The demand of a request got a strangled sort of laugh out of Edwin, head lolling back again even as he gave Charles' hair a gentle tug, managing to pull himself together, briefly, if only long enough to teasingly chide: "Don't talk with your mouth full, Charles."

Even despite the tease of a chastisement the sensation -and the change in sensation with Charles' breath gusting against his skin as he spoke- was delightful, nearly overwhelming, but not in a way that he wanted to stop, no he definitely wanted more of it, which was why he also managed a slightly more breathless, "But do please continue otherwise, it's delightful."