[Ed's restraint is a blessing, while he lies there, everything touching his skin feeling sharper and rougher than it is. He's not all there while Ed kisses his face, his sweat-damp forehead, sighing into Ed's lips when he finally catches them - and it's a while before he opens his eye halfway to look at him, taking him in. He holds his gaze with a soft, worn expression on his face, and he couldn't care less about anything else in this moment, about the come sticking to his skin or his nakedness, as he moves his hand to cradle Ed's cheek and kisses him with all the tenderness he's overflowing with.]
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