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[As soon as his head turns, Greed's eyes are already settled on his. He takes a slow snip from the glass, swirling it about again as his lips purse, head tilting to the side with a raised brow.] Did I say you could get up yet?

Man... I'm startin' to wonder if you really want this. [Leaning forward, his forearm presses down on his shoulder blades to keep Klavier bent forward. The weight is heavy on him, holding the glass in that hand and boring down on him from above and behind.] You had how many days to practice this servant bit? The fact that yer peachy little ass... [Another smack with a cupped hand, more noise than impact this time.] ... ain't cherry red's makin' me think he liked you enough to go pretty damned easy on you or you were a lot more into doin' it right with him.

[Greed disengages again, taking a step back and considering his backside. His best attempt at being aloof and cool comes off too heated, though it's hard to differentiate bloodlust from regular lust with Greed's demeanor, sometimes. It could still pass as just a kick.] Lemme know you want it. Get your hand in on the action and tell me how much you wanted it before I showed up.

[Klavier bites his lip, still unable to predict what Greed wants, but at the same time unable to argue this point. It's difficult just keeping his thoughts to himself, but when he's nudged back down with his companion's arm barred across his back to prevent any further attempts to get up the ex-rocker's grip on the couch tightens and he can feel the heat burning his face again. He's finally able to identify what he's feeling and it's something he hasn't felt in quite some time, it's almost foreign to him...nerves. That's what's stopping him from making snappy comebacks or quick witted replies...and normally he would have something to say about that peach and cherry comment, but whatever he would have wanted to say simply dies as it reaches his tongue.

When Greed removes himself the ex-rocker's body shivers slightly as the warmth disappears. Klavier doesn't move, but he does press his cheek into the couch, closing his eyes when the Homunculus presents him with a particularly difficult task--telling him how much he wanted it. Klavier thought it was pretty obvious, but he knew he wouldn't be getting off that easy...or probably at all if they were going to get into a dialogue. The prosecutor could feel his toes curl and his entire body felt like it was straining to stay exactly the way the other man had left him] Well... nothing says I want you more than with my ass in the air...but you realize...I wanted you even before I made my apology to Schuldig. I wanted you during that virus, I think that's a pretty powerful want. You're difficult not to want...and if I could have you more frequently I would...but I'm a lot better at expressing this physically...

[Another sip, enjoying the view of his body straining, his ass exposed and his race bright red, buried into the couch. He tells himself he knows better than to think too much about being wanted; Klavier Gavin's a lover, not a fighter. Flattery is easy and hard to get excited over. Combined with the visual it gets to his head faster and harder than the drink, likely to last longer, too.

Plans formed in his head of a drawn out encounter involving everything from wax to cold quarters, mirrors and video tape scatter, fantasy broken through by a harder, simpler urge to just take him already and to fuck him good and raw over the couch. Even if it's not what the attorney had in mind, it'd be good enough; it'd satisfy him and that is what it's about, he insists to himself.

He's vanilla at least partially as a symptom of crass simplicity.]

Oi. I told you to get yer hand in on this. [It's quick, and without looking back, he can't see the way that Greed's shoulders tense or the way his hand twitches and shifts a few times to decide on the angle. By feel alone, it's a sudden, sure grip at his cock, giving a good squeeze and immediately going into a fast stroking pace with no time to adjust or get caught up in thinking about what he was doing.] I meant like this. Guess admitting yer getting hard from a few spankings's even more embarrassing than spouting a few cheap lines for a natural flirt like you.

[When Greed's hand wraps around his manhood and settles into a furious pace, Klavier has the presence of mind to at least stand on his own feet. Actually, with the abruptness of his companion's approach the prosecutor found himself at least partially startled, but it didn't take long for his hips to start thrusting as a compulsory reaction to the other man's touch. With nothing to hold on to the ex-rocker smooths his palms up and down the sides of the Homunculus's legs finding it easy enough to drown everything out except for the hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he could feel that familiar, molten sensation gathering in the pit of his stomach and his senses found their way back...reluctantly.

