Eiji has half a dozen things he could say to Ankh, but he abandons them in favor of thrusting, hard. Teasing Ankh is always fun, but the way he sometimes likes to send Ankh close to the edge and back until they're both messes isn't going to work here, not with Hina in the middle of negotiations, so to speak. The rhythm he sets is slow, at first, and he digs his nails into the skin of Ankh's thighs just a little as his pace increases and steadies.

Still, he can't resist. "Yeah, Ankh, play nice," he mouths over Hina's shoulder, before laying a soft kiss on the skin below him.