There's a damp patch on his skin where Jade had laid his head. It takes a moment for Heine to realize what it is, and when he does it's confusing. Hadn't Jade wanted this? Does it hurt that much? He'd been—being gentle—careful, because—

"Jade," Heine murmurs against his mouth. He tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, looking up to see the expression on his face.

It isn't supposed to be like that. Heine frowns, nuzzles Jade's mouth. His hands move up to stroke over Jade's back, repeating the motion as Eichel enters him. Heine can feel the tightness increase like a vise when he does, and his legs tense, but beyond that all he can concentrate on is Jade on top of him, above him, around him. He cranes his neck; Jade's pulse thuds in his throat, so that's where Heine bites again, just indenting his skin.

Eichel is moaning above them, breath gone ragged. He has one hand grasping Jade's hip, the other braced on the bed as he pulls out a bit after making it only halfway in, trying to fuck Jade open. "Good boy," he's saying. "Good boys," in a groan when he pulls Jade down and forces himself in, all the way. Only then does he finally stop and catch his breath.