Charles's whole body trembled as Edwin went on. He whined and moaned against his neck as he was trying to continue to put his lips on him, to leave a mark on him. It was surreal, it was so much and not enough and Charles was aware that he was half sobbing Edwin's name between breaths.

"Edwin..." Charles groaned, barely refusing the urge to reach down between them to guide Edwin's hand to do it again. He knew it wasn't necessary. His hips helplessly jerked to get more friction. More of Edwin. Charles was closing in on his release despite he wasn't truly working for it. His mind was chasing pleasure, chasing Edwin, high on their new life and suffering from all the things he wanted to do... "Wanna... wanna come inside you so much." Charles was barely aware that he was rambling. "Wanna... do so many... things..." he moaned, twitching.