[More is a language he understands. Greed ignores the teasing and instead slides all the way back. Until he's got just the tip in his mouth and his teeth merely hover. Not touching, not in the slightest, but the threat is there.]
[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]
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[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]