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Cold hands danced across his torso, a hiss escaping between gritted teeth. The urge to buck away just barely held at bay. The fingertips cold as ice. The fingernails icicles that dug into the hollows of his hips sharply in a way that stung beautifully.
No words were exchanged, just silent...almost mutual worship. They didn't make eye contact for a bit, one of the men too busy caressing the protruding ribcage of the other. Too busy feeling across every little inch of heavily marred skin.
Silence remained, its overwhelming grasp held tight onto the pair. A tiny gasp as Jon gripped his partner's shoulder when the cold fingertips suddenly trailed along a scar in a way that made goosebumps arise on his skin.
When the hand moved back down his chest again, an index finger running down his length, a gasp escaped. He tried to buck into the touch, craving the feeling. But he was prevented via Edwards other hand on his hip, holding him down. Jon could barely help the near silent whine that escaped him.
Jonathan's eyes narrowed into a glare when Edward simply laughed fondly. Pulling both hands away to rest them on Jon's thighs, he leaned in for a kiss. Jon, deciding to be petty, turned away at the last second, leaving Edward to kiss his cheek instead.
"Oh, don't be like that. You know how I like riling you up and it's not like you don't do the same."
At the (entirely accurate) reply, Jon crossed his arms. He shifted on the counter, jerking when his cock just barely dragged on the counter. He would've squeezed his legs together at that but Edward being stood between his legs prevented that.
"But you like when I tease you."
"I do. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy doing the same to you. You look pretty when you're desperate."
"Quit with the flattery and get on with it."
Finally Jonathan allowed Edward to kiss him. Nipping his lip, wanting to taste iron bloom on their tongues, Jon smiling when he got what he wanted. Edward barely hissed in pain but even then, he didn't pull away. He licked his blood off Jon's tongue before pulling away.
When Ed licked the spot blood on his bottom lip, he basked in the way Jon stared at him. As if he were the only thing in this world worth paying attention to. Good, as it should be. Edward was a performer after all, all eyes should be on him always. Ice-blue eyes on him, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
He shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor. Ignoring the green lump of fabric on the floor, Edward kicked it to the corner of their kitchen by the oven. One hand returned to hold the man's hip down as he reached down in the other pocket to fumble for his little bottle of lube he carried before coming to the kitchen...just in case.
It was a lazy afternoon, they had nothing to do, no plans, no meetings to attend. So they decided on making breakfast but clearly that took a turn. The sight of Jon just sitting on the counter looking so content and just genuinely...happy.
It made his heart swell just a little bit. There was time for heartfelt sentiments later. Because they finally had time.
For now, he was gonna focus on fucking his partner's brains out. He could imagine the scene perfectly, Jon sitting on the counter, falling apart with every thrust from Ed, every noise echoing in their dull, little kitchen.
Don't get Edward wrong. He did thoroughly enjoy when Jon took control and grabbed him by the throat until he was purple in the face. He liked when Jonathan would roughly fuck him until he was a crying mess. And other times, he enjoyed the gentle way Jon would gaze down at him while holding onto his hips. He especially loved when Jon grabbed his hair and fucked his face.
But he wanted some tenderness in this moment. Just...for once in a blue moon. He wanted to watch him fall apart beneath his very fingertips. To see Jonathan fluster when Edward gave his little praises. To feel his own heart beat in anticipation when Jonathan hit that tightrope of "not enough" and "too much".
And God, Edward always felt like...he was somehow creepy for this but the sight of Jonathan trying to hide his tear-filled eyes always brought him over the edge. And hard. The sight of Jonathan being so overstimulated that he was brought to tears made Edward burn with arousal. The only reason he wasn't more ashamed was that Jonathan also liked seeing Edward cry, which made it less weird and more mutual.
"Quit your daydreaming." Jon demanded, smacking Edwards shoulder with a glare painted on his features. His nose just barely scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed.
Edward cooed in a mocking manner, reaching out to smush Jon's face, holding his chin with one hand. He smiled at the way Jonathan glaring, Edward sighing as he then let go. Muttering out a "fine", he began to do as instructed which was "quit daydreaming" and to do something.
His hands found their way to his lover's thighs, running his index finger along the inside of his thigh. Just tracing an invisible line up and down in a leisurely manner that spoke of Edwards awareness of the time they had. There was no need for rushing, any sort of quickie type interactions.
