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"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.

Jedao whines, not quite muffled, fully trembling at the aching rush of desire as Eiffel pulls his hair. He sucks desperately, for another thrust and another, until he finally gathers the presence of mind to shift his head to the side a little, tugging against Eiffel's hand and letting his dick slip free. He rests his head on Eiffel's thigh, panting softly.

"You're not getting anywhere, you realize," he points out, dazedly sweet and mean at once, stroking one hand along Eiffel's cock, then tugging lightly on his balls in the cockring.

It's amazing how much it's all too much already, pressed in like this with heat on every angle, but he still groans in disappointment when Jedao pulls away, hips still shifting with their aborted rhythm for a moment.

"Th-then--?" A keening yelp gets tugged out of him with Jedao playing with his balls, and he loses his mind for a moment. "F-Fuck- goddamnit, Jedao, please--"

Hakkai shivers, letting Eiffel's fingers slip free of his mouth and tangling his own fingers with them. He manages a hoarse little chuckle.

"So where do you want to go next, Jedao-shei?" he murmurs, turning his head against Eiffel's to nibble along the shell of his ear.

"I want to finger him," Jedao answers, his own hoarseness making the stage whisper into even more of a production.

"While we keep playing with him. You think he can take it?"

He shudders at the mouth on his ear, swallowing audibly as he gasps around it.

Fuck, that sounded hot, though.

He shifts his hips like he can somehow present himself, like he even knows how, but he nods eagerly, squeezing Hakkai's fingers laced between his.

Hakkai hums thoughtfully, squeezing Eiffel's hand back, and then reaches down with both hands to catch Eiffel's legs behind the knee, lifting them up and open in a casual display of strength.

"Is that comfortable?" he murmurs into Eiffel's ear.

The sudden display of strength makes him yip in surprise, but his cock twitches about it as well, so. And he finds himself pressed flush against Hakkai then, head tucked against his chest and half-forcing him to look down at himself.

"Y-yeah, uh-" He swallows again, but he makes hazy, half-drunk eye contact with Jedao. "That's- real good."

It's a fun little revelation for Jedao, as he learns he is exactly as hot for Hakkai manhandling someone with his strength when he's watching it as when he's the one being maneuvered. He was damn near drooling just moments ago, so it shouldn't be possible for his mouth to go dry, but that's what it feels like for a second, his stomach twisting with pure, liquid lust.

"Thank you, dear," he manages, his voice shaky with it. It takes him three tries to get the cap off the lub, because he's pretty sure if he tries to cheat with his mothpowers, he'll accidentally destroy the bottle.

It feels like forever but it's still only a few seconds before Jedao is warming the lube in his hands in a way that makes obscene, slick noises, then reaches to gently rub over Eiffel's hole with one hand, giving his dick a slow, gliding pull with the other.

There's something a bit relieving about seeing Jedao unravel a bit as well, the way his voice trembles as he fumbles the bottle. Then Eiffel gets distracted by the wet noises, making his own breath shudder heavily, and the warm, tactile sensation around his ass makes him moan, low and heavy as his thighs twitch, trying to close at the sudden muchness of all the attention down there, his head thumping back against Hakkai's chest as his eyes squeeze shut again.

"You're welcome," Hakkai murmurs back, settling his weight more comfortably under Eiffel's, and wiggling his shoulders to scoot down just a little until Eiffel can rest his head on Hakkai's shoulder.

His own legs are splayed wide, the fabric of his pants straining over his erection just under Eiffel's tilted hips. He has to take a shaky breath at the sound of Jedao's lube-slick fingers moving against each other, the sight of his hands on Eiffel so close. He drops his chin, pressing his mouth against the wild pulse in Eiffel's throat.

"May I leave a mark?" His voice dips low, rough with lust.

He's not sure how many words he has left in him, so instead he untangles his fingers from Hakkai's, and with a trembling hand finds his head again, finding a handful of hair to hold in place as he tilts his chin up, clearing the area for Hakkai to come down on.

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