Jonathan rolled his eyes as Edward went to open his mouth, nipping at the nipple before grinning as the man groaned, using his tongue to soothe over the flesh he had nipped before moving his way slowly down Edward's chest, biting and sucking on the flesh, tracing over the various scars that dotted his husband's body.
Remnants of a hard lived life.
He pulled back as he reached Edward's waistband, looking down at him, the sun glinting off his pale skin, highlighting his own scars, memories of his grandmother's torture. He reached down, gently tracing Edward's navel with his long fingernail, watching Edward's face. "I want you to fuck me," he said, blunt and direct.