Against every desire and instinct Klavier made an attempt to twist himself out of Greed's hold, to encourage him to stop before he really came. The soft sounds laced with pleasure and satisfaction that were pouring from his lips turned into tormented groans.] Master...ng...I'll come...if you want...I'll come if you don't...please...

[Still standing behind him with his hand jacking him off, Greed's eyes fall to the exposed hole, completely vulnerable at the peak of two tanned, spread legs. His hand moves as if trying desperately to satisfy himself while scoping out his legs themselves, wishing for another set of hands to feel them over just like the hands skimming the sides of his. Flexible and taut with the burden of supporting himself, it was a sight that could make Greed a temporary leg man.

Watching him squirm in resistance as his pitch chained, Greed hums with appreciation, pleasure where Klavier's had faded to torment.]

Please what? Please let you come? Please stop? If you're gonna be cheeky enough to ask for somethin', you gotta at least lemme know what it is you want... [His pace doesn't relent in the slightest while probing for an answer.]

[Even like this Klavier had to tip his hat to Greed for his capacity to be exasperating even at a time like this, clearly the Homunculus had control of his facilities, too much control at the moment which was a sign to the attorney that he wasn't turned on...or not nearly turned on enough. It was evident that the ex-rocker needed to get more hands on if for no other reason than to relieve his companion of his high-handedness.

Of course telling Greed what he wanted was about as easy as falling off the face of the earth. It took every ounce of his desire and the need to press forward and change direction for the prosecutor to grind out his answer.]

Stop...stop please...[detaching one hand from the Homunculus's leg, Klavier curled his fingers around the hand stroking him trying to still his touch.] You'd like for me to be a bit hands on, ja?

You think this's gonna end when you finish? [The hand does come to a stop, but his thumb keeps moving, pushing up against the head and smearing near the tip. The cost of ceasing the pumping motion is having his grip focus on the more sensitive parts, trying to watch his face as best as he can from the given angle.] Yer pretty damn lucky I started out here, where yer ass didn't have no props waiting...

[His wrist turns, giving a gentle twist and one stroke, then another, seeming determined to get back into the pace of things only to stop short, detaching his grip completely. The open hand pats the side of his face as Greed withdraws.]

On yer knees. You're gonna have to get things prepped up here, unless you keep lube in yer couch.

[Which isn't a possibility he's treating as remote or impossible. Rather, one brow raises to ask if he does keep such a thing stashed in ridiculous places always within arm's reach.

Klavier Gavin is weird. He's told himself not to be surprised.]

Mmm...[Klavier was reluctant to release all over Greed's hand just in case there was a bad reaction to it...though he typically revealed his objection to having the dewy substance threading through his fingers towards the end. So the ex-rocker's goal was to refuse his own body for as long as he was able, but it certainly wasn't easy, even more so now that his fingers were toying with a more susceptible region of his sex. The clear, colorless fluid was already discharging onto his companions fingers] Does feel good...nn...what props?

[Another soft moan and some more squirming against Greed and the prosecutor was almost sure he wouldn't hold out, until his companion finally let him go and then he was able to expel a sigh, not registering the pat on his face until he felt the dampness of his own pre-cum.]

No...there's probably loose change in the couch, but I...don't...keep lube in there.

[Finally, Klavier turns around to face Greed and while his words aren't slavish and dripping with adoration, the expression on his face more than made up for it. The sultry, raw desire there was nothing short of affectionate reverence.

And with that, Klavier sinks to his knees slowly, obeying Greed's order, but with the additional peppering of kisses along the way. Unfortunately the other man was fully dressed so his lips were barred by a layer of clothes, but it doesn't stop him from kissing a straight line down Greed's chest and stomach. There were no pretenses, once he was on his knees and his face was in the other man's groin his lips pressed against the bulge in his companion's leathers.]

[True to form, in the heat of things, the precum didn't seem to bother him at all, if it even registered that it was on his hand. For the time being, touching a man and everything that came with it was past that mental barrier, going past 'not weird' into 'hot'.

