[He dimly follows the movement of Ed's hand, unsure of what Ed has reached for until cloth grazes his skin, dabbing the slickened dusting of hair trailing his navel.]
It's fine... [He puts a gentle hand to Ed's arm, meaning to still it.] Doesn't matter...
[It would, in the morning, when he'd smell sweat and sex on his skin and embarrassment slapped him awake. But for now, with his head in a blissed-out place he'll hate to leave, all he wants is to touch and be touched and to keep the giddy magic alive, sleep be damned.
Ed has done him a favour, letting him have a taste of something strange and wonderful, and it seems only fair to let him find relief in the way he's surely been aching for. He wets his lips, watching him through his lashes.] Your turn, yes...?
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It's fine... [He puts a gentle hand to Ed's arm, meaning to still it.] Doesn't matter...
[It would, in the morning, when he'd smell sweat and sex on his skin and embarrassment slapped him awake. But for now, with his head in a blissed-out place he'll hate to leave, all he wants is to touch and be touched and to keep the giddy magic alive, sleep be damned.
Ed has done him a favour, letting him have a taste of something strange and wonderful, and it seems only fair to let him find relief in the way he's surely been aching for. He wets his lips, watching him through his lashes.] Your turn, yes...?