Just a soft Saturday morning with his lover sitting on the counter. The sound of a cap popping sounded much louder than it was with the quiet echoing between them and wisping through the air. Jonathan jerked his hips when a cold, slicked up finger snaked between his legs.
"Couldn't have warned me?" Jon snapped. But when he saw the soft smile on Edward's face, he immediately lost his edge. A small part of him that bathed in this softness melted at the sight into putty. Moldable, content, very happy putty.
Edward delved his finger in, enjoying the way Jonathan's hands twitched at his sides. He knew exactly what it was. It was taking everything in Crane to not hide his face. Jon knew there was no point in trying, Edward always tore his hands from his face.
And if they were in the mood, if Jon tried to hide his face one too many times, Ed would revert to handcuffing his hands above his head. All of which was fun but Jon's arms always ached horribly afterwards. And they were in their kitchen where they didn't have handcuffs lying around.
Continuing to thrust a singular finger in and out, Edward exhaled sharply when he felt Jon's lips at his neck. Kisses that trailed from underneath Ed's jaw to his collarbone. Warm, gentle kisses. He could hear the way Jon occasionally gasped when his fingers hit just right.
Adding another finger when Jon impatiently wiggled his hips, clearly irritated with the leisurely pace Edward has taken on. Angry muttering from Jon's end until Edward smashed their lips together to make him stop said angry mutters. When he pulled away, Jonathan had a blush high on his cheeks, his eyes a bit wider than before at being shut up with a kiss.
"You- you take forever."
"I'm just a very doting partner is all."
"Uh huh. Get on with it, Nygma."
"Aren't we bossy today, Crane?" Edward shot back, a playful tone to him as he finally added that third finger, grinning into Jon's neck. The man's hips jerked again. God, he loved when Jon twitched and jerked in reaction to things he did.
Thrusting his fingers softly, they leaned into each other, the ex-psychologist burying his face in Ed's neck, his hands gripping his shoulders. He could gather that Jon was starting to hurtle towards that beloved tightrope.
They had passed "not enough" and were approaching "too much". Edward couldn't help the flip in his heart when he realized that he could tell. He knew it because he just knew Jonathan that well. He knew the man's favorite things, his least favorite things. He knew everything about Jonathan.
"Hah- surely, this is enough preparation, Edward?-" Jonathan panted out, his hands shifting to grip the edge of the counter with white knuckles.
"Hmm. I think you could use a bit more. Better safe than sorry, right?"
Jonathan immediately caught onto the game that was being played. He hopped right along, looking to Edward once he realized the way this was going to go. The way Edwards eyes sparkled with mischief told him enough and the way the thrusts of his fingers got even slower. Somehow.
"Fuck, Edward. Hurry the fuck up."
Edward promptly ignored his irritated protest, skipping right past it as he began to speak. "You are just perfect, sitting right here so still for me. Couldn't ask for anyone better to do this with."
Jonathan's eyes widened in surprise. Edward could say sweet things during their more intimate moments. But it wasn't always so common, usually during some late night after one of them almost died or almost got caught. Which was common but the affection afterwards was t always guaranteed.
"What's got you in such an affectionate mood?" Jon managed to force out around the growing cotton in his mouth.
"I just love you."
His head lightly hit the cabinet when he threw his head back. Those fingers hit just right and he could already feel himself tumbling over the edge with a cry that didn't sound like him at all. There was the faint feeling of warm stickiness on his stomach but he ignored it in favor of basking in the coming down part.
Or he was until Edward very, very slowly dragged his fingers out of Jonathan. Edward snickered to himself when he felt Jon clench around his fingers right before he pulled them out. The sound of the cap opening rang in the air again as Edward lathered his length in lube. A generous amount.
Keeping his head against the cabinet, Jon kept his gaze firmly to the ceiling. Feeling Edward begin to push into him, he gripped the counters edge tightly, one leg wrapped around his lovers waist to hold him there.
Once Edward was buried to the hilt, Jonathan let out a gasp of relief that any further stimulation finally stopped. If only momentarily. Burying his face in Edwards neck all over again, he nodded, knowing that Edward was waiting on his confirmation. Which was just...so mindblowingly sweet in his sleep/sex-addled mind.
