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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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Not long at all, he could already tell. He groaned, gasping for breath. Every rough stroke sent a shudder through him. Rough hands, rough tongue, so different from the delicate touches he'd gotten used to. Bored with?

Biting his lips, he groaned again, his hips bucking involuntarily. But still he resisted.

Greed slowly withdrew his tongue, sliding two fingers in as it slide out. He pressed the digits into the same spot, pistoning his fingers in and out quickly. Each push stabbed his fingers against Cain's spot, as Greed quickly jerked him and sucked his way up the man's chest.

"Don't lick me," he gasped, laughing. "I know where that tongue's been."

But he still arched to meet him, writhing at the intense sensations, eyes closed. Every touch pushed him closer to the edge. There was no chance of resisting: he didn't want to anymore.

"I can't hold on," he cried.

Greed didn't let up, moving up to Cain's throat and lips as he continued to manipulate him.

"Don't hold back on my account," he chided, increasing the tempo for his finish, "It's best not fight good feelings."

He was furiously pumping the young man's cock in his fist, urging him to come.

Fight them? He was hardly fighting them--the tension in his stomach, the way he was panting, how his cock felt harder than he ever thought it could be--but he didn't want it to end. It was all too much--he let himself go and finally he cried out, shuddering, as his climax wracked his body.

Greed felt the hot come pulsing over his hand as his strokes slowly came to a halt. He pulled it up to lick off the sticky fluid, then moved between Cain's legs.

"Not a bad hold out, Cain. Now for the real fun..." he purred, his tongue sliding over his lips.

He positioned himself at Cain's rear, the broad head prodding against his entrance, then gripped his hips.

"Your fun, you mean," he murmured, half-smiling.

He was still reeling from the last waves, but beginning to come around.

Regaining enough of a hold on the edge behind him, he pushed back against Greed's cock, willing himself to relax for it.

Greed leaned forward to lock his lips against Cain's, pulling his lower body down around his length. He hissed in pleasure into Cain's mouth as he felt the smooth flesh parting around his cock.

"Damn it..." he groaned, his hips making contact with Cain's rear, "...That's friggin' tight..."

He moved his hips back and pushed forward again, a little more smoothly, angling his hips upward.

Cain moaned quietly at the long thrust, the feel of Greed's hips aganist him.

"I never said...I had all that much experience with this..." he gasped, his lips brushing Greed's. "Maybe it's you, not me."

He reached for another kiss as Greed slid back and up again, filling him. Vaguely the thought crossed his mind of how impossibly sore he'd be in the morning, but that hardly mattered now.

Greed started to slowly work into a rythym, smoothly pushing himself in and out of his lover. He hungrily sucked at Cain's lips, twining their tongues together. A broad palm smacked against the smaller male's rear as his thrusts became more fervent, the crown roughly mashing against Cain's prostate with every thrust.

"Is that...a challenge?" he panted out, grasping Cain's cock in his hand once more.

It was easy to fall into that rhythm, moving sometimes with him, sometimes against him, to drive in his thrusts. Every one pressed against that spot that made him shiver with pleasure. He pulled his mouth free to gasp for air and cried out in surprise when Greed stuck him.

"A challenge? I don't think I can--" he paused, then laughed. "Heh. If you want it to be."

Greed's grin widened in an almost devious manner.

"Atta' boy!" he laughed, increasing his tempo. He began to time his thrusts more carefully. With every hard nudge against Cain's G-spot, he gave a swift down stroke on the boy's cock, "We'll see how good your control is, then."

Cocky words, as Greed's own orgasm wasn't far off. He could already feel the small tingle moving down the base of his spine, building in the pit of his stomach.

He could hold back well enough with women, but this was different. His eyes slid shut while his hips still moved in time with the rhythm. Every stroke, every thrust pushed him closer to the edge again. And so soon--he wasn't sure he could really make it.

Greed could feel the tension in Cain's movements, his body as taut as a strung bow. He twisted his hips, churning his cock inside of the tight hole until his pleasure finally reached it's crescendo.

"Ah! Shit!" he yelled, grinding deep into Cain's ass as he came, frantically jerking the man's prick as he deposited a rather large burst of come.

He continued to thrust hard, milking as much pleasure as he could from their coupling, just mindful enough to suppress the urge to grasp him around the back.

He felt nearly split open Greed was pushing so hard, twisting and pulling. He was moaning again, writhing at Greed's jerking at his cock.

Greed's shout jarred him back to his senses for a moment as he felt, suddenly, the cock and the come inside him.

"Don't sto--!"

Panting out a laugh, he asked instead, "Does that mean I win?" Half a lie, since he was already so close again himself. Just a touch more, another thrust, something.

Greed grinned and sped up again, still hard inside him.

"Sorry, Cain. I cheat. Homunculi don't need rest. I could go as many times, as often as I want. Like my namesake, I never get enough," he said, dragging his tongue along the underside of Cain's jaw, "But I'd say you're just about ready..."

"What?" Cain gasped, groaning. "That's imposs--"

He couldn't finish his sentence, but Greed was right: he was throbbing under his strokes, waves still sweeping over him. He fell back into the rhythm easily enough again, riding it, feeling him rising up to his climax, and finally, finally, reaching the peak with a moan and a spray of come between them.

He ached this time--it was almost too soon. No less pleasureable at all, far from it, but he felt absolutely spent.

Sensing his lover was at his limit, Greed pulled out quickly, letting Cain's lower half sink back into the water. He quickly jerked himself, working off another load into the water before sitting down next to Cain.

"So, was this a good date, Cain? An interestin' experience?"

He turned Cain's head just so and placed a few soft kisses on his neck.

"Good? Interesting?" he mused, tipping his head away to expose more of his neck and running one hand across the back of Greed's head. He was glad the warm water was there to buoy him up: he half-floated, relaxed.

"Oh yes, absolutely. I just wish I'd been able to keep up with you better. If I'd known...well..." He trailed off, smiling.

"Well, it's not all great. On the one hand, it's impressive to some lovers, but it's a double-edged sword. The downside of always wanting is that I'm never fully satisfied. No "afterglow", as humans put it."

He kissed Cain's chest, sliding a hand over his abs.

"Still, it was very fun."

"Hmm, that would be unfortunate," he purred, enjoying his own afterglow just that much more. "Though I do wish I could have kept up with you a bit better."

He rested his hand on Greed's.

"Good. So we both enjoyed ourselves. You weren't disappointed in having asked me out tonight, and I wasn't disappointed in having accepted."

Already energized, Greed stood up and crowed happily as he stretched and popped his joints. He extended a hand to Cain as he stepped out of the steaming waters.

"So, care to have a bite to eat? Sex makes people pretty hungry. Our kitchen is fully stocked."

It was on the tip of his tongue to protest that there was absolutely no way he was going to walk after that. But, he thought, that would give Greed the upper hand, let him know too much...and he'd managed before. He'd manage now.

Cain laughed instead, took the hand offered to him and climbed carefully out of the water.

"Food seems to be another thing you can't get enough of," he said, collecting his towel. "All right; something to drink at least."

Greed easily pulled the younger man up and out, lifting the hand to kiss his fingertips.

"It's my pleasure to serve you, then," he said, draping a towel on both of them and opening the door for his date, "Your clothes are just inside."

"So I recall," he said, returning to the changing area and beginning to dry himself off.

"I don't really feel like putting it all back on, though. It's entirely too much bother--it's entirely too warm, anyway."

He laughed at himself for having wondered about wearing his jacket. He tossed it, and his tie, and his waistcoat over his arm. Nevermind with them now, he decided, buttoning up his shirt.

"And here I was embarrassed to undress at first."

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