[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]
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[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]