Charles shivered at the name, feeling dread and warmth battling in his limbs about it. He loved it. His fingers were clumsier than he expected as he fumbled with Edwin's trousers, pulling them off. The sigh of more skin, more warmth against him was once again something that made his breath come shorter.

At the movement of Edwin's leg, he spotted the bruised knee. It looked... bad, but alive. Charles let out a breath before leaning in, pressing a kiss in the inner side of Edwin's knee, near the bruise. Kisses made everything better after all. And oh, the skin was so soft and warm there, Charles couldn't help following a trail up Edwin's inner thigh to his underwear.

"Right, yeah, trousers," Charles breathed, eying the tent between Edwin's legs with hungry eyes and parted lips. It was an effort to pull away and get to his own trousers, dragging them off without any grace. Throwing them aside, he went back between Edwin's legs as if he couldn't live outside from that space.