Could he see them, Tox would find Edward's librarian tattoos cute, and also very impressive. He can only imagine how difficult those magical systems are to learn, and scholarship is something he's always admired deeply.
While they don't have magical SPSS on the surface, there's plenty up here he can study. Tox imagines the birds and bees are at the top of that list (literally and figuratively).
Edward leaning back against him is a relief, and it does feel like the most natural thing in the world to pull him closer, to hold him.
He doesn't expect Edward to kiss him, but he's incredibly relieved by that, too. He was going to have to do it soon anyway, or else explode from the built-up sexual tension inside him.
So his lips meet Edward's without hesitation or question, and they're soft for only a moment before pressing firmly. He moans against his mouth, and his arms wrap and tighten around him, pulling their bodies flush, Tox's now-full erection pressing into Edward's back. He feels an absolutely dizzying rush of lust and arousal flood him. Suddenly, there is nothing in the world but how much he wants and needs this man. He needs to be as close as physically possible.
It does feel natural, an inevitable conclusion to something that started when they were dragged up before the cult to be punished, or even before then, when they used to eat lunch together in the Factory. Edward melts into Tox's arms, his arm tightening behind his head, and this feels like the most natural thing in the world. Another gift from the surface, another thing the cult deprived them of.
When he feels Tox's erection against his back, Edward moans right back, shifting himself as best he can to rub up along it. His own erection isn't far behind, springing to full mast under the water. He has never gotten this hard, this quickly. Physical intimacy and affection has always been beyond his reach, something he could never have underground. Now that it's suddenly within his grasp, Edward feels no fear, no anxiety. They'll fumble through this together.
All of Tox's earlier trepidation and guilt has completely evaporated, burned up by his desire like the intense heat of Edward's stars did to the bathwater. Now there is nothing but broiling need, like the bubbling melted stone of that cave, sealing them away from danger.
He breaks the kiss, briefly.
"Edward," he whispers, his name dripping with hot, breathy desperation. Then his hand lifts out of the water to grab Edward's chin gently, coaxing his mouth open. Tox opens his mouth, lingering for a half-second above him, smelling his scent, suspended in the electric tension between them. Then, like a magnet snapping to metal, he plunges his tongue into Edward's mouth and kisses him hard enough to hurt a little. His hand flattens against Edward's abdomen, smoothing downward into the divets of his hips, his inner thigh. His skin is impossibly soft under the water, and his flesh fingertips move near the base of his cock.
"Can I touch you?" He breaks again to say. He doesn't plead, but he wants to.
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Date: 2026-04-17 04:37 pm (UTC)From:Could he see them, Tox would find Edward's librarian tattoos cute, and also very impressive. He can only imagine how difficult those magical systems are to learn, and scholarship is something he's always admired deeply.
While they don't have magical SPSS on the surface, there's plenty up here he can study. Tox imagines the birds and bees are at the top of that list (literally and figuratively).
Edward leaning back against him is a relief, and it does feel like the most natural thing in the world to pull him closer, to hold him.
He doesn't expect Edward to kiss him, but he's incredibly relieved by that, too. He was going to have to do it soon anyway, or else explode from the built-up sexual tension inside him.
So his lips meet Edward's without hesitation or question, and they're soft for only a moment before pressing firmly. He moans against his mouth, and his arms wrap and tighten around him, pulling their bodies flush, Tox's now-full erection pressing into Edward's back. He feels an absolutely dizzying rush of lust and arousal flood him. Suddenly, there is nothing in the world but how much he wants and needs this man. He needs to be as close as physically possible.
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Date: 2026-04-17 08:47 pm (UTC)From:When he feels Tox's erection against his back, Edward moans right back, shifting himself as best he can to rub up along it. His own erection isn't far behind, springing to full mast under the water. He has never gotten this hard, this quickly. Physical intimacy and affection has always been beyond his reach, something he could never have underground. Now that it's suddenly within his grasp, Edward feels no fear, no anxiety. They'll fumble through this together.
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Date: 2026-04-17 09:05 pm (UTC)From:He breaks the kiss, briefly.
"Edward," he whispers, his name dripping with hot, breathy desperation. Then his hand lifts out of the water to grab Edward's chin gently, coaxing his mouth open. Tox opens his mouth, lingering for a half-second above him, smelling his scent, suspended in the electric tension between them. Then, like a magnet snapping to metal, he plunges his tongue into Edward's mouth and kisses him hard enough to hurt a little. His hand flattens against Edward's abdomen, smoothing downward into the divets of his hips, his inner thigh. His skin is impossibly soft under the water, and his flesh fingertips move near the base of his cock.
"Can I touch you?" He breaks again to say. He doesn't plead, but he wants to.