Despite himself, both brows and the corner of his mouth twitch seeing the expression on the blonde's face; whatever reservations he still holds about the subservience he's sure is more of a sexual roleplay than anything he can really gloat over, that look is still a rush. His face feels hot; he's sure it isn't showing, for Greed is not one to blush over a look, not when he's relishing it more than he is embarrassed. Klavier, being a man with fully working color vision, may raise an argument to that but it's hardly the time.

The empty glass it tossed easily onto the couch, freeing a hand to stroke through the other's hair as he undoes the button of his fly.]

The bell thing's already been done, but I'd attach it a little lower. 'n a collar's no good if you gotta bring it yerself... Still, a paddle, some lotion, one of those vibrator things... You think I ain't a creative guy? Shit... [For a man who usually makes his partner jump through hoops to get him stripped, he's shifting to push his pants and briefs down his hips pretty quickly, working himself out of uncomfortably tight pants with a sigh of relief. It's harder to keep his voice controlled when on the cusp of getting some relief, himself. His tone becomes progressively breathy and throaty at once, breathing harder with sheer anticipation. It's easy to hold it when there's no relief in sight.

Klavier on his knees, naked, mouth at his groin, is a different matter. Normally one to look away when overwhelmed, Greed can't even spare a glance to the couch, promise of hidden treasure within or no.]

[Fortunately, Klavier was in no mood to argue with the Homunculus about whether or not he was blushing or just flushed, whether he was embarrassed or turned on. Either way the prosecutor, who was not at all color blind, noticed, but said nothing giving a noncommittal hum otherwise. Instead, one hand strayed upward, his open palm coasting it's way up the other man's body--stomach, chest, neck--until the tips of his fingers brushed Greed's jaw. This was the only indication he gave that he did take notice of the heat in his companion's face.

Preferably, Klavier focused on more important things, like the hand in his hair that has the power to illicit a moan from him and he cranes his head in the direction of the touch. It's a brief sign that he appreciates the affection, but the ex-rocker doesn't let that distract him from his work and soon he's rolling Greed's shirt up so that he can nip and suck on the flesh just around Greed's navel.]

You'd attach a bell to my penis for shits and giggles [a soft murmur between his attentions] hmm...I think you're creative, it's just...a surprise...

[And since Greed's hands are suddenly in the way Klavier shifts himself so that his face is buried against the side of Greed's lower abdomen where he alternated between playful bites and soothing laps of his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye he watches the other's progress. Those pants are only shoved down as far as Greed can reach...not good enough as the ex-rocker still views them as a potential obstacle so they must be removed. To this end he readjusts himself and deftly coaxes Greed's foot onto his shoulder his other hand keeps a steadying hold on his companion. Concentration is important because his mouth is also busily dropping moist, open-mouthed kisses along Greed's sex.

It takes a lot of dexterity on Klavier's part to remove the boot and rest Greed's foot back on his shoulder, his hand gently massaging the topside of the now exposed extremity.]

[For a moment, his eyes slide closed, taking in a deep breath and resisting the unconscious urge to arch into his touch. With an indulgent exhale that's almost vocalized, he moves as if to lick at those fingers at his jawline only to realize the heat burning hotter in his face.] Ghh... [Blinking a few times as if to force himself out of his lust driven stupor, his chin lifts away, trying to frown amidst the sensation of his hand, the simple rush of feeling his fingertips cross the line between turtleneck and direct contact.

Who touches the other person's face during something like this besides to hold them in place for kissing or head or... It's weird, damn it. Caught up in that thought, he barely notices his shirt rolling up until feeling the pinch of his teeth, the moisture of that mouth making him look down again.

Platium strands mused from his careless fingers, set against a deep tan made healthier by lust. That look of concentration and focus as his mouth works along his soon fully erection. The fluid way he readjusts both of them, with balance and poise, even with his focus clearly on something else. Greed doesn't even think twice about obediently shifting with him, keeping his own balance well enough with the hand on his head moving to his shoulder and the other to his own raised knee.

