Charles actually chuckled when he felt Edwin's fingers in his hair. They felt so real. Warm! Alive! With a sound, he took Edwin further into his mouth, lapping at the underside of his hardness. And he moaned. He expected a taste but not so... soon? Or so... wet, and warm. It was discovering it all over again, or maybe for the first time. It made him so excited that he had to pop Edwin out of his mouth for a moment to breathe. He looked up at him, with wet lips, checking if everything was alright.

Charles cleared his throat, licking his lips before going back. He grabbed Edwin again, while his other hand pinned him down on the couch, and took him inside again, this time expecting the taste, the hardness and the excitement that came with all those sensations. He was sloppy, however, letting himself get lost in Edwin's taste and the fact that it was Edwin... alive... If they had time, Charles would have kissed him everywhere, just so he could remember how Edwin's skin tasted. They may have time for it later, maybe not.

Only after Charles felt like he wanted more, he settled on a rhythm to pleasure Edwin, to let him know what he wanted.