Charles was so eager that he only realized that Edwin had reached his peak when he felt it in his mouth. With a desperate sound, Charles attempted to swallow him, to try and reduce any mess, but truly it was to taste him more. To take something of his in him, however dirty that sounded... The taste was so intense and hot at the back of his tongue that he had to force himself not to moan so he wouldn't choke. A few drops still escaped his attempts, but he licked them all up as he pulled off of Edwin. He looked at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and realized he was trembling.
 
"That was brills, wasn't it?" Charles huffed in a half-laugh, his voice raspy. "Wow," he licked his lips. Bloody hell, this was addictive, he thought a little alarmed.