Meow. It's been a while. Have this. Inspired by the eddisode 'Ruined' where they stumble across that ancient tomb beneath their house. Heavilyyyy inspired by another fic I read based on destiel (I know - who reads destiel these days? That's right, I do. I still read destiel)

Anyway, I wrote this in one session, so if there are any mistakes sorry cuz I don't even bother to edit my works anymore until after posting them. This is also much longer than I anticipated, which is unit bc it's incredibly fan-servicy and there's like, basically no real plot to this. It's nsfw but there's no actual sex yet. Uh that will b in the next chapter bc I'm too tired rn to finish writing it rn lol

Word count: 6.5k+

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Leave it up to Edd—the expert of conundrums—to somehow drag you down into an ancient and, more than anything, CURSED Egyptian tomb burial ground. If it weren't for that hideously charming pout and those rounded puppy eyes he seems to enjoy weaponizing for his own gain, then perhaps you'd still be lounging up in the comforts of your bedroom, a movie before you and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn snuggled in your lap whilst mindlessly scrolling through the brain rot of your instagram's fyp. No, because that totally doesn't sound super amazing right about now. Sarcasm.

You lean against the dust walls of the crypt, delicate yet faded hieroglyphs lining its limestone surface. When you pull your hand away, you wrinkle your nose, attempting to wipe its dust on the surface of the cotton shirt you adorned. Luckily, you decided to forgo any over layers, seeing as the humidity of your surroundings has a small trail of sweat trailing down your collarbone and disappearing beneath the valley hidden under your thin shirt. The dinginess of the dimly lit zone has your lungs working overtime as you attempt to breathe in the air, but you startle when you turn around, face coming within inches of Edd's, to which he hushes you in response.

"Do you hear that?" He whispers.

You strain your ears, attempting to hear what exactly he's tuned in on, but find only the ringing of silence thrum inside your head except for Edd's shallow breathing, which fans lightly across your face. You quirk a brow, not understanding as he points up a finger.

"Exactly - it's too quiet. Not even a fly," he states matter-of-factly. "Think the others are doing alright?"

Right. Another one of Edd's brilliant ideas. 'Hey guys, look at this super cool and super old Egyptian crypt. Mayhaps we should all split up on the off chance we find some treasure?' You roll your eyes internally. While Tom and Tord squabbled over who should be partnered with Edd, the green hoodied man had taken your wrist and dragged you off with him, leaving the other three to bicker amongst themselves before they even realized the departure of the pair of you. Perhaps it was his way of ending that debate, rather wanting to have someone who wouldn't try to make things any more complicated. But between the two of you, that would hardly even be a second thought of who might that be, Edd being the complete opposite of conventional and un-complicated.

You think about Edd's question. Well, sure, you wanna say yes. But knowing these guys, it's... hard to say. Having already witnessed an innumerable amount of deaths—ones which you're not sure if they'll ever even come back alive from, to which you're often surprised by when they do in fact come back—you're inclined to just say nothing of the matter, your brain already too busy trying to keep yourself alive, for that matter.

"Edd,why don't we just—"

"Hold that thought, (name)."

Annnnd, he's off again. Great.

You watched him walk across, down towards another section of room, trailing behind lethargically. The torch he held had made something glint from beyond the darkness of the walls, catching your eyes. He held it higher, revealing a plaque with an encryption engraved into the stone. A beautiful green jewel is sat upon its surface, strangely button-like and very, very pushable. You attempt to read the words carved below it:

Press upon this bejeweled emerald for those who deem themselves worthy enough of the treasures upon treasures hidden beyond these walls, which there upon must face a Trial of six truths and undergo—

"Press!" Edd pushes his finger into the button, prompting the stone plate to sink into the wall and disappear. It triggers the wall beside it to shift, the movement making the room rumble and shake until finally revealing another room. You look over at Edd and glare at him.

"You daft idiot. I was reading that! What if it was important?"

He waves his hand in the air nonchalantly, already stepping through the room.

"Pfft- Focus on the keywords, (name). All we need to know is that it mentioned treasure!" He says gleefully, dopamine receptors being overridden by the mere mentioned of any treasures.

Fuck, you should have gone with Tord or something instead. Although, that thought makes you realize you probably would have been dead already anyways when he would inevitably push you into a room full of traps first to save himself. God, why were you friends with these guys again?

