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Eiffel can only get one leg between them to twist his body to face Hakkai more, but it just means his erection is at full mast and fully exposed, pinned almost painfully down by the stretch of his jeans, and when Hakkai's hand gets a good grip on his hair his hips twitch with the motion as he gives a breathless groan.

"'s'okay," he mumbles, kissing back with equal furvor. "It was hot- would've told you to stop if I was- y'know, actually upset..."

"Just because -- you like me being mean..." Hakkai says, laughter shivering almost silently through his chest as he slides one of his legs between Eiffel's, as he presses his own slacks-clad thigh against the unmistakable bulge there for Eiffel to ride against. This close, it's just as clear that he's not unaffected. Half-hard against Eiffel's hip, he presses in closer, pinning Eiffel's head in place with fingers tightening in his curls. He kisses like he's drowning, passionate as a first-time skydiver who believes in the ground but is taking the parachute on faith.

He's in very good company, and he's shamelessly leaning on them both for courage enough to let go and let himself enjoy it. But that doesn't make him not afraid.

The hot shudder crawls down his spine again as he's forced to arch it, head pinned and breathing hard between kisses, one hand sliding to find Hakkai's neck and hold him down - he doesn't see Hakkai's thigh shifting until there's pressure against his cock and he keens in surprise, his free leg finding a grip on the floor so he can grind shamelessly against Hakkai's leg.

Hakkai's gasp is sharp, startled, suddenly very aroused as Eiffel keens and arches up against him; his hips jerk forward, matching Eiffel's grind for grind.

"I could handle no pants," he manages in a breathless rush, flinging himself into open air and feeling the weightless power of it. I want--

He wouldn't be here at all if he didn't want this, didn't want and care about Eiffel, but the molten tide of lust still catches him by surprise as they ride against each other. There is entirely too much cloth in between.

Jedao presses against Hakkai's back, hot and close, and grinds against Hakkai's butt, a little slower, more deliberate.

"I got you, darlings," Jedao promises, the hand that's slipped between them plucking open the buttons on Hakkai's pants, while going slightly cross-eyed where no one can see as he uses a mothpull to carefully tug down zippers.

"You sound so beautiful together," he murmurs, voice even lower than usual.

Is it weird that he's gotten used to the difference in sensation from the mothpull opening his fly to a hand doing it? Something about the pressure pushing against his dick when it happens. Because he does, and he pulls a hand from Hakkai's side to give Jedao a hand, shifting awkwardly to slide his loose pants down his ass and free himself, and another shiver runs through him at the rush of warm air to his half-slick cock; his underwear was absorbing most of that but manhandling it has made him leak again, and it takes a concentrated effort to keep from stroking himself and pull Hakkai's face down with both hands to keep kissing him.

"Thank you," Hakkai gasps as he feels Jedao's phantom touch ease his zipper down over his own straining erection, "Jedao-shei..."

He fumbles impatiently, shoving his own slacks and underwear down until they bind awkwardly just above his knees, and tumbling back down on top of Eiffel when they do. A short, bitten-off sound escapes him as the head of his cock drags over the soft, curling hair that marks a trail down Eiffel's belly. He adjusts the angle of his hips and groans again, more luxurious, as his hardness nudges up beside the slick skin of Eiffel's.

"You feel so good," he pants between kisses, hips moving in a slow, deep, hungry roll.

"Hakkai-shei," Jedao murmurs back, nudging Hakkai's hips with his own, until they're rocking against each other and Jedao can wrap his hand around both of them. He can only manage a short, awkward stroke, with the little space between them, but he makes the best of it, smearing precome over them both.

"He's so wet for us, darling," Jedao croons in Hakkai's ear.

Eiffel is nowhere near as articulate as the married couple. The ghosting of Hakkai's length against his own makes him whimper at the fleeting contact, and then there's a hand there (he's too far gone to tell whose and he doesn't care) pressing them together and dragging through his slick and he thrusts into it with a desperate noise, trying with difficulty to turn it into a rhythm with his awkward position. He can feel his t-shirt hitching up with every misaligned roll between them, exposing more of his stomach and the soft scatterings of curls across it, exposing the bottom of his heaving ribcage as he gasps out a frantic, begging litany of "God- fuck, oh-- f-fuck--"

Hakkai is abandoning words, unstrung and gasping as Jedao's hand closes around both of them, as Eiffel tries to ride up into the touch and everything is suddenly close, hot and wet. It takes him a moment to gather what scattered thoughts he can find, catch himself on one hand, and lift enough of his weight off of Eiffel's body to give him room to move.

He scatters sucking kisses across Eiffel's mouth and jaw, down his neck, open-mouthed and hungry; his hips are moving with equal hunger, streaking his own wetness across Eiffel's skin.

"Look at you," Jedao murmurs, close and warm and simmering, even though actually his angle is terrible for seeing anything, even the kisses. He'll pull the footage later, that doesn't matter. What matters is being here, with them, right now, feeling the heat and shudder of Hakkai's body against his, the brush of Eiffel's stomach against his arm as he gasps.

"Beautiful."

He licks a stripe up the shell of Hakkai's ear.

Hakkai lifting up a little means Eiffel can shift up, slide his hands under Hakkai's now-loose shirt to feel bare skin, roll their stomachs together when he grinds into Jedao's hand - but he can't really see still because Hakkai is down his neck and he finds a spot that makes Eiffel whine, and he digs nails into Hakkai's back in surprise as he arches hard.

