~o~
Sometimes the sex is like fighting.
Emmett bites his shoulder until he cries out, and they roll over one another in a slick battle for dominance. Fingers grab his hip too hard, leaving bruises.
Their kisses are hard and bloody with unspoken emotion, and Edward gasps wordlessly when Emmett presses him into the floor with a weight that feels like anger but isn't.
There's nothing sweet about what they do, nothing gentle in the sweat they share and the sharpness of teeth and digging fingers they use on each other.
But it makes him feel alive, and that's what matters.
~o~