"Hilarious!" There wasn't a hint of sarcasm, instead Edward just about giggled in excitement, his hands on Oswald's chest as he leaned forward, looking right into his eyes. "All those years, my love, and still you have so much to teach me." No wonder he couldn't get enough of him. What a way to make him think about better things. "What shall we do with this evening then?"
"I have a few ideas." Oswald set his knife and fork down neatly before he slid his hand out onto Edward's thigh, trailing it upwards playfully. "You're mine tonight, dear Edward. I'm thinking bed. Maybe some rope and I'll fuck you until you're crying my name." That ought to take his mind of anything else bad that had happened to him. "We're going to make love." Not fuck, screw or bang. He wasn't giving in that easily.
"I adore you, my little bird, do you know that?" It needed saying, obviously. Making love while fucking him, who'd have ever thought he'd get so lucky? Edward smiled and closed the distance between them, kissing Oswald deeply for a few seconds before he pulled away again. "So, bedroom?" He was already on his feet, smirking. "After you."
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