Charles absolutely loved when Edwin asked for things. Let it be an item, a favor, or to feel everything... The desperation in his voice, the touches in his hair and body, oh, Charles was lost.

"Yeah, love, anything you want, anything," Charles moaned, loving to say that sentence. He kissed down Edwin's cheek and jaw, gently gnawing at his neck to redo the angry little marks he did earlier, while he tilted his hips so he could reach between them. He felt Edwin's balls first squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers before he moved to his shaft, sliding his fingers around it. "So wet, innit?" Charles laughed, breathless as he swiped Edwin's tip with his thumb. "Still wanna taste you so bad," he groaned as he coated Edwin with his own precum, and started stroking him along with the slow rhythm of his hips. He wanted to overwhelm him but he wanted to start it slow, it was both worse and better that way.