If you think that, then you still don't know me very well. [He pulls away only briefly. Rocking onto the shelf of his hips as his body sinks back into his thighs. Greed hitches his fingers around the line of his waist, prying the leather from his skin. There's a second pair of red lines there; jutting off his hips to circle around his back.] I'm selfish, remember?

[He shifts himself up, hiking the band down. Alec's much more easy to understand like this. With all of his complaints aside and Greed lowers himself back to him. Nipping at his throat as too-hot air chases skin. His hand follows the curve of his own back and two fingers hook in where leather eases. Greed slowly trails them down and his knees makes the bed beneath them groan.]

You are. So c'mon - I want everything you've got, Alec. [Just to make his point clear, Greed latches his teeth into the dip of Alec's shoulder. Holding him there as his hips, his torso, undulate to help free him of his slacks. They go in slow motion and Greed drops his hand.]

[Again, they tumble. When the Sin's got a fingers-full of Alec's hip and he pulls him into the momentum. Until Alec's settled right on top of the jut of his hip and Greed knocks the backboard with a solid thwack of the heel. His teeth release then and the Sin inspects the slight indentation with an admiring sneer.]