Charles was ready to move into another set of kisses when he heard that low praise. His cheeks blushed and he actually could feel them do that. His face was hot and red. And his chest was so full he could cry. Whenever Edwin praised him, no matter how, it was just special.

"Keep asking that myself too, love," he whispered in a huff of laughter. He almost died without anyone giving a damn, and then comes this ghost, to literally bring life into a small part of his life, and into the rest of his afterlife. Luck, yeah. Fate, maybe.

Tilting his head, he kissed the inside of Edwin's wrist, loving the warmth of it. Loving the way life was flowing under his skin. Then Charles reached down to stroke Edwin's thighs, grabbing them to guide them around his waist, just to have a feel of what was about to come. He rolled his hips against Edwin, letting go of a shaky breath.

"Lemme prepare you, yeah? Open you up for me," he breathed, and just the thought of that made his hardness twitch.