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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Edited 2012-10-18 19:30 (UTC)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

Even though the wind still makes it difficult to hear, something in Hina's brain is keyed into that keening noise that Eiji-kun feeds into Ankh's name at times like this. She whirls and looks up in shock, "ANKH!" she shouts, and it's definitely the type of name-shout that would append names middle and last, if Ankh had any.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW!" she shouts, leaping up and grabbing the roof and leveraging herself up with one hand while she reaches towards Ankh with the other. "Eiji-kun will fall if you keep that up!"

Eiji pulls away from Ankh's kiss only barely, breath coming fast, and reaches out to steady her, because the last thing they need is Hina falling from the roof while Ankh is too distracted by Eiji's dick to go save her. "Hina-chan," he manages, "it's--okay! We're being careful. Really!"

Ankh's belt buckle is now open under his free hand, though, and he rests his fingers flat over the seam of the crotch of Ankh's tight pants. Okay, Ankh might not be the only one distracted by Eiji's dick--he wants buck right up into Ankh's hand.

Ankh does let go of the back of Eiji's hair to help pull her up, firmly gripping her hand even has he keeps pumping Eiji. He's not worried about him falling with how they are sitting and not standing, but it's worth splitting his attention to make sure Hina doesn't slip.

He does buck under Eiji's hand, before turning to Hina with a smirk. "You should join us." He has the look of the hawk that swallowed the mouse and was eyeing a second one to swoop in on, paying no mind at all to Hina's yelling yet.

Though her face reddens and her pulse quickens at the prospects of what she's seeing laid out in front of her, she is more irritated by Ankh's blase response than anything. She narrows her eyes. "You just don't know when to stop, Ankh!"

Quick as a flash, her hand shoots out to grab his ear. She prefers to grab less sensitive areas, usually, but she definitely wants his attention this time. "We have this nice hotel room to use, and you're up here on the roof!" she shouts at him. "And Eiji-kun, you know that if you let Ankh fool around with you before I get home, you're no good for the rest of the night!"

"I'm sorry, Hina-chan," Eiji offers, "it was just--he--" He trails off, because really, nothing is going to help them now.

"We didn't know when you'd be home," he settles on. "And, you know, the only taller buildings are office buildings, so they're not going to be looking out, so I figured it was probably safe."

Oh, they are so dead.

Ankh stops at least, though his hand stays wrapped around Eiji still. He sends a glare Hina's way as he tries to wiggle out of her grasp, even as he moves up his other hand to grip her her arm, being cautious. Sudden movement and humans on tall buildings could be a bad combination. "You did come home in time, so what does it matter?" Meaning they weren't guilty of anything, right?

"And the air feels better out here then inside." Because clearly this cunning plan was a good, logical follow up to encourage them staying outside.

To Eiji she says, "It's not about being seen, it's about how you two will get rowdy, and then you'll fall off the roof, and then Ankh will catch you, but after that the adrenaline will make you useless."

She whips her head back around to Ankh, "And don't pretend like that wouldn't have happened, because you two lose control when you're alone together!" She wraps her other hand around the wrist that is now attached to her. "Let go of Eiji-kun, we're going inside." She says in a voice that brooks no argument, tugging again at his ear. "I paid extra for a large bed and I want to use it!"

Eiji would be embarrassed by the fact that this conversation was taking place while Ankh had a hand wrapped around his dick, but--sadly?--it was kind of a regular occurrence. "I wouldn't have fallen," he says, "Hina-chan, if you're worried about us being rowdy, shouldn't you not be yelling?"

He keeps up the glaring contest for several minutes, before huffing and turning from them both. If she's going to make this big a deal of it..

He makes to fly up, wings suddenly at his back and intending to fly back inside if he can get free. Eiji and Hina can take care of balancing each other, and he is giving her what she wants right?

Any similarity to a tantrum are the others imagination, and this is just him making a strategic retreat.

"Yelling is not the kind of rowdy that knocks people off buildings." She asserts to Eiji.

She is not entirely surprised when Ankh wings out and tries to fly away, he's done this before. Her esprit-d'escalier, as she learned in her French studies, had always been to regret not hanging on as he flew off. So, though she lets go of his ear - no sense in making things harder than they had to be, right - she keeps her iron grip on his wrist, daring him to drag her along with.

Eiji never pushed himself off a building, she reasons, he should be fine.

Edited 2012-10-19 00:45 (UTC)

Eiji would be glad for her trust in his ability to remain sitting on the roof, but instead that puts him in not-really-enviable territory, with Ankh flailing around with his pants half-open and Hina hauling back down toward the roof by the wrist while he was pants-at-his-knees.

"Guys, let's just go downstairs, it's fine, we can leave the door open or something, get that Paris air..."

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