[It's a better kiss than any of the ones before. Those had been good, yes, in the same way that any contact with Adrian is almost always good, but this kiss feels right. Heavy and heated, harsh but not cruel, and Greed surges into it, one arm wrapping around his body, hand splayed over his lower back.
He's so aware of everything around them. Of the faint hint of music from the hall; the coolness of the air around them, and the relative chill of Adrian's skin. The way he feels, mouth moving against his, the broadness of his frame, the muscle and strength in the way he surges against Greed . . . even the slight brush of his eyelashes against his cheek is noticeable right now.
They break an eternity later, and Greed looks raw. Not proud or leering or boastful, but uncertain. Not of Adrian or his intentions, but simply . . . uncertain, because he's never done anything like this, and for all he acts arrogant, he really has no idea what's going to happen next.]
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He's so aware of everything around them. Of the faint hint of music from the hall; the coolness of the air around them, and the relative chill of Adrian's skin. The way he feels, mouth moving against his, the broadness of his frame, the muscle and strength in the way he surges against Greed . . . even the slight brush of his eyelashes against his cheek is noticeable right now.
They break an eternity later, and Greed looks raw. Not proud or leering or boastful, but uncertain. Not of Adrian or his intentions, but simply . . . uncertain, because he's never done anything like this, and for all he acts arrogant, he really has no idea what's going to happen next.]