The kiss was nice and Jonathan let himself fall into it, chasing after the feeling with an adrenaline spike right through him. He pulled back and he could still tasted Edward on his lips. "Oxytocin. I have been deprived. Oxytocin. Vasopressin." His dick was hard, his heart was racing and Edward was the only safe thing. The feel of him, the scent, the warmth. His whole body shivered.
"You want to be worshiped. Narcissist. Egotist." He giggled and tilted his head back, grinning. "Lucky day. Lucky boy. Dream boy. I think I made you exist just for me." And wasn't that an amazing power. His teenage daydream was a person. A very annoying, too powerful person who he would definitely need to have revenge on.
Ah well. Later. For now, he kissed him again, chasing after that beautiful sensation.
Oh, he was storing a lot of that information away for later. What a marvellous stash of confirmations and new discoveries he had there. Edward made sure to commit it all to memory, to properly analyse it later, because right now was the time to feel more so than think. Not that he could ever entirely shut off his brain.
Even as he kissed back and kept kissing Jonathan, giving him the sensations he needed to counterbalance that toxic cocktail still coursing through him.
In the end he stayed longer than he probably should have, especially with Bolton as head of security, but it was difficult to tear himself away. He whispered words to Jonathan before leaving him, sweet nothings and promises that might be empty or might not be. Then he had to go, both their pants stickier than they ought to be, and Edward's heart beating up to his throat from the high of arousal and affirmation and the dim fear of retribution. It never got boring, being him.
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"You want to be worshiped. Narcissist. Egotist." He giggled and tilted his head back, grinning. "Lucky day. Lucky boy. Dream boy. I think I made you exist just for me." And wasn't that an amazing power. His teenage daydream was a person. A very annoying, too powerful person who he would definitely need to have revenge on.
Ah well. Later. For now, he kissed him again, chasing after that beautiful sensation.
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Even as he kissed back and kept kissing Jonathan, giving him the sensations he needed to counterbalance that toxic cocktail still coursing through him.
In the end he stayed longer than he probably should have, especially with Bolton as head of security, but it was difficult to tear himself away. He whispered words to Jonathan before leaving him, sweet nothings and promises that might be empty or might not be. Then he had to go, both their pants stickier than they ought to be, and Edward's heart beating up to his throat from the high of arousal and affirmation and the dim fear of retribution. It never got boring, being him.