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"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."

As the fingers run through his hair, Hakkai makes a soft, pleased sound, leaning catlike into Eiffel's hand for a moment before he turns his head to mouth at the heel of his hand and over his wrist.

He presses his hands over Eiffel's chest, tugging him back a little more, a little closer, and thumbs roughly at one nipple. Hakkai's own arousal is pressed against the small of his back, and he knows it's obvious even through the fabric of his slacks, but he really doesn't care.

Jedao whimpers a little at the sight of Hakkai mouth on Eiffel's hand and wrist; he's still panting as he lowers his head and takes the tip of Eiffel's dick in his mouth, neck a little cricked and eyes tipped up as he tries to keep watching them.

He can feel Hakkai's erection pressing against his back and that's weirdly hot in and of itself, even if he's distracted by every other sensation at once; the rough play of his nipple gets little hitches in his throat as he squirms, chasing and shying from the touch in competing impulses, the mouth on his wrist makes him weak in the knees and he's fucking sitting down--

He looks down when he feels the hot huff across his dick and he meets Jedao's eyes right as he lets his mouth on him, and his hips thrust up immediately as he whimpers, head rolling back to flop on Hakkai's shoulder at the overwhelming mix of sensations.

"We have you," Hakkai murmurs, breath hot over Eiffel's palm, and frees one hand from his shirt to catch his wrist. His touch is gentle, even as his other hand keeps exploring Eiffel's chest; he tugs the hand down just enough to suck two of Eiffel's fingers into his mouth, tongue playing across them messily in a mirror of Jedao going down on him.

He meets Jedao's gaze as he does, a secret smile creasing the corners of his eyes. He's trying to please and pamper Eiffel. But he is also well aware of Jedao's feelings about hands, and he's playing to his audience, too.

Jedao groans helplessly, sliding down farther, half just letting Eiffel fuck his throat, half deliberately making it easier for Eiffel to keep fucking his throat. His eyelids flutter and then open again, seeking, his pupils blown huge when he meets Hakkai's eyes.

Eiffel's own eyes are shut, his face half-pressed into Hakkai's neck and breathing heavily just past his ear - every moan and keen and half-choked gasp of their names as he writhes under their touch. His fingers curl in Hakkai's mouth as he digs into Jedao's hair with the other hand, his hips stuttering into a rhythm against Jedao's throat, chest heaving like bellows beneath his half-shucked shirt.

Hakkai's own eyelids flutter as Eiffel's fingers curl against his tongue, a moan catching in his throat. Each thrust of his hips as he fucks Jedao's mouth grinds his back down against Hakkai's crotch, sweet and maddening and almost perfect.

His teeth graze Eiffel's knuckles as his own hips shift restlessly closer, and he winds his fingers through the soft curls of Eiffel's chest hair, tugging and teasing and keeping him pressed close to grind up into.

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