"...Just as it seemed natural to let himself be gathered up to Mustang’s chest. He sagged against his shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling the other man’s heartbeat and his breath ghosting across his shoulder. The older man was cradling him, one thumb softly stroking his shoulder blade. As if Ed was something precious. He knew he shouldn’t be fooled; he was still a prisoner, and was most likely being humored only because Mustang got something out of it. But it was . . . nice."
(Long over-due) companion art for Collared/Permission. Graphite.
Constructive Critique requested. See Tips.
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