Eichel doesn't reply. (Jade had wanted so much from him, it hadn't been difficult to slop in more and more suggestion every time without his notice.) Instead he touches Jade's face and pulls him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and hot, sure that it will distract him. He takes off his own clothes and leaves Jade to struggle in his own damp ones, simply stroking his hands over his body.

"Make me hard again," he says. It won't take much. Though he isn't affected the way Jade and Heine are, there's a faint sweet smell he can just detect from the slick. The simple sight of Jade's eagerness, too, encourages him.