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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

BZZZZZZZ

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"You did so good," Jedao murmurs, muzzily, still pressing his cheek against the bite mark. "So perfect, baby."

Hakkai thinks he could fall asleep like this, too, perhaps. He turns his head, kissing Eiffel's face first -- his eyebrow, it turns out, since Eiffel's face is nestled down against his neck -- and then Jedao's forehead. It's less a sweet gesture and more the gesture of someone who's being comfortably flattened against the mattress and would have to do heavy lifting to move anything below his shoulders.

"You're both perfect," he murmurs, tone all lazy pleasure.

Eiffel barely registers their words, except for their fond voices sparking a dazed smile on his face.

And in his comfort he sort of half-forgot that he's the filling on this sexy sandwich, until he goes to push up a little, and he remembers very abruptly Jedao is inside him because the shift sparks movement against his prostate and a luxurious-too-good-oversensitive shiver rolls up his spine as he groans into Hakkai's neck.

Jedao trembles at the movement, and his half-muffled whimper against Eiffel's skin sounds impossibly loud in his ears.

"Fuck...stars...nnngh..." He pants for a few more breaths, tries to scrap a thought together. He could - stay, shockingly overstimulated and blissfully satisfied though he is. Some part of him thinks the idea is dirty in the very best way, just - just getting hard again, just like this -

Eiffel is probably going to be sound asleep in three to five minutes, though, and it'll be easier on him if he gets clean and stretches out a little by then.

"M'gonna -" Another kiss over the bite mark. "Gonna pull out, n'take care of you," he warns, before carefully easing his hips back, and also starting the hot water running in the bathroom with his augment.

A shiver takes Hakkai in helpless answer to their soft sounds of overwhelmed pleasure; he stretches a little under the lightened weight as Jedao pulls back, hearing the distant sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

"I could probably carry you to the bathroom," he murmurs to Eiffel. "Or--" glancing up at Jedao-- "you could bring a washrag...."

Another drawn-out whimper gets dragged out of Eiffel as Jedao pulls out, but when he's gone it's like a thread of tension that Eiffel didn't even realise was holding him up snaps, and he practically crumples onto the bed beside Hakkai with a soft grunt. Lying down is making him realise just how sore he is all over, but right now it's all a bit of a dull, pleasant ache under the thrumming afterglow.

"'m fine, honest." He flops a hand out to find Hakkai, giving him a gentle squeeze. "J'st gimme five minutes."

"He's definitely going to be asleep in five minutes," Jedao confides to Hakkai. "Maybe two."

He strokes a hand over Eiffel's back, as the water in the bathroom shuts off, and he floats in the warm washrag without leaving the bed, as Hakkai predicted/requested.

Hakkai laughs softly, squeezing Eiffel's hand in return before he pushes himself up on an elbow and reaches for the washrag.

"I agree," he says, flashing Jedao a teasing smile, and nudges Eiffel to roll sideways enough to let Hakkai wipe the mess off his belly. "But that's all right."

The nudge makes him roll onto his back, and he flops readily, sprawling as he lets Hakkai clean him up.

"Hey, who's fault is that?" There's no fight in him; he really can barely keep his eyes open. "'s'not my fault you guys are like. So good at fucking."

He is, he's dimly aware, going to be a mess of bruises when he wakes up.

"It's a little bit your fault. You're very motivating," Jedao murmurs wickedly, leaning over him for a soft, lazy kiss as Eiffel drifts off, reaching for the rag when Hakkai is done to very gently between Eiffel's cheeks.

"Besides," Hakkai says, "I think it's a compliment," as he hands the rag over and brushes a hand gently down Eiffel's chest and side, fingertips finding each of the red marks that are coming up into what will be spectacular bruises tomorrow. The gleam of light under his fingers is subtle, not enough to erase any of the marks; he's judging his healing at just enough to ease the ache, just enough for comfort.

He hesitates before reaching for the bite mark at the top edge of Eiffel's shoulder, looking up at Jedao with a silent question in his gaze.

The soft, soothing touch makes him hum from the quiet, delicious comfort, and when he feels the hand rest at his shoulder he finds just enough energy to catch Hakkai's hand and smush a kiss against the handful of fingers he grabs.

And then - yeah, his head lolls a little and he passes the fuck out, breathing soft and even and totally relaxed.

"Go ahead, Hakkai-shei," Jedao says softly, wiping himself off as well before sending the washrag back to the bathroom. He cuddles back up to Eiffle's side, nestling against him, listening to his deep, steady breaths as he sinks deeper into unconsciousness; once Hakkai is done giving him just enough healing for a gentler morning, Jedao reaches clumsily for his hand, to entwine their fingers together.

Hakkai presses a soft kiss to Eiffel's temple in answer to the kiss on his hand, then gently frees his fingers as Eiffel slumps into predicted unconsciousness and eases the last deep bite-bruise.

He nestles in on Eiffel's other side, taking Jedao's hand as he reaches out, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Three minutes," he estimates, and flashes Jedao a small sweet smile. "Good guess, Jedao-shei."

Absently, he kicks the still- caught slacks off his ankle, and nestles in closer. He's willing to risk Edwin bursting in for the simple pleasure of feeling them both curled against him as they subside into sleep -- this once, anyway.

"He's very consistent," Jedao says fondly, dropping a brief kiss on the curve of Eiffel's other shoulder.

Little does he know Edwin definitely did try to come in earlier - but he has learned to psychically knock first. Jedao will find out what he wanted to talk about tomorrow.

"Love you."

"Love you too," Hakkai murmurs back, and leans over Eiffel to give Jedao a soft goodnight kiss.

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