Eiji has a lot of feelings about that rainbow-colored dick, most of them starting somewhere around 'why can't they just agree on a shape' and ending somewhere around 'I think they enjoy arguing over the order of the rainbows', and it's barely even noticeable at this point. (No it isn't, but Hina's expression is too cute and inviting).

Eiji leans in and brushes his mouth over Hina's, threading his fingers through her long hair as his free left hand ghosts over her breast and down to pat Ankh's dick appreciatively. Then his hand settles at her skirt's waistband. Let Ankh work on her shirt, if he wanted. He had other plans.