"You are so handsome, Oswald. I always knew that you were a great dresser, but it stands to reason that you'd perhaps look even more striking without clothes, as I see now. Perfection." Edward smiled at him, his eyes roaming where they would. He enjoyed that too, that Oswald undressed because he had told him to. That he'd do anything he'd tell him. Edward pushed away from the door, but stopped short of the bed, gesturing with his hand. "Can I request that you keep going or would that be too greedy? I would very much like to see all of you."
"Thank you, you're too kind." Oswald reached down and slowly began to untie his shoelaces, looking at Edward and just taking him in. So unbelievably handsome. He did wonder what he looked like shirtless, in fact he'd been wondering for well over a week now. He did some doodles too in duller office hours and way back when Butch was with them, he may have enquired just what Butch thought. Though Oswald very much doubted Edward was a 'skinny nerd under all those layers', he was curious anyway. "I can keep going but you have to do the same in return." He kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his dress pants, kicking them off and tugging his socks away too. All he was left in was his black boxers. He looked up at Edward and smirked. "Your turn. I'm not showing it all until I see something from you."
Edward had taught himself the less that confidence was attractive quite a while ago now and it had served him well. So he merely shrugged and complied with the request, not pointing out that he had already seen 'all'. He had had 'all' in his mouth not that long ago. No need to point that out though. Instead he simply kicked off his shoes and then shrugged out of his jacket, folding it neatly before setting it aside. He unbuttoned his shirt next, pulled it out of his pants and then took it off so he could set it down on top of his jacket, down to only his pants.
"Oh." Oh. God. Woah. Oswald took a sharp inhale and almost forgot to exhale. In fact, he didn't breath out for a solid minute at least, he was too caught up staring. Those muscles, those well defined and strong arms, the way he held himself. He really was a dashingly handsome man. He wished he could take a picture and send it to Butch somehow. Though given recent circumstances, it seemed unwise. Finally, he breathed out and forced himself to look away.
"Good. Wouldn't want to disappoint." Edward finally made his way onto the bed, on his knees so he could straddle Oswald. He loved how he looked up at him, who wouldn't? Such adoration. Love, he supposed. He would still have to spend some time pondering this, but at the moment it was exactly what he wanted to see. "I wouldn't want to rush you into anything, Oswald. So tell me what you want from me."
"I want you. I want anything you'd give me." Oswald wasn't going to lie, he wanted a lot from him and there wasn't much that he would say no to. If Oswald didn't want to do something, he made it very clear and he'd have no problem kicking Edward off him. Hopefully. Edward was actually a lot stronger than he'd ever realised. "We don't have to rush but I want the same as you. Or I assume we want the same thing. Just us. Together."
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