technicallyhellbound | for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

Edwin knew as soon as he fell through the mirror that something was wrong, and not just a little bit wrong, but the kind of wrong that made the whole world tilt on its axis a little.

It wasn't a misdirected portal, not like the case that had ultimately led them to Crystal, not like many other failures of concentration when traversing mirror portals before, it was something else, and he couldn't place what it was. All he knew was that he'd simply passed through the mirror in question and had landed, hard on the floor on the other side of the room, hard enough that he actually skidded a couple of feet and that couldn't be right because that actually hurt, and hurt in the way he hadn't felt in... well, decades.

It was enough to tumble him against the far wall just from his own momentum, impacting hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs, and that was definitely wrong, because he shouldn't have had breath or lungs. He could see, even through pain-hazed vision that the poltergeist he'd been baiting had, indeed, gotten caught in the trap he himself had leapt over when aiming for the mirror.

That was, however, the last thing he saw before the half-rotted-through loft floor gave way beneath his sudden and unexpected weight, sending him falling, flailing, scraped to ribbons on the broken slats, to the ground below, and he was reasonably sure he'd actually heard something snap on impact, ribs, if the sudden radiating pain was anything to go by, though his shoulder wasn't in good shape either, and that was an entirely different kind of pain, just layering on top of the feeling of the ragged scratches from the wood, and it occurred to him, dimly, that he'd forgotten how much he hated the feeling of blood on his skin.

It had been different in Hell, the pain, the sensations in general, all of it, it had been horrible, yes, but it was so much more visceral now, and even as his vision began to go hazy again, head swimming, his last thoughts were trying to remember how he'd somehow gotten separated from Charles, who had been barely a step behind him when he'd rounded the corner into the loft pursued by the poltergeist now trapped securely above him.

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Edwin had been about to object that he'd hardly walked anywhere, but the praise that immediately followed that initial statement had that flush spreading further and he could only nod at the actual request, managing a quiet, "Yes, please do." As if he had to use the movement to free the words from where they'd lodged in his throat.

The tenting of his pants was much more obvious with trousers out of the way and only shorts remaining, cock straining against the softer fabric, and Edwin could only marvel at the fact that he was reasonably sure he'd never been this hard in his life or his death, and any time he'd come close it had also been inspired by Charles, so that stood to reason.

The knee he'd cracked on a gravestone earlier hadn't bled at all, only the smallest patch of friction burn from his pants, but it was definitely bruised, mottled purple, darkest at the initial point of impact, but radiating out in an uneven corona from there.

It didn't actually seem to be bothering Edwin much, given as how he bent that knee to draw that foot up to brace himself, lifting his hips to make it easier for Charles to skin him out of his pants completely. He propped himself up on his elbows once the garment was gone, looking Charles over again, "Yours too, darling."

Charles shivered at the name, feeling dread and warmth battling in his limbs about it. He loved it. His fingers were clumsier than he expected as he fumbled with Edwin's trousers, pulling them off. The sigh of more skin, more warmth against him was once again something that made his breath come shorter.

At the movement of Edwin's leg, he spotted the bruised knee. It looked... bad, but alive. Charles let out a breath before leaning in, pressing a kiss in the inner side of Edwin's knee, near the bruise. Kisses made everything better after all. And oh, the skin was so soft and warm there, Charles couldn't help following a trail up Edwin's inner thigh to his underwear.

"Right, yeah, trousers," Charles breathed, eying the tent between Edwin's legs with hungry eyes and parted lips. It was an effort to pull away and get to his own trousers, dragging them off without any grace. Throwing them aside, he went back between Edwin's legs as if he couldn't live outside from that space.

His eyes dipped partway closed at that gentle kiss, watching Charles through his lashes as he just continued that line of them, leg slowly relaxing as he did, making a quiet, half-swallowed sound at the sensation.

