The tightness around him is so much that Heine nearly squirms. But there's a weight on him, on his mind, that keeps him still and calm. The pressure is so heavy that he doesn't need to move, and it settles him somewhat. So it's fine. He noses at Jade's neck again, worry replaced with simple confusion, because he'd thought that Jade would want this. Feeling him shake, Heine moves his hands almost curiously to feel at the taut lines of his shoulders, rubbing one palm over his lower back.

Feeling the motion under his chest, Eichel shifts to look—and laughs. It's an indulgent chuckle, not mocking, as he pulls out again without ceremony and picks up the lubricant. Some he squeezes out onto his hand, but he puts the tip of the bottle right at Jade's entrance and adds slick there too, without warning. It'll make it easier.

This time when he starts to enter Jade again, he has Heine pull out halfway so that he can build a rhythm, a slow one where he and Heine are only inside him at the same time when one of them is pulling out. He can tell Jade's having a hard time, of course. This should be enough to help him adjust. (Should be, and well, if it isn't... he keeps going anyway.)