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Edd • The Tomb of Trials • NSFW

"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.