Having not come yet, Heine twitches slightly at the warmth settling into his lap. He digs his nails, blunt and cut short, into the skin at the small of Jade's back, by his hip.

Eichel waits. He tells Heine, Be gentle with him.

Of course. Heine draws back, kisses Jade's neck and then his collarbone. His hands move lower, palming over the curve of his ass and fingers seeking lower before he remembers. Gentle. For a moment he casts around, wondering where he is that he wouldn't know locations of personal items like that, but Eichel understands after a moment and passes him the lube.

Shifting their position around so that he can fit his hand between them, he begins. Heine had been careful last time, too, but this time he's more attentive to Jade than just obvious pain. He seeks out the most sensitive spots he can think of with his fingertips, staring at Jade.

He just wants this to be good. You're doing well. More slowly, Heine—so he takes his time. Eichel comes to kneel behind Jade to stroke his hair, to touch Heine's cheek.

"Good boy," Eichel hums. His voice is at Jade's ear, but he looks at Heine—even if Heine is looking only at Jade.