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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.]

[Fucking hell, but that's hot. That's more than enough to earn a moan, entirely involuntary, as heavy heat fills him again and again and his mouth is forced open wide. Wet little noises leave him, obscene and half-heard under the shower, as his hand works faster and he tries like hell to memorize this moment.

It doesn't last too long, of course, but that's all right, because what happens next is absolutely worth it. And shit, he might have disappointed Ling with his lack of a sex dungeon home, but at least he can wow him right now. Absolutely no gag reflex (because he has, frankly, sucked a lot of dick over the past few years), an incredible instinct to swallow (way more vital than it sounds; he wonders if Ling realizes how amazing it is he hadn't just gagged and spat it out, thanks for that warning babe), and on top of it all, the foresight to grab onto his boyfriend's hips and keep him upright as he wobbles around.

Mmm. He'd be proud in any circumstance, of course, because it's always good to get people to finish, but he's glowing with it right now. Ling looks dazed in the best possible way, all hazy eyes and dopey smile, and fuck if it isn't hot . . . he wants desperately to kiss him, to carry him to the bed and kiss him until he's begging for air, but he limits himself to a stray kiss on his hip instead.]

Easy, easy--

[Muttered with a hint of a laugh, as teeth flash and he nips at the bare skin before him, unable to keep his mouth off Ling for more than a few seconds.]

Good?

[He'll get better at things like giving a heads up before he comes, surely— he's definitely a work in progress, weak-kneed and looking at Greed like he's the best thing in the world in this exact moment. Holding him up and kissing his hips is so sweet and doesn't help his desire to collapse bonelessly on Greed at all. Greed could take care of him just like this forever, he thinks, and he'd be satisfied...

He's holding onto Greed's shoulders for balance and takes the opportunity to rake his fingers through his hair again, adoringly. Ah, this man, he really... will think about it later, as the urge to touch Greed all over surges back to the forefront of his thoughts as he regains some steadiness. Yeah, nice—]

Great, [and also, importantly,] Your turn.

Yeah, yeah-- take a minute, kiddo, c'mere.

[Kneeling on the tub? Why not? Nah, he gets to his feet, leaning in to lightly pin Ling against the shower wall. It's not that he doesn't want to get off-- boy, does he ever, and Ling will feel exactly how much-- but he's also not so needy he'll demand to be tended to right away.

. . . because it wouldn't be as good, or something, that's his excuse. Whatever. He bumps their noses together, lightly nuzzling against him, hands running over his torso.]

Breathe, yeah?

[Oh, that's nice— Ling loves that, actually, sated and happy and a little less boneless now, but still enough to appreciate the support. It's just as cute and sentimental as kissing his hips, although there can be no denying it: he's hyper-aware of and very excited by just how aroused Greed is, thirsty as he is.

So he's loving the nuzzling and tips his head back into it, smiling, while his hands skim down over Greed's hips and settle firmly on his ass, pulling him in closer. Let him thirst.]

I'm taking a minute!

[A minute for that ass. Love him.]

[Oh, well, that's just fantastic, and while he'd wanted to be an attentive boyfriend, he's also only human. It's beyond him not to arch his back and push into that, a satisfied sort of groan sounding in his throat. And once he gives into that, well, it seems impossible not to keep going. His mouth moves, dragging against his jawline, his neck, heated kisses and intent little bites, teeth flashing as his tongue slides teasingly against the lines of his neck, as much about exploring as claiming.]

Most people usually rest after their first time, you know--

[It's a teasing growl, his voice lower than before, as he rocks his hips forward and grinds up against him. His hands drag over him, soothing touch replaced by something more intent, calloused fingers memorizing every inch of smooth skin. His hips grind forward again, harsh and demanding, as he bites down hard, intent on leaving a hell of a bruise.]

[That's better— they can rest up and soothe each other later, when they're both satisfied, when Ling's whole body isn't craving Greed's heat pressed against him. He's fine, he's good, but there's something to be said for pleasing someone else, and so he slides his hips forward in time with Greed's. The hard bite makes him gasp, and he'll be marked all to hell come tomorrow, but that doesn't matter now and probably won't later, either. He's already Greed's in every sense of the word; this is just showing it.]

