[Greed may find himself surprised by how aggressive Alec can be in the bedroom, when it catches his fancy (and Richard had worked to encourage that, to allow it when it wasn't making an already black mood spiral even worse). There's still no rhyme or reason to the twists of his moods or his mind, but that much Greed should be used to by now.]
[Alec doesn't bother to study what Greed looks like alone on the bed, because he's too eager to return, even if he hasn't determined exactly what he's going to do with what he's fetched, but that's a minor detail compared to the rest of this.]
[Alec finds himself tempted towards the alcohol now, but that would mean leaving Greed instead, and this is a different kind of altering to his mood, and one that he refocuses on, teeth digging in after a nip, not needing too much to be encouraged, not requiring anything more than what he's getting -- Greed's enthusiastic responses.]
[Still Alec doesn't shut up, because there are always words, even when they'll cease to make any particular sort of sense, they still wind up being said. It's just Alec's way, a habit too firm to be broken despite the fact that there's not really any reason for it.]
[He has to pull back to speak, but he takes the opportunity to touch as well, one hand cupping Greed's cheek, nails scraping to leave thin white lines in their immediate wake and then a pivoting of his hand to press his forefinger against Greed's lips, to find out if he will suck it.]
[Or if he'll bite.]
Even I can be taught, if the right teaching methods are employed.
[The lazy drawl of Alec's voice seems particularly suited to this moment.]
[Words are Alec's strong point: probably one of his best features. He's smart, he's resourceful. But Greed's a creature of action and when the other sits up and presents a finger, it's an easy decision. The Sin takes the tip in his mouth first, swiping and dragging it further with his tongue. Swallowing it to the first knuckle.]
[That's when he bites.]
[It's a gentle nip at first. Just to feel the defined hardness of Alec's bones - they're exposed against his thin frame, practically poking out to challenge the strength of his jaws. Greed knows it can't win in the end, so he doesn't test the limits too much. Instead, he just holds the flesh there, bringing his mouth around the knuckle to seal it. A few brief sucks later and his smile ruins the whole thing.]
That so? [Eyes flick up and he retracts his head. Smearing the spikes of his hair across wood, making them bend slightly.] For everything I actually know about you, taking an order isn't really one of your strong points.
[But hey - he's not faulting Alec on it. Orders weren't his strong point either and that's landed him into enough trouble for a few centuries worth of lifetime(s). The Sin tightens the muscles of his arms, tenses to make tendons line out against his skin.]
What is it you want to learn then, kid? [If he wants to learn all the vices, he'll give it to him. If he wants to take a piece of the cake and eat it too, fine. Either way, Greed's getting what he wants out of the deal - this way or that, it doesn't matter to him.]
[So he watches Alec from the cliff of his chin and waits.] C'mon, I told you to show me. No need to second-guess yourself - I'm not like the rest.
What you look like when you're flushed with pleasure.
[If he does get flushed with pleasure.]
[What makes him get that way.]
How you act when you've been riled up.
[He's already getting an idea of how Greed reacts to a challenge, to what he makes of Alec himself. All important things.]
Right now I want these off, though.
[And Alec's reaching for the fastening on Greed's pants to try to get him to buck his hips in a useful way. It's only when he looks at him this way that Alec truly appreciates the power in the other's body, but that's not something to make Alec stop, or to make him wary.]
[He's all too keen to oblige. Lifting his hips, setting his heels down to anchor him. His torso goes up, his shoulders bend down, and his spine arches with a wicked angle. It's a demand - to see just how far his avarice can be pushed until it's all too much.]
[Either way, it's an interesting twist on an evening.]
[Greed's grin is wide as it is sharp. The very idea of having his own world turned on its head is one that he finds incredibly amusing. He hadn't pegged Alec for the sort, though he should have. The kid's not exactly forthcoming with everything and he should have noticed the extra ace up his sleeve. Ready to play when the game came to a boiling point.]
[It's funny: just how unpredictable some humans can be.]
[Greed's fingers open up and his wrists knock against the wood as he back-latches behind the headboard. Hidden there are claws - it's obvious when a splintering-crunch comes calling from the dark.] Not stopping you, kid. But it's a tall order to fill - just remember that.
[Possible, but Alec would have to hope that Greed has low expectations of him to genuinely expect that to happen, and he's not about to want that.]
[His arrogance leans in a different direction, but Alec's never pleased to be caught out to have so little experience as he does.]
[Still, he might not have been with all that many men (certainly nothing compared to Greed, but only a few even without that comparison to tilt the scale), but he knows how to tease.]
