[He melts under Ed's lips with a moan, lazily rocking his hips to the slide of Ed's flesh against his, like someone comfortable in their own skin would, anyone other than himself. Even naked, chests heaving and hands pawing, grasping for each other, so hopelessly needy, it's not fucking, not to him. That's too ugly a word. Too far removed from the tenderness of Ed's kisses or the warm, indescribable feeling that floods him when their lips brush together, filling every empty space inside him where pieces of him used to be, whole and unbroken. A feeling like he could trade his riches and ambition away, his whole empire away, just to be held a while longer, belonging somewhere.
Ed loves him.
Ed loves him.
He still hasn't heard the words he's listened for, but he has to believe that it's true.]
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2020-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)Ed loves him.
Ed loves him.
He still hasn't heard the words he's listened for, but he has to believe that it's true.]