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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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[moochobliged]

[Oh, she probably has a dissertation on him by now. She'll be happy to share! Maybe. Ling squeezes his hand.]

Of course. Should I not?

[cupiditates]

Mm. Maybe not. We're not running that kind of club-- at least, not right now. You can put our names, though. Sign it like you're the co-owner.

[He kind of is. Fiscally, anyway, if not legally.]

[moochobliged]

[Yeah he like, actually is funding most of this, thanks for remembering.]

Even in the blacklight paint?

[cupiditates]

Well, you gotta think about what kinda vibe we want for this place. Lovi--

[HA HA WAIT FUCK NO--]

Just-- just, you know, hearts all over the place, it doesn't exactly scream cool, you know? Nobody's gonna want to go to a nightclub that promotes love. That's not what nightclubs are for.

[moochobliged]

[Babe!!! He loves you!! Let him draw dopey hearts everywhere!!]

It could be. [hmm.....] I'll paint one on you, then.

[Not in a sexy way, though, just on his arm or something.]

[cupiditates]

Yeah, all right.

[Definitely in a sexy way. Is there such a thing as edible paint? Probably. He'll look it up.

And he reaches for the Chinese food, grabbing the box and passing it down.]

You could draw a lot on me, actually.

[moochobliged]

[Give him a pen and five minutes, he'll make it un-sexy. But ah, he's so loved, being fed... under the table. He continues to make no move to actually get up.]

That's true! I'd have plenty of room. [he's.... large.]

[cupiditates]

So finish eating and come draw on me.

[With . . . he glances around. Do they have anything sexy? Syrup? Whipped cream? Talk about kinks Ling would love; he's pretty sure the whole thing would be done in about thirty seconds, but still.

Anyway! Even if all he can find is a pen, it'd still be cute to have Ling draw on him. Probably.]

[moochobliged]

[Sex syrup only, breakfast syrup he would just drink and fall asleep. Maybe.

But sure, he'll inelegantly shove the last of his food in his face and move to crawl out from under the table and get to his feet. He's here... and chewing, give him a second--]

Okay, let's go! I'm surprised you don't have more tattoos already...

[Get a Ling Drawing(tm) tattooed on, that's true love.]

[cupiditates]

Not my style, mostly.

[Beyond the one on his hand, but that's different. With a little yawn he yanks at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it . . . somewhere. On the floor? Probably. He's just gonna flop belly-down on the bed, come climb on him.]

[moochobliged]

[Gladly; he will find a pen probably dropped during paperwork time before he follows Greed back to bed and climbs over him to straddle his legs and survey his... canvas. What if he just admired his back instead of drawing pictures? He runs his fingers up Greed's sides, considering. Brainstorming.]

What should I draw?

[cupiditates]

You're the artist.

[But he says it lazily, his back arching as he bites back a satisfied purr. Those light fingers up and down his sides feel wonderful, and he'd honestly be fine with nothing more than that.]

Mm. Something cool.

[moochobliged]

[Well, he'll keep doing that while he thinks about doodling. A stick figure Ling in a heart, that sounds like a great idea--]

I'll draw some flames!

[Around himself in a heart.]

[cupiditates]

Yeah, all right . . .

[He says it lazily, turning his head to nose against the pillow.]

Just on my back, though, yeah?

[moochobliged]

[Again: that's very cute and Ling loves him very much. He leans forward to ruffle his hair, then goes back to his masterpiece. The gentle scribbling is his ponytail being added...]

Why? You don't own any shirts with sleeves?

[cupiditates]

Not really, no.

[This is who you love: a man who either tears the sleeves off shirts or wears tank-tops. He shivers as his pen drags against his skin, a little pinprick that isn't quite painful to feel. But ah, that feels . . . curvy? Flames are curvy, it's fine.]

You any good at drawing?

[moochobliged]

[Look, there will be flames here. Just later, after the cute gay thing.]

Not really, no! It'll come off soon.

[cupiditates]

Oh, great, that's real assuring.

[He arches his back again, his fingers knotting against the sheets. That feels good, shit . . .]

How long can it take a guy to draw flames?

[moochobliged]

I'll scrub it for you myself. [That's sexy? There's precedent. He is drawing one side of a heart right now, sliding his other hand down to squeeze Greed's hip.]

And—I'm drawing more than one thing!

[cupiditates]

Oh--

[Oh, hello, he likes that hand, and he squirms, pushing his hip into it, smiling faintly.]

Like what? Are you drawing-- is that a heart? I said cool, Ling.

[moochobliged]

[When the man is horny on main for Bic pens... Ling squeezes more firmly, anyway.]

The rest is cool. You'll like it!

[cupiditates]

[He's horny on main for Ling, get it right. Ling getting his hands all up on his bare back is a turn-on, let him live.]

Yeah, yeah . . .

[Just keep touching him, babe.]

[moochobliged]

[After he puts the finishing touches on his heart and a few cool flames down on Greed's lower back, he tosses the pin elsewhere on the bed and skims his fingers down his spine. Hello.]

I think it looks great.

[cupiditates]

[Hello, and he arches his back, squirming pointedly, please keep doing that? Thanks. He's about three minutes away from flipping over and pinning Ling to the bed, but he wants to be sure his boyfriend's shitty work doesn't smear.]

Yeah, I bet you do. Take a picture.

[moochobliged]

[He does keep doing that, with relish. He presses his fingers into his hip and fingernails into his lower back, careful not to smudge his beautiful art.]

Oh! Okay— [Uh, wait, actually, he's like only wearing Greed's shirt--] Where is my phone?

[It's still on the bathroom floor with his pants, huh.]