[Alec might change his mind easily enough as a general rule, but for all that Greed is challenging him, trying to make him reconsider or commit, or maybe just to be aware of the nature of the thoughts he’s committing himself to. There’s no real problem with him doing that, because Greed is close and warm even before he’s pressing in that much closer, and his presence is a promise, not a threat.]
[Still, Alec can also understand a hint, as much as he might not choose to take it all the time. (As he’s said already, he wouldn’t be the man that Greed had invited up to his bed if he felt so bound by things like social nicety.)]
[This hint comes as nicely as any has, and Alec is content enough to focus on the way that Greed is playing his body, those hands practiced in a way that perhaps should not be quite so sexy, but is. Alec has no problem with someone else showing initiative in the bedroom — in large part because it means he can still state his opinions without being overbearing, that he can go along with it enough for it not to be quite so obvious that Alec’s own experience base isn’t quite as deep as he’d like to pretend it is.]
[Greed’s care is appreciated, for all that Alec finds himself quickly to be moving further on with it, before his body is necessarily on board with that particular plan. It’s important to seize the moment when he’s mentally ready, Alec is sure, and one of his great frustrations has also been that what he thinks doesn’t correspond with reality. It would be nice if the world worked a different way.]
[Still, he’d wanted to be in bed with Greed, and that is what he’s achieved, so perhaps it’s not all wrong.]
[But for all that there’s pleasure, the fact that Greed is calling Alec a pissant, is making conversation, as it were, is all the more incentive for Alec to respond, to show that he can give as good as he can get, at least in one small aspect of this interaction.]
You’re not all just empty words.
[Pissant he’d promised to be, but that’s a compliment, and it comes out in practically a purr as Alec shifts to make sure that Greed is nice and close, that when he pounds in Alec can really feel it. After all, if this is worth doing, it’s worth doing right, and that means making it as pleasurable as they can, for both of them.]
[Even from behind, that signature grin of his is all too obvious. The heat at his mouth parts with a hiss; with a wet smack of lips as they tighten to the all-too-familiar pull. Greed presses up against Alec's back and the odd red-lines decorating his shoulders and torso are warm too the touch. Slick with a sort of warmth that's wicked in design; that's sickly in nature. Greed hums with Alec purrs, matching the pitch in an ill-suited harmony.]
And you're not entirely a pain in the ass. Good to know.
[The fresh bite marks are indented with a promise of bruises in the morning. Not that he cares, not that he'd ever care. It's his calling, a warning to others - in the end, Alec could do whatever he wanted. But there would always been the next devil knock-knock-knocking at the door.]
[The Sin's hand springs open, fanning palm-first across Alec's prominent hipbone. He digs his nails in like a vice, anchoring the other still as he forces himself cock-deep. A breath of air escapes his nose with a pleased sort of sound, but that's the only thing that comes out of him. Before he's rocking, thudding, and picking up a pace that's both drawn-out and relentless.]
[He's everywhere and no where at the same time. His nose presses into the back of Alec's skull, his sneer spreads across the matte of hair slicking across the other's neck. And his hands leave, then return. Springing wide open like a feline to pounce, only to lightly scratch and kneed at his companion's stomach. The lines he leaves behind are pink to the touch, but not enough to drawn blood. Just a reminder of just who or what Alec really belongs to.]
[Which is him and him alone.]
[The headboard cracks against the back wall again and Greed finally grabs Alec by the base. His hand coils around finger by finger, nail by nail. Careful to keep the deadly points away while his thumb finds the rhythm of his hips. The Sin presses the flat of his finger against the head of Alec's cock, rolling it counter clockwise to find the beat.]
Give it to me lovely and I'll be sure to do you the favor - [His voice curdles from behind; toxic and moist as he speaks just at the shell of Alec's ear. A tease of a nip follows, those razors skating across the outside rim of his companion's ear. He snaps his tongue off the roof of his mouth, letting it roll slowly towards the backside of his teeth.]
[Alec isn't inclined to think about his next partner while he's still in bed with the first, and while he might, under other circumstances, think to fuss about the marks that Greed is making on his body (on his soul, but that's stupid, Alec doesn't even believe in the soul, he's smarter, better educated than that), not now.]
[And of course it wouldn't make a difference anyway, because Alec is nowhere near as comfortable or as commonly given to sex as he likes to pretend.]
You're more apt to be the pain in mine. [And yet this is a pain in his ass that Alec relishes the idea of, will welcome the reality of as much as he'll welcome the memory of what these bruises will mean.]
[If this is what belonging feels like, maybe it's not so bad as all that. Maybe it's a very different way of coming home, having a place and a person, than Alec has always been afraid of. Of course, it's easy to think that now, when Alec can be sure that Greed's attention won't last, that something or someone else will prove to be more interesting. Or that Greed will simply prefer the idea of what he doesn't have to the reality of what he does.]
[And if there's one thing Alec can be sure of, it's that he won't accept having himself thought of as being second best.]
