Eichel gives Jade a slight reprieve of a sort, leaving his fingers where they are while Heine works his hips in short, regular thrusts. Heine's shoulder is bared completely, but he doesn't respond to Jade biting down on his skin. It hurts, a little. He doesn't mind. Heine leans into Jade's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin and slowing his pace down to nothing, because he can take it easy. Give him time to adjust.

"Too much?" Eichel asks. He isn't looking at Jade's face when he withdraws his fingers to properly slick himself, and doesn't really wait for an answer before he returns. He pushes until Heine lies back; Heine pulls Jade with him, hands moving down to spread Jade's legs apart for Eichel when he gets on top of them both.

Heine turns his head to try and Jade on the mouth again. He likes the feeling of it, moving languidly to run his tongue over Jade's lips and teeth—even as Eichel presses the head of his cock next to where Heine is still buried in him, almost to the hilt, and begins to work his way in by slow, unrelenting pressure.