[Greed's much more experienced on the other side of the field. Pushing and prodding, caressing nails and fingers when it suits his fancy. A swap doesn't surprise him and he isn't inexperienced to the notion. But it's different here - off - and after a few licks and more words, the homunculus coils his blacked-out hand around Alec's chin. Urges him to stop a moment.]
Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
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Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.