Greed's lips were close to her ear. As he listened to every word she spoke and his claws fanned out; making a shrill noise behind her neck as he spun a strand of hair out of the way. The way she moved, the way she spoke: it was all to bait him and his rather insatiable tendencies. To have his eyes focus and that core of his rung back. Like a radar sound pitching back when she strummed out the last vibration.
She was just as needy as he was, after all.
The smile on his face was wide. Full of teeth, full of sharp points that glinted back in the glass when he turned. Greed touched his nose to the side of Velma's jaw and his too-black claws framed the other side of her head. "Hard to say no to something like that," he spoke, his usual baritone a purred-out hiss. A gasket left open, leaving a noxious poison in its wake. The two of them couldn't have been more different from the start, but somehow he had exposed her. Exchanging his need, his greed to her again and again. A little more each time.
Not that he was complaining.
He spun around her, mimicking the elongated crawl of a viper. Heels clacking as he swiped and winded her side. Greed placed the tip of a nail against the under part of her chin, keeping it posed there like an anchor to his movements. One false move could mean disaster, but he was far too careful for that. Jerking with a tightening of his torso, a dip of his shoulder. Until he was trading places, spinning around to meet her face to face.
"Stay still, hmn? Don't want to end up hurting you accidentally." Greed pulled his claws away before running his palms across the tops of his thighs. He dropped then. Falling onto the balls of his feet so that his knees extended across the outside-edges of her calves. A nose was pressed into the side of her leg and Greed slowly nipped up. Climbing with the chase promise of his teeth and his hands followed. Pushing ahead to pull her dress aside.
Velma's hip was easy to swallow in his mouth. Snapped at and Greed gently held the bone between his teeth. As one hand disappeared under the black caress of her dress. He dropped the 'Shield once he was close enough, coiling a finger or two to rough-smooth knuckles. A prod had him where he wanted to be and he started slow; moving counterclockwise against her sex.
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She was just as needy as he was, after all.
The smile on his face was wide. Full of teeth, full of sharp points that glinted back in the glass when he turned. Greed touched his nose to the side of Velma's jaw and his too-black claws framed the other side of her head. "Hard to say no to something like that," he spoke, his usual baritone a purred-out hiss. A gasket left open, leaving a noxious poison in its wake. The two of them couldn't have been more different from the start, but somehow he had exposed her. Exchanging his need, his greed to her again and again. A little more each time.
Not that he was complaining.
He spun around her, mimicking the elongated crawl of a viper. Heels clacking as he swiped and winded her side. Greed placed the tip of a nail against the under part of her chin, keeping it posed there like an anchor to his movements. One false move could mean disaster, but he was far too careful for that. Jerking with a tightening of his torso, a dip of his shoulder. Until he was trading places, spinning around to meet her face to face.
"Stay still, hmn? Don't want to end up hurting you accidentally." Greed pulled his claws away before running his palms across the tops of his thighs. He dropped then. Falling onto the balls of his feet so that his knees extended across the outside-edges of her calves. A nose was pressed into the side of her leg and Greed slowly nipped up. Climbing with the chase promise of his teeth and his hands followed. Pushing ahead to pull her dress aside.
Velma's hip was easy to swallow in his mouth. Snapped at and Greed gently held the bone between his teeth. As one hand disappeared under the black caress of her dress. He dropped the 'Shield once he was close enough, coiling a finger or two to rough-smooth knuckles. A prod had him where he wanted to be and he started slow; moving counterclockwise against her sex.