There are no conscious thoughts left in Eiffel's head: just his physicality, the sensations slowly flickering back into his awareness, of aching shoulders from holding himself up and the fresh burning-bite-aching-bruise sensation on one that makes him shiver when Jedao licks it, his core aching inside and out from how hard he got ridden.

Hakkai's arms around them makes his arms wobble a bit, and he half-flops into Hakkai's shoulder, kissing his neck more on exhausted, lust-dizzy instinct than real thought. He could very much fall asleep like this and he's pretty okay with that.