Edwin was hardly going to notice Charles' hands shaking over the way he had started to tremble a little, just a low-level tremor sliding along his limbs, up his spine, already bordering on a delicious sort of overwhelm.

He'd tilted his head up into the kiss, but before he could actually catch up to respond to it in kind, Charles had drawn away again and Edwin could only let his head roll back at the pressure of Charles' fingers against and then inside him, and that, too, was one of those sensations that was familiar but was far more intense alive than it was as a ghost.

Edwin's breathing had hitched upwards, short and shallow, but like the low tremble, it was desire, even need, more than anything else. It was only a moment or two before Edwin relaxed, something slow and deliberate, the way it often was when they were together, it had just been a matter of remembering how to relax muscles properly rather than remembering how to manipulate his spectral form.