It was that one thing, that was better when they were spectral: they could get closer. They could melt into each other, indeed. And Charles loved that part, when they almost become one, that was always something he was looking forward to. With them possessing bodies now he could feel the limits, but he could also feel the pleasure different: more intense, more alive.
With the faster pace, Charles felt a wave of spark, pleasure, run down his spine. It was different from when they were ghosts. Not new, but not nostalgic either... This was something that was only happening here and now, with Edwin.
"Edwin..." Charles stuttered his name when he felt him come; in his hand and around his cock too. "Edwin," he called, whining and needy and in awe. He didn't stop when he felt Edwin come, he stroked him through it, fucked him through it, way after when the boy was spent. Charles was concentrating so hard to let Edwin ride it through the end that his body was shaking from the effort.
"Love you, Edwin, so much, I..." Charles rambled, leaning in to kiss him, even if he could barely breathe... and he didn't stop moving either, slowed down but didn't stop.
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With the faster pace, Charles felt a wave of spark, pleasure, run down his spine. It was different from when they were ghosts. Not new, but not nostalgic either... This was something that was only happening here and now, with Edwin.
"Edwin..." Charles stuttered his name when he felt him come; in his hand and around his cock too. "Edwin," he called, whining and needy and in awe. He didn't stop when he felt Edwin come, he stroked him through it, fucked him through it, way after when the boy was spent. Charles was concentrating so hard to let Edwin ride it through the end that his body was shaking from the effort.
"Love you, Edwin, so much, I..." Charles rambled, leaning in to kiss him, even if he could barely breathe... and he didn't stop moving either, slowed down but didn't stop.