Date: 2020-01-05 09:55 pm (UTC)
hobblepot: (bedroom eyes)
From: [personal profile] hobblepot
[Oswald stands his ground, dully mesmerized by the ripple and flexing of muscle under Ed's skin as he comes for him, closing the distance. Then Ed is on him, large, warm hands finding their place; Oswald's own stay up and out of the way, hovering anxiously. Flesh, so much flesh for the taking, right at his fingertips.

There's an incredible, fearsome power in Ed's voice alone, velvety-hot at his ear. In the way he pauses, letting Oswald's mind race with possibilities and shivers race down his neck, the rise and fall of his chest sharpening under Ed's palm. He's weakening where Ed's will is strong, his wired little body seeming all too ready to bend to it, to follow his lead.

He licks his lips and lets his eye slip shut, giving himself a moment to think past the roar of his pulse in his ears, to try.
]

Show me.

[It slips out like something long-rehearsed, something he has waited a lifetime to say. There's a trill in his guts in answer, a keen sense of nakedness.

It's not too late to take it back.

His eye stays closed.
]

Show me what I could have known... had Ed come home to me the night he met her. I want it all.
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