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dumbshow2018-03-25 04:55 pm
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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen |
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[Oh, that's clever, see, he just quoted his words back at him, isn't that cute? His arm curls in closer, keeping him pressed against him, his fingers working a little further beneath his shirt.]
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I answered most of your questions, to be fair. You probably owe me.
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Then guess, why don't you. You're a smart guy. What do you think I'm doing to you, huh?
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Teasing me for what I said last time. Don't lie.
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I don't lie. It's a point of pride.
[And then:]
So, what, you think I'm gonna pull away in a minute and yell just kidding?
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No, but I don't think teasing me is the same thing as pretending.
[Teasing and touching aren't mutually exclusive!]
Don't you ever multitask?
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[Which answers him and doesn't answer him all at once. It's better than huh, anyway. His fingers drum against Ling's skin, and for a moment it seems as if he might shove him away, but then--]
Give smoking one more try.
[It's more relevant than it seems.]
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[Or Ling isn't very skilled in this particular flirtation, which is definitely true. He lets the issue drop, (just like his stomach, flipping over when Greed just casually mentions fucking him, have mercy--) and tilts his head to look up at him with raised eyebrows.
If anything is teasing him, it's wanting him to wheeze again—]
Just once?
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Just once.
[He pulls his arm back, holding his cigarette between his teeth. Carefully, hands calloused and hardened, he slides his fingers beneath Ling's jaw, tipping his head up.]
Open your mouth.
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Just once. He does as he's told, opening his mouth.]
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[Praise, both meant and mocking, and he inhales sharply on his cigarette. One hand leaves Ling's face, tugging the cigarette out of his lips as he ducks in and presses their mouths together.
It's a kiss, no doubt, as his tongue snakes forward and traces against his bottom lip. It's also a way to stream smoke from his lungs to Ling's in one slow exhale, a proper shotgun kiss, all heat and bruising firmness, and he keeps their mouths together, really leaning in and deepening it towards the end.
It doesn't last forever. Half a minute, maybe, if that, and then he's pulling back, a smirk on his face. So there.]
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He's kissed a few people before but none of them were like this, no shyness, no darting in and out quick like it's too dangerous to admit doing. Greed kisses like he means it, and Ling would probably be weak in the knees if he were still on his feet. He slides his hand up Greed's side to just beneath his shoulder, gripping his shirt there.
With smoke in his lungs and Greed practically enveloping him the best he can do is try to keep up, but he's still flushed and a little out of breath when Greed pulls back. And- a little cough, smoky, while he runs his thumb over his lower lip. Okay then.]
Okay, okay, that one was better.
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[H keeps Ling's face in his hand, his gaze hungry as it darts over his face. He wants very much to kiss him again; to lean in and drag him on his lap and consume him, kiss him until he's breathless, touch him until he's wailing and begging Greed for more, but--
Mm. Better to let his imagination work for a while. He leans in, nipping at his bottom lip again, before pulling away entirely.]
Break's over, kiddo.
[Is it, or is that just a way for him to dismiss Ling?]
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Too bad he's being cut off, which definitely is a cool bar joke he could make, but instead—]
Now that you've kissed me, you should give me your number.
[He's got Texts to Send, big guy.]
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[But he doesn't seem displeased. He shoves his fingers through Ling's hair one last time before hoisting himself to his feet, his stupid pointed shoes clinking against the pavement of the roof as he does.]
Go see if you can get it out of someone.
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That just takes longer!
[Said with a huff, leaning back against the bricks and watching Greed from down here where he is.]
Besides, I was going to stay up here for a little while.
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[He laughs like the asshole he is, nudging Ling lightly with one boot.]
Stay up here if you want. I got a job to get back to.
[A beat, and then:]
If you can't even find out my number, you're not gonna do great when it comes to finding out shit that'll elevate your family. Besides . . . how bad do you want it?
[It being the d, but also maybe Greed himself.]
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Pretty bad! [No time for pretending otherwise!!] But if you're worried I'll give up, you could just tell me now.
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[Nah, he's not worried that he'll give up. He just likes drawing this out, that's all; he likes making him work for it. But that's that; he throws his cigarette out, steps on it, just leaves it there like a piece of shit, and heads back downstairs. Ling really is free to stay up there for as long as he'd like, though Roa will come loom at him once two AM hits.
And because he is not stupid, he makes Bido do inventory for a while, just so Ling can't pressure him. Be innovative, trust fund baby, he believes in you. Send him a dick pic or something though, jesus, not a fucking meme.]
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He does spend a while longer up on the roof—to get some air or something, it isn't entirely thanks to Greed that he wants to linger up here and feel the breeze. And he can't just go back down the stairs like a normal person either, instead finding the gutter drain and shimmying down until he can hop off into that alley and probably startle a young couple just trying to enjoy some back alley head... it's a whole thing.
However he winds up getting Greed's number in the end is a mystery for the ages - he probably had to pick a lock and crawl in through a window and give Bido a heart attack, but no matter. It's most definitely late when, from the comfort of his own home, he sends Greed a line of fire emojis and a couple 100s. Then a selfie, looking pleased with himself.
It's not a meme.]
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It's vaguely incomprehensible, beyond a general message of smugness, but at least the picture is nice. Expensive, boy, look at that room behind him, that's the room of a guy who never has to worry about anything if he doesn't want to, and Greed whistles softly to himself. His own room isn't so shabby, frankly, but Ling has him beat.]
told you you could do it.
its pretty late. sure you should be awake on a school night?
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Anyway. Greed!!]
you're not the boss of me! it's okay to admit you want to talk to me.
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[JUST SAYING ... no he just wants to avoid admitting that he wants to talk to Ling, hm.]
/Do/ you even go to school?
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i graduated! now i do pretty much what you already know.
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Which is going to parties and sneaking off to hang out at seedy bars. Hard life you live, huh?
how'd you end up getting this number anyway?
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this is my worst tag ever
im making those icon keywords
damn it
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thanks moana
hey don't
you're welcome
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