I told you, I'm not tired.

[He will be soon, but he's got energy left yet to get Greed off. One hand slips down between Greed's legs to press up against him; sure, Greed can rub against his stomach as much as he wants, but he does have all of Ling to choose from, as it were.]

[He might point out Ling whined about being tired not an hour ago, but that seems both pedantic and stupid. Much better to rake his fingers through Ling's hair and yank his head to the side, all the better to bite up higher on his neck. He's going to be a bitten and bruised mess when they're done, claimed in every which way, and that suits Greed just fine.

This is mine, petty and base, an animalistic instinct that he has no qualms about feeding. Mine this is mine, a bruise just beneath his jaw, his tongue only belatedly dragging against his skin to soothe the sting there.

His hand is more than enough, truth be told. Tight fingers wrapping around him, and he rocks his hips forward, his next exhale unsteady. But--]

So get on your knees.

[Oh, he'll fall asleep in minutes when he's dry and dressed and curled up in bed, and Greed can give him as many I-told-you-sos as he wants. It's Greed keeping him awake, anyway, with teeth bruising skin and the sting of his hair being pulled, a little dizzying so soon after he's finished but nice, for now—]

Okay, okay— [That's easier than standing, and he nudges Greed back enough to make space for him to drop to his knees while giving him a few quick strokes with his hand. Once again he doesn't hesitate, looking up at Greed with a flash of a grin and a little eyebrow wiggle before he leans forward eagerly to wrap his lips around the head of his cock.

Ling has a gag reflex, please be mindful, thanks in advance.]

[Oh, damn it, Ling-- he doesn't want to laugh while he's getting his dick sucked, and yet here he is, because his boyfriend is ridiculous and endearing and somehow incredibly sexy while still being an absolute idiot.

He's mindful (at least for the moment) of Ling's absolute inexperience, which is why he grips his hair tightly instead of thrusting his hips forward. It's an effort, frankly; it's all he can do not to delight himself by forcing that pretty mouth to open wide, but they've got the rest of their lives to indulge in that.

Instead: he groans, his head tipping back, his eyes hooded as he watches him.]

Watch your teeth--

[He's thrilled by anything Greed does, to be quite honest, and that includes laughing at his first time blowjob efforts. He hums, an affirmative that he's not going to bite any dicks, he's not so inexperienced that he'd do something that stupid. It's a hum thats appreciating the hand in his hair, too, and he bobs his head forward, taking more of Greed into his mouth. His hand makes up for the rest with tight strokes to match the pace of his mouth, at least for now.

Just think, he could be giving a thumbs up with that hand instead of this. He's doing well, looking up at Greed and groaning in pleasure at the weight of him in his mouth. He can't make a goofy face while sucking dick, at least— Greed is spared that, with Ling being as eager as he is.]

There you go-- use your tongue, yeah? Like that--

[Breathless instructions from a man who is trying so hard not to thrust forward . . . but though he's truly eager to feel Ling obey those instructions, it isn't as if he's unaffected now. It's very hard to make a blowjob go wrong; it's heat and wetness and all that tight pressure, so he's doing just fine now, thanks. He hasn't gotten off in about three months, so he's not really going to last much longer than Ling had, a fact that might embarrass him if he wasn't so distracted.]

Pretty thing, you look so good . . .

[Because he does. Because he's got a mouth that looks just perfect wrapped around Greed's prick, because he's flushed and enthusiastic and clumsy, because each pass of his head is better than the last, accompanied by unashamed moans and panted out compliments. There's noises from outside, someone's home, but he honestly couldn't care less right now.]

[Greed being breathless and already on his last vestiges of self control make Ling's head spin and he groans around him again, eyes fluttering closed as he presses forward further, taking in just that much more length and dragging his tongue along the underside obediently when he pulls languidly away. He's no seasoned veteran of sucking dick but he's not so eager that he's going to make himself choke, so it's going as well as it possibly can; he definitely feels sexy and seductive when Greed murmurs those breathless compliments to him. Is he much dweebier than he feels? Sure, but whatever—

Someone is home, sure, whatever— they don't need the shower and Ling doesn't need to stop, squeezing Greed's ass with his other hand to pull his hips in closer. It isn't as if the others haven't assumed the two of them were fucking like rabbits this whole time, since the moment Ling first showed up and Greed immediately hauled him off into the bedroom, so there— Ling is too wrapped up in the noises Greed makes because of him to care if someone else is hearing them.]

