Lust

    He was glad it was left at that. He did, however, press close, enough so that he could tuck his face against his neck. There was that sound of low, contented purring once more, similar to that of a growling dog in tone. It didn’t take long at all for him to drift off, motionless throughout his sleep, his breaths steady.

For a few quiet moments after Gluttony fell asleep, Lust allowed himself to simply admire the other man. He enjoyed the peaceful look on his face, the low purr. Rarely, did he smile, but when it did occur, it always seemed to be in these quiet moments as it did now. Soon, though, he was comfortable enough that he, too, began to drift off until he was resting just as peacefully as his lover.

    "I don’t. You are flattering yourself." He left it at that—made mo reply when he spoke again, though he kept his hand in place. He would rather avoid speaking about anything that had to do with sentiment when he could. Gluttony eventually withdrew his hand, though it was instead lowered to rest against the other’s side. He didn’t feel the need to get anything out in the open—as far as he was concerned, there was nothing else to them. Or that was how he hoped to keep it. "Sleep."

Lust made no effort to continue the conversation when Gluttony made it clear there was no point in doing so. Instead, he leaned in to place a tender kiss against his lips, hoping that it might portray all that he felt for him without having to speak of it again. Afterward, he relaxed his head upon the pillow and closed his eyes, preparing himself for sleep.

    "What you do is your business.” He ignored the sentiment completely, deciding against speaking—stubborn as he was, it wasn’t a subject he was willing to speak about. But he did refrain from continuing, at the very least, and he instead opted to move just a bit closer. Gluttony pulled his hand away, but it was so that he could trail fingers down his chest—an entirely chaste, tender gesture that he found himself wishing he hadn’t done, withdrawing his hand shortly afterward. He’d always be displeased with the fact, but indeed, it was in his nature. Lust was doing what he was created for, just as he was. “It doesn’t bother me—I don’t care.” Perhaps denying it would be best.

"You do care. I can see it every time you make some backhanded comment about where I've been or the way I smell." His head bowed, and he reached for Gluttony's hand so that he might guide it against his chest once again, "Would you prefer that I stop? What do you think the consequences might be should I choose not to fulfill my duty? I am unsure of how I might handone this situation in a way that pleases you, Gula." And he did want to please him. Even if it were only soothing him when thoughts of what Lust did in the time they were apart began to fill his mind.

"I’ve been feeding." He didn’t approach right away, brows instead drawing together. Tongue continuing to trail over his bloodied palm, he eventually made his way to the sink, and he took a rag to be able to wipe at the blood that had managed to drip down his torso, as well as wiping at his neck and face. He’d been feeding, as well as tempting humans to his sin—that was it. That was all he ever did, really. "I imagine you’ve been burying yourself in anyone that had a pulse," he remarked, offhandedly, before moving to  completely pass Lust in favor of settling into bed.

"Why do you act so jealous, hm? It's not as if you don't know what I am. You know where I go and what I do, but you continue to be angry with me for what is in my very being." He wasn't quite certain why all of this was coming out now. Perhaps he'd enjoyed being close to Gluttony and only wished that he could again. Lust rolled over in bed, wrapping an arm around the other sin's waist and taking his hand so that he might lace their fingers, "For just one night don't remind me that there are others outside of you." The instant even the slightest hint of sentiment brushed past his lips, he regretted it--wished he could take it back. Unfortunately, that was a power even he didn't possess.

    It wasn’t long before there was that familiar sound of his bone structure moving beneath flesh. What remained on the floor was nothing but the blood—and much of it had been lapped up while he fed. That, of course, and torn clothing. Soon enough he appeared very human, as bare as he had been before morphing. His hands and wrists were drenched in blood, and it dripped down from where it was smeared over his lips. He’d always been a messy eater, and it didn’t seem like that was ever going to change. Once fully human, he brought a palm up to lap at the blood on one palm. “I’m satisfied.”

"Good." Briefly, fingers drifted through his hair before he moved away to seat himself at the edge of the bed, "Come here, you. I'm not quite ready to leave yet. Actually, I am not quite ready to let you leave yet." Lust extended a hand, seeking Gluttony's own. As for the state of him? He didn't care about the mess. In fact, he was extraordinarily accustomed to it, "You're going to tell me what you've been up to while you have been away so long."

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