[Careful as he is not to rip anything off, there's nothing gentle about Greed once he's familiar with the body beneath again. Each pass down his chest or over his hips manages to crinkle the hospital gown further, pushing it down, hiking it up. If he can't smother him with a full body grind, he'll try to satisfy himself with just his hands. One focuses on friction between his own hardened hands and smooth, tanned skin as the other teases out a sensuous trail with his fingertips.
Greed eases back slowly, inching out of range to see how far he can get those fingers to stretch in seeking him out. From there, he moves down the bed, lower, his hands following, more attention to his hips, lower, lower... And then he folds his arms, leaning against the foot of the bed and gazing up at him casually, leaving him in a state of more than suggestive disarray and no means to make himself decent again.]
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Greed eases back slowly, inching out of range to see how far he can get those fingers to stretch in seeking him out. From there, he moves down the bed, lower, his hands following, more attention to his hips, lower, lower... And then he folds his arms, leaning against the foot of the bed and gazing up at him casually, leaving him in a state of more than suggestive disarray and no means to make himself decent again.]
Well, like I said, I do got shit to do today...