[ The blood dripping down his throat, the warmth of Izzy's skin through his clothes, the rush of power and pleasure is a heady, wonderful thing, and if Izzy weren't so fucking complicated he'd be boring, Ed's sure he would enjoy it all more. Instead, Izzy is a frustrated ball of contradictions, as ever. Writhes but resists. Wants to, but doesn't. Wishes, but won't. But most of all, Izzy doesn't fucking listen, and Edward's done explaining himself.
He lets go of Izzy entirely, inhumanly quick and all at once, only to catch Izzy by the throat and slam him back against the door again before Izzy's feet can properly find purchase again on the ground. Edward glowers at him with flinty eyes that spark blue when the candlelight hits just right— a blue that's taken home in Izzy's eyes now as well, though just barely. ]
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he'd be boring, Ed's sure he would enjoy it all more. Instead, Izzy is a frustrated ball of contradictions, as ever. Writhes but resists. Wants to, but doesn't. Wishes, but won't. But most of all, Izzy doesn't fucking listen, and Edward's done explaining himself.He lets go of Izzy entirely, inhumanly quick and all at once, only to catch Izzy by the throat and slam him back against the door again before Izzy's feet can properly find purchase again on the ground. Edward glowers at him with flinty eyes that spark blue when the candlelight hits just right— a blue that's taken home in Izzy's eyes now as well, though just barely. ]
Do I have to fucking do everything?!