"Ah..." Charles gasped, letting go of Edwin's dick for now. If they had time, he would have made him come. He would have made him come by hand, by mouth, cleaning him up with his tongue and doing it all over and over again until his pleasure turned into pain, and then take him. Because that was what bodies were for, right? For the extremes... Charles stuttered a breath as he was thinking about it.

Edwin felt wet and right around his fingers, so Charles pulled out. He looked over the other, flushed and pink and aroused and... yeah, yeah Charles wondered how he still had any sober thoughts aside from shagging him senseless.

"Wish we had more time," Charles whispered. But before that thought could cripple him, he tugged off his underwear too and coated himself. And fuck, he didn't expect his grip to be that hot. His own hand... So when he crawled between Edwin's legs again, he was shaking from excitement and from holding back, too.

"I- I'll try to go slow..." Charles swallowed, warning himself too. Then he slowly pressed in.