You pass through the walls, looking around and inspecting your surroundings. It's... oddly cleaner. Nicer. The air- you inhale - it no longer has that thick musk brought on by the dinginess of the corroded limestone. But now it took on something lighter, as if breathing in the air found upon the higher altitudes of a mountain. Crisp. It's all too welcoming, and you almost forgot how awful it was being stuffed into this horrible underground temple. Perhaps the excitement of that has your body tingling too, as if static has stuck your clothes to your skin and you can feel the buzzing sensations brought on from it. It isn't unpleasant.

Edd perches the torch upon the wall, the new area being much easier to see as it is now endowed in bright moonlight. His eyes flicker to yours, and he tilts his head towards the direction of a new door across the room that remained shut, silently asking for you to join him. You concede and make your way beside him and again, your eyes catch into the plaque next to it- much like the previous wall. There's another encryption.

Upon this ancient path you tread,
Where silence reigns and echoes spread,
To journey forth, you must entwine,
Two hands must clasp, and fate align,

You rub your chin in thought then look up at Edd, your eyes flickering between his own curious pair and his hands. You can't help the way your face heats up the slightest bit. Of course, it's just the weather, right? Despite the fact the room is rather cool, and you wore merely a thin tshirt, pfft. Ridiculous.

"You... do know what this means, right?" You gulp,

He nods his head slowly as if in deep thought.

"We have to work in unison to break down this door: Hulk style."

You smack his head.

"You idiot- we have to hold hands. See?" You say, pointing at the words before you. "Two hands must clasp."

He rubs at the part of his scalp that was smacked and grumbles.

"Do we have to? I don't really want to hold hands with the same person that's been abusing me."

You scoff at his words and look away. "Obviously, I'm not going to be forcing you to do anything. This is your stupid adventure anyways," you huff and fold your arms upon one another. You don't say anything, feeling more peeved than ever and try to ignore the stupid thrumming of your heart.

There's a hot moment of just silence until you hear him sigh. A hand, larger and warmer than yours, clasps over your shoulder and you managed to hold in the squeak of surprise that threatened to spill. He nudges your shoulder so you spin around to face him, gently unfolding your arms so they lay by your sides. The way his fingers run down along your forearm has the hair standing on end. You look up at him in bewilderment, but find that he's not looking your direction, eyes trained elsewhere across the room.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, and for a moment the tingle that rushes up your arm has a flurry of butterflies overwhelming your belly, and you too can't help but look away. You also can't help the way your fingers tighten just a fraction, and you stay like that for a moment.

The stone door shifts open, and you quickly let go.

•

This new room is not anymore different than the last, though there were a few bits and pieces there of shattered terracotta pots sat upon waist-height podiums that you observe. Unfortunately, there is not much else of value. What kind of trial was this anyway? And how would it know whether you performed the things asked of you? These questions circled within your head as you anxiously tighten your fist, eyes catching sight of the next trial written into the stone tablet.

Your eyes gloss over the words, widening.

In chambers where the last lies still,
To move ahead, you must fulfill,
A gesture of warmth in the dark,
Embrace another, leave your mark

A hug? Now you have to hug?

You turn to Edd and shake your head.

"I can't do this. We have to go." You make your way towards where you came from, but his hand launches out, tugging on your sleeve tight enough to put a stop to your motion.

"Hang on - we can't just leave like this!" He all but whines. You attempt to shrug him off, but he's persistent in his hold - even pulling you in closer so you stumble slightly in your footing.

"This is getting weird. Besides, why don't you just bring back one of the other boys to do it with you?" You glare softly. But really, the bite isn't there as it's just to distract him from the dumb blush you struggle to fight off of your face in response.

"Well, I don't wanna do it with the others!" He huffs. His exclamation has your heart jumping at the intention of his words, and your hands' grip loosens. Until he finishes. "They're too far away, and they're probably dead by now. Besides, I promise I'll split the treasure with you 30/70."

Your glare hardens.

"...or at least 40/60?" He lifts his voice towards the end. God, he's so fucking annoying. You tut at his words.

