Charles instinctively pinned Edwin more onto the couch by his hips as he felt the tugging in his hair. His heart was beating so hard and fast in his chest, he was almost afraid Edwin could somehow feel it. But he didn't stop. He kept going, feeling his throat raw from all that he put it through, but oh, how sweet it was. He loved to feel it.

Charles barely noticed the small, happy sounds he gave with each bob of his head, wanting Edwin to feel it. He wanted Edwin to have this, to feel this, to not hold back... To experience how it was to come like this, to have someone serve him and swallow everything he had. Charles risked a glance up at him, wanting to see Edwin for a moment before he lost himself in pleasuring him again. Because this was amazing... It was so good that Charles forgot himself too many times.