RANDOM THREADING

[renachan]

 As it says on the tin, if a character is here then they are open for threading, including a few kids I don't have journals for yet or am just thinking about.

If someone from my muselist isn't here, just poke me on plotting if you wanna do something

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[armful]

Good luck, as apparently he was getting no help yet. Instead he sucked at the pop, staring at the sky. "....Good. Even better up here." Beautiful if he felt like talking more, the night sky blending with the blare of the city.

If he takes too long, Ankh can always give him a lift.

[sungoesup]

"Was that a compliment I hear?" Eiji teases, as he gets one foot up on the balcony railing and hauls himself up using the molding on the wall. Now that he looks, things seem fairly easy to climb, and he hauls his torso up over the lip of the roof.

[armful]

Ankh just snorts, not responding to the teasing beyond that. He watches Eiji out of the corner of his eye, not turning his head yet but following the man with his eyes. Waiting for him to get the rest of the way up.

[sungoesup]

After a moment of undignified wiggling, Eiji manages to get himself over the lip entirely, and he rolls over to sprawl on his back with his head inches from Ankh.

"It is nice up here," he says, after a moment.

[armful]

"Of course it is." It's common sense it'd be good up here, and that the dark haired man adds to the view is a bonus.

After a few more minutes of laying he's finished his pop and he sits up leaning over to give Eiji a kiss with his still cold mouth. Tasting the hint of sweetness still there from the human's own pop.

[rideonrighttime]

Eiji sighs into the kiss, shivers against the cold, and reaches up to slide his fingers over Ankh's cheek, slowly.

"Ankh," he breathes, before he leans up for another.

[armful]

The feel of Eiji's mouth cooling as his own warned up was as good as ever, using one arm to hold himself up while he buried his fingers in the dark haired man's hair with the other. Keeping the kiss slow and casual, for as restless as he'd seemed earlier. Taking things show and just savoring this kiss and the feel of his hair and skin. The smooth feel of the skin near his face against the calluses of Ankh's own fingers.

It was something he'd done before, but sill just as fascinating. Something he planned to keep enjoying in the future.

[rideonrighttime]

Eiji liked kissing Ankh and Hina about equally, but there was always something--special, about kissing Ankh, something tender and slow and not Ankh-like at all, and Eiji lets him take his time; takes his own time, the pads of his fingers tracing the shape of Ankh's jaw and into the back of his hairline.

[armful]

If Ankh thought about it, it was uncharacteristic, how much he showed them or how tender he was. He could ruffle under a hand on his shoulder or freeze at a hug, but slowly kissing either of them, feeling the smooth texture of Hina's hips or the warmth of her breath on his neck as he cupped her breast, the light through Eiji's hair in the early morning or the way his smile felt against Ankh's thigh, it was something he couldn't not indulge in all of that.

He also didn't think about it, he was always more for showing then talking, and for not thinking about what he did. If he wanted to memorize every inch of Eiji's mouth, then he just would, closing his eyes to better focus on the feel of Eiji's fingers or his lips. Content to stay in the odd position for as long as he needed to, until both their mouths had gone from cool to warm to hot.

[rideonrighttime]

Eiji is content as-is, too, until the moment when his neck starts developing a crick and he has to push Ankh gently away.

He swings up to a sitting position, and swings his legs around so he's back-first towards the no doubt lovely Paris skyline and face-first toward the only thing that matters at the moment.

It makes kissing a lot easier, and cupping Ankh's face more firmly in his palms is better. Keeping a hold of him is better; he has nights where he wakes in the middle and has to find Ankh, remind himself he's actually there, actually himself. There's no panic in the way Eiji presses his lips to Ankh's, just relief.

[armful]

Ankh sighs into the kiss, absentmindedly petting the back of Eiji's hair with one hand. He eventually starts to suck on Eiji's bottom lip, more a gradual action of deepening the kiss that happens organically instead of a sudden impulse. His other hand drifts to grip the dark haired man's hip possessively as he deepens the kiss.

[sungoesup]

Eiji whimpers into it, and he shivers under Ankh's hands, leaning into it as he lets Ankh boss him around a little. He slides his hands down Ankh's throat to fist in the halves of his open button-down, and he wants to get closer, immediately.

He holds back from that, but his tongue in Ankh's mouth tells a different story.

[armful]

Ankh can also feel the tension, the way Eiji is holding himself back even as he doesn't with the kiss. Smirking, the Greed slips his own tongue in as well, giving the man's hip a squeeze in encouragement.

If Eiji wants more now, he just has to take it. Ankh might be happy with their current speed but he also wouldn't mind more, and he always did like to see Eiji actually take what he wanted instead of just waiting for it to be handed to him. It was a stupid trait to have and one the dark haired man displayed far too often.

[sungoesup]

Eiji always feels a little like Ankh is indulging him, when he feels like he should take it slow, and it's a little infuriating (everything about Ankh is a little infuriating). So at the patronizing squeeze, he moves, hauling Ankh closer until they're a hairsbreadth apart.

