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Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: Cain's place and elsewhere

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When; August 10, Night
Rating; Definitely NC-17.
Characters; Greed

misterblackbird
Summary; The good Earl decides to take Greed up on his offer of a night out.
Log;

After a quick smoothing out of his uniform and a discrete hygiene check, Greed cleared his throat and knocked on the door to Cain's living space. For a moment, he considered checking his face for stubble. Then he realized that his facial hair never actually grew.

He was holding a small, packaged cheesecake in his left hand, for a gift. Granted, he didn't know EXACTLY what Cain liked, but hey, who turned down cheesecake? It was heaven, in pastry form.

"Yo, Cain, you ready?" he called out through the door, "It's me. Greed."

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"Why?" he asked, stepping in ahead of him. He walked to a far, secluded pool, the heated waters steaming up the air, "It's a compliment."

He dipped one foot in, then the other, setting his towel down on the side of the pool.

"The water's nice, anyway. Come on in!"

"Perhaps to you, but not to me. I think it's inaccurate."

He kept his towel on until the last possible moment before slipping into the water. He sank as deep as he could, but slowly: it was hotter than he thought.

"It's sort of like an inordinately hot bath. It is nice, though."

"Yup. I'm glad I decided to live here. The work I put into the springs is worth it, at least."

He began to slowly drift through the pools, moving ever closer to his guest.

"Say, need someone to wash your back?"

Instantly, Cain dropped further under, the water now up to his neck.

"No, thank you," he said, trying to keep his smile friendly, "I'm fine. I don't like people touching my back--I can't stand the feeling, I mean."

"...Eh? Why's that? It's gonna' make gettin' intimate a little difficult," he said, stopping in confusion, "What's with the sudden change? Ya' seemed pretty gung-ho, before."

You aren't allowed.

"I still am. It's only that," he replied, smiling slyly now and leaning up against the rocky edge of the spring. "Call it a peculiarity, call it a game, call it a fetish even. If you really insist, you can just choose something else to offer to wash."

"Oh..alright, then!" he chirped, once again moving closer, "Then maybe it's better if I approach from the front?"

He stopped five feet from Cain, taking note of his crouched position in the water.

"Feelin' a little self-conscious?"

"I was, but--"

He kept his shoulders resting on the edge of the spring and stretched his legs out in front of him, half-floating in the water.

"--there's really no reason to be."

Greed previously mischievous, somewhat lustful look softened just a bit as he approached, grasping the ankle of one leg and running his other hand up until slightly past the knee.

"Don't worry. It's like I said. You don't have to be wary around me. If I do somethin' ya' aren't comfortable with, just say so. I don't exactly know how experienced ya' are in matters like these."

"I'm more accustomed to being with women, but...in matters like these, I have more experience that I did...even a few months ago."

It gave him a pleasant shiver to be touched, to be wanted. He drew his foot away, playfully.

"But, I warn you, I'm an aristocrat: I have very refined taste."

Greed quickly reached out to grasp his other foot, sidling up as he lifted the slender limb from the water. He massaged the younger male's leg, kneading the firm contours of his calf muscle as edged closer.

"I have yet to have any complaints when I work on someone," he said, "You'd be surprised what I can do."

"Would I? Perhaps I'll see for myself?"

He slouched contentedly in the water, relaxed, actually--finally--starting to enjoy things.

"You're doing all right so far."

Greed moved ever closer as he worked the muscles under Cain's skin, eventually moving past the knee and partway up his thighs. He leaned over as he did so, placing his lips on Cain's neck and licking at the soft skin. Even his tongue was rather inhuman, smooth and rough at the same time. Almost like a cat's tongue.

"Hmmm," he growled against his throat, "You've certainly got the "taste" part right."

Cain laughed low in his throat, tipping his head back to expose more of his neck. He liked the rough cat's tongue on his skin; and Greed licked where others might have kissed. He ran one hand across Greed's shoulders, feeling the shape and movement of the muscles, and up the back of his neck.

"Do you like it? Care for some more?"

A broad, battle toughened hand slid up Cain's thigh to run along his abs as Greed settled more comfortably next to him. He dragged his tongue up, letting it trace the underside of Cain's chin until it reached his mouth.

"Ya' know me," he said, pressing his lips roughly against Cain's, "I can never have enough. I hope you've got energy."

