Greed’s favourite part of Envy was his ass, indefinitely.

Smooth, illogically pale, near transluscent, and so very deliciously fuck-able. Of course, Envy was so goddamn boney, his tiny, inadequately cushioned backside was almost the parody of a proper set of cheeks. But this mattered little to Greed, who happily ran his fingers through the sticky mess of blood, semen and sweat that slicked a wet, gooey concotion over the ashen skin of said derriere. Envy screamed at him in muffled indignation; the true brunt of his livid fuming staunched by the saliva-dripping ball gag wedged in his mouth. Greed laughed as his older brother struggled in his bonds; the thin, waxy roped cutting deep into his skin as he fought against his odd positioning.

“Ahh brother,” The Greedy One ran a tongue over his teeth, breathing heavily with lust. “You’re cute when you’re tongue tied, but even cuter when you’re hog-tied...”