Eichel watches—he can't not. Beneath him Heine is moaning softly into the sheets, but the sight of Jade simply thrusting his fingers into himself over and over, clearly desperate and yet unwilling to say it in so many words arouses him even further. Eichel groans.

"Have you been practicing?" he asks. His smile is less certain now, giving way to an expression of almost hunger as he shifts his weight to get almost on top of Heine. In the changed position he's pounding Heine into the bed when he begins moving again. And still, he looks at Jade, only shutting his eyes in the moments as he comes deep inside Heine. Climax crests over him all too soon. Eichel digs his fingers into Heine's hip and side to hold him in place as his come fills Heine further and seeps in, coating the eggs.

He pulls out to finish himself off, careful to leave as much come as he can inside Heine. When he's done he simply falls back to sit on the surface of the bed, catching his breath.