[The shower is small, so the second Greed steps into it he's already there, right up close to Ling as the water spills over his skin, and that is a sight to behold. Ling could stare at him all day, has made a habit of it these past many months, just looking at Greed and drinking in the details of him; the line of his jaw, the way his muscles shift under his skin, the precise angle of his hips, left tragically up to his imagination until recently, like a few other things—
Look, everyone has hobbies. Ling's is watching Greed, and he's certain he'll never get enough.
He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Greed before, mind and body and soul, willing to walk away from everything a person could ever want just to be by his side. It's crazy, he knows; it's absolutely insane, this thing he's done, dropping his whole life in an instant to be with Greed, but isn't entirely just "in an instant," is it? It's been months, the slow buildup of what's between them, affection and desire and something harder to name.
And, well, look at him, it's like he's been sculpted out of marble. Greed's hands touch his hips and he feels electric, the kisses hike the feeling up higher, and it comes out in a laugh in reply to Greed's very witty comment; he's going to bang his head at least once before they get out of here, that's a given, but shut up.]
I can handle it!
[Can he? Doubtful, but he's eager enough to, threading his fingers into Greed's wet hair as soon as he's down on his knees. His own bangs have stuck to the side of his face already, all of his hair slicked down over his shoulders, a mess, maybe Greed can humor him and wash the paint out of it later—
Or not a single thought at all but the buzz of excitement coursing through him, cool water and hot mouth, and even biting down hard on his lip does a poor job of muffling the moan that draws out of him, already needy for more. He's been teased nonstop for weeks and thinking about it for longer, Greed is definitely at least two-thirds responsible for Ling rocking his hips shamelessly into his mouth pretty much as soon as possible.]
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Look, everyone has hobbies. Ling's is watching Greed, and he's certain he'll never get enough.
He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Greed before, mind and body and soul, willing to walk away from everything a person could ever want just to be by his side. It's crazy, he knows; it's absolutely insane, this thing he's done, dropping his whole life in an instant to be with Greed, but isn't entirely just "in an instant," is it? It's been months, the slow buildup of what's between them, affection and desire and something harder to name.
And, well, look at him, it's like he's been sculpted out of marble. Greed's hands touch his hips and he feels electric, the kisses hike the feeling up higher, and it comes out in a laugh in reply to Greed's very witty comment; he's going to bang his head at least once before they get out of here, that's a given, but shut up.]
I can handle it!
[Can he? Doubtful, but he's eager enough to, threading his fingers into Greed's wet hair as soon as he's down on his knees. His own bangs have stuck to the side of his face already, all of his hair slicked down over his shoulders, a mess, maybe Greed can humor him and wash the paint out of it later—
Or not a single thought at all but the buzz of excitement coursing through him, cool water and hot mouth, and even biting down hard on his lip does a poor job of muffling the moan that draws out of him, already needy for more. He's been teased nonstop for weeks and thinking about it for longer, Greed is definitely at least two-thirds responsible for Ling rocking his hips shamelessly into his mouth pretty much as soon as possible.]