"I want to let you," Hakkai confesses to him, his head falling back to bare throat and chest to Jedao's attention. His grip goes gentle, claw-tips trailing up over the small of Jedao's back.

"Because I am yours." It's a touchstone he keeps, no matter what else either of them might feel, or who for: he's Jedao's to his marrow, and Jedao is his. Knowing that, it's not so hard to set other things aside.