He could, indeed, feel that twitch, and it was somewhat gratifying to know that Charles was just as eager now as he usually was, perhaps moreso, and as he'd managed to collect himself, Edwin nodded, "Indeed. We've still got a half hour, perhaps a little more, though giving ourselves time to, well, collect ourselves before our minder returns will likely be for the best."

He worked Charles' pants open with quick, practiced movements, cupping him through his shorts, breath hitching just briefly at the heat of Charles' skin even through the fabric, "But I should also like to hear what you have in mind, either while I see what reactions I can draw out of you or afterward."