[There's something about that moment when their eyes catch and neither of them talk, when he drinks in that layered, meaningful look meant for him alone, that shakes something deep inside him. That makes him shake before Ed has even found his nipple, mouthing him soft and wet. He whimpers, sucking his lower lip. His breathing quickens, sharpens.]
...there's not much way around it, is there? [It's not a real question, and for neither the first time nor the last, he finds comfort in the darkness around them, in exploring each other largely by touch alone.] Do what you must.
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Date: 2020-01-08 02:29 am (UTC)...there's not much way around it, is there? [It's not a real question, and for neither the first time nor the last, he finds comfort in the darkness around them, in exploring each other largely by touch alone.] Do what you must.