Charles's breath was ragged as he was still trying to get every last drop of pleasure. His eyes were stinging from tears, and his body felt already too sensitive as Edwin continued to stroke him, just as Charles asked. It was getting too much and yet it hurt more to pull away. As if, when this was over, he would return to being dead, which was such a silly thought.

Though, his heart fluttered at the praise. He was already red in his cheeks but it made him feel the burn in the tip of his ears too. Charles isn't sure why it made his breath shorter, but he wasn't complaining. Edwin thought he was beautiful...

With a whine, Charles tilted his hips away from Edwin's touch, telling him that he was done... And he was done. His body was still shivering as he was trying to calm down, his heart was throwing itself at his ribcage with less urgency.

"Fuckin' hell, Edwin..." Charles sighed, leaning his forehead on Edwin's shoulder. "I could do this all day, forever," he chuckled, still catching his breath.