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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
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[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.

[Greed has eyes, too, as it turns out, and Ling finally tears his away from his photography to look up at his face again, a grin on his face for just how much Greed is enjoying even these few touches. He's green at this, sure, no one is denying that, but he's ready and willing whenever Greed will have him, as it were.

In the meantime he's content like this, stroking Greed languidly, not even really fast enough to get into a rhythm. He drops the phone to nudge Greed's hand further in than his hip, leaning into his hand as he looks at him with eyes dark and shining. He's easily riled and incredibly thirsty, he can't help it.]

Are you going to make me desperate? That sounds like it could take all night.

[Narrator voice: It would not, though.]

You're desperate now.

[He points it out dryly, which is pretty impressive, given it's taking a force of effort not to buck his hips up and demand Ling touch him properly. But no, he has to be the one in charge, so he contents himself with a little squirming and nothing more.

His fingers are firmer as they wrap around Ling, a satisfyingly tight grip accompanied by a languid rhythm. For a moment he stays silent, enjoying the act for what it is, before glancing back up at Ling and adding:]

But what I've got in mind involves making you helpless. So give it half an hour, maybe, tops.

[He is desperate, he isn't disagreeing with that. He bites his lip and hums appreciatively, rolling his hips into that touch unabashedly; one of them gets to be the needy one, and he's glad right now that it's him. It's fortunate that Greed has a plan for him, because Ling would be satisfied getting off like this.]

That's sooo long... [Now he's whining, of course. Time to get used to that.] We'll have to start now, before I get sleepy again!

[Yesssss?? He's making the face.]

[Babe . . . just kidding, it's both absolutely endearing and a hell of a turn on, and Greed laughs. All at once he sits up, his free hand snaking around Ling's back and yanking him in close so he can kiss him hungrily.]

Whiny little brat. What if I said no, huh?

[Let him make his horny on main face in peace. He makes a ridiculous kind of noise when he's pulled close, something between a sputter and a delighted laugh, leaning fully into Greed to kiss him back. Hello, yes, more of this.]

Isn't that what you want to do, regardless? [You know, distilled to its essence, making him beg is just saying no enough times in a row... Ling tightens his grip around Greed's cock indulgently, tilting his head to kiss at his jaw, then down his neck.]

Greed, [he draws out the name, needy.] Don't be so mean to me yet.

When should I be mean to you?

[He does want to make him beg, it's true, but suddenly that desire is replaced by something a little simpler. He likes Ling like this, sitting in his lap and laughing; he likes how giddy it makes him, how lovely it feels, the two of them lazily rocking between heated arousal and sweet affection.

With a happy sigh he tips his head back, his toes curling at each soft kiss. More, more of that, and he speeds up his hand for a few seconds before letting go. Only for a few seconds, though; blindly he slaps the back of Ling's hand, nudging him off Greed's cock so he can grip them both, his fingers rough and tight. Like that, and he exhales harshly, tipping his head down to catch Ling in a kiss. And then another, and another, each one increasingly messy as he works his hand quickly. It's the exact opposite of what he'd wanted to do, he's giving Ling exactly what he wants and more, but he can't be convinced to stop.

Which is what Ling breathlessly points out somewhere in the middle of it all, and it's just so easy to mindlessly reply:]

Yeah, you're just lucky I love you so much--

[Oh-- yes, that's fantastic, all of that. Ling whines, of course, to have Greed's hand away from him for just a moment and to be nudged away as well, but he's right back to his pleased, hazy murmuring against Greed's lips when he grabs them both at once. That's so-- sappy, for an after-dinner fumble, for Greed who wanted to come on his face in the shower and now is holding him close and spoiling him after all his talk about making him desperate and wanting.

To be fair, Ling is still both of these things; they're kind of in his default state, since wanting Greed is something he feels all the time. This is even better, and with his hands free now Ling leans into him and drags his nails all up and down Greed's back. His head is spinning already, it's so good like this, sentimental and needy all at once—

Then Greed says he loves him, so much-- and it's like the world misses a step for Ling, a lurch all around him that has him not pulling away so much as pausing, minute, but when they're pressed as close as they are... Well, he doesn't want to break anyone's concentration as it were, wrapping his arms tighter around Greed and clinging to him outright. He's still breathless, a low moan the only noise escaping him for a long moment-- just in case?

Just in case Greed gets all Greed about his feelings, considering how often he seems to think Ling is just going to get bored and leave him one day when he won't, obviously, of course not-- Ling kisses his face again, anywhere, tilting his head to nip at his earlobe. They're alone in here, but he still speaks softly when he finally says,] I love you too, you know.

[This big, sappy dork who's softer than he looks... Ling has never been this in love before. Go figure.]

[Of course he freaks out. Of course he does. He inhales sharply the moment he realizes what he'd said, and it's only because Ling clings and moans and moves the moment along that he doesn't end up throwing him off his lap and bolting. As it is, he keeps jerking his hand, returning those kisses when they land on his mouth, simply enjoying them when they hit his cheek and nose and jaw.

Love. He hadn't meant to say that. Like, that's the word he'd wanted, soppily affectionate and adoring but not loving. Love is much too vulnerable. It's offering his beating heart and placing it in Ling's hand, and surely the kid is going to drop it and run sooner or later. Of course he is. He's going to get bored of this life and go back to his riches and his family, and they'll take him in, and that'll be the end of that. He knows that's what's going to happen, because living this kind of life is nothing short of miserable sometimes.

But love is what had slipped past his lips, and now Ling is trembling against him in that way he has, all his emotions so big and bright Greed can almost see them shining out.

