[ log: ed + al ]

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[ AU!Continuation from this post.

He can feel the way Al tenses beneath him and he doesn't like it. He doesn't want Al to withdraw or even feel uncomfortable. He wants Al to be warm and alive and molded against him like he should be. And though it feels slightly wrong to initiate anything (because how much of it is out of concern for Al and not

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[His eyes follow as Ed moves, too afraid that if he moves or says anything that he might end up hearing Ed use that tone of voice with him again. He doesn't bother making repositioning easy for the other boy either, but as the hair falls to darken the space between their faces even more he finds himself confused. The look he's getting and the words he got, two different things and he's not about to act on either. So when Ed says his name again, he just stares up, unblinking and lost in those golden eyes

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[ In all honestly, he hadn't expected Al to move his fingers from where they were pressed to his chest, so when the tips brush against his marked skin, it makes his breath catch once more. And this time, the motion is coupled with lashes fluttering down to steadily flushing cheeks. He's let his tattoo go a bit far again, but with the way things have been lately, he simply put it out of his mind as something inconsequential compared to everything else. Now, it's at the forefront of his mind, making him curse himself for delaying because he can already feel the hold the ink threatens to take on him and his body

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[He's never noticed before (well, maybe he has), how Edward is always so prone and receptive to his touch. He's always been so quick to initiate a warm hug or a reassuring embrace that has his head buried against Ed that he hasn't quite had this kind of view to watch how Ed reacts as his hands move over him

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[ Just before their lips finally meet, their breaths mingling in the milliseconds before, it feels like forever, and he almost cries from relief into the kiss. It's been weeks since the drunk kiss he'd foisted on Al after the binge with Aizen, and since the morning after, he's been aching for Al in ways that he's never quite been willing to admit to himself. But he has Al now, so unexpectedly after having just been reunited with the boy that shares his brother's face and has shred his bed for two years. All thought of Alfons is gone, though, because all he can thing of is Al and the feel of his brother's warm, firm, slightly chapped lips pressed to his own