He's close to getting hard again. Eichel's hips twitch upwards even at a breath. Running his hand over Jade's hair, Eichel takes a moment before taking a gentle grip to keep him in place as he grinds up against his cheek.

Heine's slick is still all over him, along with a few traces of his own come. Eichel sighs out at the sensation as his cock begins to fill out and harden again.

"Just a little more," he murmurs, gaze tracing over Jade's expression, down his back to his raised hips. "When did you go down to the pool?" he asks, almost idly.