"You got it, Jonathan." With that, Edward slowly pulled out before softly thrusting back in. It was less of thrusting and more of rocking. A gentle pace that had Jon cooly leaning on the cabinet without a worry.
He occasionally bounced when Edward would thrust in a bit harder than before. But Edward always caught his slip-up and slowed down a bit after that. Keeping his hands to Jon's hips, he rubbed circles into them softly. He slid his hands up, fully wrapping both around Jon's waist.
"Hah- Eddie-" Jonathan quietly whined, clearly getting into that nice headspace of "too-fucked-out-to-care-what-I-sound-like". A personal favorite of Edward's.
"Shh, shh." Edward whispered in a soothing tone. He carefully pulled Jon down so his back rested on the counter. He pushed at Jon's legs until they bended close to his chest, pushing himself all the way in. Jon scrambled at the countertop for purchase as a grunt escaped him at being nearly bent in half and stuffed full.
"There we go. Perfect, hold your legs apart for me. Seems you're good for something after all." Edward said, throwing in that hint of mocking degradation. It was perfectly enough to not make Jonathan roll his eyes but instead flush.
Jonathan did as instructed, his trembling hands holding onto his thighs to keep them apart. His fingers threatened to slip with the light sheen of sweat between thigh and hand but he held on nonetheless. Edward stood in between, hands firmly wrapped around his hips as he resumed his gentle rocking pace.
"Bit too much, Edward-" Jonathan complained, his thighs shaking as well by now.
"Just hold on a bit longer. I know you're capable of it."
Jonathan shook his head softly but continued to follow instructions anyways. He would have replied with something snarky if Ed didn't snap back in suddenly and without warning picked up the speed. His mouth hung open as he let moans spill out.
"You are such an asshole." Jon growled as Edward continued pounding into him despite his muffled whimpers. Edward only laughed, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
"You love me so really it's your fault. You're stuck with me."
"I'm okay with thaT!-" Jon yelped when Edwards hands tightened where they rested around his waist, a bruising grip. "What happened to our lazy Saturday sex?" He inquired softly.
"Fuck it." Edward muttered into his ear, his lips brushing the shell of his ear. Finally, it happened just as Edward secretly hoped for.
Jonathan's shoulders shook, his hands pulling away from his thighs to grab at Edward's shoulders. Sniffles came as Edward looked up to see a few tears drip down his cheeks. Edward couldn't find it in himself to shame himself when a stab of arousal hit.
Jonathan barely pieced it together why Edward flushed red until Edward finally fell over the edge with a loud whine. Feeling himself be filled to the brim with his lovers cum, he fell over the edge once more, spilling on his stomach all over again.
A sigh escaped him as Jon's head fell back against the counter with a thud. His legs immediately dropped, dangling a bit above the floor. Edward slowly pulled out and Jon shifted with a grimace when he felt cum begun to trickle out of him.
He felt like crying more when Edwards fingers trailed back up and in between his spindly legs to finger him all over again. Jon barely realized it until he realized Edward was just trying to see how far he could push him. Jon, none-too-seriously, pushed at Edward's shoulders, parts of him sore.
"Quit it-" Jonathan said, his eyes still a bit blurry from the previous crying. Edward grinned, finally pulling his fingers out as directed.
"Fine, fine. Feeling ready to go back to sleep?" Edward joked as it was 10 AM still.
"We just woke up."
"And?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes, grabbing onto Edward's shoulders again to pull himself up. He groaned, his back cracking as he did. Turns out resting on a counter during sexual intercourse was awful for your old-man back.
"Getting old on me, grandpa?"
Jon gave him a withering glare. Hearing the water turn on, he lazily turned his head to see Edward washing his hands off and walking to the oven not too far away. With a few clicks of a knob, the stovetop was turned on, the burners shining red.
"Scrambled or sunny-side-up?"
"Sunny-side-up."
"You got it."
A lazy Saturday morning. They didn't get these often so Jon let himself relax, taking a small nap while still laying on the counter. It's fine, it's Saturday. He can relax as much as he wants. With that, he passed out if only for a few moments. But not without seeing the soft smile Edward shot his way.
And not without Jon's last thought being, "I love this man".