[Everything falls away around them when their lips touch. As they re-learn the shape and feel and taste of each other, every kiss both a triumphant celebration of life and an act of defiance against everything that would tear them apart. Dressing can wait.]
I missed you. [He pants against Ed’s mouth. His next breath catches – not because any of this hurts but because it doesn’t. Because his skin aches to know the kindness of Ed's touch all over again.
Taking Ed’s hand, he lays it gently over his heart.
It goes without saying that this, too, will always be Ed’s.]
[Oswald's desire is so clear and pure that for a moment it takes Ed's own breath away and he swallows thickly, moving closer and pressing his palm against Oswald's thin chest so he can feel his heart beating away against it.]
I missed you too.
[He husks and then kisses him again, this time a little more hungrily.]
I missed your lips, I missed how sweet they taste.
[His eyes stay shut after Ed gently pulls away. As if he's afraid this is nothing more than a fading, pleasant dream.]
...I want to feel you. [The warmth and weight of Ed's body over his. The comfort and safety of that place Ed makes for him in his arms.] Touch me. Please.
[He says and smiles brightly before moving the box of cufflinks aside, not wanting to spill any of Oswald's precious stones to the floor. He the slips his hands up both of Oswald's arms and onto his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again as he gently pushes at him to lay down.]
[A pleasant wooziness washes over him as Ed settles him into bed. His robe falls open, baring the hollow of his throat, the delicate ridge of a collarbone. Bandages, still clean and white. He softens into the mattress a little, looking up at Ed hazily through his lashes. Lips damp and tingling with the memory of his kisses.
He lifts a hand to stroke Ed’s arm in a tender, half-absent sort of way.]
I love you, Ed. [He breathes. Tears prick his eyes.] I always will, no matter what the future may bring. Never forget this.
[He reminds Oswald and leans down to place a few soft kisses against Oswald's exposed throat.]
I love you too, with all my heart.
[Slowly he kisses his way back up and onto Oswald's lips, sweeping his tongue into his mouth to quickly taste him while his one hand gently tugs his robe open a little more.]
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I missed you. [He pants against Ed’s mouth. His next breath catches – not because any of this hurts but because it doesn’t. Because his skin aches to know the kindness of Ed's touch all over again.
Taking Ed’s hand, he lays it gently over his heart.
It goes without saying that this, too, will always be Ed’s.]
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I missed you too.
[He husks and then kisses him again, this time a little more hungrily.]
I missed your lips, I missed how sweet they taste.
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...I want to feel you. [The warmth and weight of Ed's body over his. The comfort and safety of that place Ed makes for him in his arms.] Touch me. Please.
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[He says and smiles brightly before moving the box of cufflinks aside, not wanting to spill any of Oswald's precious stones to the floor. He the slips his hands up both of Oswald's arms and onto his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again as he gently pushes at him to lay down.]
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He lifts a hand to stroke Ed’s arm in a tender, half-absent sort of way.]
I love you, Ed. [He breathes. Tears prick his eyes.] I always will, no matter what the future may bring. Never forget this.
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[He reminds Oswald and leans down to place a few soft kisses against Oswald's exposed throat.]
I love you too, with all my heart.
[Slowly he kisses his way back up and onto Oswald's lips, sweeping his tongue into his mouth to quickly taste him while his one hand gently tugs his robe open a little more.]