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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.

"Turn around," Hakkai decides, and sucks in a needy breath of air as he lets Eiffel's legs go and works his hands between them towards his fly. "And let me get my pants off--"

It's awkward managing to unfasten them and work the zipper down without catching skin, but the relief of pressure is worth it, so intense that he can't hold back the hoarse groan as he frees himself from slacks and underwear.

Eiffel is practically insensate again, by the time Jedao pulls his hand out and drawing a choked, husky groan out of him with it; but the lack of sensation gives him a moment to breathe, a shuddering inhale that's more of a gasp when his legs are released and he has the vague idea to catch himself on his hands while he feels Hakkai's fidgeting behind his back.

He swallows thickly, and manages to bring one hand up briefly to scrub his eyes so he can see. His legs are weak, his cock over-sensitive to the point he's not sure he can even touch it, and he just watches Jedao dimly get undressed, and when his erection is exposed as well it gets another dry-mouthed gulp from Eiffel as he tries to sit up a little. "Okay, we... w-what am I doing?"

He'd been a little too fingerblasted to pay attention.

"We're gonna roll you over," Jedao tells him again, warm and gentle and panting a little at the same time, all dark soft eyes and a sharp grin. He reaches for one of Eiffel's thighs, strokes gently with slick hands, guides him into letting his leg down, stretching out the ache in it a little. "So you can stroke off with Hakkai while I fuck you."

He doesn't have Hakkai's strength, so he wriggles back up the bed, drawing Eiffel into a deep kiss before Hakkai is ready to turn him around.

His slacks catch around one ankle and Hakkai makes the executive decision to just leave them there. He watches Jedao and Eiffel kiss with bright eyes, reaching up to cup a hand around Jedao's cheek and stroke sweat-damp fingers down his throat before he reaches to pull Eiffel down on top of him. He's still half-propped up on the pillows, and he's aiming to get Eiffel's knees spread to either side of his thighs, pulling him up until they can rub against each other, Eiffel's cock slick against his own with the smears of lube Jedao left there.

"Come here," he murmurs, breath hitching as he pulls Eiffel close. "I have you-- just like that..."

The kiss is very nice, especially coupled with the comment that makes him whimper into Jedao's mouth slightly. And he allows Hakkai to gently manhandle him into position, legs spread wide over Hakkai's narrow thighs, and when they rub Eiffel immediately rolls into it, pressing into Hakkai's groin with one-note lust, practically about to rut him then and there as he drops another heavy kiss against Hakkai's mouth.

Jedao gets his hands on Eiffel's hips, squeezes and rocks against his ass. He spreads Eiffel's cheeks a little more, mostly unnecessarily, with his thumbs and lets his dick nestle in Eiffel's crack, groaning deep and low as he rubs over Eiffel's hole without quite pushing in yet.

Hakkai rocks up against Eiffel, his head falling back against the pillow for a moment as he gasps for air: he feels as if he's been waiting for this forever, as if the heat of their bodies could melt him to nothing but pleasure. One of his hands comes up to clutch at Eiffel's shoulder as he slips the other between them, stroking Eiffel first, roughly, and then both of them together as the uncoordinated stutter of his hips starts to find a rhythm.

"God--"

He can't imagine how many times he would have come if it wasn't for the cockring - though honestly he can't think of much at all, around the way Jedao grips his hips and controls his rhythm as Hakkai strokes them both and it's so-good-so-much-too-much and he doesn't want it to stop and he slumps his head against Hakkai, kissing down his neck and latching teeth onto his collarbone without thinking.

Jedao nuzzles the back of Eiffel's neck, drops nibbling kisses on his shoulders. "My crashhawk," Jedao whispers, sounding elated and haggard at the same time. One hand grips tight on Eiffel's hip, new fingerprint bruises to match the set on his thighs, while he uses the other to line himself up, sinking into him with a deep, needy groan.

He feels electrified, like he might frission apart into ash and light at the edges. "Feel so good," he gasps against Eiffel's skin, licks his sweat.

Hakkai groans in turn, the sound catching in his throat as Eiffel's teeth catch at his collarbone. The pain jolts down his spine, electric, and his cock twitches as he winds his hand in Eiffel's hair to drag him up into a kiss.

The title in Jedao's voice like that makes something sing down his spine in a hot tremble, a shuddering gasp as teeth brush his shoulders - and then Jedao goes inside him.

