"...then we were going to have breakfast." Because whatever his tendencies toward a game built around dominance and submission may be, it's not where his mind currently is. He wants to pleasure Oswald and, yes, he wants him to experience that pleasure as something that is tied to him, but there's no big plan behind that. It almost feels like a shortcoming, now that he feels under Oswald's scrutiny, but finally he just leans in and kisses him, trying to keep it sweet instead of demanding. "I want you to want me."
It's said against his lips, while his fingers tighten around him just a little, never veering too close to painful. That can wait.
He curves a gentle hand around the side of Ed's neck.
Breakfast - not the answer he was expecting but a nice idea, one that almost normalized the idea of waking up tangled in each others' arms, warm and rested and aching with a different sort of hunger. But it could wait.
The brush of Ed's lips is all he needs for now, the way it fills the hollowness in his chest with a glowing, giddy magic he feels somehow too young and too old for. He smiles, helplessly, into the kiss, eyes still shut when Ed pulls away to talk.
"Well..." A soft stuttering breath slides out of him - the beginnings of a laugh, almost - when Ed's hand closes a little tighter around him. "I'm here, aren't I?"
He licks his lips, quiet and expectant. His lashes tremble faintly.
"You are here," he repeats in agreement, his own smile unwavering. He's not even aware that he's smiling, especially not like this. Soft, not cunning, almost a little sheepish, which isn't an attribute he'd have liked to see tied to himself. But it suits him well enough, fits the mood of the day, especially now that Oswald no longer seems that intent on suspecting a trap.
The words are taken into consideration immediately, even if for how it's just his hand that moves along him, thumb swiping over the tip, just as his tongue quickly darts out to touch Oswald's lip, right before he leans in for another kiss.
The tongue-flick is more startling than the sweep of Ed's thumb over raw nerves and he rears his head back, eyes blinking his open to the sight of Ed's smile. Thankfully, he isn't given long enough to decide whether being licked offends him or not because they're bumping noses, chins, and kissing again - a slow burn, a gentle wearing down of his defenses - and all is as it should be again. He digs his fingers lightly into Ed's skin, stroking him with his thumb.
"It's a start..." A beat. "Although I would not be opposed if you were to slip your hand in." There's a nervous flexing of muscles in his throat. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."
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It's said against his lips, while his fingers tighten around him just a little, never veering too close to painful. That can wait.
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Breakfast - not the answer he was expecting but a nice idea, one that almost normalized the idea of waking up tangled in each others' arms, warm and rested and aching with a different sort of hunger. But it could wait.
The brush of Ed's lips is all he needs for now, the way it fills the hollowness in his chest with a glowing, giddy magic he feels somehow too young and too old for. He smiles, helplessly, into the kiss, eyes still shut when Ed pulls away to talk.
"Well..." A soft stuttering breath slides out of him - the beginnings of a laugh, almost - when Ed's hand closes a little tighter around him. "I'm here, aren't I?"
He licks his lips, quiet and expectant. His lashes tremble faintly.
"You are allowed to move, by the way."
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The words are taken into consideration immediately, even if for how it's just his hand that moves along him, thumb swiping over the tip, just as his tongue quickly darts out to touch Oswald's lip, right before he leans in for another kiss.
"The right kind of movement?"
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"It's a start..." A beat. "Although I would not be opposed if you were to slip your hand in." There's a nervous flexing of muscles in his throat. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."