Ed's breath hitched and he bit his lips, hard, to stifle the moan that almost escaped. Hands trailed down his sides and back up, lazy and warm. He panted, pressing his sweaty forehead into the desk and dragging his nails across the surface. He rocked back against the still clothed hips of the man behind him. "Stop teasing and just-" A hand slipped around his chest, fingers curled around his nipple and pinched. Ed bit into his flesh arm and then gasped out "-just fuck me already!"

A low warm chuckle came from behind. "So impatient." Ed shivered as the same hands slid down his stomach and then around to caress his bare ass. Kisses and nibbles moved from his flesh shoulder to the center of his back and then a tongue licked a path up his spine. As one of his partner's hands continued to roam around Ed's hips and butt the other came up to sweep sweat soaked strands of blond hair away from Ed's neck. "You're so beautiful like this."

Ed folded his arms on the desk and circled his hips against the other man's crotch. "I don't need the flowery compliments." He gasped and rocked forward as a hand loosely circled his cock and began stroking.

"But it's true," Ed's partner licked a line of sweat from Ed's neck and then went back to running his hand up and down Ed's back. "Your hair down and all over the place," one hand came up and combed through the hair at Ed's scalp, "pants around your ankles, you're so wanton. Your body's just begging for a good, hard -" There was a groan and then the hand left his hair and there was the sound of the cap of a bottle being opened. Two oiled fingers slipped between Ed's ass cheeks and slipped inside. Ed groaned and arched his back, rolling his hips backwards.

"Yes," he gasped out, "just like that-" The words degenerated into a moan when a third finger joined the first two, and Edward braced his arms on the desk, standing up a bit and just rocking back, fucking himself on his partner's fingers.

The breathing of the man behind him quickened, and the hands withdrew, to Edward's plaintive whimpers. Clothes rustled, a zipper rasped as it was lowered, and then the man stepped forward to press himself, from hips to shoulders, up against Edward. Ed tossed his bangs out of his eyes, and tilted his head back as calloused hands ran up and down his body, hungry, and then grabbed his hips. Lips brushed against the edge of his ear and a voice whispered: "Ready?"

Ed licked his lips. "Do it."

The hold on his hips tightened, and then the other man slammed into him, sheathing himself in Edward in one thrust. Ed let out a muffled half-gasp, half-moan, then dropped forward onto his elbows, his breath coming in short gasps.

His partner was panting as well, though trying to control it with little success. He began to rock forward into Edward: short, shallow thrusts that bade Ed clench his hands and give little whimpers each time. The man licked along the back of Ed's shoulder up to the neck, and then clamped his lips over skin and began to suck. Ed jerked away. "No marks!" He gasped out. "No-" the second protest ended in a long groan as that was the moment that his partner decided to start pounding into him. The sucking had stopped though. After a few minutes, Edward started rocking back to meet his partner's thrusts and the other man reached around Ed's hips to stroke his cock.

Neither of them lasted long after that. Edward came first, teeth clamped around his flesh wrist, with only a high whimper instead of the scream that begged to be released. His partner followed seconds later, with a low groan. He pulled out and collapsed back on the chair and watched lazily as Ed struggled to stand, rubbing at the teeth marks on his wrist. "One of these days," the man said, "I'm going to take you to a little house in the middle of nowhere, with no other living beings for miles around, and fuck you there. Maybe then I'll finally get to hear you scream."

Ed swallowed once, twice, "Shut up," he managed. He tried to step away from the desk and stumbled from the combined effect of his wobbly legs, and the fact that his pants were still tangled around his calves. Ed caught himself, then slid out of his boots to step away from the pile of clothes. He picked up his boots, threw his pants over his shoulder, and walked barefoot (and bare-assed) to the couch his shirt was draped over. The other man watched. Ed made a small rag from the fabric of his coat and used it to wipe off some of the cum and sweat. He dressed, finger combed his hair and re-braided it. Only after he'd tugged his gloves on did he glance back at the desk. The other man hadn't moved. He still sat in the chair, white button down open and sticking to him in places, hair mussed, a lazy smile on his face.

"Do I get a 'goodbye- thanks for the fuck' kiss?" he teased. Ed glared, turned on his heel, and stalked out. The man chuckled softly, and ran a hand through his hair. "That's a no, then." He let out a sigh and began to dress.