Edwin was already well on his way to being overwhelmed, but in a way he was entirely in favor of, which was new for him, but not really a surprise considering that Charles was the cause of it. His head had rolled back against the arm of the couch, though it lifted as Charles drew off of him, blinking slowly, trying to bring the other boy into focus, which he'd only just managed when Charles set right back to work.

The renewal of that sensation, hot and slick and wholly, vibrantly alive, was enough to make him whimper, fingers tightening their hold in Charles' hair just briefly, managing to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to reassure Charles that the noise hadn't been an upset or an objection, though all he could actually pull together was: "So good."