dinohouse | [Mushverse: Ankh and Eiji, also open to other Greeed]

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[Mushverse: Ankh and Eiji, also open to other Greeed]

I'm not a total jerk. Ankh asked me to tell him if I found out about any of the others coming back the way we did.

I could just call, I guess, I have a phone and I know how to use it and it would be easy enough to find the number for that crazy restaurant they live in.

But I'm restless. Lots of stuff has been happening at home lately, and I kind of feel like if I don't give myself something to do, I might go out and start a fight. With the stupid guy who kidnapped Katsumi, or that stupid pirate jerk who screwed up Joe's entire state of being, or... God, the list is endless.

But I don't want to, so I look up the address to Cous Coussier and walk there instead, toying with my Switch as I walk. Not pressing it, just sort of rolling it between my fingers, and wondering whether I should tell any of the other Greeed about it.

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He takes off his pants and underwear, then hauls me up, hauls my shirt off. I'm about to reach for him when he places his hand over my heart.

Aw.

I cover his hand with mine. "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly, wondering if that's his worry. "I'm healthy."

Eiji's words conjure up all kinds of memories of him fighting. All the times he was injured, many of them (most of them) the direct result of some action of mine. He's just a fragile thing for being so strong willed. All easily broken bones, easily spilled blood.

And now I'm the same, just as vulnerable. My time is now just as limited as his. Our time together is limited.

Stop it. I close my eyes, and draw in a slow breath, trying to push all my thoughts away. Right now he's supposed to be helping shut my brain up. I'm supposed to be distracting myself from all those heavy things.

Whoops. He's starting to panic again. And words don't help, he doesn't want to talk.

I brush his hair back on both sides of his head, then cup his face, and draw him down towards me gently. I kiss him on the forehead, right on the tip of his nose, then I brush my lips across his.

I relax a little into Eiji's touch, sighing as he kisses my forehead, then again when he kisses my nose. I make a soft sound when our lips meet, my chest tightening as too many emotions fight within me.

Is this what it feels like to love someone? All this confusion and pain and worry about their safety and burning need and uncontrolled desire? How has humanity survived this long?

I slide closer to Eiji, spreading both hands out over his chest. I do my best to ignore his heartbeat this time, instead focusing on how warm he is, how his muscles tremble the lower my hands go.

He has the most curious expression on his face.

I'm being used to experiment upon again, I think, and I do not mind in the slightest. My eyes slide shut at the feel of his hands, and I scoot closer to him. I would be perfectly happy to lose myself in this, in him, in making him happy for the short time I can manage it.

The heat starts to build low in my stomach again as I touch Eiji, as my palms glide over lean muscles, as my fingers trace the faint lines of old scars.

One of my hands slides around him to rest on his back, pressing against the base of his spine. I sigh, starting to tremble a little, mostly in my fingers and lips.

I lean forward, brushing my nose against Eiji's before I bring our lips together, my hand sliding up his back to his shoulder blades as I deepen the kiss.

I inhale unsteadily as he explores. He kisses me, and my lips part automatically to him. He is mine, and I am his, and for now that will have to be enough.

I drop a hand to gently cup him.

I whine softly into his mouth at the touch of his hand, my hips jerking slightly from the somewhat unexpected contact. I pant against his lips to catch my breath, then deepen the kiss again, a bit more hurriedly this time.

My hand that's still resting on his chest glides lower, down to cup him in return, though his clothes are still tragically in the way there.

I want him to come undone with me this time. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me.

If I'm to distract him properly, I need to make him fall apart as tantalisingly but quickly as possible. Maybe take him to the edge and keep him there for a while...

His hand touches me in turn, and I groan under my breath. "D-Do you want to..."

I can't say the word. I just reach out and scrabble in the top drawer for the bottle I bought a few days ago.

That groan does things to me, pleasant things. I want to make him groan like that again. I want to hear every pleasant sound he can make.

I'm about to grip him when he starts talking. Well, more like stammering, and I pull back to blink confusedly at him for a second.

Then he's reaching into the top drawer of the bedside, and things fall into place a little better. My ears go hot, and I can feel the heat creeping toward my cheeks.

I grip him, and kiss him, then brush out cheeks together, leaning toward his ear because I don't think I could talk any louder than a whisper right now. "You in me?"

He's nearly as red as I am.

He kisses me, then whispers in my ear. I shake my head awkwardly. "I... I haven't really done it that way and I thought it might be easier the other way around first. If that's okay."

Also, there's no way I'm taking pleasure from this first. I don't mind it the other way around, and I have a suspicion it'd be more pleasurable with him than with my other partners anyway.

I swallow hard, trying to fight down all these nerves that are fighting for my attention.

"If you're sure," I take a steadying breath, then pull back just far enough to meet his eyes. "I want you to feel good too."

I bite my lip and look down, my cheeks still hot. "Will you, um, will you... direct things?"