I love you too, you know, and he's grateful the kid can't see his face right now, he really is. His hand slows, then stops, and he tips his head, nosing against Ling.]

Say it again.

[Yes, of course Greed has to freak out. Ling expected it to happen, whenever love came up in a way more serious than "I love your ass in those pants," which has come up more than once... But how do you mentally prepare to get your boyfriend through the apparently impossible idea that he is loved, really and truly, and not in a temporary way?

For starters, he'd planned on having pants on at the time—]

Hmm?

[And there goes Greed, freezing up and not indulging him anymore. You tell a guy you love him and you get totally blueballed, okay, okay— he's got this. He hugs Greed tighter, skimming his hand up his spine to curl his fingers in his hair. Shh, babe, he's here.]

I love you. If you don't want me to say it... [well, bullshit, but please give him the parameters of this breakdown--] It's still going to be true.

I don't-- I just said say it again, not don't say it.

[He growls that out, embarrassed and flustered and still quietly freaking out, but at least he's sane enough to be sarcastic. His hand grabs Ling's hip, but though the grip is tight, he doesn't make it savage. He ignores the urge to kiss Ling until he's breathless, thus avoiding the issue entirely. He wants to, he wants to throw himself into sex until they forget about this, but . . . he also wants to try and see this through.]

. . . why?

[Oh please, Ling knows his boyfriend is a huge baby. At the very least, he's talking, and that's something— he can work with this, though he has to bite the inside of his cheek to resist laughing at Greed's embarrassment. It's cute, despite everything.]

What do you mean, why? [This guy-- how could Ling even possibly not be in love with him? Please.] Because... I do. Because you're sweet- [well] to me, anyway, and I like that.

[So much, in fact. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Greed's neck, affectionately. Just cuddle and listen to him, babe.]

I like being with you! You're smart, and strong, and you make me happy. Isn't that enough?

It's--

[Yes, and yet no all at once. He twists, cuddling right back against him, burying his face against his shoulder.]

. . . what makes that love and not just-- just having a good time?

[Boy, these issues sure run deeper than he thought, huh. How does he explain love...]

Well, I still love you even when you're being an ass...? [If he were just having a good time, he'd have already left when the "good time" part stopped, see? If only Ling knew the phrase "ride or die," he'd make ample use of it and sound like a moron.]

Why did you say you love me? Be honest!

[Give it a whirl, babe.]

[His mouth opens, a hot exhale against damp skin, before he changes his mind and goes silent for a few seconds. He wants to say this right, and that means not just letting whatever inane thoughts go straight from conception to his mouth without any kind of filter.

Why does he love him? A lot of reasons, really, both big and small. For his determination, his imagination, his ambition and his kindness. For the way he's so bold, so friendly, so endearingly naive and wonderfully enthusiastic. For all the faces he makes, giddily aroused or obviously delighted; condescendingly amused or arrogantly challenging. He loves him for the way he fusses and whines over the least little thing and then puts in his all without complaint when something truly difficult comes up. He loves him for his stupid long hair, his long torso and flexible limbs, his beaming face and pretty smile. And his clothes, his eyes, and another thousand things.

But it seems exhausting and far too vulnerable to say all of that.

His thumb massages Ling's hip.]

Don't get soppy about this.

[Gruffly said. But then:]

. . . you're-- you've got a lot of things I like. But I said it because . . . you're about the only person I want to keep close to me all the time. I like hearing what you think, even if it's about stupid shit. And it's . . . it's easier, it's better, when I've got you next to me.

[Okay, so Greed knows exactly what he's talking about, and he's just being difficult about Ling saying it for some other reason. Ling can't help but think that even as his heart swells and he grins foolishly against Greed's neck-- getting soppy, of course. He can't help it, especially not when Greed is being so genuine and sweet about him. It's endearing; the man has such a way about him, powerful and charismatic enough to turn every head in a room and keep Ling coming back to him again and again, drawn in as if by some force (or some thirst)... and then he drops all of that entirely for this, vulnerable and soft, and Ling's heart all but melts.

Being in love with Greed is pretty great, he's decided.]

I know what you mean. [He says this instead of his first instinct, which is just, "same."] I did tell you I want to stay with you, remember? I meant it! I'll stay with you forever, if you'll have me.

[Which is, hm, somehow more serious than the literal act of leaving everything behind to be with Greed, and Ling wiggles in his lap with a sudden burst of nervous energy.]

What do you think?

I think I'm dating a fox sometimes with how much you move around--

[He grabs his hip more tightly, stopping that wiggling as soon as it starts. It's a playful action, a tease more than a real reprimand, and that makes it easier to tip his head back and meet Ling's gaze.]

. . . people don't stick around much.

[He says it carefully, without self-pity, as his other hand lifts. Fingers trace gently over his cheek, smoothing back the little strands of hair that have fallen loose.]

But . . . if you still want to be around in a year, in two years . . . I'd like to have you.

[No, don't squeeze, let him wiggle-- Greed looks at him and he flushes pink, leaning his cheek into that touch. People don't stick around much-- he can't believe it, when Greed has done so much for him and made him as happy as he does.]

Two years? You can have more than that.

[That's the whole point! He has to at least get to legal drinking age and celebrate--]

You don't still think I'm going to leave you, do you?

[He takes in a breath, a short sharp inhale, and then speaks. It's the most minor of pauses, but it's enough to betray that yes, he most certainly does think that.]

Let's start with two or three years, sweetheart.

[Oh. That would sting if he thought it was something about him, and not some issue Greed hasn't told him about in great enough detail-- it still makes him feel a little down, but it's... he'll work on it.]

Upgraded to three years! [Thrilling!!! He squeezes in close to nuzzle against Greed again.] I can't wait.

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