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Have me (NSFW)

Brett didn't really know where he got the bravery from. He had been so careful not to touch him inappropriately for so long now, it was almost ingrained in him not to. Key word: Almost. That's why he found himself carefully running a finger down Eddy's chest now and past his stomach until his hand came to a rest just below his belly button. Their lips were still moving in perfect sync, like they have kissed a thousand times before, and Brett found himself just wanting more. To be closer.
Eddy hummed warmly into the kiss, feeling himself shiver at the touch, he felt he knew where this was leading. Something about it excited him but also made him extremely nervous. He was scared of hurting the man, he had a sense it wouldn't happen though. Although, Eddy didn't really trust himself so his senses could be very wrong.

It was difficult to speak while kissing, so Brett pulled back slightly as he allowed his thumb to lightly stroke just over the waistband of Eddy's jeans.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked softly, needing to know where this was going before he got too invested.

"You can ask me anything Bretty," Eddy looked up at him with a warm gaze, squeezing his hips slightly with the thigh he had draped around the man, "So ask away. Even if it's a hard question, I'll try to answer."
He spoke gently as he looked up at him, Brett had a right to know whatever he wanted to know. Especially when their relationship was so rocky as is.

"It's hopefully not a hard question," Brett said softly with a nervous chuckle. "I guess... I just wondered... how far are we going? Like... tonight. How far?"

"Oh...Oh!" Eddy blushed a deep crimson at that, "I don't want to hop right into sex maybe...but I would love to be close to you. I want to feel you against me. Maybe uh something akin to naked cuddles."
He said shyly and softly, he wasn't ready to go full anal despite the bathroom sex they had. But he didn't want to do that again, he wanted to take his time with Brett. Just feel him.

"Yeah? You'd be comfortable with that?" Brett asked softly, carefully stroking the lower part of Eddy's stomach. "I don't want you doing anything you don't feel ready for. Everything is still so fresh, I completely understand."

"I'm comfortable with it, I just don't want to have a repeat of what happened in the bathroom. I feel like I can't trust myself even if I have a feeling that I won't do anything to cause harm. But like how can I trust me when I am clearly unstable..." Eddy rambled a little, "That was a rabbit hole. I just don't want to hurt you, and I want to be close to you."

"We won't do that, we won't go that far," Brett assured softly. He felt a bit like what happened back then was on him, as dumb as that sounded, even to himself. "Would it be okay if I took your shirt off, though?"

Eddy nodded as he looked up at him, he for sure didn't blame Brett since his initial intent was to kill him. It seemed pretty clean cut of who was in the wrong there. Eddy just didn't want to hurt or weaponize things anymore, "It's okay Brett, you can take off all my clothes if you want."
He said shyly, he really wanted to just take this slow.

"That sounded kinkier than I think you intended it," Brett snorted, but carefully pinched the gem of his shirt between his fingers. "Arms up, please?"

Eddy lifted his arms for Brett, "Well, maybe it's like Barbie girl kinky. You know the line, you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere."
He laughed softly with a little eyebrow wiggle.

Brett couldn't help but laugh at that, pausing mid pulling the shirt off, just as it covered Eddy's face.

"Oh my god, really?" he asked, laughing so hard he had to hide his face in Eddy's now exposed chest.
Eddy's voice was a bit muffled since the shirt was covering his face, all he could do was laugh with Brett. He loved this, he loved how Brett seemed joyful and they were both so calm. They were having fun which was what felt important, "Well maybe not the everywhere part, I would hate to go to prison for indecent exposure."