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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.

"You two look so beautiful together," Jedao whispers to Hakkai. "I could watch you kiss for days."

He pushes in a little faster, a little rougher, a motion leaning closer and closer to fingerfucking rather than just fingering. Jedao backs off touching Eiffel's cock for a little while, lets him lose himself in kisses and the feeling of Jedao opening up, before twisting his fingers a little, curling, brushing Eiffel's prostate.

Hakkai groans against Eiffel's mouth even as he returns the kisses, hungry and close. The way Eiffel's moving grinds his weight down against Hakkai's own arousal in relentless rhythm, rubbing against him with every rough thrust of Jedao's fingers. He's not sure if he keenly regrets leaving his pants on or if he's grateful for the way they dull the sensation-- just enough to keep him from coming across Eiffel's back.

His feet flex, finding purchase on the bed just enough to push back into the movement, and he makes another wordless sound of hunger. His teeth close briefly on Eiffel's lip, before he soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" he whispers sweetly, pulling back just enough to meet Eiffel's gaze.

Eiffel's rhythm picks up with Jedao's hand, rough and luxurious rolls against Hakkai's crotch, but it's easier without his dick being touched as well to lean into Hakkai's kisses and to crack his eyes open when he pulls away a little, blinking tightly to force the tears out of his vision and down his cheeks.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I--" His breathless answer is immediate - and so is Jedao's torturous, treacherous adoration, because that's when those fingers curl and Eiffel is interrupted by his own sudden scream of pure lust, arching his back so hard he loses contact with Hakkai and his cock spurts a little with the overwhelm of it all.

Jedao wants to lick the tears off his face. He's panting hard, twitches in a full-body shudder as he watches Eiffel thrash and yell. He wants, and wants, and wants.

He moves his fingers more slowly, firm and deliberate, and doesn't go for his prostate again, not yet.

"I said once," Jedao recalls hoarsely, "That I wouldn't. Not until you were begging me for it."

He's not - necessarily bound to the idea. But he would like it. He would like it very much.

Hakkai nestles his head alongside Eiffel's, breathes hot air over the shell of his ear. Sweet tension sings down his nerves, every inch of skin shivering-sensitive under the weight of Eiffel's body. His arms are beginning to ache, just a little, and even that feels dizzyingly good.

"Tell him how much you want it," he murmurs in Eiffel's ear, his light voice raw with desire.

Hakkai's voice makes the hair stand on his neck, sends a tangible shiver down his spine as he slumps a little.

"Jesus Christ- please, Jedao, please just- f-fuck me, I've had- fucking- b'n dreaming 'bout it since you told me, I wanna-" He has to swallow thickly, remember to breathe. "I wanna try it, just- God, please, please--"

Jedao has to gulp down a few deep breaths; he presses his face into Eiffel's thigh and makes a strangled, animal noise of raw hunger and yearning. He pushes into Eiffel with three fingers together, slow and deep, breathes, twists, drags them back out.

"I'll give it to you, baby," he promises. He stretches Eiffel out a few more times, steady and slow, biting his own lip hard against the urge to rush, then pulls his fingers out entirely, because he needs to get his pants off and he can't focus enough to do it with mothpulls. He moves in fast, jerky fumbles, an utter contrast to his intense control and focus when touching Eiffel.

"Do you want - do you want to turn him around?" he asks Hakkai. They could kiss, rub off together while Jedao fucked him into Hakkai, and probably the angle would be easier on Eiffel his first time, too. "Or - or keep holding him for me? Just like that?"

Either way, it's so hot it feels like Jedao's brain is melting, everything dripping down his spine and straight to his dick.

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