He doesn't have the words to articulate that he's there - Jedao's hand finds his base and he buries his face so his full-volume cry is muffled by Hakkai's neck between his teeth as he comes, hard and fast and trembling all the while.

Eiffel's teeth dig into his throat and Hakkai cries out, too, his voice ragged as the sting of the bite jolts lightning down his nerves. Eiffel is shaking apart under him, hands pressed against Hakkai's belly.

With another helpless sound Hakkai seals his mouth against Eiffel's throat, licking and sucking a livid mark into the skin as he thrusts roughly against him for a few more endless, desperate seconds. His own release takes him by the scruff, tumbling him down on top of Eiffel as his supporting arm gives way.

After a long, dazed moment, he turns his head, lifting one still-trembling hand to find Jedao's chin and try to pull him into an uncoordinated three-person kiss.

Jedao jerks them roughly through it; when they're both spend and panting he curls his arm around Hakkai's waist again, gripping his hipbone. He shifts up onto his knees a little more, the better to lovingly keelhaul himself around Hakkai's shoulder, in order to lean his check into Hakkai's hand, to let himself be pulled into nuzzling proximity.

Eiffel is left completely fucking breathless - not even just because Hakkai flops so heavily on his chest when he's spent too, but because he hasn't been fucking edged like that before. All the teasing at the table was foreplay, apparently.

There's a pleasant throb on his neck when he shifts his shoulders, pushing himself shakily up onto his elbows with the arm of the couch, and he shifts to half lean, half topple against Hakkai's neck while he's distracting himself with Jedao, ghosting soft, dazed kisses against his neck. "You guys're..." He's dimly surprised he has the presence of mind left to speak, in truth. "-really good at that."

Jedao is halfway in his lap and he's squashed against the back of the couch, but Hakkai truly cannot bring himself to mind either of those things. He slips his arm around Eiffel's waist to support the cuddle, brushing a sweet little kiss over his nearer eyebrow and then turning to the other side to kiss Jedao's temple in a mirrored gesture. His heart feels dangerously full: he's not not afraid, but it's -- so much that he can't spare his lingering fears much time.

"Maybe you bring out the best in us," he murmurs. "You could..."

His gaze flicks to Jedao's, checking his reaction as he continues. "If you wanted to stay the night, I'd... like that."

"I think he'd love making breakfast for someone who appreciates it," Jedao stage-whispers to Eiffel, warm and playful with faux-conspiracy.

Edited 2024-05-18 01:14 (UTC)

Jedao's comment gets a snicker out of Eiffel before he can help it, but he's certainly not opposed. He's not sure he could make it back to his room like this, especially not when he can feel the mess drying on his shirt.

"Well, I'd hate to turn down such fantastic service," he comments readily, pushing himself to sit up a little better. "Though I feel like one of you is getting stiffed on that one."

And maybe it's only a better position because it means he can lean forward on impulse and steal a kiss from Jedao, right in front of Hakkai~~'s salad~~. "You get your fill too, big guy?"

(It's hard to call Eiffel's tone flirtatious, but it's definitely playful.)

"Our bed should fit three, as long as we're all very good friends," Hakkai says with a sudden boyish grin. He's pretty sure that, under the circumstances, none of them will mind snuggling.

His gaze follows Eiffel kissing Jedao, warming with fondness, and he adds, "--and, yes, maybe I do want to cook you breakfast too...."

Sleeping with Hakkai does come with the full domestic services package. He can't help it.

Jedao goes a little bit red, nuzzling Eiffel for a moment before ducking his head.

"I, ah, didn't, but, no rush?"

There's something squirmingly nice about waiting that Jedao does have the words for - or at least the tags on porn categories - but still feels like he would struggle to actually describe.

And because it's Jedao, he'll take that as a full sentence, and leans in a little so he can catch the back of Jedao's neck and press a nuzzling little kiss to his forehead instead.

"You're the boss." Easy, playful - and still clearly sleepy, as he flops onto Hakkai's shoulder to kiss his neck again. "Maybe next time."

Hakkai makes a soft pleased nose at the kiss, tilting his chin up slightly as he ruffles Eiffel's hair.

"Let's go stretch out, then," he murmurs. "I'll get a washcloth."

Jedao whines a little, wordlessly, and wiggles to press another kiss against Eiffel's mouth, then eels off the couch to let Hakkai up. He's the only one with his pants still all the way on, cheeks pink and clearly still hard. He holds out his hands to help them up, grinning and ducking his head like he still can't quite believe he got this lucky.

Eiffel takes the hand with a warm smile, and lets himself be pulled up more than he does stand under his own power; his legs are still a little bit jelly and his shirt's a fucking mess, so that's coming off without thinking even if he's still off-balance.

"Hold on-" He's got this it's fine, and he grabs two fistfuls of his back to drag it over his head so he doesn't get cum all over his face. As he glances down at the inside-out shirt, covers in too many bodily fluids, the thought visibly passes across his face before he says it out loud. "I... don't think I have any spare shirts here."

Hakkai takes Jedao's hand, too, letting himself be pulled to his feet and leaning in to brush a quick kiss against his lips before he reaches down to pull his own pants back up and tuck himself away. The mess on his own shirt he leaves for now, to be dumped in the hamper in their room with the rest of his clothes.

"You might fit one of mine," he offers, bumping a shoulder against Eiffel's. "Although it'd be tight on you."

He steals another kiss, this time against Eiffel's temple, and pulls the two of them toward the bedroom.

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