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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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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.

"I could also fetch you things," Jedao offers, although the catch is, "Later. For now, stay."

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