That sound. Edward loved it. The way it flowed from Jonathan's lips was like music to Edward's ears and he wanted to hear more of it. He groaned in response, as Jonathan's hips ground downwards. God it felt good to be so close, so enveloped in this man. His husband.
If you had asked Edward 18 years ago (or even one year ago to be honest) if he thought he'd ever be in love, much less married, he probably would've laughed until his head exploded. But now he couldn't imagine his life without being this close to Jonathan. Nobody else understood him, or could fill that gap in his heart.
Eddie blinked at the sickle, but it didn't seem to surprise him too much. He winced when the buttons on his shirt went flying, a grumble starting low in his throat about it. But the grumbling ended abruptly when Jonathan's lips found a sensitive nipple.
Eddie groaned loudly, lifting a hand to the back of Jonathan's head to curl his fingers into the mans hair. He tugged hard at the strands, in delight and pleasure. Instantly, Edward offered another roll of his hips and missing buttons were the last thing on his mind.