You reach your hands out and grasp the front of his hoodie, jerking him forward in a way that catches his off guard. And then you wrap your arms around his mid-riff, face planted into the soft cotton that just so wonderfully smells of him—the faint smell of detergent, the cola that is permanently etched into his clothes, and even the faint musk of his cologne. It reeks of him, and you hate it.

You grumble through his clothes. "40/60 it is, then. But I'm taking the 60, you arsehole."

You feel a small rumble through his chest, which you presume to be him laughing. And then his arms clasp behind you, chin resting atop your head.

"Sure."

And then the wall opens.

•

This time, when seeking out the next clue, Edd actually reads the words on the stone and lets out a small, strangled choke. Your eyes gloss over the words, widening. Well, at least Edd understood this one without explanation.

"K-kiss?!"

But it's unmistakable, the words etched into its rough surface, clear as a sunny day:

In the depths where shadows play,
To pass beyond the ancient fray,
A touch of lips is the key to see,
A fleeting kiss unlocks the mystery

You slam your fist down onto the wall.

"Damn, this stupid crypt! What are your secrets?!"

Edd interjects, voice piping up.

"Oh! There's a small note written at the bottom of the tablet," he says, leaning over and squinting his eyes to get a good look at it. "Also, from now on, you have to perform each action instructed for at least 3 minutes. We will know."

"Now they're just making shit up!" You point an accusatory finger at it. You grasp at your hair, tangling your fingers into it. "C'mon, Edd. The treasure can't possibly be this good to be worth the hassle."

He scoffs.

"Oh, please - it can't be that unbearable having to kiss me. At least we're not getting torched alive or spiked by some monstrous contraption."

You run a hand over your face and sigh.

"Well, yeah - but this is just painfully awkward to do as friends, is it not? You're practically, my uh- brother!" You fumble, attempting to control your voice which has already, embarrassingly enough, broke over five times in that sentence alone.

"Well, welcome to Alabama! Because you're coming over and giving me that kiss!" He steps toward, to which you step back in response to. You step behind one of those podiums, using it as a barrier to distance yourself from Edd.

"Don't just think about the treasure, you stupid cola-headed freak!" You huff, hands placed upon the surface of the podium. "You gotta think about what happens after we leave this damn place. Are you sure this isn't overstepping the boundaries a little bit?"

Edd makes a face at your words, your insults becoming much more convoluted and strangely specific as the night drags on, though he takes your words into consideration.

"Then," he begins, biting his tongue in brief pause, "we'll shake on it. No weirdness after this, alright? Just friends being friends and helping one another out, okay? It won't have to be a big deal."

You squint your eyes in a 'how do I know that's true?' sort of fashion that Edd sees through, and he sighs.

"Look - just, uh, try it out this one time, and if you don't like it, you have full permission to push me away." He gestures his arms out, a sheepish grin on his face. "What d'you say, sister from another mister?"

You look him over, eyes flickering over his features (and desperately trying to rip your gaze away from his lips), feeling your shoulders slack, and you step around the podium, now facing Edd properly. Now, it was merely your height difference that truly separated the two of you as you tried to size him up, but failing to do so as you are, well, a head shorter than him.

"One: please don't say call me that. Even if we are just friends and it means nothing, that's fucking weird, man." You grimace at his strange jokes, wrinkling your nose in disgust. "And two: no tongue." You put your fingers up while listing your conditions, Edd looking down at you, considering your words seriously. Before you can put your hand back down, he clasps his around your wrist, pulling you toward him so that your faces are only a few inches away. Your other hand shoots out, gripping onto the front of his hoodie to stabilize yourself, and you don't even realize the way your breathing halts at the proximity and sudden boldness of Edd's actions.

Oh, mother of Christ.

You inspect one another's face, and from this distance, it's hard not to notice the way his irises trail down along your features and inevitably land on your parted lips looking oh-so kissable. His head shakes, seemingly to dismiss the thoughts in his head you can't hear, and he gulps, bringing you closer.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He mutters. "Three minutes, right? Make sure you're counting - I'm crap with time." And then he presses his lips against yours before you can retort, and it's like all the oxygen in your body is seemingly leaving you. For a moment or two, there's not much movement from your side, and you figured well, you're already kissing him - you might as well try to enjoy it, right? Then you press back into him, lips melting into his. Warm hands cradle the back of your head, attempting to help you as you struggle to reach him due to the height disparity, and you swear you can feel the way he grins knowing this, despite the fact you are already standing on your toes.

