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button, then pushed Edvin’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool on the ground at his feet.

“Tell me, Eddie,” he murmured, running the pads of his fingers down Edvin’s happy trail and hooking them into the waistband of his pants. “What do you want?”

Edvin bit his lip. Oh Lord. Was “everything” an acceptable answer? Should he just say, “I have no idea, because the little bit of sex I had before I found you didn’t feel even half as good as a single one of your kisses”? Or… or maybe he could just admit that he wanted Leo to decide; that he knew for sure that anything they did together would be amazing; that he wanted Leo to tell him what Leo wanted, because Edvin wanted to make him happy, too.

For the first time in Edvin’s life, he was half naked and fully hard and actually felt sexy and wanted and confident(-ish) standing that way in front of another person, and honestly, that felt almost as good as the orgasm that was coming.

Well, that was hopefully coming.

No… not hopefully. The way Leo kept looking at him? Unnnnnnghhhh. Edvin would be lucky if he didn’t come before he even got his pants off.

“Tell me,” Leo said more firmly, flicking open the button at Edvin’s waist.

“Oh Lord,” Edvin croaked, suddenly so hard that it actually hurt as all remaining blood rushed south. His pants were too tight, his balls too heavy, his dick throbbing with a deliciously torturous ache that made him feel a little desperate. “I-I-I-I want… L-L-Leo, I w-w-want…”

Oh fudging shizzle. Dratted blast. His mouth wasn’t cooperating. He could barely breathe, much less speak. He just… he wanted, couldn’t Leo see that?

Leo smiled, slow and dirty, and Edvin’s breath hitched, something hot and desperate and delicious unfurling inside him. Okay then. Leo could see that… and it was somehow even more of a turn on to know that Leo knew, but had decided to toy with him anyway.

“You want… what, darling?” Leo asked, sliding Edvin’s zipper down and letting his knuckles drag over Edvin’s underwear as he went, pressing against the full length of his shaft and making Edvin feel a little crazy. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

Edvin whimpered, his hips thrusting forward without permission.

This. He wanted this.

Leo’s thumb brushed over the wet spot darkening Edvin’s underwear, right over the head of his cock.

Okay, he wanted more of that, too.

“You’re wet for me, beautiful,” Leo said, doing it again and throwing in another one of those wicked smiles that made Edvin want to moan. “…but I still don’t know what you want.”

Oh Lord. Yes he did, better than Edvin did himself… and he was already giving it to him. But Edvin could give Leo what he wanted, too. He could tell him, the way Leo kept pressing him to. Find the words. Make himself say out loud all the embarrassing things that normally he wouldn’t even let himself think.

“I want… want you to p-p-play with me,” he whispered, his eyes darting toward the cat toys.

His cheeks flared with the kind of heat that, if he’d been with anyone else, would have tangled his tongue into an impenetrable knot. But this wasn’t anyone else. This was Leo, whose eyes darkened with lust as soon as the words left Edvin’s mouth, a hungry, possessive look in them that had Edvin pushing his hips forward again, offering himself.

Leo slipped his hand inside Edvin’s open fly and palmed him with a low growl. “Eddie,” he rumbled, tangling his free hand in the back of Edvin’s short hair and leaning in to bite at the sensitive skin below his ear, “tell me more.”

Oh Lord. More?

“I w-w-w-want you t-t-to… to do any… um, a-a-anything you w-w-want,” he forced himself to admit, clutching at Leo’s shoulders. It felt both mortifying and freeing to say, and even though Leo was still touching him over his underwear—heck, his pants were open but they weren’t even pulled down yet—Edvin suddenly felt more exposed than he ever had in his life. But instead of making him want to hide away in shame, all that vulnerable exposure felt… sexy.

Edvin felt sexy.

Edvin felt sexy for Leo.

“I want this,” Leo said, his hand suddenly closing around the outline of Edvin’s shaft. “I want you. And right now, I want to make you fall apart for me, darling.”

His thumb rubbed over Edvin’s wet cockhead, again and again until Edvin could barely breathe, and giving Leo what he wanted? That… that wasn’t going to be a