It knocks the breath out of him, in a way he can't describe - it's just full, a sensory experience he's never had, it's hot and it's slick and feeling Jedao pressed into him, against him and his tongue on his back is so much that it rolls over the other side again into too much and when he's dragged up for a kiss by Hakkai he has to pull away so he can speak.

"Just- gimme a sec," he breathes against Hakkai's lips, brow furrowed a little against the sensation. "'s'a- a-a lot, two seconds..."

Jedao is just as overwhelmed, and he rests his cheek against Eiffel's back and pants, holding himself so carefully still, fighting not to shudder at how hot and perfect Eiffel feels around him, under him. He feels drunk with it, hazy and sweet. He slings his free arm around Eiffel's belly, barely sliding it between them, careful not to go too low, and just holds on.

"Yeah, just breathe," he mumbles softly. "We got you, baby. All the time you need."

The hand in Eiffel's hair gentles, cupping the back of his head as Hakkai drags in a breath, presses a kiss against Eiffel's cheek instead of his lips and lets his hand rest against Eiffel's hip instead of continuing to stroke them.

"We have you," he echoes Jedao, soft as he presses another kiss against the edge of Eiffel's beard. The stubble rasps against his lips. "At your pace..."

The gentle touches do wonders for grounding him; Jedao's arm is warm and soft around his chest, Hakkai's kisses ghosting pleasantly across his face.

Every time he shifts or shivers, he's hyperaware of Jedao's dick inside him, but soon it's not overwhelming and instead a curiosity again, and almost experimentally he leans back a little, pushing against Jedao gently to feel it again, and drawing a hot, shuddering breath against Hakkai for his efforts.

"Okay..." He gives Hakkai an easy smile, just a little too awkward an angle to see Jedao but he's sure he got the hint. "Okay. I'm- yeah, I'm good." And he'll steal another kiss from Hakkai, short and sweet, before he turns it into something deeper and hotter.

Jedao groans deep in his chest, a noise Eiffel feels in his back as much as hears, shuddering all over.

"Doing so good, baby," he mumbles again, pressing in a little deeper with another moan, then rocking back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in again.

Hakkai kisses back, sweet at first and following Eiffel's lead as he deepens it. A wordless shudder takes him as he feels the shift of Jedao's weight over Eiffel, hears the low groan of unstrung pleasure. His bones go hot with sympathetic resonance, the very marrow of them heating at his husband's voice even when he's not the one whose body Jedao's sinking into.

He's aflame with desire, but he isn't reaching for their cocks again just yet; he lets himself rock up against Eiffel, sweet but not quite as intense, his fingers gripping with desperate force at the angle of Eiffel's hip.

Eiffel's kiss comes with a haggard whimper as Jedao slides easily almost-out, slick but tight, his hips rolling helplessly in the husbands' iron grips, and then Jedao snaps back in and somehow it's no less intense, the gentle stretch feels so good and he moans against Hakkai, giving up all pretence of being able to kiss him when he can barely focus on anything outside of Jedao's cock inside him and Hakkai's rubbing against his own and he moves with Jedao's thrusts, riding them into Hakkai as his head drops onto Hakkai's shoulder as his whole body trembles with too-good-so-much-so-good pleasure and the anticipation of release.

Jedao gasps softly as he feels Eiffel moving with him. The noises both of them are making set something roiling deep in his belly, and he starts fucking Eiffel in earnest, deep and steady and hard, as heat ripples and cascades through him. His calves and neck ache as he presses close, driving Eiffel into Hakkai, close enough for a moment for Jedao to press a momentary, messy brush of a kiss to Hakkai's mouth over his shoulder, before their heights make the angle impossible again.

Hakkai catches Jedao's mouth for the moment they're in range, teeth scraping against his lower lip for a moment before he pulls away. Eiffel's riding hard down against him with each thrust, pleasure building and sparking up his spine with the rough weight against him.

"Harder," he gasps, half a plea and half a demand as his free hand clenches in Eiffel's hair. His hips ride up against each roll of Eiffel's body, urgent and hungry.

It's hard to find the willpower to set his own rhythm, but Hakkai's hand tight in his hair leashes his head in place and his hips grind down better - but the new angle shifts him just enough that when Jedao slams into him again it hits his prostate beautifully and his voice cracks at the force of the wanton yell coming out of him, raw and filthy with pure desire.

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