You didn't take into account just how long three minutes would feel, actually. It's probably only been half a minute, and you feel your head spinning, brain fogging from such a sweet and gentle touch you never thought you would experience with Edd of all people. You can barely handle it, and you pull away to catch your breath, hands attempting to push him back to regain yourself for just a moment - but it seems Edd is having none of that. His hands cupping your face eagerly pull you back to him, lips chasing yours, but you're still weak from the first kiss and can barely push him away, a soft whine parting from your lips - sound hardly recognisable as your own. My god, just one kiss, and you're already this debauched? You can't help the shame you feel.

"Not yet." Edd mutters under his breath, his lips meeting yours again. "This doesn't mean anything - you said it yourself." He lands another kiss on your lips. "We have to finish this now."

Your mind is hazy, and you can barely register his words, choosing instead to follow his lips each time he pulls back and pressing his lips back into yours with a certain harshness you wouldn't have associated with the brunette. His domineering nature is one you didn't account for, so to be feeling this way from such a small action - it has you questioning everything you ever knew about him.

"You like this..." he enunciates with a kiss in between. "Playing with me -" his grip tightens ever so slightly. "Torturing me...?" He presses his lips harder into yours.

"Mhhpm..." you can only muffle into the heated kiss.

"Open..." he speaks lowly between kisses. "Your mouth."

"E-Edd..." you hiccup. But he's having none of it, the ferocity of his actions only growing stronger. Fuck, if he keeps going like this- only thoughts of Edd swirled in your minds, if not for the white-knuckled grip you had on his jacket and his hands cradling your face, you're sure your knees would have given out long ago.

"This means..." A kiss. "Nothing..." Another kiss. "To you..." Another hot kiss. "So, your mouth. Open."

A sound leaves you when he snakes one of his other hands around this time to snake itself around your waist, pulling you taut to his body. He actually bites down on your bottom lip, forcing a gasp to leave you, and then he makes a move, his tongue coming through to tangle itself with your own. When a whine from inside your chest leaves you, you want to shrivel up and die, but it only encourages Edd further in his advances. He devours you wholly and hungrily, a wet sound leaving you two as saliva begins to pool inside your mouths. And as gross as that sounds, it leaves a disturbing effect that has your thighs clenching together at the suddenness of his actions, feeling the inside of your thighs slicking up wonderfully in response.

It was messy, and the way his tongue laced over the roof of your mouth had you scrunching your eyes tighter, fighting off your body's involuntary response. He was all around you - everything you feel, everything you smell, and everything you taste. Your lips are almost sore from the sheer ferocity in which he's got his lips locked with your own, and he can't help but admire the glossy look in your eyes, nor the way your swollen lips gasp in response to his fervent desire.

You knew there was no going back from this - this very kiss would never leave your mind, and you're sure it would be nearly impossible to look at him the same without remembering the sweltering-hot kiss you both are sharing. God, what were his words again? Could you even remember anything before this kiss? You didn't know, nor did you even care at this point in time.

And then, there was a wet pop as he pulled away from you. Eyes can't help but watch the string that connects you both. His hand, still holding your cheek, brushes gently over you. His eyes glossed over yours, almost meekly, gauging your expression with a sheepish grin as if to say 'sorry about the tongue'—which was, in essence, futile and also irritating. Mostly irritation towards yourself because despite the rule you had set, you enjoyed that wayyy more than you anticipated. So you didn't say anything, the gentle silence that took over the both of you, allowing yourselves time to breathe.

And then, with a shaky breath, he retracts away, stepping past you and through the next door.

•

In the hidden crypt where secrets sleep,
To venture forth, a promise keep,
Not lips but another place,
A deeper kiss don't make it chaste

If your face was red in the last one, you're sure you would outshine the brightest tomato out there at this point. You can't even form words, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Expecting Edd to share the same sentiment, you look up at him just to see the way he's scratching his chin in thought. Then he snaps his fingers.

"Well... it only specified not on the lips. So I could kiss anywhere else."

Your mind. Curse your stupid mind. You scrunch your eyes to will the thoughts away before they spiral out of control, face hot.

