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[The crackers, he catches, and sets about finding out just how stale they are. Gross! But edible, and he's going to put up with it the way he puts up with almost-expired cherries.]

Well, somebody must think he has a wonderful personality.

[cuz he ugly as shit. Meanwhile, this boy climbing all over the counters is miles away from polished bartender Greed, Ling is endeared. It's sickening.]

[Ling, babe, you gotta raise your standards. But give home!Greed this: he offers smiles (not grins, but smiles, amused and endeared) way more easily than bar!Greed.]

Either that or he's the only option around. Girls get pretty desperate after a while.

[What the fuck are you talking about, Greed, just stop . . . saying things.]

You really gonna pay my cat all the attention tonight.

[Greed... what are you even saying. Ling looks at him as he eats another stale cracker (whole, for the record, he is shoving these into his mouth whole because he is repulsive in his own way), turning to sit cross-legged on the floor... but facing Greed, now.

Go ahead, be needy, he's intrigued.]

I thought he was the jealous one.

I'm not jealous, I'm staring at your ass wondering why you're not letting me grab it.

[He's jealous.]

[He's so jealous. Ling would put this cat in his lap if he didn't think it would bite him, alas.]

I'm eating my crackers!

You can eat crackers and get felt up. C'mere.

[It is, actually, an order, and he beckons his finger. C'mere.]

[Ooh, so demanding. Ling sighs around his latest whole saltine, getting up and bringing the box over to stand in front of Greed.

Hey. He's here. Cracker??]

[Disgusting. He gives him a flat look, then takes him by the shoulders and spins him around, throwing one arm around his shoulders and yanking him in close. His other hand tucks into his back pocket, less to grope and more simply to feel. His chin rests on his shoulder, and there, that's much better.]

Was that so hard?

[He tips his head, mouthing at the crook of his neck.]

Hmm?

[Ling's overall response to this is... to eat another cracker, crunching it extra loudly, for emphasis. Don't get him wrong, he loves the attention, settling back into Greed's pseudo-embrace quite comfortably!

Luckily, there are only a few crackers left in the box.]

In my defense, you climbed up on the kitchen counter and started throwing snacks at me. Talk about mixed messages...

You were blushing when I touched your neck. You're so jaded already?

[His fingers curl, groping him lightly, as he drags his teeth against his neck. It's . . . not quite as sexy when your not-boyfriend is eating stale crackers, but he'll get him there.]

[Greed opened this door, he has to live with the consequences and also crumbs. Ling's insatiable cracker devouring is paused, at least, while he tilts his head to appreciate teeth against skin.]

Hey now, when you throw beef jerky at me, yes.

That's a pity.

[Teeth dragging against skin, his hand pulling out of his pocket to sneak around the front and slip beneath Ling's shirt. Calloused fingers skitter up his stomach, tracing lightly against him, and oh, hello, he'd expected softness, not clearly defined muscles. That's . . . odd, and surprising, and they're definitely going to come back to that, but not just yet.]

I was kind of looking forward to you going all wild beneath me the first time I fucked you on that bed. Tied you to a bed, maybe, keep your legs open for me-- or shit, Ling, just here. I've thought about bending you over a counter from the moment you walked in, you know that?

[local boyfriend actually already 40% twunk, sources say]

Walked in here, or at the bar?

[How far back does this need to fuck him go, he wonders-- And he's all out of crackers now, so that's the box dropped at his feet for Envy to get angry at later. Ling reaches up and back, interlocking his fingers behind Greed's neck now that he's paying attention. It makes his shirt ride up in front, helpfully.]

I don't really know what I'm doing, so...

No shit.

[He doesn't know what he's doing, but that's kind of the appeal. It'll morph into a different kind of appeal once he figures out how to work that body to his full advantage, but for now, Greed's going to enjoy what he's got.

Besides. There's a hideous sort of pleasure in being his first. Taking all of him, consuming him, ensuring that no matter what, Ling will always remember him.]

So . . . what? You asking for a lesson?

