Seeing and hearing his response, Heine continues, bending his wrist. He finds the same spot again and rubs his fingertips in that spot, harder now—a little too hard. Eichel directs his gaze to where they're joined from above, wrapping his arms around Jade and starting to grind against him from behind.

Spread him, Eichel urges. Heine does it, moving his fingers apart abruptly. Make him feel good. And of course he wants this, wants to see Jade relax and his expression change in that way it had before when he'd been so overwhelmed.

Heine removes his fingers but uses the same hand to hold him open, reaching towards his entrance and pulling to make him more open, spreading him as he begins to push up and into him. All Eichel has been telling him is to want this, and it's all Heine has in him now, this deep and aching urge to get every bit of Jade to feel the same way he does.