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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..."

He startles at Hina keeping her grip, not expecting her reaction even if he really should have, and almost falls backwards onto the roof. But then Ankh narrows his eyes and just yanks her closer, putting an arm around her waist and following the dare, his hold on her is good enough for the short trip up and then through the door, leaving the clothes for Eiji to deal with.

Instead the greed flies Hina to the bed, dropping her on it before landing to perch over her himself, kneeling on the bed so his legs and arms are caged around her while he smirks again and tries to go in for a kiss.

She doesn't bat an eye at his choice to fly into the bedroom. It's what she'd told him to do, after all. But trying to kiss on her when she's irritated with him like this? That is not going to fly. She fixes him with an impassive and steely gaze and pushes him back and down by the shoulders, the second she gets her bearings back on the ground. "Not until I say so." She says, tacitly reminding him of a conversation they had had long ago and far away about consent and coercion. Though perhaps she should practice what she preaches, since she is pushing him down towards her belly and what lies below.

Eiji watches them go with an expression that's equal parts amusement and, after a moment, depression. He blinks down at his pant situation, and after a moment, he stands, sighing as he hauls his pants up and buttons them for a minute. Gathering the rest of his and Ankh's clothes up under his arm isn't so hard, and after a moment of staring at the drop, he slips down from the roof to the balcony. He bends to pick up Ankh's forgotten shirt, and ducks into the hotel room.

"Guys," he starts, reprimanding, and then cuts off very suddenly about wow, okay, he is totally good with what's going on on the bed right now. Well, all right, he can forgive them for leaving him pretty much naked on the roof.

He leaves the door open, and drops the laundry on the floor as he gets one knee on the bed.

Ankh could resist her more, kiss her anyway for as hard as that is with her firm grip, but instead he just goes for half stubborn. He kisses as slow as possible down Hina's still covered stomach, the urgent pace from the roof gone as he seemed content to kiss through the thin fabric each inch of her skin. Fingers barely sliding up her shirt and hands resting on her hips, but making no move to pull it up yet.

He's aware of Eiji joining them but for now just listens for what the man does next as his thumbs gradually stroke back and forth, enjoying the warmth of Hina's skin as he finally starts to slowly slide the shirt up.

Hah, he thinks he could, huh? Still, she's not exactly unhappy about what he's doing right now. The corner of her mouth twitches and then she smiles, sliding her leg between his to rub up against the lovely rainbow-colored cock peeking out of his zipper. It was the product of many "design meetings" which usually just ended with "testing sessions" which usually just were sweaty, confrontational sex. She pushes down his pants to free that beautiful thing they created together.

But of course Eiji-kun is here too, and her eyes flicker up to his and her smile broadens invitingly. She tilts her head up, pursing her lips invitingly.

Eiji has a lot of feelings about that rainbow-colored dick, most of them starting somewhere around 'why can't they just agree on a shape' and ending somewhere around 'I think they enjoy arguing over the order of the rainbows', and it's barely even noticeable at this point. (No it isn't, but Hina's expression is too cute and inviting).

Eiji leans in and brushes his mouth over Hina's, threading his fingers through her long hair as his free left hand ghosts over her breast and down to pat Ankh's dick appreciatively. Then his hand settles at her skirt's waistband. Let Ankh work on her shirt, if he wanted. He had other plans.

Eiji also thought bright green and lavender went together, so his thoughts on colors should clearly be ignored. Instead Ankh is happy to buck towards the touches to his cock, as he get's Hina's shirt high enough to kiss around her now bare belly button, kissing a trail down until he was where Eiji's hand was, and then going back up.

With how he's already half hard Ankh wouldn't mind more attention, but he's also enjoying the scratch of Hina's shirt against his fingers, or the heat of both their bodies around him. And once he's pushed her shirt up to her breasts the feel against his tongue of Hina's bra, as he mouths one of her nipple's through the fabric.

Besides, not forcing one of them to focus more on him now, hopefully means the sooner Hina joins them in the same state of undress. He could stand a little patience for that.

She releases him, content that he probably won't try to jerk her around at the moment, and pulls her shirt over her head, arching into his touch. Then she takes Eiji's mouth again, her tongue soft and strong and tender. She combs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face into hers with an insistent pressure.

