Eiji has never been particularly worried about what the other inhabitants of the hotel would think of anything he does, but that might just be because of the company he typically keeps. In any event, none of that even matters because this time, this moment, is everything. His grip on Ankh's thighs is slick and tight with sweat, and he finally shifts them to curl his hands up over Hina's hips from behind. There is no way he's going to last that much longer.