[So it is that once he's gotten Greed's pants off, once he's worked his cock free, Alec wraps his dry hand around him and slowly moves his thumb along the length for just a moment, before he's slithering down Greed's body, acting like the man's hands around the headboard really are tied in place.]
Pleasantly, or not...
[And then Alec is licking against Greed's stomach, a moment to allow Greed to anticipate something more, before he goes clambering back up the man's body, fingers exploring and making the threat to scratch (nothing like what Greed has done to that wood).]
[A brat, but that much isn't a surprise, and he does intend to see Greed satisfied, eventually.]
[His eyes roll back and shut tight under a growing smile. Really, the kid's as much of a tease as he is a pissant and the Sin isn't at all surprised at the result. He should have seen it coming all along - the spit-back, the arrogance.]
[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
[Alec has no specific plan, is just doing what feels right with any given moment. He's not experienced enough with doing something with someone new that he thinks he could gauge from Greed's initial reaction just what he should do, but he does have plenty of ideas, and he's sure that if he does something Greed really doesn't care for (other than just teasing) that he'll find out about it.]
There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
[Finally, Greed releases his strong-hold on the headboard. Peeling his claws away and slipping them through the bars. Despite Alec's constant claims to the contrary, sometimes it's a little sweeter just to feel. And while he doesn't have a clue to the inexperience, Greed's got some inclination.]
[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[Alec pulls off of Greed's cock in order to answer, green eyes serious and assessing, trying to figure out how much of this is Greed trying to give him free reign and how much of it is the actual subject of his desire.]
[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
No - but it wouldn't be the first time. Though, you might end up biting off a little more than you can chew. [Greed tilts his head to the side and he's cocky. Confident as inky-fingers feather across his hips. Trembling and mimicking the surface of quaking sand. However, the 'Shield stays just there. No use throwing the kid into the deep end when he hasn't had the chance to swim yet.]
[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
Sometimes that's what life is. [And the fact that it's more than he can handle is usually enough to make Alec despair at it, despair at himself, but in a bed with someone as enthusiastic about what they're to do as he is, all the rules are different.]
That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
[Greed's much more experienced on the other side of the field. Pushing and prodding, caressing nails and fingers when it suits his fancy. A swap doesn't surprise him and he isn't inexperienced to the notion. But it's different here - off - and after a few licks and more words, the homunculus coils his blacked-out hand around Alec's chin. Urges him to stop a moment.]
Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
I've done it enough. [It's certainly a protest, and not one that means very much without an agreed-to definition of what 'enough' is. Enough to do it now, Alec knows, even if Greed may be a little more skeptical.]
[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
[When Greed can finally feel some of the tension leaving, he bends forward. Smoothing his hips over a torso that's smaller, grinding his bones against a pair that's a bit more frail. To plant the flat of a forearm against a head-rest and he snatches a half-smoked butt from an ashtray nearby. A smile graces him then, distant. Looking away as those eyes flicker between wanting to dim and waiting to ignite.]
[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]
[Alec can imagine what Greed is thinking, or believes he can, but every look into his eyes proves that he's wrong, and every shift of Greed's body against him seems to make it matter less. Greed can think what he wants, and when they get down into it he'll think only of Alec, that must be a certainty even with how little positive self-image Alec possesses.]
[He shifts his hand so that he can lube up a second finger without having to remove the one in Greed for long, then he slides it in. He knows what he's looking for right now, knows that Greed is clearly ready for more. Likely ready for more than even that, but it's a distraction, something more for him to ride, as Alec focuses on his cock, on getting it ready.]
[Part of him can't help thinking it absurd that Greed may ride him like this, that the man is larger than him in a way that has much to do with the strength of his opinions as it has to do with actual physical size, and that they will both make for a bizarre image.]
[Good thing, then, that Alec likes the absurd.]
Aren't you going to let me have a drag? [Alec knows smoking even if he doesn't know cigarettes, doesn't know nicotine, and might be disappointed by it, by the fact that it won't compare to Fool's Delight, the rush not the sort of thing to bend his mind like that, but probably also not the kind of thing to leave him paranoid and shaking. He doesn't want the aftereffects of that now, but he never does, and yet he's used the drug multiple times before, and other drugs as well.]
[He isn't going to make it a bargain, though, isn't going to refuse anything now. He pulls his fingers out of Greed and then holds on to hip with one hand, the other holding on to the base of his cock.]
[His nails bite in and Greed drags them down. Gently, pushing to give the kid a sense of what he's really dealing with. It's true - he's usually the one taking. Flipping company right around and stealing from them as soon as they said go. But he's testing the waters, feeling it out. And what's a good shake up once in a while.]