I'm not sure I'm expressing my wants properly. Mostly I just want him over me, covering me. I don't so much care who's inside who, I just want to be able to look up at him and know I'm safe with him.

I nod quickly. "If that's what you want, of course. It's uncomfortable the first couple times the other way, so since I've done it before, I'll be fine."

I swallow, lifting a hand to caress his cheek. "Since it's you, it'll be better than fine."

I disengage regretfully from Ankh and peel out of the rest of my clothes.

I tilt my head into his hand, sort of nuzzling my cheek against his palm. When he pulls away I go to take in a steadying breath, only to have it catch in my throat when he finishes undressing.

It's not like I haven't seen him in various states of undress before, I did share a room with him for as year. But this is different, this is wrapped in in all sorts of trust and desire and feelings only he's been able to express aloud so far.

I clear my throat and slip out of my own shirt, looking down and hiding most of my face in my hair.

"Hey," I say softly, moving towards him. I stroke his cheek, step into his space, a knee shyly intruding between his just a little. "If you don't want to, that's okay. But I think I can make you feel good."

My voice is appallingly hoarse. I want this on every level, want to feel him inside me, want to help him forget his worries.

"I do want to," my voice is quiet, but certain. I need him, need to feel connected to him. I know he can make me feel good, he already has, but I want him to feel good too. I don't want this to be all about me.

Huh. That's still a feeling that catches me off guard.

I move closer, reaching for him, reaching for his hips. My fingers are shaking, but I try to hide it by gripping him.

He's shaky. But he wants this. I -- I can make him more confident. I think.

I sigh a luxurious sigh when his fingers land on me, pleasure rippling through me. "It's just us," I whisper, eyes intent on his. "Like always."

Even when we've been surrounded by others, it's somehow always been just us.

I run my hands down the slim planes of his ribcage, his hips, his beautiful skin, and pull us together. "I have to prepare myself. Do you want to, um, help?" I say, shy but trying to be confident, for him.

It's strange. I'm not embarrassed or shy about intimacy with him. After the time we spent together, after the things we've already done, it's not intimidating. But talking about it makes it not run smoothly any more, makes me stutter and crack, and... is that part of the problem between us? I'll have to think about it- another time.

I sigh, relaxing a little from his wandering touch. I glide my hands over him a little in turn, my thumbs rubbing circles over his hipbones. I'm still sharply aware of how vulnerable he is, how vulnerable I am, but I'm trying to push those thoughts aside, focus on what is happening right now.

I feel my cheeks burning again at his question, and I bow my head to hide in my hair again. "If you want me to," I lick my lips and look up at him through my bangs. "Or you could just show me."

I could almost be content just like this, nothing between us, skin on skin.

But there's a sweet slow burn at the base of my spine, and I want to do this for him, I want to help him feel better. He can't speak to me about it. The least I can do is make him feel loved and wanted.

I lean in to breathe into his ear, "Watch. Help if you want," then I suck his earlobe briefly, wetly, and move back onto the bed.

Eyes on his, I coat a finger liberally and start working it into myself.

I tremble when he breathes close to my ear, then gasp when he sucks on my earlobe. My fingers dig into his hips briefly, until he pulls away and settles on the bed again.

I follow him onto the bed, not wanting to just stand there, staring dumbly. Of course I find I can't do much else when he starts sliding a finger in himself, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Eiji," I'm surprised I have any voice left at all. I swallow hard, and lick my lips again. This is one of those moments that my memory is going to capture. It's going to replay in my mind again and again, probably when it's least appropriate.

I have to close my eyes for a moment when he licks his lips, as a wave of heat moves through me. I add a second finger. I'm so hard I'm leaking, but I manage somehow to not touch myself there just yet.

"Ankh," I whisper.

I lean close to him when he closes his eyes, brushing noses with him, trying to coax his eyes back open. I want to meet his gaze, want to keep his eyes on mine.

I move a hand down to grip myself, fingers wrapping around my length. My lips part as I give myself a slow stroke. "Ah."

...he's right there, he's right there and he's caressing himself. My breath stutters in my throat.

I add a third finger hastily, and lean forward to capture his lips with mine. "Ready," I gasp.

I whine into the kiss, my hips jerking a bit into my own hand. I pant softly against his lips when he gasps, trying to gather some sense of composure. My instincts are all warring inside me, but I asked Eiji to guide this. I want to look up at him.

I reluctantly move my hand away from myself and reach the short distance to him, sliding my hands over his skin, over his ribs to his back. I pull him to me, guiding him over me as I lie back.

I want him to make the move. I want him to guide himself onto me.

He encourages me over him, and I lean down to kiss him briefly, achingly. His pupils are blown, he's all unguarded vulnerability and trust and I just want to stay here forever. Where it all makes sense, where nothing hurts, where I know exactly what I'm for.

I chew on my lower lip, prolonging the anticipation, then begin to work myself down onto his erection.

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