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.
He knew how to play the anticipation game, that's for certain, and though his style leaned further into theatrics than she generally enjoyed, she could tolerate a bit of odd flair here and there. Her eyes watched him as he moved, eyebrows raising in bemusement at times and settling into an intense stare at others.
It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
With her grip firmly planted in his hair, Greed chased a sharp smile across her skin. He moved his fingers back and forth, exchanging an index for a middle as he played between her legs. "Then don't," was what he whispered. As his wrist hiked away the rest of her dress, making it pool and drape across the length of his forearm.
He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.
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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.
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It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
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He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.