There'd been moments over the last weeks when Much had tried to convince himself he was resigned to this fate of needing and never getting. That it was punishment for leaving that soul behind in the jar, that he needed to figure out how to live with this punishment. Pray. Scrub things. Run. Keep busy. Don't think.
But... it was an impossible thing to resign himself to, whenever anybody kissed him— no, whenever anyone even gave him the impression that they wanted to kiss him! Whenever someone opened the door to something that he knew could be good he couldn't help but chase it down. He wanted that release too much to give up chasing it.
He wanted to be a good person, he did. The only problem was, he wanted to fuck more. And a lot of the time he could convince himself he could be both! It was easy to be both! He could sleep around and be a good person, he could!
And then Lust called.
And Much knew a good person wouldn't be here, standing on the other side of her door. A good person wouldn't have chosen fucking her over an innocent soul. A good person wouldn't have shut Sloth up the way he had just because Lust told him to. A good person wouldn't be putting his own needs over everything else but— she'd promised him it would feel good. Simple as that. She promised it would feel good and he needed it to feel good or he was going to lose his mind.
When Lust opened the door, looking like that, he could feel the weakness in him, and it started in his knees. He could fall in front of her, right now, gaze up at her and let her take him... He wanted to, he did.
But underneath the lust, he was angry. How dare she wield such power over him? How dare she... look like that while doing it?
Much stepped into the apartment toward her, but he didn't smile back.