[The bed dips lightly as he climbs into it, settling beside Ed. His pulse quickens watching the steady rise and fall of Ed's back; he's beyond delighted to be the one to spoil him in such a personal, intimate way.
Chafing his hands to warm them, he then takes Ed's and lays it over one of his crossed legs, pausing to look up at the back of Ed's head. His fingers hover at Ed's shirt cuff.]
May I?
[Rolling up a sleeve may not be on the level of opening someone's shirt, but asking feels appropriate still.]
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Chafing his hands to warm them, he then takes Ed's and lays it over one of his crossed legs, pausing to look up at the back of Ed's head. His fingers hover at Ed's shirt cuff.]
May I?
[Rolling up a sleeve may not be on the level of opening someone's shirt, but asking feels appropriate still.]