[Oswald whines, twisting as Ed works at him, killing him slowly. He's not only unfamiliar to this world of touch and with his own body to know how to direct Ed to get the most out of every technique at his disposal, but he's too raw for his stinging kisses and the thumb strumming him senseless. The sharp uptick in intensity sucks the breath from his lungs.]
Don't do that...
[He gasps, his face tightening. Yet he only throbs harder in Ed's grip.]
Slow, slow down.
[As far as he's aware, there's no getting pain and pleasure to play nice in the bedroom and he'd rather keep the former out of it, as much as possible.]
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Don't do that...
[He gasps, his face tightening. Yet he only throbs harder in Ed's grip.]
Slow, slow down.
[As far as he's aware, there's no getting pain and pleasure to play nice in the bedroom and he'd rather keep the former out of it, as much as possible.]