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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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[WHEN HE ASKS . . . but Greed finally rolls over, still beneath Ling, ignoring the entire point of Ling getting his phone in the first place.]

I mean, you can. But this view's a lot better, huh?

[Shirtless . . . hair down . . . teeth . . . not actually sharp, but whatever, he lorge, take a picture, babe, he's muscled.]

[Oh, okay, he wobbles a little but sits himself back upright again, angling his phone for the perfect hair-down-beefy-chest picture... nice... love it.]

It could be better. [Smile for him?? Or show him that dick, whatever, Ling is thirsty for both of these.]

[Excuse him? Greed actually sits up on his elbows, frowning slightly. Any picture of him is automatically a perfect picture, actually, but fine, if Ling wants something better, he'll get something better.

And then he won't get any at all.

Greed's hand lifts, fingertips brushing lightly against Ling's knee. It's a soft touch, barely there, only just felt. They trace upwards, gliding up his thigh, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, nails only occasionally scraping against skin, the barest hint of pressure given before being taken away. Up his side, teasing against his ribs, going down and counting each joint of his spine.]

So tell me what you want.

[The words are innocuous enough. But they're the same ones he'd murmured right before he'd gotten to his knees; they're said low and intent, a seduction that goes hand in hand with the way he's gliding the tips of his fingers over Ling.]

[Oh- Ling lowers his phone and inches his leg closer to Greed's hand, a soft noise escaping him when the touch leaves again. Come back here, jerk. He leans down to kiss him as he puts a hand on Greed's wrist so he'll stop being so- taunting? So rude?]

I want to take a picture of you, first.

[A real good one, that is; his other hand slides between them to tug on the hem of Greed's boxers. These have to go, whether or not this goes any further, he needs a dick pic weeks ago.]

[At least he stops his teasing, though now his hand is trapped against Ling's thigh, heavy with temptation, which might be a little worse. All he'd have to do is just slide it over a little . . .

But ah, what excellent initiative, and he lifts his hips, letting his shorts slide down to his thighs.]

And when do I get a picture like this from you, huh?

[The hand is torturous in its own way, but Ling kept it there himself, so it's torturous in a way he more or less asked for. But heavy and warm, rougher skin against the smoothness of his thigh, so very close to touching him further—

Cool, cool cool cool, he's going to take this picture now. He has to sit back just a little to get the full picture, Greed stripped and stunning, his own knees and the hem of Greed's shirt in the bottom of the frame. It's a very good picture, enough that he admires it for a second before turning the phone around to show Greed. Look babe, it's you, naked. Love it!!

As for Ling pictures--] Whenever you want! I'm free now.

[Oh, that is a good picture, and he admires it for a moment before grabbing the phone and poking around on it. It's an expensive phone, which means it takes him a few seconds to figure out what the fuck he's even doing.]

You're gonna take another of me soon.

[When he's fully hard and really tempting looking. And Ling is certainly giving him that kind of picture, though it seems as though he's going to have to get himself to that state.]

With the shirt on first, I think. Smile, sweetheart--

[He's going to take the picture before he has a chance to, because Ling looks lovely all flushed and just a little frustrated.]

[Can Greed's phone even receive picture messages? Are they going to share Ling's phone to look at dirty pictures? That's one kind of couple's activity...

So is this: bereft of his phone, Ling blinks a few times at the sudden picture before sliding his hands down Greed's chest, toward his hips again, grazing over his skin lightly with his nails and digging just a little harder when he reaches his hips proper. Greed will have to ask him very nicely if he wants more than that. Ling will go get the Bic pen.]

I don't think I was smiling for that one.

Yeah, no, you definitely weren't. That doesn't mean you didn't look good, though.

[Any picture of Ling is a good picture, frankly, although that's another thing he'll never let slip while he's sober and/or fully awake. But Greed arches his back, pushing his hips up into that touch, fully unaware he's not going to get any more unless he asks for it.

Anyway. Back to taking photos.]

Shirt off. Now you can smile.

