Ankh shuts his eyes, more pliable to words from Eiji with how overwhelmed his senses are. As great as the conflict is, taking what he wants and expecting the dark haired man to try to do the same, he doesn't need it right now. He just needs Hina to keep touching him as contentment radiates off her, for Eiji's mouth to keep spurring him on multiple ways.

He could open himself more to their desire, let that carry him over the final bit as he picks up his rhythm inside her. But as much as he wants to gorge himself on this feeling he knows it would just be too much. So Ankh pushes himself to deeper thrusts, clinging to both of them as he keeps his balance.

Ankh can feel how close he is, how it's getting closer with thrust. It still feels frustratingly far, but he never has been one to give up.