[There's not much he can't feel, with Ed this close - and the little bit of Penguin in him not all buried under first-time jitters and sensory overload, observing and absorbing, quivers with dark satisfaction at the thought of reducing Ed to a trembling wreck with the right words and the right touches, being watched with desperate, fuck me eyes while holding his pleasure hostage. But there's none of that daring or mischief in Oswald when he rolls over in Ed's arms to face him, wrapping his fingers around his cock after some consideration.
He keeps a firm, comfortable grip, pumping slowly. There's power in having Ed trapped in his fist like this, but all that matters to him here and now is working the frantic energy out of Ed's system.]
There is a bottle of unscented lotion behind you, if you'd like. [He frowns, not looking up.] In the bottom drawer.
sorry, I meant os' desire
He keeps a firm, comfortable grip, pumping slowly. There's power in having Ed trapped in his fist like this, but all that matters to him here and now is working the frantic energy out of Ed's system.]
There is a bottle of unscented lotion behind you, if you'd like. [He frowns, not looking up.] In the bottom drawer.