He couldn't help but smile at that, the half-swallowed begging and the way Charles continued with his thought despite the obvious need flooding him, one that Edwin was only trying to spur on at the moment, fingers kneading at the base of Charles' cock before dragging slowly to the tip once more, thumbing easily across it when he reached it, a move he'd used before, but one that felt so much different now if only for the heat of Charles' skin against his own.

"If you'd have said that last week, I would have claimed you already know those things. Quite intimately, in fact." He shook his head, giving Charles another stroke, fingers curling just a little tighter as he did, "But this... being solid, it changes things." He didn't know if it was a change for the better, though it certainly wasn't a change for the worse. It was just a change, and one that felt important.