He gripped at his companion's shoulders, responding easily to the rough kiss, though still half-smiling all the while. Then he reached out for a kiss of his own, a somewhat longer one as he tried to catch the other's lip to give it a playful nip.

"I think I'll be able to keep up with you."

Greed relaxed beside Cain, reaching under the water and grasping him around the waist. He easily managed to drag the smaller male onto him, groaning at the feeling of the bite. Being what he was, Greed was never one to shy away from that sort of thing.

"Many have said such things," he whispered against Cain's ear, his own manhood large and excited against Cain's outer thigh, "But few have managed."

His tongue slithered into Cain's mouth, twining around his tongue as he deepened their kisses, one hand stealing down between the pale boy's legs.

Cain tried to laugh, but his laugh turned to gasps and sighs at the depth of the kisses and the strange fingers between his legs. He could feel the tension beginning to rise under those touches.

It pleased him to feel the other's arousal against his leg: he liked knowing he had that much effect, even if he wasn't the first or the only. Briefly he wondered if Greed could tell how minimal or recent his experience in this sort of thing was, but nevermind; he let his own hand drift across the man's--was that an accurate thing to call him?--waist and hips to explore what he felt pressing against him. Maybe he was shyer than he thought he was. He stole a sly glance down into the dark water and reached for another rough kiss.

Greed purred louder at the feeling of Cain's hand grasping his length. He turned the curious human in his arms, leaving them facing each other, with Cain's legs on either side of his hips. He leaned in to claim his lips again, running a hand through the smooth, dark hair on his head.

"Mmmmm, your body feels incredibly nice. A guy could definitely get used to this," he said, pulling Cain more tightly against him, trapping their cocks up between them.

Cain leaned close to nip at his ear.

"Good," he whispered. "You can get used to it--all I want is a bit of fun, a fling, something different, and you seem...up for that. But you have to play by my one rule: you can't touch my back."

He rolled his hips slowly and dragged Greed's hands down to the hollow of the small of his back.

"Any higher than this and I'll leave. Otherwise...I'll stay as long as you want."

He smiled wickedly and slid his hands in between their pressed bodies.

"It's a game~"

Greed's snicker was muffled against Cain's chest. He moved his hands even lower to squeeze Cain's rear, lifting him a few inches from the water and setting him down again.

"I could shotput a boulder, I think I can handle that little request," he said, hissing in pleasure when Cain's hands touched his prick, "Time for somethin' different, then."

He turned, placing Cain's back against the side and lifting his hips up. Slim legs were shifted up to hook over Greed's shoulders as he raised Cain's hips fully from the water. He kissed the small area just under his testes and gradually moved back, pushing his tongue along the cleft of his rear.

Cain struggled briefly to brace himself agsinst the side of the spring. It was summer, but the night air still felt cool against his wet skin.

"This is different," he gasped. He still wasn't quite used to being on this side of things, having always had to lead the way with the women he'd been with before.

That cat's tongue of his that had felt so good on his neck felt just as good between his legs. He bit his lip and moaned quietly, his legs tensing around Greed's shoulders.

Greed ran one hand against the underside of his tongue and reached around to grasp Cain's cock, beginning to stroke it gently. As he did so, he used his other hand to rub the smooth rear in front of him, pressing his tongue against the entrance. He prodded gently at first, moistening the area with saliva, the gradually pushed the thick muscle inside.

"There we go," he said, having learned long ago to speak with his tongue occupied, "Just bear with me a moment, until I find it."

The prehensile appendage moved deeper, weaving in slow circles along the front wall.

Cain soon found his hips thrusting slightly, in an easy rhythm in time with Greed's strokes.

The muscles in his stomach were beginning to clench and he could feel his cock growing firmer by the moment. But still he tried to relax and open himself to that tongue pressing inside him.

Greed was close to it, so close to it, he could feel it. He whimpered a little until--there. He moaned louder as stronger wave of pleasure swept through him.

"I think you found it," he gasped, smiling.

Greed's tongue alighted on a small, raised area against the front wall, just behind the prostate. He circled the senstive area in slow, deliberate rotations, stopping every few moments to lash against it more roughly.

"Let's see how long ya' last like this," he grinned, increasing the speed of his strokes, smearing his thumb over the head of Cain's cock every few moments.

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