Of course he was forceful. His ego demanded it. And it was just his nature. To be in control of the situation, to shape and mold it to his own will. In every aspect of Edward's life he tried to be the dominant force. It was evident in the way he treated his daughter, most of all.
Edward shifted as Jonathan moved towards the packs, frowning at being almost dislodged. He huffed, but waited patiently for Jonathan to get what he needed.
With a roll of his eyes, Edward caught the condom and lubricant, opening the wrapper without hesitation. He pulled the rubber from its packaging and slid it on to his own erection, before opening up the bottle.
Eddie poured a good amount of liquid on to his fingers, to prepare his lover. Setting the bottle aside for the moment, Eddie leaned back in and slid his moistened digits against Jonathan's opening. Once the long, lithe digits had breeched the muscle, as they had done several times before, Eddie worked them tenderly to make enough space for himself.