[Say it, it's cute. Ling hums, shifting to pull the shirt over his head and drop it to the side, then puts his hands on his hips and beams.

Here he is, Greed, this is the boy you chose. This goofy wonder.]

Okay, I'm ready this time!

[His beautiful, perfect, dorky man, who grins in some kind of way every time he gets the least bit thirsty. It's not a smoulder; it's not a sexy gaze. It's just a giddy, delighted sort of grin with just a hint of filth in it.

It's utterly ridiculous, and he can't decide if he's more inclined to laugh or kiss him when he sees it.

But hey, at least he'll have plenty of time to figure it out, because there's another photo being taken. At least his boy looks undeniably good shirtless, there's that.]

I oughta just film you all night.

[In Ling's defense, he'd look a little strange trying to do a seductive smolder; the unrepentant thirsty delight suits him the way smooth, calm and collected seduction does not at all. The goofy grin is eternal.

He holds still long enough for Greed to take the picture, then his hands are back on his skin, sliding up his sides as he leans down to hover over him, still grinning. Hello.]

Maybe I'll go back to sleep. [he's not fucking going back to sleep.]

[Hello, and he squirms, an unspoken order to keep doing that. More, please, although so suddenly up close is pretty fucking great too. The phone is tossed to the side as he grips the back of his neck, tugging him down so he can nip at his lip.]

No you won't. You wanna know why?

[His fingers slide up, pushing through his hair. He loves Ling's hair, frankly. He loves it neatly tied back and when it's all loose and wavy; he loves grabbing it and he loves just stroking it. And this time is no different, except--]

Is your hair still wet?

[Unspoken orders don't count, Ling will do whatever he wants. Right now that includes being distracted by Greed's fingers in his hair, leaning into that touch with a pleased shiver. That's nice, he can keep doing that and maybe Ling will think about putting his hands all over him again in a few seconds, ah—]

Yes? You noticed it's about two feet long before now, right?

[He has So Much Hair, babe.]

How the hell is it still wet, we took a shower hours ago.

[Like, yes, it's long, but that doesn't mean it should still be wet, right? He frowns vaguely as he pushes his fingers through it again, shaking it out a little.]

You didn't let me dry it! You carried me back here so quickly...

[Very adorable, loved the cuddling, but his fucking hair, Greed? This attention to his hair doesn't feel as good - which isn't to say that it's bad, but it's Greed learning that more hair stays wet longer as if he's never encountered the concept of "wet" before in his life.]

Yeah, cuz I was afraid you were gonna fall asleep in the shower and crack your head open.

[True story! He kind of was! But a petulant Ling isn't nearly as fun as a horny-on-main-but-also-sweet Ling, and so he resumes his petting, fingers gliding through (admittedly damp) hair.]

You ever wear it short?

[That's both the least flattering and most accurate description of Ling ever written, thanks. He huffs, sliding a hand between them to roam over Greed's very impressive abs. Nice.]

Nope. It makes my head look perfectly round. [tragic...... and it's not nearly as cool as the ponytail, sorry.] And I wouldn't have fallen asleep in the shower. Maybe the floor outside of the shower.

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[Ahhh, that's perfect, and he grins, keeping up that slow petting. Look at what he's gotten himself!]

Oh, yeah, because that's so much better. You really want that to be your bragging point? I don't think so.

[But while he loves roasting Ling, he also likes being admired, so--]

Feel something you like, sweetness?

[Maybe he does want to brag about falling asleep on the floor. It's a roundabout kind of brag about how good his boyfriend is at sucking dick... that's good, right? So good he passed out on the floor.

He'll workshop it. Now he leans down for a quick kiss, curling his fingers to press in his nails just below Greed's navel.]

Mhmm. It's like you're sculpted out of marble.

[Very... admirable! Except David has nothing on this dick, so says art critic Ling Yao, brushing his fingers over said dick with an appreciative hum.]

Don't start anything you're not willing to finish.

