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With money? Not really. You think because I got paint in my hair and you made me move the same stack of tiles four times [slave driver] I'm going to run away?

[That's the real million-dollar question, isn't it, whether Ling is having second thoughts. Most people could just ask that, without making it a whole circular thing, but Ling is used to Greed's inability to face his emotions head-on by now.

You can't break up with me and go home three months down, he'd said. It sounded like an insecurity then, and it is one now, only a week later.

But Ling wants him to answer the question, so. He'll wait.]

I think this is a hell of a shitty life sometimes, and you're not used to this kinda thing.

[Which isn't to say Ling never went through hardships of his own, but they also didn't end with crashing on a lumpy couch in an apartment with no AC and a laundry mat that's five blocks away.]

And it's easier to agree to this kind of life when you don't know what it means.

[Ling reaches up and pokes him in the cheek. Stop, first of all. Just hush.]

I think I'm figuring it out. I'm not going to leave you because it's shitty sometimes.

[He scowls right back down at him. Don't poke him?]

Why?

[It's a snappish, automatic little response, more prompted by that poke than anything. He doesn't mean it to come out the way it does, but there it is nonetheless.]

I just mean-- this isn't exactly a great life.

[Ling shrugs, moving to cup his cheek instead of poking him again. He's not going to wax poetic about how terrible it really is to be rich and well-provided for, he's not that much of an oblivious moron (anymore, maybe six months ago, not now), but - well, so what? Greed already knows his family isn't worth it, and the money is good, sure... but.]

It has you. I can't complain about that.

[Cupping his cheek has far better results. Greed's mouth is still twisted, but at least he relaxes into that touch.]

Just don't change your mind a few months, huh?

[It's said like a joke.]

[Could they have done this at any point besides when Ling is more tired and gross than he's ever been... Greed is lucky he likes him so much.]

Don't look at me like that. [All tragic and not joking at all, he can't take it.] I won't.

[He doesn't think Ling is lying, but it's still hard to believe him. But the kid's right; he needs to stop sulking. It's been a week and he's still here, and that's worth a lot. It's gonna take a lot longer for him to believe Ling's truly here to stay, but-- well, it'll take time, that's all. Belaboring the point right now won't solve it.

So he flashes him a quick grin, shoving away his emotions once more.]

Yeah. All right.

[He leans down, kissing his sweaty, sweaty boyfriend very lightly against his forehead. And then:]

Hey. Come take a shower with me.

[Okay, shoving away his emotions isn't the point, but Ling will take what he can get right now. Later, another day, when it's not so hot and he isn't so tired and things are more stable, at least - then they can really talk. Maybe by then Greed won't be so afraid Ling will leave him, too! One can hope.

A shower sounds like the greatest thing in the world, and his face lights up accordingly. Ooh, babe, you always know just what to say!!]

Carry me. [pleeeeease]

You're so needy . . .

[Hark at who's talking. But no, no, he's bitching just to bitch; with an exaggerated groan he puts his arms beneath Ling's ass, hoisting him up and getting to his feet. Give a small apartment this: at least the trip to the bathroom is super short.

It's not really all that great in there. Tiny, yeah, just like everything else in this apartment, but whatever! Sexy showering! It'll probably be fine! Frankly, he thinks Ling is so eager to fuck that he'd be happy even if he ended up slipping and spraining his ankle a fifth time.]

Down . . .

[He'll get Ling down even if he has to pry him off. He has to start the shower, after all (cool to start, not exactly cold but it's a gross summer day)-- and then, way more fun, gets to undress Ling himself.]

Lift up your arms.

[The bathroom is cramped and in desperate need of new... everything, basically, but Ling is decidedly not very picky about this as opposed to, say, the alley behind the old bar. This is private! And cleaner! And he's so eager that it does take longer than necessary to pry him off; he's practically bouncing on his toes while he waits for Greed to start the shower.

This energy comes from thirst and it will expire before long, get it while it's hot. He lifts his arms obediently, but not patiently. So that's how this is going to go.]

Don't take all day. [it has been thirty seconds.]

What did I say about talking back?

[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.]

Tell me what you want.

[He can't help it, talking back is in his nature. Greed taking his sweet time is nothing new, he's done it for ages now, but the anticipation is cranked up to eleven now that this is actually happening, so of course - Ling is eager already, reaching for Greed with both hands and lacing his fingers over the back of his neck.]

First? [There are so many options! How is he supposed to choose! Give him a moment to look thoughtful before he comes up with the predictable,] You.

[Ha ha, anyway,] But down on your knees, since you're asking.

