That's a stupid question. [He hooks his fingers, prodding a bit deeper. A grin chases and ghosts across the shell of Alec's ear when he's close. Just inches apart; the space so minor, so insignificant it's almost terrible. But wickedness is a trait he embodies - that he lives by. Greed's eyes shiver with the smallest opening. He's picking up a rhythm with his first inspection. Extending his fingers and curling them back, keeping up a steady beat.]
Both. [An order. Hushed through the points of his teeth as he breathes and speaks into Alec's ear. It shouldn't be hard to guess: his avarice running rotten, demanding as much as his partner is willing to give. Which is to say, all of it. Every whisper, every demand. Every plea beckoned on whimpering pleas.]
[It's a confession. Turned upside down and coaxed out. Not with a promise of savior, but with every intent to damnation.]
[Greed releases Alec's ear with a nip and in the same second his coaxing motions hold still.]
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Both. [An order. Hushed through the points of his teeth as he breathes and speaks into Alec's ear. It shouldn't be hard to guess: his avarice running rotten, demanding as much as his partner is willing to give. Which is to say, all of it. Every whisper, every demand. Every plea beckoned on whimpering pleas.]
[It's a confession. Turned upside down and coaxed out. Not with a promise of savior, but with every intent to damnation.]
[Greed releases Alec's ear with a nip and in the same second his coaxing motions hold still.]