"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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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."