[Oswald watches in a daze as his cock bobs free, curving sharply towards his belly, dress pants and his blotted, tacky briefs rasping down his thighs. It's easiest to focus on Ed while it's happening, while anxiety hums under his skin. Until Ed's hands get to his knobby knees and then he has to look away, staring at the wall and telling himself that Ed doesn't need his help anyway, that he's doing just fine.
He rattles under the long fingers smoothing up and down his thigh, and again when they trap his cock, biting back a kneejerk apology. He makes a noise instead, something soft and strained and pleading, squeezing Ed's hand with what's left of his failing strength as he falls apart. He lolls his head back, slack-jawed, his eye slipping into the back of his skull.]
Oh, oh fuck-- [It's all he can say this drunk on Ed, clumsily rocking his hips.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 04:17 am (UTC)He rattles under the long fingers smoothing up and down his thigh, and again when they trap his cock, biting back a kneejerk apology. He makes a noise instead, something soft and strained and pleading, squeezing Ed's hand with what's left of his failing strength as he falls apart. He lolls his head back, slack-jawed, his eye slipping into the back of his skull.]
Oh, oh fuck-- [It's all he can say this drunk on Ed, clumsily rocking his hips.]