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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.

Jedao shudders at the timber of Hakkai's voice, although his hands stay steady, rubbing and stroking. He watches Hakkai, waiting for the moment he bites, ready to presses his fingertip inside in the same moment, a single overwhelming moment of good-too-much that will hopefully all melt together.

Hakkai sets his mouth at the side of Eiffel's neck, where he's making space, and bites down. He doesn't bite as hard as he would with Jedao, aiming more for stinging-sharp as he sucks at the soft skin, but it's just as possessive a gesture. His fingers tighten on Eiffel's legs.

The bite probably would have been enough to make him come as is, but combined with Jedao's finger slipping into him Eiffel yells, but Hakkai's grip keep his thighs spread and trapped and he can't even thrust into Jedao's slick hand properly, so he's just writhing in their grip, pinned by pleasure and implacable hands.

"You're gonna bruise up so pretty," Jedao murmurs, finger sliding back out, stroking around Eiffel's hole again. Then he bends back down, giving teasing, showy licks to the head of Eiffel's dick as he slides his fingertip back in, smirking and glancing back up at Hakkai the whole time.

Hakkai works at the spot on Eiffel's neck, sucking a deep, mean bruise that'll show above his collar. His heart clenches with desperate affection, rib-shaking, starving.

His hands tighten on Eiffel's thighs, trembling with the urge to cling tighter, to print fingertip-bruises against the soft skin behind his knees. Resisting the urge, he presses a kiss against the bruise, suddenly soft.

"How does it feel?" he murmurs, overlapping kisses up the side of Eiffel's neck. "His hands on you.... You look so good together."

The release of the bite is a small relief, a momentary release from the overwhelming pleasure, so good it almost hurts, so tightly wound that he's going to burst.

"It's- i-it's good, it's--" His voice is a husky, trembling mumble, and he's interrupted by Jedao going back for more with a tight swallow that turns into another low moan as his back arches, pressing his hips into a shivering grind against Hakkai. His eyes open but they're glazed and teary, only open for long enough to find Hakkai's mouth and press a desperate kiss into him, rambling mumbles of "So good, please, p-please, God, I'm- fuck, please--" against his lips interspersed with insensate whimpering from Jedao's hands, his tongue, driving him insane and denying him release.

"Please what, baby?" he asks, laughing softly, impish and warm.

Jedao slides his finger in and out, pushes more lube into him, strokes him from the inside.

"Squeeze for me a little," he breathes, letting go of Eiffel's dick entirely to get more lube for his other hand. "It'll feel weird but then easier, and then I can give you more."

Hakkai returns the kiss with desperation that almost -- although not quite -- matches Eiffel's, devouring and intense. His hips hitch under the press of Eiffel's weight, grinding up against the small of his back, the soft upper curve of his ass, and Hakkai steals the tiniest nip at Eiffel's lips as he breaks the kiss to gasp for air.

"You can do it," he murmurs, and steals another kiss, sloppy and open-mouthed and sliding away to let Eiffel at least try to answer Jedao.

The one thing about zero G that he never expected to come up us a weird hyperawareness of his ass, given the general state of hygiene available on the Hephaestus. But it means he can clench around Jedao with another soft whine, at the still-strange sensation of entry, and relaxed with a trembling exhale.

"God I'm so close," comes out in a breathless huff. He doesn't want it to stop, he doesn't want stop feeling so good but he's so close.

"Sorry, baby," Jedao coos, unrepentant, as he presses in with two fingers, stroking smoothly and steadily. His cheek brushes Eiffel's dick as he leans forward to press a soft semi-apology kiss to his belly. "But no you're not."

The cockring isn't coming off until Jedao is done, this time.

Hakkai catches Jedao's eye and huffs, almost but not quite a breathless laugh.

"Beautiful and mean," he observes with great affection, and kisses Eiffel again.

The stroking gets his hips rolling in a gentle, thoughtless rhythm, following the motion of Jedao's fingers like he's hypnotised by it, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to remember how to breathe when every ounce of thought is being so methodically rubbed out of him.

He leans into Hakkai's kisses, mouthing weakly back, trying to put effort into it to keep himself present, tugging at his lip and nipping at his tongue with blunted teeth.

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