[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]
[Alec doesn't like pain, can't take it (even when he inflicts it on himself), but Greed's nails on his skin aren't really painful, and it sparks a different kind of sensation through him.]
[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
[He doesn't need words; it wouldn't get through anyway. Alec's stubborn. Too quick to shield up his defenses and it's a tough shell to crack. So Greed turns to the usual(s); to a language he understands and his nails slip away from his rib cage, moving down to rake nails up a thigh. To smooth a thumb against a protruding hip. He can hear the other hitch a breath when he bites and the Sin's laughter is muffled against Alec's skin. Forming with heat that puffs out like a breath in the dead of winter. It's warm, hot; toxic and noxious.]
[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[Words might not work on Alec, but he's addicted to them anyway, to the way his mouth moves as he shapes them and to the sound that they make coming out. Most of the time it doesn't even matter what they are -- except when he's trying to provoke, to use them like weapons -- only that they exist in the first place.]
[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
[He suddenly stops and his fingers still. The sharp edges of his nails snapping out, akin to a feline stretching out its set. And he rises up, rolling onto the balls of his feet to free himself from Alec's prodding.] Oh-? Is that what you think?
[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
[Perhaps being threatened at this point would be something Alec would almost understand, but he's also confident that despite the danger in Greed's voice that he's not there. After all, Greed has taken on that same tone of voice before when he's made it clear that he won't be the one to kill Alec, that he'll protect Alec from others, and it's not then violence towards Alec that he has to anticipate.]
[Alec's mouth is open and he's focused on panting for a moment, green eyes heavy on Greed, wanting and needing so much more than he's already gotten, but not even sure how to describe to himself what it is he needs, let alone to the Sin.]
[Greed's words make for a start, his mouth for even more of one.]
Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?
[When usually wanting just means realizing what he won't ever have, what Alec knows in his own heart he doesn't deserve. He can want with every breath, but he either needs to take or receive in order for that want to be satisfied, and usually neither is likely.]
[Those eyes flick up to watch Alec. How he breathes, how he talks. What he's saying and doing and what he's holding back. Greed's mouth opens a bit more - with a jagged smile as he reaches for Alec's wrist and tugs his hand forward.]
[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[Alec's fingers tangle against Greed's hair, and he's quiet for just a moment as he twists, almost as if he's trying his grip rather than appreciating it. It's clear he doesn't need to urge Greed on further, since the man is already taking in more than Alec would have him, is already doing his level best to overwhelm Alec's whole self.]
Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
[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.]
[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 doesn't bother to study what Greed looks like alone on the bed, because he's too eager to return, even if he hasn't determined exactly what he's going to do with what he's fetched, but that's a minor detail compared to the rest of this.]
[Alec finds himself tempted towards the alcohol now, but that would mean leaving Greed instead, and this is a different kind of altering to his mood, and one that he refocuses on, teeth digging in after a nip, not needing too much to be encouraged, not requiring anything more than what he's getting -- Greed's enthusiastic responses.]
[Still Alec doesn't shut up, because there are always words, even when they'll cease to make any particular sort of sense, they still wind up being said. It's just Alec's way, a habit too firm to be broken despite the fact that there's not really any reason for it.]
[He has to pull back to speak, but he takes the opportunity to touch as well, one hand cupping Greed's cheek, nails scraping to leave thin white lines in their immediate wake and then a pivoting of his hand to press his forefinger against Greed's lips, to find out if he will suck it.]
[Or if he'll bite.]
Even I can be taught, if the right teaching methods are employed.
[The lazy drawl of Alec's voice seems particularly suited to this moment.]
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[That's when he bites.]
[It's a gentle nip at first. Just to feel the defined hardness of Alec's bones - they're exposed against his thin frame, practically poking out to challenge the strength of his jaws. Greed knows it can't win in the end, so he doesn't test the limits too much. Instead, he just holds the flesh there, bringing his mouth around the knuckle to seal it. A few brief sucks later and his smile ruins the whole thing.]
That so? [Eyes flick up and he retracts his head. Smearing the spikes of his hair across wood, making them bend slightly.] For everything I actually know about you, taking an order isn't really one of your strong points.
[But hey - he's not faulting Alec on it. Orders weren't his strong point either and that's landed him into enough trouble for a few centuries worth of lifetime(s). The Sin tightens the muscles of his arms, tenses to make tendons line out against his skin.]
