Another thing Charles loved was to hear Edwin say his name like that. And... and telling him so bloody arousing things.

"Yeah?" Charles asked, tilting his head to try and look into Edwin's face. He heard his right, oh he heard him, but just wanted to see the face Edwin made while he said it. Fuck, he was so hot. Flushed and in pleasure, with Charles's hand on him, and Charles's inside him. Just the sight could push Charles through the edge but now, with such a request, he had a new goal. "You got it," Charles breathed, going back to mark Edwin more.

He rolled his hips deeper, and with more vehemency then. His grip picked up too, sliding smooth and firm on Edwin's cock. He felt so deep, and hot, and Charles whined in pleasure just imagining him coming on his cock... With every prayer Edwin said, Charles echoed his name, wanting to be there with Edwin in every way possible; in his dreams, in his desire, in his head... deep and wanting, and not enough.