#gluttonistique

     Personal space isn't something you get when      in the company of Gluttony, expecially when      you've grown close to the sin. So when he steps      close, Cain gives no thought, for he's grown      used to it by now. Even when he hears Gluttony      sniffing, he cares not. Although, when he leans      closer, closer, Cain notices; but doesn't care,      welcomes the soon to come contact of skin.

          "What're you-"

     Then the sin is smelling his neck, his hand      bunching the fabric of his flannel over shirt.      then he presses that small kiss to his neck,      and Cain's more than willing for that to      continue.