[Ah, how convenient, look at all this bare stomach for him to feel up . . . eventually he'll hoist his shirt up even farther, but one thing at a time. Sometimes it's nice to go slow.]

I have to ask?

[Whenever they get to it, it's going to be a lesson of some kind or another. As far as Ling is concerned it's an inevitability, which is its own kind of thrill despite being a foregone conclusion. Just the thought that sooner or later Greed is going to take him to bed (or, he supposes, kitchen counter, whatever) is enough for the time being.

So he's having Greed dress up for fancy dates and feel him up in his kitchen to torture himself, apparently.]

Now you do.

[Mostly because he likes being a bully, not to mention he wants to hear him say it. Say anything filthy, really, it'd be nice to hear that articulated tone pronouncing something hideous.

Languidly, surprisingly gracefully, his legs uncurl, framing Ling between them. His head tips up, nosing at his neck, the back of his ear, babe, come on.]

[Now Greed wants him, certified inexperienced virgin, to talk dirty. What is he supposed to say? Just say "dick" half a dozen times? He leans back into him, dropping one hand to slide over Greed's thigh at his side.

Hmm!]

Well, I can show you how flexible I am. Is that anything?

[Like, actually though, he will do a split if asked.]

[He barks out a laugh, because-- seriously, that's what he comes up with? Greed was expecting something more like oh, please, teach me how to use my mouth, I've never done it before, y'know, because that's how Ling talks.

It's kind of mean that he laughs, and he yanks him in closer, ensuring he won't wiggle away or something.]

Shit, why not? Go on, show me how you do.

[Greed... babe??]

How am I supposed to if you won't let go of me...? Clingy!

[He'll try anyway, since the only thing he can't do is cartwheel away from here, or whatever. It will take a little pulling against Greed's arm around him, just enough to reach down and grab his own foot so he can stretch that leg straight up over his head. Tada!! Thanks for holding him upright so he doesn't have to worry about balance.]

This is a lot harder with you grabbing me, actually.

Yeah, but you did it.

[So clearly it's fine, stop complaining. Still, though, he is impressed; that's more than he can do, and bodes well for . . . a lot of things, honestly, some of them in the bedroom and some of them out.]

Besides: it's way more impressive this way. And it is impressive.

[Real praise! Said as he slides his hand higher, hoisting his shirt up properly.]

Where'd you learn to do that?

[Ughh, but it's annoying... He hums, satisfied, before dropping his leg back down. That's his point proven, thanks for the praise.]

I... am self-taught! [of course] And Lan Fan helped a few times.

[And because this shirt was pressed before he came out tonight, he starts unbuttoning it now that Greed is wrinkling it. Please.]

[Someday, there will be a shirt that gets torn through, and Ling will be really mad. But for today, he allows that, pulling his hand back and withdrawing just enough to let Ling unbutton his shirt. He's quick to pulling it off his shoulders the moment he's able, but rather than lean back in, he draws back.]

Turn around.

[Be careful with that shirt, he only brought the one to go home in. He does as he's told, anyway, pivoting in place to face Greed.]

So?

[He's being judged on his physique, right? That seems like a Greed thing to do.]

[Less judged (a little judged) and more simply inspected. It's been six months Ling's been coming to his bar, which means it's been five months and three weeks since he's wondered what Ling looked like beneath all those fancy clothes.

He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, grinning faintly as his eyes slide down his body. It's a nice body, way more muscled than he thought it'd be, but not overwhelmingly so. But defined, his arms nicely shaped, his torso long and his gaze more confident than Greed suspects he truly is.

He finally meets his eyes again.]

So . . . definitely worth the wait.

[Inspected, sure, whatever he wants to call it. Ling is confident, not minding at all the way Greed looks him up and down (honestly, can he stop wearing shirts? This is much more comfy), but he's got the plucky confidence of someone who's never really been taken down a peg. These abs aren't for show, but he breaks out of his own bedroom more than he does anything serious.

So... work in progress.

He reaches up to drape his arms over Greed's shoulders again, stepping closer in what little space he still has.]

Are you just trying to make me feel special? I won't complain if you are.

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thanks moana

hey don't

you're welcome

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