Edwin hugged Oliver tight, for a moment too distracted by the man's warmth and smell to really feel any pride over his well received gift. The fact that Oliver had or hadn't thought to do something like that had never crossed his mind, and honestly, if they just got to fool around a little later, that was basically all he wanted out of it. "That's kind of perfect," he decided, grinning when Oliver played with his hair. "And you're welcome. And now I need to open something from you, because I thought I could save your gifts for last but I'm changing my mind."
Though he was a little reluctant to separate at first, once Edwin was on his feet he gleefully approached his pile again, circling it before locating a box with Oliver's name on it that looked like it could be moved without knocking over too much of the pile. The box was long, but not too heavy, and Edwin cradled it as he sat again and started to carefully peel off the snowflake paper. When he finally got the box open, the gasp that followed was drawn out and probably overdramatic and completely deserved when he unveiled the beast of a bass guitar, with it's gunmetal design and the rich red that had more and more creepy shapes hidden in it the longer he looked at it. He almost didn't want to touch it, like it might upset it's true owner as soon as they got back.
"This isn't mine. This is for me? This is mine? This... Oh my god! Come here!" He grabbed his boyfriend's arm a little rougher than he meant to in his excitement, pulling him to him so he could attack him with kisses.