[He'd opened his mouth to retort to that sarcastic little answer-- no shit, really, I was gonna grab Roa to sub in-- but what Ling says next is way better. A proper grin flashes over his face, and his fingers suddenly pick up the pace, yanking at the zipper and pushing his jeans low on his hips.]

If you insist.

[He takes a step back, tugging at his own trousers, letting them drop to the floor with absolutely no shame. And yeah, Ling's seen him without pants before, but never entirely naked, so . . . here he is, admire him, love him, he is very proud of his body.]

Get in the shower.

[If there was any doubt that Ling's gaze would drop immediately down, dispel it now, because of course the first thing Ling does is admire his dick. And as the thirstiest boyfriend alive, he is thrilled. Very nice, very good, turn around so he can admire that ass while he wiggles the rest of the way out of his own clothes.]

I'm not tired anymore, are you?

[Hah... give him time. For now he abandons his pants and gets into the shower, looking pleased all over again about how cool the water is, this time.]

Not much.

[Ling is absolutely going to collapse after this first round, but that's all right. One round is all Greed really wants right now anyway. He turns, and oh, but isn't he stunning? It's stupid that his breath leaves him in one fell swoop; he isn't some virgin, inexperienced in the ways of the world. He's had his fair share (and then some) of men and women, and in that respect, no, Ling isn't anything particularly out of the ordinary.

But Ling is different. Ling is always different. That's his Ling right there, the man with more of a claim on Greed than anyone else has ever had before. There's the boy who threw away his life just for the chance to be near him, grinning and dripping wet already, decidedly eager as he all but shakes from excitement.

Oh, and something in his heart sings at the sight.

Something else in him, something baser and more filthy, reacts too, and Greed grins as he steps forward. Look at him, all tan skin and long legs, slender frame and noticeable muscles, oh, oh, but he wants to put his mouth on every inch of him . . .

But he can start in a few places in particular.

The shower's water is cool, a balm in this melting heat, and Greed groans as he steps into the shower and lets it cascade down his body. His hair sticks to his forehead, and with a little huff he shoves it back. But more important is the boy in front of him, and within a moment he's taken both his hips, squeezing gently and pushing him back against the wall.

A kiss to his neck, softer than perhaps Ling was expecting. And another, a little lower, nipping at the jut of his collarbone, and another, right on his hip, as Greed gets to his knees before him.]

Don't get too excited and break your neck.

[A teasing word of warning before he drags his lips down, following the line of his hips and then down, til wet heat is sliding down the length of his cock, over the head, and with a groan he opens his mouth, hello, he's been waiting to do this for half a year.]

[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.]

[Oh, Christ, but that's good. That's fantastic, and he hums happily, his lips buzzing pleasantly as he tips his head up and lets Ling do the majority of the work. He loves this, he really does, he loves the way Ling feels in his mouth, heavy and hot, stuttering and clumsy in his haste as he fucks his mouth (and how there's no shame at all, no hesitance or fear, how he just takes what he wants, oh, that's hot). Those noises, too, are worth everything, and Greed groans to hear them: little whimpers and moans that he's fantasized about for weeks now, but those fantasies don't begin to compare to the real thing.

And his face . . . Greed's eyes are turned up, memorizing every little flicker in Ling's expression.

But oh, wait, he can't settle too quickly, can he? Not when his boy is doing something so foolish as trying to muffle himself. Within a moment he's grabbed Ling's hips, slamming him back against the shower wall so he can tip his head back and grin unapologetically up at him.]

Don't muffle yourself, sweet. We're the only two here.

[It's not that he's embarrassed of the sounds he makes, especially here, with no one around to hear them, but it's something automatic to bite his lip rather than cry out. He doesn't think anything of it! Which is why when Greed grabs his hips again and shoves him back, and the press of his fingers into Ling's skin is no longer quite so exciting when he's denying him like this, and Ling has to blink water out of his eyes and look down at him in surprise—

Well, that's it, really - what's the problem? He whines again to be separated from him, frustrated.

If it weren't for how good Greed looks on his knees, hair slicked back and dripping wet, eyes dark and wanting, Ling would be annoyed with him for being such a goddamn tease. Instead he just looks down at him, lips parted and breathing slow. He's waited a long time for this, and now- as he watches a single drop of water slide down the side of Greed's neck, past his shoulder, down over the muscles of his chest and then roll off the sharp angle of his hip, god, he's completely distracted from Greed's request. There was a request. Right.

He swallows and flicks his gaze back to Greed's face, smiling at him. Make a little more noise? Okay.]

What am I supposed to do when you stop? [Fingers curled in his hair, tugging, nudging him forward again.] Come back here.

[He's got a tiny bit of shame left, so please, allow him to lose it completely.]