She has invested in a few more front clasp bras since she began making time with these two. And quite a few more side-zip skirts, one of which Eiji is fussing with right now.

Eiji opens against her, the way he always does to her (because he's not able to resist her, and, really, never has been). He's more than willing to let her guide the way as his fingers unzip her skirt, and his fingers dip under the waistband of that and her panties before he pushes them down.

She's soft and warm under his fingertips in a way Ankh's never been, never been interested in, and his fingers dip into her skin unbidden. He works at her mouth with greater fervor than before, surprised by his own intensity.

Ankh makes quick work of unclasping her bra, well practiced with Hina's underwear by this point, cupping one of her breasts in his hand and stroking her nipple with his thumb. The greed's mouth found her other breast, his tongue swirling around it as his other hand drifted down.

He reached behind him, happy with where he was for the unique position it gave him to watch the other two kiss, but also wanting to be more involved. His hand eventually found Eiji's hip, and from there it's easy to find the other man's zipper. Making use of some dexterity he was very grateful for right now he undid the pants again, not even bothering to pull down the boy's colorful underwear, and instead just slipping his hand in to grasp the other man's member and give it a quick stroke.

Edited 2012-10-19 07:34 (UTC)

"Ah..." She breathes into Eiji's mouth, holding Ankh's head to her breast. She angles her hips to coax Eiji to finger-fuck her harder. His fingers are slick with her wetness. Her tongue wrestles with his, absorbed into the flavor and warmth of his mouth.

She is usually the one organizing these situations, finding the right space for everyone to fit and nestling them into each other's bodies, but for right now she feels like the boys are making up for their lapse in judgement before, and she deserves it.

But Ankh's beautiful designer dick is lonely, she thinks, and she presses her knee up against it, gently trying to help it along.

It's a little distracting, to kiss and finger Hina all at once, but he's pretty much got the hang of it by now; it used to be that he'd get off-rhythm with one or the other, but as his tongue moves along Hina's his fingers never stop moving in and out. Ankh's hand surprise him, and his hips stutter into his touch, gasping into Hina's kiss.

His thumb finds Hina's clit about ten seconds before his free hand ghosts over Ankh's stomach, palming over the head of his dick before his fingertips slide over precome and he has to lift his hand away. He wants that taste on his tongue, between kisses with Hina.

Things are going surprising well for as little guiding they have from Hina, enough give and take going on between the three of them to make everyone happy.

Like Hina's knee, which Ankh is happy to rock against once Eiji has moved to taste him. Starting a rhythm to match the slow one he is keeping with the hand pumping the other man's cock , aiming for pleasure but not to make things go too fast.

Ankh kisses up Hina's chest, nuzzling at her neck in a somewhat gentler way then he does with Eiji, before returning to her breasts, licking at the valley between them and tasting the faint taste of salt there as he kneads her one breast still in his hand. Rubbing his cheek against the other for the different feel that is, before Ankh turns his head and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he watches them kiss intently. How good Hina's neck looks when she tilts it back that way, or the growing redness of Eiji's cheeks. That tender heat already sparking into a wildfire.

It might have been Ankh's favorite part, to see that moment that these two who were so reserved finally give in, indulging in a way he knew few others got to see. And here it was just for the three of them to enjoy, for Ankh to keep those fires going as long as they would allow.

She gasps out of Eiji's mouth, arching her neck as both of their attention sends lightning bolts of pleasure up her spine. She's surprisingly close already, but if she goes off the night doesn't end there for her. Still she flicks her eyes from one face to the other, her mouth open until she catches it and looks at Ankh. "I want you inside me." She says, and there's no trace of the stutter that would once have interrupted those words.

Then she shoots her gaze to Eiji, "And you, I want you to take him." She nods her head towards Ankh, and then glances aside at him as if daring him to object.

Eiji's quick to nod, biting at his lip as Ankh's fingers moving over his dick. "I can do that," he breathes, tilting his head to look down at Ankh. It'll go a long way toward making Ankh look--debauched. Filled. Both of which are looks he very much likes on Ankh.