The satisfied noise sounds more like somebody who had just managed to pop something than a moan at first, but his slow, labored breathing is distinct. There was something to say about a bell, something he should say about surprises or... something. There was an order he was forgetting to give. But he expected the man on his knees giving a blowjob, maybe with his hands being a little frisky. Even as one who isn't terribly aroused by feet, it's an extra mile beyond his desires; if there's anything Greed loves, it's more.]

Shit... [It's appreciative. Even if it's a move to get him stripped, something that could be an attempt to level the playing field through nudity, Klavier's mouth has him properly distracted from that element of the game.]

[Klavier is both pleased and almost shocked that Greed is allowing him this kind of freedom...letting the ex-rocker manipulate his body in the attempt to strip him of his pants. So giving the Homunculus more meant that Klavier could get away with more...just a little more...and all he really wanted to do was dispose of his companion's pants. Speaking of which there was still one more booted foot to contend with one bare foot that needed to be released with some reverence. What this meant, however, was that Klavier's mouth would have to stray for a moment, but not before rolling over the tip of the other man's erection with a look of relish and enjoyment on his face.

Withdrawing Klavier tested Greed's flexibility a bit, though he was careful to hold on to the other man as he raised his companion's leg just enough so that he could kiss Greed's foot. It's what the other man wanted him to do earlier and he wasn't going to risk another admonishment for forgetting this request. He peppered the top of Greed's foot, the instep, and the turn of his ankle with kisses before letting it come to rest on the tiled floor again. Patiently the ex-rocker hiked the Homunculus's opposite leg up so that his foot was pressed against his shoulder again repeating the process, his able fingers working blindly at Greed's boots while his mouth found and covered the head of Greed's erection, sucking indulgently his face a mask of pleasure.]

[But one bare foot is enough to get one pant leg off at some point, and for the man who was going to be satisfied with opening his fly and shoving them down enough to get to his groin, that's more than enough. He forces his mind to focus, despite a self-satisfied grin forming in place as Klavier remembers to kiss his foot; he's docile, until that foot's on the ground.

And then both hands grasp the other's face, forcing Klavier to look up at him, not as willing to let his other leg be as easy a task, and not about to be taken off guard by his mouth again.] I got a better use for at least one of your hands. I don't got a mirror to watch you on, 'n there's nothin' to slick it up with but you can get yourself ready a little too, right?

[It's disconcerting to be interrupted when he thought he was giving Greed exactly what he asked for only to find himself strong-armed into looking the other man directly in the eye from his position on the floor. With his concentration pulled in three different directions, it's difficult trying to piece it back together and make it whole so that he could understand the Homunculus and his new set of orders. Blinking up at his companion it finally registered what the other man wanted him to do. Carefully lowering Greed's still booted foot to the floor and withdrawing his lips from the other man's erection.]

So you want me to finger myself? I can do that...[So he says but he looks sidelong away from Greed wondering if saliva would be enough as it's been a while since he opted to be on bottom, even during his time with Schuldig. Trying to dismiss his lapse the prosecutor turns his eyes on Greed once more, the hand on his companion's hip finding its way to his mouth and started sucking on his own fingers]

[Greed catches his glance dodging away for a moment and responds with a widening grin and another musing of his hair, this time with both hands, a little frustrated he can't reach more of him.] "I can do that" he says... C'mon, where's my "Yes, Master!"?

[On the other hand, he's sure the other shouldn't need so much prep work; a harem being what it is, and Schuldig being a man he assumes to have an even more wild libido than himself, it's a natural assumption. Klavier is hard to resist most days, and that's unbearable when he's willing to work for it. Virused into submission made him seem like his open, drunken self, with the all the benefits of sobriety.

This wasn't a virus. He isn't sure what to make of this.

As soon as the other's fingers are out of his mouth, he gives him a nudge in the face with his need.

To be fair, he isn't sure what to make of Klavier a lot of the time, but sex is the worst time to think of anything that personal. It's easier just to think of it as some submissive kink he has. As to why he's going to the worst option, Greed himself, instead of asking his former master for a rerun...

Now's not the time.

It's not long before he gives a finger snap and points to the ground.]

That's enough. C'mon. Hands and knees, and present for me.

