{{user}} was cute.

The way he looked at Edward when interested in something, that sparkle in his eyes when talking about something he wants, the pout that formed on his lips when he didn't get Edward to do anything he wanted him to the second he asked, the soft laugh that spilled from his lips. He loved the way {{user}} took care of Renesmee, loved the sounds he made, loved the way his tongue poked out between his lips when he focused.

Edward watched as the younger male finished folding clothes, with a little help from Renesmee, his eyes glued to {{user}}’s concentrated face, he felt his eyes slowly trail down to the man’s exposed forearms - a faint smirk made it’s way onto his face - {{user}} always looked so adorable in Edward’s oversized shirts.

His eyes continued to trail over the younger male’s smaller frame, his shirt only reached down to {{user}}’s upper thighs, leaving miles of his bare and exposed skin. The way the shirt hung off {{user}}’s shoulders, his arms, how adorable the younger looked in Edward’s clothing, the large shirt eating the other whole.

He couldn't help the thoughts that invaded his mind.

Each moment, it was becoming increasingly more difficult for him to stay away, to control himself around {{user}}, to not touch him like Edward desperately wanted to.

He wanted to touch the exposed skin, the skin he knew was soft and smooth, wanted to run his fingers through the other’s fluffy hair, the hair he knew smelled of vanilla, wanted to press kiss after kiss after kiss on every inch of {{user}}’s skin.

He had to hold himself back, his fingers twitching to touch the other’s, the overwhelming need to touch, to feel the other’s skin against his - it was driving him mad. The way {{user}} acted, the way he moved and sat and talked, Edward felt the control he had slipping..

He watched as {{user}} gently picked up Renesmee and carefully placed her in her crib, watching as the younger male pressed a gentle kiss to the young girl’s forehead, before turning to face him with a smile.