[Greed retaliates by jerking him harder into the harsh clash of lips, introducing teeth and tongue into the mix with a frustrated growl. Even for having just put down a cigarette, the flavor of nicotine is overpowering, the result of chain smoking the count down to finally deciding to show up in person. It's hardly savory, and his attitude doesn't soften at all; the grip on the other's smooth face is downright bruising, fingers strewn in his hair. It's still not enough. His hands move, trying to find a stronger, surer grip, another way to pull him into it harder. His arms and the rest of his body can't seem to decide between pulling Klavier completely across the desk or just wrestling him down to it.]
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