Eiffel's kiss comes with a haggard whimper as Jedao slides easily almost-out, slick but tight, his hips rolling helplessly in the husbands' iron grips, and then Jedao snaps back in and somehow it's no less intense, the gentle stretch feels so good and he moans against Hakkai, giving up all pretence of being able to kiss him when he can barely focus on anything outside of Jedao's cock inside him and Hakkai's rubbing against his own and he moves with Jedao's thrusts, riding them into Hakkai as his head drops onto Hakkai's shoulder as his whole body trembles with too-good-so-much-so-good pleasure and the anticipation of release.