"Oh." They were not on the same page. They were barely in the same book. "Oswald, no, don't-"

It's Ed who presses close, curling around Oswald's back and tugging him into his arms. Yes, it does happen to press his aching cock up against those lovely, soft buttocks, but he doesn't do anything more. "You're not ready for that. Neither are we. Don't have the patience right now, to make it good." He might not have done that yet, but he knows that it takes time, preparation, supplies they don't have on hand.

"Don't apologise. You've done nothing to apologise for."