That was the thing. That Edwin wasn't kissed when he was alive, or not properly, or ever. He didn't know kissing could be good. And Charles loved to show him it was good, but they were already dead by then. But they were alive now. And Edwin was being kissed for the first time in this life. Being touched for the first time in this life, and that was thrilling. To know that it was going to be Charles who claimed him in such a way was... brills.

At Edwin's answer, he gave a breathless chuckle, laying a kiss on his lips. Charles reached between them, opening Edwin's pants with ease, reaching inside. His lips found Edwin's neck, kissing as low as he could get with his shirt still intact, but he had more important things to do. Charles didn't waste time, he found Edwin's hardness, curling his fingers around him and freeing him from his underwear.

Edwin was so hot and hard under his hand, and so alive and Charles felt a moan bubble from his chest. Better that than crying from happiness, he thought as he slowly gave Edwin a few experimental strokes.