[When Greed can finally feel some of the tension leaving, he bends forward. Smoothing his hips over a torso that's smaller, grinding his bones against a pair that's a bit more frail. To plant the flat of a forearm against a head-rest and he snatches a half-smoked butt from an ashtray nearby. A smile graces him then, distant. Looking away as those eyes flicker between wanting to dim and waiting to ignite.]
[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]
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[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]