[Oswald nuzzles him, skimming nose and lips between the sleepy, suckling kisses he lays over each of his ribs. It may be his turn to tease, but even belly up with his throat bared like it's begging for a knife, Ed wields a power beyond Oswald's understanding, keeping Oswald on him, drugged on his taste, on the smell of skin and the faint hint of soap.
The muscles around and between his shoulderblades are already cramping but he barely cares enough to roll his shoulders and neck before ducking his head again; it's really only when he backs up and Ed's cock brushes his ass that he flinches and stills, blinking like he's only just realized that it exists.
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The muscles around and between his shoulderblades are already cramping but he barely cares enough to roll his shoulders and neck before ducking his head again; it's really only when he backs up and Ed's cock brushes his ass that he flinches and stills, blinking like he's only just realized that it exists.
He looks to Ed, a question in his face.]