[While Alec isn't following direction, the pay out is still the same. The slip of a noise instead of a protest. Greed releases his fingers from his companion's wrist, moving instead to race an open palm down his thigh.]
[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]
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[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]