[Klavier can feel the up-spring of heat to his face at Greed's mock reproof and his own inability to focus, but the disheveled screen of his hair and the moment they were in could explain anything away. Fortunately it can't be expected for him to answer back not when he's slicking his own fingers up to prepare his body and even when those fingers disengage from his mouth they are replaced with the Homunculus's manhood.

There's not a lot of time for Klavier to indulge since Greed's demands seem to be coming in quick succession in this round, but not before the attorney rolls his tongue against the head of his companions' erection, lapping up the pre-cum bubbling from the slit. That was all the time he took for his own indulgence before taking the other into his throat while his recently slicked up fingers worked diligently at opening his body for Greed.

The prosecutor's instincts are right because soon enough Greed is commanding him on his hands and knees and his lips are abandoning the other man's cock, his fingers slipping out of his body.]

Ja, master [The ex-rocker fixed Greed with another one of his affectionate, reverent looks before lowering himself onto his knees and forearms, pressing his too hot face into the cool tiled floor, presenting himself as the other wanted.

He doesn't really question his own submissive behavior, he does know one thing...that this is the only way that Greed will play with him since too much dominance on the ex-rocker's part is both temporary and restrained at best. This is also a rare moment where Greed is exceptionally not vanilla.]

[That look is enough to make him consider bowling the poor ex-rocker from his position, onto his back to take him in the classic missionary position in all its utterly plain face-to-face glory. But there are some benefits to not having to look him in the eye at certain moments, and even Greed can think ahead a little bit.

Adjusting his pants into a position that feels a little less restrictive without actually taking them off, he crouches down behind the other, raking his fingertips along his spine and giving a light swat to his backside, more for sound than impact. With a quick lick at the pads of his first two fingers, he leans forward, lightly prodding the entrance as if he hadn't been prepared at all, easing in carefully, with shallow, single-knuckle deep thrusts before giving a tentative spread.]

How long's it been since I really fucked you? [With his free hand planting on the ground near the other's shoulder he leans forward over him, length moistened with his own saliva hard against his hip as he leans over his back at a slight angle to give his other hand the room to work him over.

Despite his words, hissed harshly with an audible smirk, his fingers are contrastingly patient, if anything a little too careful, not hurried enough to keep up with the demanding pace of orders he'd set.] M'gonna make you feel this for days.

[The fingers grazing down his back and the light swat earn Greed a tremble and shuddering sigh that steams the floor, which is still cool by comparison. In retrospect it was probably better that he lowered himself onto his forearms as opposed to trusting his hands to keep him steady on this floor. The marble tile would have been slippery under his moist palms and the last thing he needed was to slip and knock his skull off the floor. Especially now while Greed was preparing him.]

Y'mean out side of necking and hand jobs, master?...Months...I think...[Feeling the Homunculus arch over him the prosecutor turns his head in his companion's direction one eye watching Greed through the mussed veil of his hair. He knew this position was convenient for the other man for a number of reasons, but it did make touching difficult for the ex-rocker, the best he could manage was to rear back against Greed's manhood and risk one arm to reach up and smooth his fingers against his companion's jaw.

Biting down on his lip Klavier wasn't trying to force down a moan, he was trying to maintain control over his body, keeping the roll of his hips slow while the other's fingers continued to work him.] Ng..master...?

[Eyes on his face, bangs in the way or not, Greed's expression is more exacting than anything else, trying to differentiate shame from need from pain as his fingers dip further in and spread; he's normally fairly confident he knows what 'ready' feels like, but the current atmosphere makes it hard to say if the suddenly submissive attorney would give a clear protest if necessary. He's still not sure what to make of it; his smart mouth has made an appearance often enough, he should be sure that he'd say something when it counted, but...

Too much thinking. Sex is so damned weird with men. Fingers along his jawline make him aware of his expression, forcing it to something a little more cocky, which doesn't really take much force when feeling and seeing him grind back, watching his breath cloud the floor. Hips nudge against hips hard and with a suggestive roll, still not inside of him, still working him out with his fingers.] M'gonna fuck you hard, fast, 'n make you scream so loud you'll be feelin' raw in both ends...