"And why are you the, uh, one that's kissing?" You manage to stumble out, not even sure why you're asking this in the first place - it's not like you even particularly care all that much, but it's all you can do to stop yourself from combusting. But Edd just looks at you like it was the dumbest thing you could ask - which, partially, yes it is - and simply snakes his head.

"Well, sure, you could try." He pokes your cheeks, mischief behind his eyes as he revels in your embarrassment. "But you don't look like you're in the state to take any initiative."

Obviously, this statement has your competitive side rearing its horns, and you tilt your chin up in challenge.

"What?! I can take initiative." You square him up, taking a step forward. "Just - crap, give me something!" You demand, not quite knowing what you're asking for exactly. He scoffs lightly.

"Alright." He brings his hand down to his pants, fingers tugging at his fly, and you immediately screech.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Your heart pounds in your chest. He simply pulls it up and puts his hands in the air, an air of nonchalance surrounding him.

"Just zipping up my fly. What did you think I was doing?"

Your ears are steaming at this point. He can make a pretty good actor when he wants to be, and you hate how it feels as if he's got a leg up on you already, doing anything he can just to embarrass you further.

"Whatever..." You mumble, trailing off until an idea pops up in your head. "Just - just give me your hand."

He arches a brow but lends a hand nonetheless. You grasp it on your own and look up at him through your lashes shyly.

"You don't... you don't have to watch, you know. Actually, I would rather you don't," you say, bringing his hand up to your lips. He sighs, looking away from you to spare you any further humiliation. You take that as a sign to begin and place a shy kiss to the palm of his hand. Then you place another, and then another, each progressively becoming longer than the last. It was awkward as all hell, hearing nothing but the sounds of your tentative lips smacking upon the skin of his palm. You thought, would it count if you placed kisses with time in between each, or would it go much faster if you simply just didn't remove your lips away from his skin? Opting instead to do a loooong kiss?

But you've already started, and you don't want to mess it up by experimenting too much. As it drags on, you find yourself venturing out and placing kisses around his hand. Then, at some point, you go to wet your lips with your tongue and accidentally lick at his finger. You feel the way he freezes at that, and a devious idea comes to mind. Slowly, you travel your lips along his fingers, then peek your tongue out, leaving a gentle strip along it. Edd shivers, and you take that as a sign to take it one step further and encase his fingers with the warm and wet confines of your mouth. He hisses, eyes scrunching, and then he looks down at you, your rounded eyes looking up at him all too innocently.

You liked it. You liked the way you finally gained one hand over him and tried not to lose your cool as you teasingly swirled your tongue around his two digits.

And then he pushes his fingers further in, your eyes widening. He tilts his head, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, seemingly in deep thought as his eyes never leave your mouth. He takes this time to experimentally stroke along the flat of your tongue and enjoy how saliva has begun to gather on the inside of your mouth, the excess leaking from the corners of your lips. A confused whine leaves you when he pushes down on the wet muscle, and your tummy flips. Somehow, you feel like he's flipped the situation on you again.

Oh, fuck, abort -

You move to pull away, but he tuts, thumb gripping your chin with his fingers in your mouth to keep it open and still so you can't move away from his touch.

"It's hasn't been three minutes yet."

His other hand comes around and cups your cheek, and momentarily he slips his fingers out your mouth - just enough to stroke the soaked appendages over your swollen lips. He eyes them hungrily. Such a shame he can't take your lips in his again. Well, at least, there's no particular rule about changing who's kissing who, because he swoops in, his lips working over the sensitive skin of your neck, and it takes you have to not fold.

He resumes his previous ministrations, fingers tapping at the entrance of your lips.

"Open." He grumbles between heated kisses across the expanse of your nape. You comply, his fingers swiftly slipping in and you practically moan around them, beginning to really enjoy the way his digits teases the insides.

It's hot - so, so hot. Your face is warm, heated up by the extreme proximity of Edd. His tongue laves across the column of your neck in tandem with the confident strokes of his fingers, lips coming up to nibble along the juncture towards your jaw and biting playfully at the shell of your sensitive ears. You shiver, feeling him breathe down it and the intrusion of all these sensations has that familiar heat pooling in your lower abdomen once again, hoping that he doesn't notice the way you try and fail to alleviate the heat between your thighs by squeezing them together.

