Avery
Tipple-Tossing Tatterdemalion
"It was something you clearly liked." Edmund didn't know if such an observation should have left him feeling abashed or not. Much like how physical intimacy was new to Oliver, uninhibited emotional expression was new to Edmund. He wasn't reserved, but curbed emotions seen as undignified or socially unexceptionable of his class and gender. To do otherwise welcomed hostility among peers. Though much of that he was already subject to due to being a scurrilous bastard with an unrestrained tongue. Regardless, boundaries were gradually shuddering to dust between he and Oliver. And if open expression made Oliver happy, then Edmund supposed it made him happy as well. Because Oliver was his happiness.
"And here I was, about to bask in your blandishments only to hear I'm potentially bested by a beverage." Edmund feigned hurt in jest before positioning himself between Oliver's thighs. The covers shifted and settled protectively around them, daring almost to knot them in. "I'll have to better demonstrate my superiority to tea then, now won't I?" With a cutting grin, Edmund began kissing a trail down Oliver's chest, gently nipping what skin he could pull between his teeth. He adored the way Oliver's body fit against his. His fingers slotted so well between the dips of Oliver's ribs. And his palms gripped near puzzle-perfect to Oliver's hips. It was in such musings that an idea came to mind.
"Do you want the same as before, or would you be open to try something a little different?" Edmund asked, looking up through the thin of his lashes as he did.
"And here I was, about to bask in your blandishments only to hear I'm potentially bested by a beverage." Edmund feigned hurt in jest before positioning himself between Oliver's thighs. The covers shifted and settled protectively around them, daring almost to knot them in. "I'll have to better demonstrate my superiority to tea then, now won't I?" With a cutting grin, Edmund began kissing a trail down Oliver's chest, gently nipping what skin he could pull between his teeth. He adored the way Oliver's body fit against his. His fingers slotted so well between the dips of Oliver's ribs. And his palms gripped near puzzle-perfect to Oliver's hips. It was in such musings that an idea came to mind.
"Do you want the same as before, or would you be open to try something a little different?" Edmund asked, looking up through the thin of his lashes as he did.