[Another day, he'll make the obvious joke. He'll leer and flirt and grind his hips forward. But thank god, he's a little more intelligent, and he knows how to read a room. Only once Adrian pulls at him does he leans in, tipping his head to kiss him.
It's soft. He keeps his mouth closed; he doesn't bite or nip. But soft doesn't mean limp-- and Greed leans into it, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale, his fingers sweeping through his hair, tightening to grip it and tip Adrian's head up. It's a searing kiss, heated and longing all at once. He wants more, but he'll keep it to this, just this, lingering until he finally pulls back with a soft gasp.]
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It's soft. He keeps his mouth closed; he doesn't bite or nip. But soft doesn't mean limp-- and Greed leans into it, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale, his fingers sweeping through his hair, tightening to grip it and tip Adrian's head up. It's a searing kiss, heated and longing all at once. He wants more, but he'll keep it to this, just this, lingering until he finally pulls back with a soft gasp.]