Charles whispered a low curse as Edwin climbed into his lap. He thought he could take this easy, with stride, with more dignity, but the moment he felt Edwin's warmth and his weight on him, he realized it wasn't going to happen. His lap was full of Edwin, his lips were so soft and hot, and there was no way Charles wasn't going to keep his hands off of him.

He grabbed at Edwin's thighs, his hips bucking up just slightly to ease some of the flaring please sweeping him. However, finding fabric under his touch frustrated him. So with a moan into their kiss, Charles reached to pull Edwin's shirt out of his trousers so he could slide his hand up his back.