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

If I miss you tagging, feel quite free to poke me on AIM or through PM here/on tumblr.

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[sungoesup]

Well, he's at least glad for the permission, because there was no way he was going to be able to stop now, hovering at the precipice as he was. His thrusts pick up in force and speed before he tumbles right over the edge into orgasm. "Ahh--" he moans, half-smothered against Hina's back, and pats around for Ankh's arm.

[armful]

Ankh feels Hina still under him, relaxing as Eiji coils tighter and tighter. Only half hears her words as the dark haired man rocks with him, Ankh pressing into the secondhand desire until it bursts, groaning himself as he feels Eiji start to grow limp inside him and the blond pulls back to just his body's senses.

Ankh's breath is still short, skin sweaty from the heat of both of them pressed against him, and his dick is throbbing. Orgasm feeling painfully far away and too close at the same time. It's hard to focus on anything, thoughts foggy, but Ankh does feel Eiji's groping and manages to reach back as he keeps gasping into Hina's neck. Mind too fried for much else for the next few moments.

[handthatreaches]

She can see Eiji coming in his face and to a lesser extent, in Ankh's. She curls her arm around the both of them and hums pleasantly, stroking whatever flesh she can reach with her hands, her touch feather-light.

She leans forward and licks at Ankh's earlobe, chewing at it. His motion inside her is still welcome and pleasurable, but just soft echoes of her previous orgasm. Comfortable and familiar and pleasant.

[sungoesup]

Eiji leans into Hina's as he comes down from his orgasm, and from there it's a matter of pulling far enough away to shift back. He catches his hand in Ankh's and drums his left hand across Ankh's side, sweeping down to brush over them both equally, and he lowers down a little against Ankh's back, scraping teeth at his shoulder. "Come on, Ankh," he hums, pleasantly.

[armful]

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.

[handthatreaches]

Hina's head rolls back as she continues to ride Ankh's dick, smiling, laughing low in her throat. "Come on, Ankh..." She reaches up to muss his normally so perfectly coiffed hair, to stroke his face. "Come for us..." The two of them are used to him taking just a little bit of time by now.

Hina feels another orgasm approaching at a distance, but she's happy to have it or not, stretching her back and then pulling herself closer to her two strange boyfriends, kissing Ankh on the lips and stroking the side of Eiji's face.

[sungoesup]

Ankh never feels more human to Eiji than in the moments where he's searching for his fulfillment. It's not always romantic--especially since Ankh's fulfillment often falls under 'Cell Medals', 'Popsicles', and 'Expensive Brand Name Electronics', not always in that order--but in these spaces, where Ankh's customary roughness gave way a little, it certainly is. Eiji's hands close tight at Ankh's hips.

"Ankh," he says, soft over the tail end of Hina's voice, and he turns his face into Hina's palm as her fingers find his cheek, brushing a kiss over it. His mouth lingers, for a moment, and he reaches up to close his fingers around her slim wrist. Silently, he sucks her first two fingertips into his mouth, and slides his other hand up over Ankh's chest, finding his nipple with his fingers. He squeezes.