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Sappy


"You know," said Ed faintly, "you're, like, my brother. Not Al, ew, like my other brother. Or something. We could gang up on Dad. Or something. God. Love this. Love you."

Envy blinked, looked to the cat'o'ninetails sprawled knotted over the pillow, then to the liberal spatters of come and lube on the sheets, then back to Ed himself, puddled limp and buzzing with endorphins, still with his arms bound behind his back and his legs spread wide with the broken broomstick tied to his knees. Then it just snorted and rolled its eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, 'bro.' Just remind me to gag you next time, spare me the bullshit."

Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.