Call me more sweet names, and you can have anything you want.
[And it's a lie, of course it is, because Alec already knows what Greed wants, and it's what he wants too, and because Alec will always be contrary. Except right now, because he does want it, and Greed is giving him everything that he needs to get there.]
[And so is it any surprise, that with Greed in him and around him and pressing against him, that Alec gives I to the inevitability and let's go off what passes for his control. His body clenched around Greed's length, and he cries out with pleasure, with satisfaction, as his release rushes from his own cock.]
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[Still, Alec can also understand a hint, as much as he might not choose to take it all the time. (As he’s said already, he wouldn’t be the man that Greed had invited up to his bed if he felt so bound by things like social nicety.)]
[This hint comes as nicely as any has, and Alec is content enough to focus on the way that Greed is playing his body, those hands practiced in a way that perhaps should not be quite so sexy, but is. Alec has no problem with someone else showing initiative in the bedroom — in large part because it means he can still state his opinions without being overbearing, that he can go along with it enough for it not to be quite so obvious that Alec’s own experience base isn’t quite as deep as he’d like to pretend it is.]
[Greed’s care is appreciated, for all that Alec finds himself quickly to be moving further on with it, before his body is necessarily on board with that particular plan. It’s important to seize the moment when he’s mentally ready, Alec is sure, and one of his great frustrations has also been that what he thinks doesn’t correspond with reality. It would be nice if the world worked a different way.]
[Still, he’d wanted to be in bed with Greed, and that is what he’s achieved, so perhaps it’s not all wrong.]
[But for all that there’s pleasure, the fact that Greed is calling Alec a pissant, is making conversation, as it were, is all the more incentive for Alec to respond, to show that he can give as good as he can get, at least in one small aspect of this interaction.]
You’re not all just empty words.
[Pissant he’d promised to be, but that’s a compliment, and it comes out in practically a purr as Alec shifts to make sure that Greed is nice and close, that when he pounds in Alec can really feel it. After all, if this is worth doing, it’s worth doing right, and that means making it as pleasurable as they can, for both of them.]
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And you're not entirely a pain in the ass. Good to know.
[The fresh bite marks are indented with a promise of bruises in the morning. Not that he cares, not that he'd ever care. It's his calling, a warning to others - in the end, Alec could do whatever he wanted. But there would always been the next devil knock-knock-knocking at the door.]
[The Sin's hand springs open, fanning palm-first across Alec's prominent hipbone. He digs his nails in like a vice, anchoring the other still as he forces himself cock-deep. A breath of air escapes his nose with a pleased sort of sound, but that's the only thing that comes out of him. Before he's rocking, thudding, and picking up a pace that's both drawn-out and relentless.]
[He's everywhere and no where at the same time. His nose presses into the back of Alec's skull, his sneer spreads across the matte of hair slicking across the other's neck. And his hands leave, then return. Springing wide open like a feline to pounce, only to lightly scratch and kneed at his companion's stomach. The lines he leaves behind are pink to the touch, but not enough to drawn blood. Just a reminder of just who or what Alec really belongs to.]
[Which is him and him alone.]
[The headboard cracks against the back wall again and Greed finally grabs Alec by the base. His hand coils around finger by finger, nail by nail. Careful to keep the deadly points away while his thumb finds the rhythm of his hips. The Sin presses the flat of his finger against the head of Alec's cock, rolling it counter clockwise to find the beat.]
Give it to me lovely and I'll be sure to do you the favor - [His voice curdles from behind; toxic and moist as he speaks just at the shell of Alec's ear. A tease of a nip follows, those razors skating across the outside rim of his companion's ear. He snaps his tongue off the roof of his mouth, letting it roll slowly towards the backside of his teeth.]
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[And of course it wouldn't make a difference anyway, because Alec is nowhere near as comfortable or as commonly given to sex as he likes to pretend.]
You're more apt to be the pain in mine. [And yet this is a pain in his ass that Alec relishes the idea of, will welcome the reality of as much as he'll welcome the memory of what these bruises will mean.]
[If this is what belonging feels like, maybe it's not so bad as all that. Maybe it's a very different way of coming home, having a place and a person, than Alec has always been afraid of. Of course, it's easy to think that now, when Alec can be sure that Greed's attention won't last, that something or someone else will prove to be more interesting. Or that Greed will simply prefer the idea of what he doesn't have to the reality of what he does.]
[And if there's one thing Alec can be sure of, it's that he won't accept having himself thought of as being second best.]
Call me more sweet names, and you can have anything you want.
[And it's a lie, of course it is, because Alec already knows what Greed wants, and it's what he wants too, and because Alec will always be contrary. Except right now, because he does want it, and Greed is giving him everything that he needs to get there.]
[And so is it any surprise, that with Greed in him and around him and pressing against him, that Alec gives I to the inevitability and let's go off what passes for his control. His body clenched around Greed's length, and he cries out with pleasure, with satisfaction, as his release rushes from his own cock.]