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Hakkai gets a lean into his touch and a warm grin, and when Jedao laughs it makes giddy excitement bubble in Eiffel too.

"I told him that to his goddamn supervillain face!" he declares gleefully. "He was all 'maybe I'll just be evil and dismember you' and I was all 'Never go in against a crashhawk when death is on the line!' and tased him in the leg and he was all 'screw this, I'm outta here'!"

"Our hero," Hakkai says, absolutely one hundred percent serious, and gives Eiffel's shoulder another gentle squeeze.

He's so brave that it scares Hakkai half to death sometimes.

"...what is a crashhawk, anyway?"

"I remember," Jedao murmurs, low-growled, and so warmly he feels as though his tongue might catch fire.

He leans up and cups Eiffel's cheek on the other side, meeting him for a fierce, deep kiss.

"A crashhawk is - insubordinate," he answers softly. "A soldier that Kel mind control doesn't work on."

The force of the kiss gets a surprised noise out of Eiffel as he rocks back from it, but he kisses back immediately, and he's a little dazed when he comes out of it.

"Any time, guys."

"Next time, I'm going to make sure I have an enchanted pickle jar ready and get instructions on ghost-sealing talismans from Xie Lian in advance," Hakkai remarks, and leans all the way across Jedao to steal a kiss of his own from Eiffel. It's not as intense, because he'd have to fling himself into Jedao's lap to get the right angle for that: he's going for soft and sweet instead.

"But this time, you taught him a lesson."

Jedao wouldn't mind that happening in his lap.

"I love you," he murmurs, resting a little against Eiffel's outside shoulder while they kiss, only slightly squashed about it. "I feel like you guys lifted the sky up and the world is bigger now."

More room to breathe, with Kujen incapable of looming quite as large in his internal landscape. Cut down to size.

He leans into the kiss with Hakkai, appreciating the softness of it and lingering while Jedao leans into his shoulder.

And since he's already there, Eiffel presses a kiss against his temple. "Hey," he says softly. "The world's goddamn huge. We just helped you bust out of the box Kujen stuck you in to come explore it."

"He is dangerous," Hakkai says softly. "But you beat him first. And you're not alone anymore."

He settles back against Jedao's shoulder, kissing the cheek opposite from the one Eiffel'd picked.

"I'm glad we could... make him smaller. For you."

Jedao shudders hard against them when Hakkai says you're not alone anymore, takes a few deep, gulping breaths.

"You should make him cookies," Jedao tells Hakkai, voice thick with emotion. "He saved the ship."

That's what the admiral does, when he's pleased with someone. Cookies.

If it was anything, or anyone else, Eiffel might have joked about a medal, thanked the Academy, asked for a Macy's Thanksgivings float in his honor at the very minimum.

But Jedao still looks a bit worked up and manic, so instead Eiffel gives him a slow, luxurious kiss.

"You wanna think about something else for a while, big guy?" he asks, all sincerity and zero guile even while he rests a hand on Jedao's knee. It's an invitation, an offer.

Hakkai, who is about ninety-nine percent sure that the answer to that will be yes, please, shoots Eiffel a quick smile and settles in closer against Jedao's side.

"I can make cookies later," he agrees.

Jedao wants to give him a medal, and a parade, any accolade of his culture that will help him realize it's not a joke, that he's Jedao's big damn hero, that he deserves it.

But, also.

"Oh, I'm going to be thinking about my crashhawk saving the day the whole time," Jedao promises, and his grin is bright and hungry. "How do you feel about cockrings?"

And right on cue Eiffel swallows, as his face goes bright red. Still, his return smile is only a little nervous, and more anticipatory.

"Guess I won't know until I try one, right?"

"It might be fun," Hakkai muses, and presses a kiss against Jedao's neck, darting Eiffel a bright sidelong glance.

He has his own feelings about last week. But he's fairly sure that most of his feelings will be a lot better for being able to hold two people he loves, real and warm and happy in his arms.

Jedao does have extremely good ideas.

"Scoot up against the headboard," he tells them both, as he wriggles toward the foot of the bed. "I want Hakkai to hold you."

He floats a cockring - and also lube - over from a drawer.

Seeing them float across is definitely getting him worked up a bit, just at the concept, so he's quick to obey, kicking his trainers off quickly so he can climb onto the bed properly and get comfortable. After a moment's uncertainty he also starts unzipping his pants to help with the process.

Hakkai's already in stocking feet; he'd been at home. He takes a deep, shaky breath, scooting back against the head of the bed and pulling Eiffel in towards him, spreading his legs to make room between them.

"I want to make you feel so good, baby," Jedao purrs, helping to tug Eiffel's pants the rest of the way off. Jedao himself is in loose, silky pajamas, since he was originally replaced by Kujen while he was sleeping.

He settles himself between Eiffel's legs, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his now-healed knee.

"Ah, trust me, that doesn't take that much at all," he comments - in an extremely distracted tone, because he's got Hakkai warm against his back and wrapped around his chest and Jedao between his legs, and even just the threat of Jedao putting his mouth on Eiffel's dick is getting him halfway erect already.

Hakkai's hands drift downwards, finding the hem of Eiffel's shirt and sliding up under it, his fingers ruffling the trail of hair on his belly. He's half-hard himself, shifting to try to make his slacks more comfortable; watching Jedao kissing his way up Eiffel's leg is a lot.

He lowers his head, pressing a messy open-mouthed kiss with a hint of teeth against the side of Eiffel's neck.

"You're both beautiful," he murmurs, hoarse.

Jedao laughs softly, reaching up to give Eiffel an easy, friendly stroke before sliding the cockring on, and tightening it carefully.

"Are you telling me I should aim for just kind of pretty good?"

His entire chest tingles with Hakkai's hands, the kiss making him moan a little at the ghost of a bite, and his hips lift readily into Jedao's tidy ministrations. A part of him wonders if he should be embarrassed about being so easily handled but it's immediately gagged and taken out back by the sensation of the ring around his balls and he keens just a little.

"A-ah-- so good sounds, th-that sounds pretty damn good...?"

"We'll do our best," Hakkai murmurs, wickedly amused, and gives him a little nip at the nape of his neck, possessive and gentle. He rucks Eiffel's shirt up a little further and spreads his hands over Eiffel's belly.

Jedao switches onto his belly and wiggles forward. He gets his hands under Eiffel's thighs and manhandles him a little, spreading Eiffel open.

"Relax," Jedao tells him, despite the wicked glint in his eyes. "We'll treat you right."

The nip makes Eiffel gasp, his thighs twitching as it goes right to his dick, and then Jedao's warm hands are gently push them wide open and he swallows thickly as a hot wave rolls back up his spine, making him arch a little as he nestles back against Hakkai a little more.

"I know," he hums, and - supported against Hakkai he can shift his hands a little, one resting on Jedao's hand wrist to give him a warm squeeze and the other coming up behind his head, finding Hakkai's hair to comb his fingers through it. "I trust you guys."

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