Oh, fuck--

[That's for that move with his tongue, obscenely unfair given how this is his first time. Obscenely attractive, too; it's not that he has a virginity kink, exactly, but there's something hot about the clash of cheerful innocence and fierce sexuality that makes him groan. He can't help but buck his hips once or twice, stuttering little things that come as Ling yanks him closer.

For all his earlier care, he forgets to give a warning, but on the other hand, he doesn't actually come in his mouth at all: instead, he rakes his fingers through his hair and grips tight, tipping his head back and freeing his mouth. His other hand wraps around his prick, and one, two strokes are all he needs before he's finishing on Ling's face.

. . . which probably isn't great for a person's first time, but oh, well. He looks fucking amazing like that, so it's worth whatever trouble he gets in.

[He's inexperienced, not pure as the driven snow. It's absolutely ego-boosting to get these reactions out of Greed, big and rough and a thousand times more experienced than he is, and Ling is going for it right up until Greed pulls him away. He makes a noise, caught somewhere between disappointed to be pulled back and enjoying the tight grip in his hair, and—

And Greed comes on his face, which, okay, he should have expected in those few moments in between, but somehow it still takes him by surprise. He'd be angrier if Greed finished in his fucking eye, but mercifully Ling is spared that much.]

Ah, [he says, brilliantly, and nudges Greed back a step a second time so he can use his hips to drag himself back to his feet and turn to put his face under the water. Enjoy these precious seconds before he is clean again, then he'll go back to his boundless adoration.

Actually... he would love to crawl into bed and stare at Greed for the rest of his life, but first, over his shoulder,] Want to wash my hair?

[There's still paint in it.]

[He makes a soft noise of disappointment, because he really would have loved to admire that for a while, but it's fine. There'll be other times. Maybe he'll even get to take a photo someday, that'd be a hell of a thing.

For now: he watches him with undisguised fondness as he cleans himself. He hasn't enough energy to put on a smirk when he turns around, and huffs a laugh.]

Sure.

[He has a lot of paint in his hair, and so there's a certain satisfaction to be found as he pours shampoo in his hands and threads his fingers through Ling's hair. For once, he's mercifully silent. He wants to ask after Ling, to check in and see if he's all right, but he'll let the kid talk in his own time.]

[Not until Ling finally gets his fabled dick pic, Greed. Then, maybe. For now it's hair time, and he has a lot of hair, too, and relaxes instantly under Greed's hands with a pleased little hum. Petting him and kissing him is sweet, true, but washing his hair is just as good.

Now, he definitely shouldn't be left alone with his thoughts to fill this lull in conversation. The first thing he says is fine, genuine, without any overshadow of lust:] I'm glad you let me stay with you.

[But with that out of the way!! Greed wanted to hear his fancy education voice say inappropriate things once upon a time, so here,] Your dick is huge.

[These aren't mutually exclusive terms, but he means for them to be right now. Damn, Greg!!]

[The resulting laugh is loud enough to echo off the tiles, and he tugs lightly on Ling's hair, half in teasing and half in mock scandal. He's still got his fingers soapy and knotted in Ling's hair, but he still leans down, nipping at his neck.]

That better not be a complaint.

[And then, as he worries a mark against a bit of bare skin:]

And I haven't even fucked you yet . . .

[Well, now whoever came home definitely knows they're in here, if it wasn't already obvious. Ling tuts when he's pulled again - there's only so much he can take! - but it turns into a chuckle.]

It's not! It's a compliment!

[He's only expressing his appreciation! He tilts his head to make more room for Greed to get at his skin without getting a mouthful of hair.]

I had fun! [sucking......dick. yes.]

Good.

[Murmured against wet skin, as one hand half-heartedly keeps working its way through Ling's hair, washing it.]

Because that's the least of what we're gonna do together, y'know. Especially once I get my apartment back . . . you're gonna get an education like you've never had before.

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