For the moment Eichel is gentle. He rubs the flat of his fingers over his hole, the motion even and measured. He can easily feel how wet Jade is, even without him pushing his hips back instinctively. Every time he does, Eichel lets his fingers slide in an inch or so, pretending he doesn't notice, before drawing his hand back again.

"Just a few minutes," he says. For a moment he's quiet, before he laughs briefly and adds, "Next time, don't let him pull you into the water as well, hm?"

As entertaining as this is, he would prefer Jade in better shape. But for now he'll just take advantage of it. Lying back, he tugs Jade by the hips to straddle him. Even if he isn't hard yet, he supposes he can let Jade just grind against him for now.