Who is this man? God, even after all this time, you're shocked by all the new sides you see of him. Is this how you've always imagined him to be? Playful? Rough? The lewd sounds coming from you says so, and he wasn't even so much as touched you pass kisses above your collar.

He bites down at the tender spot between your neck and shoulder and you let out a keening whine that has him humming in response, enjoying how much he's affecting you in such little time. Around his fingers, you breathe heavily through your nose. And then you feel it, a hard prodding at your thigh that has your eyes widened as large as saucers.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. This does not seem just 'as friends' anymore.

With your last remaining bit of will, you place a hand over his chest and push him off. As you do so, his hand slips out of your mouth, and he retracts from you. It takes a lot to look away from his confused eyes - hungry and glazed over.

Shakily, you point towards the now open door.

"It's open." You croak.

•

You both take your time before crossing over to the next trial. Just two minutes to regain yourself is all you need, you told him. A slap on the face to remind yourself this was a trial of endurance, right? God, fuck, was it delusional to believe this could still be a relationship salvageable between friends? Unfortunately, you still didn't have a clue how to answer that.

Edd coughs, burning back your attention, and you took a breath before turning back around.

"So, what's uh, up with this room?" You ask, scratching at your elbow awkwardly.

This room is marginally different than the previous ones you entered. It's... much nicer. It no longer even looks like the inside of a tomb. It's strange. You have a feeling this is more than simply any tomb. It feels magic. Like it's alive and it's testing the two of you right now. Is that weird to say? But it really feels like something is forcing the two of you to come together to complete this trial. So far it's made you do... compromising things. But to be fair, they're quite innocent. Maybe... it was the two of you who simply got carried away with the task? You cross your fingers, hoping this next will be easier.

Edd walks up to the new door and reads aloud:

In this hallowed hall where echoes blend,
To move ahead, a gesture must mend,
Skin to skin with a touch so light,
Fondle upon the chest to set things right

Your soul has left your body.

"Did it just say 'fondle'? Like, did I hear that right? This ancient tablet has the words 'fondle' etched into it? Like, for real? You're not lying?" You spout out questions one after the other, not believing your ears.

Even Edd is in shambles, his face lighting up with a flush of pink on his cheeks. Yet, he can't possibly pass on such a good opportunity.

"Heh. Now this is what you'd call a booby trap."

You kick him on his backside and he reels in pain, groaning at the sudden force. You growl at him, face ablaze.

"This is no time for your damn puns, Edd! Seriously!"

He rubs at the point of contact, face twisted in pain.

"Alright, alright. Well, if you're truly uncomfortable, we don't have to do anything." He lifts his hands in defense.

The sudden words of reassurance actually makes you pause, not really expecting him to relent so fast without a bit of back and forth first.

"Huh?"

"That's right," he says, straightening himself. "Like I said, I'm not gonna force you into anything - if you're uncomfortable then we should just go. We can do that, alright?" He reassures. Somehow his words allow you to simmer down, thinking it through as you mull it over. Well, since he so kindly reminds you that you have control over this, it actually makes you really, truly consider, well, continuing the trial. You gnaw at your lip.

"...almost finished," you murmur softly, to which he makes a sound to indicate he's not quite sure what you're saying. Then you clear your throat, speaking your thoughts more clearly now.

"We're almost finished with the trial. This is the second last, right? Let's just brace ourselves and power through it." You speak with more certainty in your tone now. "I'll just... turn around while you do it. That way you can, I dunno, imagine me as someone else or character or something."

He huffs, bringing his hands to his hips.

"And how am I supposed to do that with you standing in front of me?" He quirks a brow. "I could say the same for you - just imagine my hands as someone else's. What about one of the others?"

"I don't want to imagine the other boys." You feel the denial crawling out your throat before you can stop it, and gulp. "I mean, I trust you, Edd. So it would be hard for me to imagine it as anyone else, really."

He scoffs affectionately, taking it, and seeing as maybe that'll be the most he can possibly get from you.

"Likewise."

He takes steps towards you, and it's strange but you can sense his hesitation with the way his arms are awkwardly hanging in the air, unsure of what to do. After everything you've done, what's a little more? You think to yourself. You turn around and take his hands into yours. He mutters a last are you sure? But you're already pulling them beneath the cotton of your shirt and placing them over the soft plush of your chest. His fingers twitch in place, involuntarily squeezing around them softly as he sucks in a sharp breath. He's incredibly awkward right now and unmoving. That's no good. You look up at him.

