Hnng...[Fortunately Klavier's attention is easily grabbed again by those teasing fingers and the aggressive attention to his neck that the ex-rocker believes is intentional. Of course, now he can't see Greed's face, but he's watching him through half-lidded eyes. Whatever conflict decided to burrow in that nagging part of his brain, was quieted for the time being. He couldn't figure the other man out anyway, not with this deliberate distraction and Greed's talent for being perpetually unhelpful when it came to answering his questions.
It doesn't help that he's starting to feel pretty good which is not what the attorney was expecting from this little visit at all. What made it worse was the fact that the ex-rocker was still a slave to his desires and that created and even greater mental block, so now thinking was entirely out of the question. He's fairly quick to respond, moaning low in his throat and writhing when Greed's hand claws down his side. Klavier also finds himself surprisingly compliant when it comes to having his already wrinkled shirt brushed aside, arching forward without prompting so his companion's fingers can trace the line of his spine. Even his hips flexing forward on Greed's demand was done voluntary.
In the back of his mind Klavier knew he was being indulgent to some extent, but it doesn't stop his hips from rubbing up against Greed's. Even when he does get angry he can't stay angry, it's hard when you feel good, admittedly, so the attorney will simply think what he wants too. It pleases him greatly to secretly believe that the Homunculus was feeling lonely by his neglect. Probably not the case at all, but it shines a more appealing light on Greed's anger. Still cautious, however, Klavier drops a row of light kisses to Greed's forehead and temple, wherever his lips can reach. One leg wraps itself around Greed, though whether it's out of some kind of surrender or just because, Klavier's sudden change is also difficult to analyze.]
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It doesn't help that he's starting to feel pretty good which is not what the attorney was expecting from this little visit at all. What made it worse was the fact that the ex-rocker was still a slave to his desires and that created and even greater mental block, so now thinking was entirely out of the question. He's fairly quick to respond, moaning low in his throat and writhing when Greed's hand claws down his side. Klavier also finds himself surprisingly compliant when it comes to having his already wrinkled shirt brushed aside, arching forward without prompting so his companion's fingers can trace the line of his spine. Even his hips flexing forward on Greed's demand was done voluntary.
In the back of his mind Klavier knew he was being indulgent to some extent, but it doesn't stop his hips from rubbing up against Greed's. Even when he does get angry he can't stay angry, it's hard when you feel good, admittedly, so the attorney will simply think what he wants too. It pleases him greatly to secretly believe that the Homunculus was feeling lonely by his neglect. Probably not the case at all, but it shines a more appealing light on Greed's anger. Still cautious, however, Klavier drops a row of light kisses to Greed's forehead and temple, wherever his lips can reach. One leg wraps itself around Greed, though whether it's out of some kind of surrender or just because, Klavier's sudden change is also difficult to analyze.]