A moan bubbled up from Charles's throat when Edwin pulled him closer. Every little touch and movement felt so much more intense, than when they were ghosts. Charles's grip on Edwin tightened, his hips rolled forward, pushing in deeper without really meaning to. And god, the sensation was mental.

Charles had to stop kissing Edwin to get some air, something he wasn't entirely used to anymore. He pressed his brows against his cheek as he was trying to breathe and just take in the sensation of his cock being buried inside the hot wetness of Edwin...

"I love you so much, Edwin, I lo- love..." Charles mumbled, half out of it as he slowly pulled out, just to experience the sensation of pushing back in. His moan echoed through his chest, making him feel Edwin's body pressed against him even more. Right, yeah, Heaven...