It was impossible to stop the smile from appearing on his face. Donovan had hoped that he wouldn't have to go back to Jared's place to crash, but not nearly as much as he had hoped to spend much of his time with Edge. The living arrangements suited him just fine. "Perfect," he murmured against Edge's lips before returning the kiss.
The fingers grasping his wrist would probably have easily felt as Donovan's pulse quickened. He wasn't sure how he had seemed to find someone so different...and yet so similar. "You're not the only one who falls in love easily," he admitted. "It's one of the reasons why I'm almost always dumped. I guess I can be pretty clingy, at times." He blushed, wondering how Edge would take this information. He didn't want the other man to leave him. "I want to be yours," he said quietly as the other man's forehead touched his.
Either the constant switching of positions was making him dizzy, or it was his nearness to his partner. Probably the latter. Donovan found that he rather liked this new position. With one of Edge's hand burning a path on the skin beneath his shirt and the other still gentle at his wrist, he realized that he wanted to be touched more, always more.
The Edge's words wouldn't have been enough to ignite Donovan, the mouth at his throat and then his ear certainly made up for it. "Mmm...yes," he breathed the word. His back arched slightly as the other man's teeth toyed with his ear.
"I'm not used to this," he warned. "I mean, I've had sex. But it wasn't very good. I was pretty much just a body to fuck...understand?" He wasn't sure how else to say it. He had no idea what pleased him, or what his limits were. He didn't know if they were actually going to have sex here - Edge had mentioned earlier that it wouldn't happen, but in the heat of the moment who knew? It wasn't the sex he was exactly worried about anyways. It was what came before. He didn't know how to touch, or to be touched, with real passion.
The fingers grasping his wrist would probably have easily felt as Donovan's pulse quickened. He wasn't sure how he had seemed to find someone so different...and yet so similar. "You're not the only one who falls in love easily," he admitted. "It's one of the reasons why I'm almost always dumped. I guess I can be pretty clingy, at times." He blushed, wondering how Edge would take this information. He didn't want the other man to leave him. "I want to be yours," he said quietly as the other man's forehead touched his.
Either the constant switching of positions was making him dizzy, or it was his nearness to his partner. Probably the latter. Donovan found that he rather liked this new position. With one of Edge's hand burning a path on the skin beneath his shirt and the other still gentle at his wrist, he realized that he wanted to be touched more, always more.
The Edge's words wouldn't have been enough to ignite Donovan, the mouth at his throat and then his ear certainly made up for it. "Mmm...yes," he breathed the word. His back arched slightly as the other man's teeth toyed with his ear.
"I'm not used to this," he warned. "I mean, I've had sex. But it wasn't very good. I was pretty much just a body to fuck...understand?" He wasn't sure how else to say it. He had no idea what pleased him, or what his limits were. He didn't know if they were actually going to have sex here - Edge had mentioned earlier that it wouldn't happen, but in the heat of the moment who knew? It wasn't the sex he was exactly worried about anyways. It was what came before. He didn't know how to touch, or to be touched, with real passion.