There was a feeling here that felt so very addicting and lifted them so high among the violence and the pain marked by their tendency to fight.
It was hard to not feel this feeling that left them both so addicted and yet terrorized their thoughts.
Ed breathed in Envy, all of him, as he felt that bittersweet breath brush his face and those pale gloved hands brush his sides as if suddenly overcome by a massive desire to just touch him.
Fingers found purchase though a bit too tightly as lips met his, desperate and harsh.
He gasped as he tugged the humunculus down on top of him as they tumbled to the ground, skidding Envy's knees on the ground harshly though not harsh enough to draw blood.
Ed's fingers caught on hair that literally reminded him of the palm trees in a bit more tropical areas.
He felt Envy give once his hands found the right spot to tug and the right way to kick his foot back, his real one, he did not intend to leave large bruises on the other as he shifted over to the top.
The Alchemist felt his lips nearly give as he grew desperate for control and full of desire to hold the other down, have the strength to lead, and be able to just feel for once.
His eyes were closed so warmly and almost wantonly in a way that had the Homunculus gasping in surprise even though he, too, had closed his eyes at some point.
Perhaps the gentle nudges from Ed's Automail knee at times were the cause of it though probably not with how the man underneath him tried to shove that pesky leg away as he tried to regain control yet again.
This was a regular battle for them and one that they never could quite win, not with how they tosseled on the floor, caught up in emotions that no one seemed to understand.