Hakkai catches Jedao's mouth for the moment they're in range, teeth scraping against his lower lip for a moment before he pulls away. Eiffel's riding hard down against him with each thrust, pleasure building and sparking up his spine with the rough weight against him.

"Harder," he gasps, half a plea and half a demand as his free hand clenches in Eiffel's hair. His hips ride up against each roll of Eiffel's body, urgent and hungry.