His fingers twitch within Hina, and while he'd like to see if he can't manage to get her to come from this alone, he's already thinking about how quickly he can get to the bedside table. She really does do so much for them (like flying them to Paris with her to wander the city while she worked, like sending Eiji to far off place with a smile on her face for years and years, like, well, like helping Ankh design a rainbow dick), and even if he could resist her soft orders he wouldn't.

"I can definitely do that," he repeats, eyes flicking between Hina and Ankh.

He raised an eyebrow even as hearing her be so demanding makes him grin, sending warmth through Ankh though he certainly acts like he doesn't like being the one who's ordered. But it would be a very good position to be in, and Ankh isn't stupid enough to do anything besides hold back the colorful comment that comes to mind. Instead he leans forward to give Hina a kiss, a slow exploring one as he reluctantly lets go of Eiji with one final flick of his wrist, giving the man time to get what supplies they need.

Ankh's hand on Hina's chest finds it's way to the back of her neck, cradling it as he continues thoroughly her mouth, making up for the lack of hello kiss. That most would say the at times five minute kisses he liked to give both of them were too long for greetings is something Ankh really doesn't care about. He also keeps his ears open for what Eiji is doing, eyes closed now to better focus on the kiss, as his now free hand finds its way back to Hina's stomach and then lower. Slipping fingers inside to stretch her, enjoying the slick glide against his fingers and the taste of her mouth.

Yes, this is definitely a position he wanted to be in.

Ah, this is good. Though she laments Eiji's sudden absence, the tongue in her mouth helps. That predatory look on Ankh's face had always made her wonder, and when she found out that the reasons were sometimes more salaciolus than violent it was a pleasant surprise. She breathes in slowly and steadily through her nose as they kiss, her own eyes fluttering closed just after his do, and humming gently as he fills her with his fingers. She enjoys the twin sensations of him working her mouth and her vaginal canal at the same time. Of the many parts of Ankh that she had no design input on, she quite enjoys his tongue and how he uses it.

Eiji hits up the table quickly. With Ankh around, there's never any shortage of supplies (even if half of them have really awful names, like the pack of condoms decorated with glitter and 'Cage the Beast' written on the packaging in French that Eiji studiously ignores because seriously, it makes him flash back to the tentacle dick adventure every time), and he snags a pair of the strawberry ribbed kind to go with the tube of lube, since those are predictably Ankh's favorite.

He sheds his pants and his boxers as he's traveling back to the bed, and then he tugs insistently at Ankh's jeans until he can toss them down on the floor. He flicks the tube open sidles up close behind Hina, one hand warm across her hip as his fingers brush up Ankh's thigh to circle his entrance.

Ankh hums back into the kiss as he spreads his legs wider, making things easier for Eiji as he enjoyed the kiss. He's happy to keep kissing Hina in this slow, languorous way even as he decides she's prepared enough. Removing his fingers and just enjoying the kiss for a moment, how great an organ the human tongue really was for all the sensations it allowed for, before reaching down to guide his cock to her entrance.

He doesn't give that first thrust yet, giving her time to speak up, as hard as it is to not just push into that warmth Ankh knows is waiting for him. Moaning into the kiss in awkward half-frustration as he got to the point where he waited, both for Eiji's fingers and Hina's consent, the patience Ankh was being forced to show hard to hold onto. The Greed wasn't very patient at the best of times, much less sandwiched between the two of them like this.

She smiles and smiles and smiles, even though her body is aching for his just as much as his aches for hers. She strokes his face, burying her fingers in his curls and loving him with her kiss. Finally she consents with actions instead of words, grabbing his ass and pulling him inside her. She breaks the kiss to moan and sigh.

Eiji leans back to watch, biting his lip. He's two fingers, two knuckles deep inside of Ankh, but he wants to be one dick all the way inside of Ankh, so he shifts his wrist over in order to work Ankh open more easily. Slowly, he sinks in a third, and then he leans up to catch his mouth on Hina's throat. His dick drags against Ankh's thigh when he moves, and he shudders over it even while he curls his fingers to find Ankh's prostate. (Which was probably Eiji's favorite of the various additions to Ankh's body, designer dick notwithstanding.)

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