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There are a lot of things worth stopping about, of course.

There's the fact that the sight of Elliot always arrests him slightly, just from the wonderful spark of joy that inevitably came from the visual reminder that Elliot existed in the world. There's the fact that Elliot is an incredibly handsome young man and is wearing clothes that wonderfully display his strong collarbone and arms.

But what's really got Edgar coming to a standstill today is the fact that clearly no attempt has been made to cover the obvious marks on his very exposed neck and chest.

Edgar does try to be good, after all. He does try to keep his impulse to bite low enough to be easily hidden away. It's a little strange, seeing this proof of affection prominently displayed.

He'll probably need to be reminded to blink. And keep walking.

The reminder will come when Elliot grins at his stunned boyfriend, one arm wrapping companionably around the other young man as he gives him a little push to keep walking.

"Hey, Ed."

Then again, maybe being this close won't help at all.

Being close is always the right answer. Being closer and having his own arm squirmed around the Spade's hip is absolutely where he wants to be.

It just doesn't do much for his curious--and overwhelmingly pleased--attention on the other young man's throat.

"Hey. 's it-- laundry day or what?"

The 'or what' being something more intentional in this showing off.

"Or what," comes the amused rumble as he notes the focus of his eyes. He can't press a kiss against Edgar's cheek here, but there'll absolutely be a tight squeeze of his arm.

"Knew I'd be running into you today."

So obviously he'd chosen quite intentionally.

"Huh."

It's new. It's clearly working for him. It's also got a very quietly pleased smile settling over Edgar's lips. It's also got his nose wrinkling very slightly in an effort not to push this level of contact anywhere unwarranted.

"It's-- a really good look on you."

"Glad y'like it."

Gladder still that he's able to lead them both to somewhere they can indulge in touching more. That nose wrinkle is all too familiar, after all.

"I do." And there's something so wonderful about Elliot liking it too. There's something breathtaking about being able to study his work in the light of day, where the whole world can study it too. "I really do."

It's absolutely got him dragging his feet just a little, in spite of the desire to be somewhere private.

The slowed pace is noticed, of course. His pace will meet Edgar's as he squeezes him just a little, curiously, though he won't ask just yet.

"'s nice way t'show off, I think," he says with a hint of a smile, "'nd now I might not have 's many people hitting on me."

Maybe. It also might just encourage them, in the hopes he parade about like this.

Being in public is still being in public. Even with these beautiful signs of intimacy so prominently displayed, being in public is still being in public.

He can't help the fact his fingers shift to dig just a little tighter into Elliot's hip.

"You showin' off?"

"A little," he admits, grinning and leaning into the squeeze just slightly, "'ven't I told you? 've got this really hot person 'm sleeping with. Pretty proud of it."

Two really hot people, technically, but only one's left their mark on him this time.

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It always sets his heart a little faster to see Elliot happy about this. It always makes his eyes brighten a little more.

"Yeah? Proud?"

It definitely brightens him completely to think Elliot's proud of this piece of the love they share.

Another tight, fond squeeze as he smiles at his boyfriend.

"Yeah, Ed. Proud."

And clearly comfortable enough in that pride to bare the marks of their love like this.

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Maybe there can't be an attacking kiss here and now in front of the world. Surely he's allowed to briefly press his forehead hard against the other young man's temple.

"That's-- the best. You know that?"

It's allowed, surely. Elliot, at least, is allowing it with a bright smile.

"I know," he murmurs back, resting his head against his contentedly, "It's... all of it's pretty awesome."

"Right?" And now, maybe, they can move a little faster. Now it's starting to be more important to kiss hard than to show off. "It's-- amazing."

He won't protest the increase in pace. He wants, very much, to be kissing him right now.

"Best thing 's ever happened t'me, really."

"T' any of us."

They've all had different lives. They've all come at this relationship from different perspectives and understandings of the world.

But he can't imagine any of them have ever felt as truly blessed as in these moments being happy together.

"Yeah."

Another tight squeeze, his fingers drumming against Edgar's arm to try to release some of the energy that comes with wanting to kiss him and not being able to at the moment.

Maybe they don't need to make it all the way to a proper room. Maybe Elliot won't be mind just doubling back and being dragged into a closet.

Because that's absolutely what Edgar's plan is.

Elliott won't mind it.. Making out with the other young man is just as enjoyable in a closet as it anywhere else-- maybe even more so, considering the proximity that comes with closets.

He's certainly going to be pleased to have the opportunity to mark and be marked again. It's one of his most recently favorite things, after all.

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...that was not correct

not even close, dw. rude.

srsly

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