What is it you want to learn then, kid? [If he wants to learn all the vices, he'll give it to him. If he wants to take a piece of the cake and eat it too, fine. Either way, Greed's getting what he wants out of the deal - this way or that, it doesn't matter to him.]
[So he watches Alec from the cliff of his chin and waits.] C'mon, I told you to show me. No need to second-guess yourself - I'm not like the rest.
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[If he does get flushed with pleasure.]
[What makes him get that way.]
How you act when you've been riled up.
[He's already getting an idea of how Greed reacts to a challenge, to what he makes of Alec himself. All important things.]
Right now I want these off, though.
[And Alec's reaching for the fastening on Greed's pants to try to get him to buck his hips in a useful way. It's only when he looks at him this way that Alec truly appreciates the power in the other's body, but that's not something to make Alec stop, or to make him wary.]
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[He's all too keen to oblige. Lifting his hips, setting his heels down to anchor him. His torso goes up, his shoulders bend down, and his spine arches with a wicked angle. It's a demand - to see just how far his avarice can be pushed until it's all too much.]
[Either way, it's an interesting twist on an evening.]
[Greed's grin is wide as it is sharp. The very idea of having his own world turned on its head is one that he finds incredibly amusing. He hadn't pegged Alec for the sort, though he should have. The kid's not exactly forthcoming with everything and he should have noticed the extra ace up his sleeve. Ready to play when the game came to a boiling point.]
[It's funny: just how unpredictable some humans can be.]
[Greed's fingers open up and his wrists knock against the wood as he back-latches behind the headboard. Hidden there are claws - it's obvious when a splintering-crunch comes calling from the dark.] Not stopping you, kid. But it's a tall order to fill - just remember that.
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[Possible, but Alec would have to hope that Greed has low expectations of him to genuinely expect that to happen, and he's not about to want that.]
[His arrogance leans in a different direction, but Alec's never pleased to be caught out to have so little experience as he does.]
[Still, he might not have been with all that many men (certainly nothing compared to Greed, but only a few even without that comparison to tilt the scale), but he knows how to tease.]
[So it is that once he's gotten Greed's pants off, once he's worked his cock free, Alec wraps his dry hand around him and slowly moves his thumb along the length for just a moment, before he's slithering down Greed's body, acting like the man's hands around the headboard really are tied in place.]
Pleasantly, or not...
[And then Alec is licking against Greed's stomach, a moment to allow Greed to anticipate something more, before he goes clambering back up the man's body, fingers exploring and making the threat to scratch (nothing like what Greed has done to that wood).]
[A brat, but that much isn't a surprise, and he does intend to see Greed satisfied, eventually.]
[(Alec's mouth is just better at other things.)]
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[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
Could prove yourself wrong for all that fussing.
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There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
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[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[So be it.]
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[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
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[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
[But he's not about to complain.]
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That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
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Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
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[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
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[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]
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[He shifts his hand so that he can lube up a second finger without having to remove the one in Greed for long, then he slides it in. He knows what he's looking for right now, knows that Greed is clearly ready for more. Likely ready for more than even that, but it's a distraction, something more for him to ride, as Alec focuses on his cock, on getting it ready.]
[Part of him can't help thinking it absurd that Greed may ride him like this, that the man is larger than him in a way that has much to do with the strength of his opinions as it has to do with actual physical size, and that they will both make for a bizarre image.]
[Good thing, then, that Alec likes the absurd.]
Aren't you going to let me have a drag? [Alec knows smoking even if he doesn't know cigarettes, doesn't know nicotine, and might be disappointed by it, by the fact that it won't compare to Fool's Delight, the rush not the sort of thing to bend his mind like that, but probably also not the kind of thing to leave him paranoid and shaking. He doesn't want the aftereffects of that now, but he never does, and yet he's used the drug multiple times before, and other drugs as well.]
[He isn't going to make it a bargain, though, isn't going to refuse anything now. He pulls his fingers out of Greed and then holds on to hip with one hand, the other holding on to the base of his cock.]
Then take it.
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[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]
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[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
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[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[And he wouldn't really have it any other way.]
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[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
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[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
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[Alec's mouth is open and he's focused on panting for a moment, green eyes heavy on Greed, wanting and needing so much more than he's already gotten, but not even sure how to describe to himself what it is he needs, let alone to the Sin.]
[Greed's words make for a start, his mouth for even more of one.]
Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?
[When usually wanting just means realizing what he won't ever have, what Alec knows in his own heart he doesn't deserve. He can want with every breath, but he either needs to take or receive in order for that want to be satisfied, and usually neither is likely.]
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[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[And his are always taken care of.]
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Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
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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.]
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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.]
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