The roof is probably isolated enough no one can see them, anyway. Tourists in Paris didn't usually look out their window like the natives.

[armful]

Even if they were watching Ankh wouldn't care, as long as Eiji's focus stayed where it should. The smile turns more honest as he's reeled in, inhaling the scent of the other man before he pulls back from the kiss to start kissing Eiji down his chin, the hand in the other man's hair drifting down to cup his ass, giving that a squeeze once his hands there.

That this gives Eiji a chance to start working on their clothes is a bonus, but he does want to see what the dark haired man does when in the lead.

[sungoesup]

Eiji's attention goes first to Ankh's button-down, and it's simple work to thread his fingers through the sleeves on the inside and push until they're hanging off of Ankh's shoulders. His hands follow the line of Ankh's arms, fingers tracing over skin, until the sleeves are caught at Ankh's wrists. Then, of course, he pulls his hands away, and tugs at the loop of his scarf until it's loose about his shoulders.

He's smirking a little as his fingers find the hem of Ankh's t-shirt and he can seek at the flesh underneath.

[armful]

Eiji looks good smirking, as long as it's like this with a good plot and not tricking Ankh into something. His fingers feel even better, their light touch making him all the more aware of the attention the man was paying. For as impatient as Ankh himself could be with undressing most days, there really was something in how Eiji did it, the almost ritual he made out of it with both him and Hina, even as he kept things playful.

Ankh lets go of the other man long enough to take the button-down off as well as Eiji's scarf, before giving him another brief kiss on the mouth. His hands grab the bottom of the dark haired human's poncho, ready to quickly pull it off even if it means Eiji does have to stop touching him for a moment.

[sungoesup]

Eiji lets Ankh direct the hem of his shirt upward with a hum of approval, and after he tugs it up over his head he reaches back again for the collar of his second shirt. Both go in a pile at his feet, and then he leans forward to lick his way into Ankh's mouth.

His hands are busy working Ankh's shirt up, of course.

[armful]

But not fast enough now apparently, as Ankh yanks it off himself as quickly as he can, stretching the shirt a little bit and not really caring. They can always get another one, and right now he just wants to toss the shirt aside, ignoring how it falls onto the balcony, as he's already licking up Eiji's chest to his neck, sucking on it as his hands start unzipping his fly.

Completely gone now is the slow pace from before, with Ankh's new goal of getting them naked as soon as possible. He wants all that skin exposed and his to do with what he wants.

[handthatreaches]

Distantly, the two of them suddenly hear the door of the hotel room creak and slam. And one story below them, Hina enters, her arms laden with bags of clothes and samples, her portfolio under her arm.

She looks around quizzically, "Eiji-kun? Ankh?" She purses her lips irritably at the idea they went somewhere without her. She can't get Eiji to carry a phone, and Ankh rarely answers when she calls him. At least not when he knows he's in trouble.

The room is a bit untidy, but she can't see any of the things that they usually bring with them. Though Ankh's iPad is still there... He's been carrying around his new iPhone lately, anyway. At least Eiji's underwear for tomorrow is in its usual place on the desk. They won't be off sleeping in a park like hobos. Again. She sets her packages down and stacks them neatly.

[rideonrighttime]

Eiji can hear Hina's voice, with the door to the balcony wide open. "Ankh," he manages, between gasps, "An-kh. Hina-chan is downstairs!"

He's not doing a terribly good job of pushing Ankh away, though, bucking up into Ankh's hands at the crotch of his pants. "An-kh," he says, trying again, but one of his hands has found its way into Ankh's curls, and the other is tugging absently at Ankh's belt buckle.

[armful]

Ankh has no intention of stopping now, this close to his goal, and gives Eiji's dick a careful squeeze before he finishes undong the pants, hooking his thumbs around the human's underwear too and tugging it down.

"She can come up here, if she wants to join." He growls against Eiji's neck, before going back to trying to leave as many hickies as possible on the other man's neck, switching to the other side now.

[handthatreaches]

The wind at the top of the building is a little too high for her to hear anything of the clamor on the roof. She sighs with a touch of longing and walks out to lean on the balcony and look over the Paris skyline. From there, she can hear a slight motion on the roof behind her, but she pays it no mind right away.

[rideonrighttime]

"Aaankh," Eiji whimpers, "Ankh, don't--" His fumbles at Ankh's belt get a little more focused now, but half his attention is on Hina looking out at the city.

She's going to kill us, he thinks, but it wouldn't be the first time.

[armful]

Ankh just ignores the whimpers, yanking the pants fully off and tossing them to the side, not paying any attention to where they land as he fists Eiji's cock in one hand and the other goes for his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.

As much as he liked hearing Eiji gasp his name, he wanted another taste of him more, plunging his tongue in as he enjoys the rough texture of his fingers stroking Eiji's cock.