sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

You're still bossy.

[But that's as cautiously playful as Adrian's pout-- that is, he's teasing, but also not, because he knows there's still plenty of hurt there. He leans in, brushing his lips against his forehead-- and then again, a firmer kiss, lingering against the cool skin for a few seconds before pulling away.]

Better?

You deserve to be bossed around.

[The contact is gentle, tender even, more than he was expecting. But it does tell him more how genuine that Greed is being with it. Though he's a bit reluctant to let himself back into this, he does like the familiarity.]

Mm.

[He raises a hand, pressing it on the back of Greed's neck.]

Yes. Now you can kiss me.

[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.]

[It's been a long time since he's let himself have anything like this, even physically. He's held back over the past few years, keeping himself out of reach of others. It's not been the most enjoyable time, but he'd been too concerned about being hurt again, especially after the death of his parents.

So he almost gasps at how hot Greed's mouth is. It's not anything he's forgotten, but rather an intense reminder. It's still a tender contact, soft, but not lacking passion. Adrian finds himself pressing into it, opening his mouth a fraction, sighing against him.

When Greed pulls back, he presses another light, quick kiss to his lips before settling back down, looking up at Greed with curious golden eyes.]

[God. He remembers that look. He remembers Adrian in his bed that first night, staring up at him brazenly, not in the least bit intimidated but certainly a little out of his depth. And just as he had that first night, Greed reaches for him, fingers catching his chin so he can swipe his thumb absently against his bottom lip.]

You're still pretty.

[His voice is low.]

You remember the first time I called you that? You were so offended . . .

[Possibly because everything Greed says runs the risk of sounding like an insult and not a compliment.]

[Faintly, Adrian smiles, but he does feel exhausted doing that. He doesn't pull away from Greed's touch, at least.]

You're still an asshole.

[But at least he doesn't sound like he's spitting acid at Greed now as he says it.]

It was hard to know when to take you seriously. [It still is, he tells himself. When he thought for years that Greed had tricked and mocked him, anyway.]

[His smile fades, but not much.]

I'm being serious now.

[And probably will be for the rest of the night, too leery to risk anything.]

I missed you.

[He said it before, but it bears repeating. He leans down, kissing him gently, before pulling back just far enough to bump their noses together. Fingers curling around his forearm, and he murmurs against his lips:]

Every single day.

[Adrian thinks back to the times in which he thought he knew that Greed was serious in the past. How he could read into his words. After that, he felt he couldn't believe anything from him anymore. Faeries are tricksters by nature, he'd been told once.

But he does want to believe Greed now.]

Well, you're a serious asshole.

[He mutters the words, but he doesn't refrain from hiding some of his affection in his voice.]

I missed you too, Greed. ...Even when I thought the worst of you, I wished I could have those days back again in my life.

[He scoffs out a laugh, but pulls Adrian in closer, his lips brushing absently against his forehead. His fingers slide against his body, and after a moment, he murmurs:]

I'm sorry. About your mother.

[He says it softly, purposely not meeting his eyes. Letting Adrian have the privacy to react however he wants.]

[Ah.

Adrian presses his forehead against Greed's shoulder, letting out a trembling breath. His arms wind a little tighter.]

Father had to stop her from trying to confront you. I believe her words were I'm going to shove my syringe up his ass.

[He barks out a damp laugh, tugging Adrian in closer, rolling so he lies on his back and his little dhampir is atop him. The real sign of love: he doesn't make a single leering remark over Lisa, because he loves Adrian, he really does.]

What a reason to start a war. Bet she coulda done it, too.

[The absolute fondness from Greed does make him smile more sincerely, more certainly. He settles comfortably on top, knowing that his weight means nothing to Greed.]

Oh, I've no doubt. They argued for hours until she settled down.

...She would have forgiven you, though. So long as I did first.

[He can well imagine it. Dracula, just as furious but more aware of the intricacies of court; Lisa, impassioned for her son, desperate to protect him and hurt anyone who dared to hurt him. She absolutely would have destroyed him, he thinks fondly, never mind he's a prince of a faerie court.]

And have you?

I think so.

[Adrian reaches up, touching Greed's cheek.] It's a lot to take in right now, but I do believe you. I just-- need you to be patient with me.

I have to be patient with you?

[He scoffs softly and tips his head, nipping lightly at Adrian's thumb.]

I started tonight thinking you were gonna try and rip my tongue out.

[A beat, and his expression grows a little more serious as he adds:]

Little dhampir . . . this is more than I ever thought I'd get from you.

Hmph. I was seriously considering tearing off your head when I walked through that door.

[There's a pause, then he glances down, but his hand stays where it is.]

I think if you had tried to reach out a few years ago, I would not have been as patient or accepting.

Yeah, well. I would've still been my father's son back then.

And much as I wanted to see you . . . I didn't hurt you just to put you in trouble again.

[He sighs, shifts, pulls Adrian up a little closer. It's embittering to think of the past, of what might have been, of what else he might have done, so a little abruptly--]

I like your new hair.

I believe you.

[Adrian smiles faintly and closes his eyes.]

I like it long. Suppose I could have it any length I want, but I feel like this suits me more.

You still look the same, though.

Shoulda been around fifty years ago. I used to have longer hair then.

[Not absurdly long. But down to his shoulders, and he'd liked suits more too. It was a phase, just as this is a phase, short (to he and his, anyway, but fifty years is a short time for them) but memorable.

He knots his fingers in Adrian's hair, tugging very lightly.]

Mm. And a suit half the time, too.

[The tug in his hair does earn a hum of interest, consideration. Yes, he does still like that.]

You'd look odd with longer hair.

...But you could do well in a suit, I think.

Ahh, there he is. I missed those compliments you just love giving out.

[He tugs a little harder, half in teasing and half in punishment.]

So maybe I'll wear a suit. We got a whole fancy party coming up . . . you wanna go dancing, really confuse everyone?

[The harder tug earns a little whine -- something that he does look a bit embarrassed about. Greed knows exactly what he's doing, but Adrian doesn't really try to stop him either.]

Hm. Baffle the other courts, especially mine?

Might as well keep them on their toes. Do you think you can look dashing?

[Oh-ho. Isn't that interesting, and though he doesn't pull again just yet, he makes note of that.]

Bet you anything I can make you speechless that night.

[It's low, not so much a scoffing reply as a real challenge. His purple eyes glint, and now he tightens his fingers, pulling Adrian's head back just a little, baring his throat.]

Oh, I would love to see you try.

[A heavy huff of air escapes him as his head is forced back, swallowing down any noise this time just to be a bit of a brat. There's an old familiarity to this, beneath Greed and his warm hands on him. Even this is old, but not in an uncomfortable way.

But he peers up, a brow arched.]

I bet you would.

[This feels so easy. It's such a familiar pattern, the wonderful back and forth that he could do in his sleep. It almost makes him forget that all isn't quite forgiven, that he's got a long way to go before Adrian trusts him again.

But that being said: there's no harm in indulging. He doesn't do anything just yet, if only because Adrian so clearly wants him to.]

So. Let's say I do. What do I get for it? I know what you want if you win, little brat.

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