God give him strength. He hated that it worked. He hated that he got hard, that he felt his pulse race and his heart clench. He hated that the noises were all he wanted to hear. He fucking hated that Edward had done it, he'd cracked it. He had fucking worked him out. Jonathan put both hands on Edward and pulled him away, looking into his eyes as he faked fear and -- hell, he was good at it. He just wasn't dilated enough in the eyes. Pity but close enough. Most would never know. "And the Oscar goes to..."
Jonathan sighed and then reached out, cupping one side of Edward's face and forcing him to look at him. "You really wanna play that bad? Come on, Ed. Have dignity."
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God give him strength. He hated that it worked. He hated that he got hard, that he felt his pulse race and his heart clench. He hated that the noises were all he wanted to hear. He fucking hated that Edward had done it, he'd cracked it. He had fucking worked him out. Jonathan put both hands on Edward and pulled him away, looking into his eyes as he faked fear and -- hell, he was good at it. He just wasn't dilated enough in the eyes. Pity but close enough. Most would never know. "And the Oscar goes to..."
Jonathan sighed and then reached out, cupping one side of Edward's face and forcing him to look at him. "You really wanna play that bad? Come on, Ed. Have dignity."