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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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Hakkai breathes against his neck, sweaty and shuddering, for some time before his pounding heart eases and his thoughts fall back into something like a rational order.

Eventually -- without moving an inch, words muffled by Eiffel's skin -- he mutters with a tone of distinct amusement, "I was going to give in and throw our pants to the wind." And the it was too late. He's still floating, unstrung and limp with satisfaction, unable to scrape up the least iota of regret.

[littletonoidea]

His hips sag heavily into the couch when the crest of his orgasm finally settles, and... honestly, Hakkai's weight on his chest is pretty nice. Something to keep him grounded in his body, almost - though more that it's putting him on the verge of falling asleep.

It takes him a moment to process Hakkai's comment, but after a second it gets a husky chuckle, and his hand comes up to thread through Hakkai's hair, gentle and reassuring.

"Good to know a little fast is okay," he murmurs thickly through a broad grin, as he tilts his head to plant a kiss on Hakkai's temple.

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Hakkai tilts his head into Eiffel's hand like a cat, revealing his own smile. "I'm a respectable young gentleman and I need plausible deniability," he says in a falsely haughty tone. "...But a little fast is okay."

He's making fun of himself, but also, 'respectable young gentleman' is a less embarrassing identity to inhabit than 'shy' and much less embarrassing than the most accurate 'afraid of intimacy.'

But, sprawled out over Eiffel's chest with a wet spot in his pants, he still feels safe.