Edwin's entire body had gone lax, arm sliding from Charles' shoulder to drop to the mattress over his own head, breathing still shaky and uneven, realizing dimly that Charles was still hard, was still moving and the realization as much as the sensation sent a juddering wash of feeling through him, it was mostly pleasure, but it was the kind that was bordering on too much in the best possible way.

It took actual effort to hitch his leg up around Charles' waist again, voice a breathless murmur, "Charles, please." He managed to rock his hips with Charles' next movement, making it clear that was a plea to continue rather than to stop.