Tell me to do something again and I'll make you beg for it.

[A threat or a seductive promise? Perhaps both, as his voice dips low and his eyes go hooded. There's no anger in his gaze, though-- just lust, blazing and bright, as his thumb dig into that hollow space just above his hips.

Ling's just muscled enough to get Greed to come forward involuntarily, and there's a low groan, unashamed and undisguised, just for that. It's not that he doesn't like his partners slender and pliant, but at the same time, fuck, it's hot as hell that Ling really can push him around if he wants. And far be it for him to argue-- that warning given, he moves with his prompting, moaning as he takes him into his mouth once more. His hands release his hips, instead planting themselves on either side of him, bracing against the wall.

He'll bob his head if he needs to, but on the other hand, shit, but he wants to see the kid really let loose and fuck his mouth.]

You like both of those options.

[Surely, if he's getting that look that sends a jolt down his spine, he's doing something right. He's warm despite the cool water, or perhaps because of it - he'd be on fire otherwise, every part of him aflame from everything Greed does, pressure and groaning around him like that, god—

He's not trying to muffle himself anymore, he's following directions, pushing his hips forward slowly with a low moan. Eager as he is and as long as he's waited for this, he still can put in the minimal effort to savor every second of this. It's something sentimental, to be sure, of course it is with Ling, but there's just as much desire in his gaze as he looks down, memorizing the way Greed looks with Ling's cock filling his mouth.

Very nice, but rather than hurry the movement of his hips he tugs Greed's hair again, bobbing his head forward for him. It's... multitasking.]

[It's something, anyway, but fortunately Greed seems to be enjoying it. One hand darts down, fingers wrapping tight around himself, hips rolling forward lazily. He's not going to get himself off (he better not get himself off; Ling better not tap out once he comes), but there's no harm in taking the edge off.

Greed groans as he bobs his head (or at least gets his head yanked forward, whichever), feeling a twist of something in the center of his chest as their eyes meet. It's not lust, it's nothing to do with all those moans slipping past his boy's lips, it's the fact that this is Ling's first time and that he trusted Greed with it, that he's so clearly enjoying himself, it all makes him feel like--

No. No, he's not gonna think about that right now. Instead, he darts forward, swallowing once, twice, moaning in satisfaction as his prick slides down his throat.]

[It's definitely multitasking, no denying it. Ling looses one of his hands from Greed's hair to cup his cheek instead, smoothing his thumb over his cheekbone and giving him the most adoring look a guy can give somebody mid-blowjob, genuine emotion showing through the fact that he's very much enjoying himself. Later he'll tell Greed he's the best lay he's ever had and watch his face do that thing it does when Ling compliments him in stupid ways, it will be excellent.

Then he gets too excited, rocking his hips more eagerly and bonking his head directly into the wall behind him with a startled "ouch." He's fine, he's good, but the already stuttering rhythm of his hips gets even more erratic for a couple seconds there... This is the boy Greed chose, the boy who gets too excited about fucking and hurts himself.]

We need- [nnn--] we need a bigger shower.

[It's a miracle he doesn't laugh, but there's an awful little moment of exhalation that's probably a snicker. Do you know how hard it is to stop yourself from laughing when you've got a dick in your mouth? He's a champion. He should get an award.

Instead: a hummed agreement, a long mmhmm that's as much about making his mouth vibrate as it is agreeing with Ling. He's got a way better setup in his apartment, and shit, he'll have to fuck him in that shower once they get back there.

But that's for later. For now: Ling surely doesn't have that much longer to go, excitable thing that he is, and Greed renews his efforts, his eyes finally closing. He grips Ling's hip, tugging him forward and back, urging him into a quick, snapping rhythm.]

[His award will be getting to stick his dick in Ling in one place or another in a few minutes, but thanks babe for not stopping entirely to laugh at him. Ling rubs the back of his own head briefly, taking stock of the idiot bump he'll have there for days now, which he completely forgets about when Greed hums around his cock.

Okay, okay, he's paying attention— his mind is in the right place again, and that place is not smashing his head into cheap tile. Ling laughs, a sudden abrupt peal of giggles that trail off into a whine as he works up to this much faster, less clumsy rhythm. He's tried to go slowly and pace himself, but all that's done is crank his desperation higher when he finally gives in and fucks Greed's mouth with zero shame and almost reckless abandon.

Greed apparently has, like, no gag reflex? Ling is blessed. It's a miracle he doesn't lose his footing next, when the world shrinks down to just the two of them in this shower and so much of it is slick heat and pressure. Ling doesn't think to give a warning before he finishes with a shudder that courses through his whole body, and then he might wobble— please don't let him crack his skull open.]

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