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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