"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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