"I believe the key word was fondle." You try to speak matter-of-factly, gulping down any hesitations as you place your hands over his and pushing them further into your breasts. "Skin to skin. Like this." You maneuver his hands, encouraging him to squeeze them freely.  You feel him release a shaky breath right by your ear, and he speaks hoarsely.

"Then bear with me for a few minutes."

After that he doesn't say much, but you feel him regain some confidence as he begins to work his hands into them.

It was electrifying, the way his touch sent sparks through you. Kissing him was nothing on this as you felt his hands work you. Honestly, you didn't expect his hands to have such a strong effect on you, having to bite your lip to keep the noises at bay. His fingers crossing over the peaks of your buds has your tummy twisting in delight.

You do well, staying quiet mostly, aside from the occasional sighs leaving you - you could only hope Edd doesn't notice. But if he has, he hasn't commented on it, instead allowing himself to focus on the sensations of his palms squeezing at your soft and delectably sensitive mounds. A particular shift from him where he accidentally tugs a little more harshly at one of your aching buds has you gasping, and he can only curse softly in response. He repeats the action, another shiver and shudder of your breath passing through your lips.

Or, perhaps it was intentional after all. Seeing as you are focusing so much on remaining quiet had only drove the brunette to work more on tweaking the buds of your nipples to elicit more sweet moans from you. God, the way you melt into his touch is so fucking cute. He feels it again, the build up inside him threatening to take over and force you into compromising positions that will potentially have you begging for more. But like a rabbit, he's afraid of scaring you away. Just slowly at a time.

He twirls his finger teasingly at the center of your breast and you keen in delight, thighs pressing up against one another.

"Edd..." you whine his name—and god if that wasn't the sexiest thing he's ever heard—you throw your head back to lean onto his shoulder. "You just have to f-fondle... you don't need to do all that."

Of course something about you—your words, your actions—it has him wanting to exactly opposite of what you're asking for, because god knows you're looking for so much more than what he's giving you right now.

"Yeah?" He breathes out. "If you don't like it, why're you crying my name all pretty for?"

Jesus Christ. Heat shoots through you at his words, and you're now hyper-aware of the way your shirt sticks to your skin uncomfortably. You drop your head forward, moaning lowly, not caring anymore, the pink hue on your face taking over. Edd takes this as an invitation to lean over you, lips attaching itself to the newly exposed skin.

"Oh," you curve the vowel and fall forward, your hands reaching out to stabilize yourself against the wall. Edd's arm comes around to snake around your waist, holding you up as one hand continues to grope at your chest. You feel it now, the way he shamelessly pushes his hardened length against your clothed behind, and you arch your back to help him gain further access. He grunts out, a sweat trickling down his forehead as he continues his simultaneous attacks on your body. His tongue enjoys the saltiness of your skin as he nibbles and sucks along your nape, but he can't help but feel jealous of his hands, wishing he could devour the supple flesh between his palms wholly. Instead, he pulls your face towards him and captures your lips in his once again. You gasp into his mouth, tongues immediately curling around one another in a display so primal it has your lower abdomen curling in on itself inside of you.

Fuck.And you can't help but enjoy knowing that is hands—the same hands you had imagined for so long that kept you tortured—were now splayed and tugging greedily at you as if starved his whole life. It was reinventing, knowing that the feelings of hunger shared between you both were mutual.

You feel a rumbling beneath your finger tips and look up, seeing the wall open up. You go to say something, your lips parting from his, but all that comes out is a breathy moan as he grinds into you from behind, uncaring.

"Ugh- fuck, Edd," you call out to him. "T-the door..."

He freezes, and slows down. It's like a bucket of ice water had been poured over him as he tries to straighten himself. He's gentlemanly enough to tug your shirt back down, and then he coughs into his hand, looking up at the ceiling.

"I got carried away - sorry. Let's get going."

And then he briskly brushes last you, leaving you, quite frankly, dazed and utterly fucking horny.

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I'll update this again, it'll only be another 1k words more or smth I promise, so good night everyone and enjoy even if got real crappy towards the end bc i was fighting against sleep to keep this idea alive, anywho ciao ciao