[His nails bite in and Greed drags them down. Gently, pushing to give the kid a sense of what he's really dealing with. It's true - he's usually the one taking. Flipping company right around and stealing from them as soon as they said go. But he's testing the waters, feeling it out. And what's a good shake up once in a while.]
[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]
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[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]