[He's already started something, frankly; his hips rock upwards, pushing against that lazy touch insistently. And look, say anything you want about his personality, but Ling hadn't been wrong: he really is built, ah, proportionally, and god knows it shows when he's getting harder by the minute.

Still. Just because he's getting eager for it doesn't mean he's totally impatient. He likes Ling looking him over. He likes Ling actually having the patience to look, because sometimes taking it slow is just as sexy as going at it hard. He shifts, one arm slinging behind his head, shifting a little just to pose.]

Though you oughta at least take one picture first. Or two, or three . . . because when we start this round, you're not gonna be able to do much of anything except moan.

Speak for yourself!

[That's for that first little quip, because please, Greed can't throw any shade when it comes to being a tease. Not that Ling intends to rile him up and leave him squirming and wanting, not at all, but the man can't be such a hypocrite. Ling ducks down to kiss the corner of his mouth affectionately, despite his chiding, and wraps his fingers slowly around his cock as he sits back up and gives him a languid stroke.

That's his man, handsome and huge and muscles upon muscles. He knows it, too, and if it were anyone else Ling would be annoyed by his smug confidence and need to pose while Ling is sitting on his thighs. He's lucky Ling is as enamored with him as he is, thrilled instead by his attitude and talking up how hard he's going to work Ling over. That's really doing it for him, so...

Pictures! He leans over to grab his phone and fumble with it one-handed to open the camera again.]

Tell me more.

Tell you more, huh?

[It's a musing question as his fingers slide up Ling's thigh, gliding up and down it in a rough sort of touch. They slide inwards after a moment, nudging his thigh a little wider, before tugging playfully at the hem of his boxers.]

I would like to see you all tied up . . .

[He looks him over slowly as he says it, visualizing it. It's a fantastic thought, honestly, all those lithe limbs stretched out and rendered helpless . . . never mind the sight of Ling with his arms over his head, wriggling and writhing in eagerness, unable to do anything but wait.]

You whine when you hear no for three seconds. I wanna see what you'd do when you were helpless and really teased. Or if I added a little pain to it all . . . really got you going with bites and scratches. Made you tell me exactly what you wanted, and to beg for it . . .

But I think mostly what I wanna do is take it slow enough that you get driven out of your mind. That by the end, you won't be thinking of anything but me, and what I might give you, and how you'd promise me anything at all if only I'd give it to you.

[Greed's taunting little touches and his incredibly detailed plan to drive him crazy are also doing it for him, and he answers with a pleased hum as he holds up the phone to take a series of tasteful nudes. They're not actually tasteful at all, but he's going to dedicate a whole folder to nude boyfriend pics, starting with these. One of the pictures is most definitely just his dick with Ling's fingers still wrapped around it, and Ling is not at all subtle about taking it, of course.

Ah, but-] I think about you most of the time, [with or without the element of sex, even, he's needy.] What if I promise you anything right now, at the start?

[Is there a cheat code for getting right to the final boss, as it were? Never has a boy been this horny on main, squirming a little atop Greed, eager already just thinking about it. Cramped shower blowjobs are the extent of his sexual experience, so he's stuck between not knowing what to give Greed the green light on and wanting to just do anything, any and all of it, as long as it's Greed taking care of him.]

[For just a few seconds, his expression flickers from cool and collected to something baser. There's nothing about the past few minutes that hasn't been fun, but the sight of Ling gripping him and so blatantly taking pictures like this is a fucking photoshoot for Playboy is honestly really, really hot. Hot enough that his cock jerks in his hand; hot enough that he can't help but squirm around beneath him, matching those little movements with a breathless laugh.]

That's, uh--

[Focus. He hoists himself up to his elbows, finally managing to glance up. Oh, right, Ling has eyes, hi, babe--]

That's a sweet thought, and I'm pretty sure you mean it, but kiddo, you don't even know half of what anything means. And if you promise something . . . I'm gonna hold you to it.

[His hand drags up, tracing the curve of his hip appreciatively.]

Besides. There's a difference between you promising me something now and when you're doing it because you're desperate for me to let you come.

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