[But he's grinning now, and at least he obeys Ling, tugging his shirt up and over his head swiftly. His jeans, though . . . that takes a little more time. Greed wants to savor this, which makes taking it slow.
So he doesn't just yank his jeans open and shove him against the wall. Instead: his fingers toy with the button, a smug little smirk on his lips, his head bent and his eyes focused on his task. Ling looks like a fucking treat already, shirtless and his skin shining with sweat, all those muscles on display . . . and he looks even better the more impatient he becomes.]
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[But he's grinning now, and at least he obeys Ling, tugging his shirt up and over his head swiftly. His jeans, though . . . that takes a little more time. Greed wants to savor this, which makes taking it slow.
So he doesn't just yank his jeans open and shove him against the wall. Instead: his fingers toy with the button, a smug little smirk on his lips, his head bent and his eyes focused on his task. Ling looks like a fucking treat already, shirtless and his skin shining with sweat, all those muscles on display . . . and he looks even better the more impatient he becomes.]
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