He took the bare moments that Charles spent shedding his own pants to catch his breath, only to have it leave him again in a contented sigh when Charles returned, shifting his weight so that he could run the backs of his fingers along the arch of Charles' cheek again, "How did I get so lucky?" It was a half-breathless, gently-murmured question, and it was entirely possible that he hadn't actually meant to ask it aloud, but it was definitely something he'd thought to himself more than once.

Charles was ready to move into another set of kisses when he heard that low praise. His cheeks blushed and he actually could feel them do that. His face was hot and red. And his chest was so full he could cry. Whenever Edwin praised him, no matter how, it was just special.

"Keep asking that myself too, love," he whispered in a huff of laughter. He almost died without anyone giving a damn, and then comes this ghost, to literally bring life into a small part of his life, and into the rest of his afterlife. Luck, yeah. Fate, maybe.

Tilting his head, he kissed the inside of Edwin's wrist, loving the warmth of it. Loving the way life was flowing under his skin. Then Charles reached down to stroke Edwin's thighs, grabbing them to guide them around his waist, just to have a feel of what was about to come. He rolled his hips against Edwin, letting go of a shaky breath.

"Lemme prepare you, yeah? Open you up for me," he breathed, and just the thought of that made his hardness twitch.

A soft, half-startled 'oh' escaped him at the press of Charles' lips against his wrist. He'd already liked the sensation as it was, but having it right there against warm skin, feeling it against that pulse point, that was something else again, and it was enough to set something hot and liquid settling in the pit of his stomach again.

"Yes, yes please." It came out a little more unsteady and a little more breathless than Edwin had been aiming for, but the way he hitched his knees higher against Charles' sides, heels digging into the back of his thighs for a moment -as if to prove he could keep Charles penned in if he wanted to- was enough to indicate that it was excitement rather than nerves.

Charles nodded, his lips parted with kisses he wanted to give, with praises he wanted to utter, but all he could do was breathe. If it was up to him he could have rubbed himself against Edwin until he came, and it wouldn't even take long... He still needed to take a few moments, just grinding against the other before he could pull away, to get the lube where he put it. And a pack of condoms.

"Yeah so I got these too," Charles started as he returned to Edwin. His voice was raspy, thick from arousal. "If you think it'd better with, uh, protection," he added, holding the pack in one hand, while his other hand sneaked up Edwin's thigh, fingers sliding under the leg of his underwear to tease. Charles personally wouldn't want to wear rubber, they probably had no diseases but it could get messier than when they were ghosts so... he wanted to give Edwin the option.

Edwin's legs tightened against Charles again at that easy rocking of his hips, his own tilting up to meet the movement halfway, making another quiet, wholly pleased sound as he did, it was just this side of perfect, and he almost wanted to just keep going like that, but he wasn't sure they'd have time to recover and actually couple as they both wanted to if they both ground to completion first.

His brow creased a little at the offer, visibly weighing the pros and cons of each option, something that wasn't as easy to do or as quickly calculated as it would have been at any other time, finally just concluding: "Without, I think. More familiar that way, yes?" Another easy smile, "And besides, gives us an excuse for another shower before all this is over."

"God, I love you, mate," Charles huffed a laugh, thinking about the shower. Yes, oh... that would be brills. So he put the pack down and turned his attention to Edwin's underwear. Charles took his time pulling it off, letting his gaze roam at the fully nude sight of Edwin. His skin was fascinating, so pale but not as pale as in death. It was something Charles wanted to explore, inch by inch, he wanted to know all its warmth and the sounds Edwin would make when he kissed certain parts. His gaze lingered on pink nipples before turning to the boy's hardness.

Charles licked his lips.

"Gonna make this good for you," he said hungrily, and took the lube bottle, while he nudged Edwin's thighs apart, moving between them again. Before he did anything, however, he leaned in to take a lick at the boy's cock, unable to restrain himself anymore.

"It's you, Charles, there's no way it won't be good." The answer was easy as anything, and while that kind of perception, being seen usually set him on edge, it was different when it was Charles, and he wasn't even going to try and figure out what that meant or what caused it, he was just going to appreciate it for what it was.

That line of thought was effectively halted by the hot, slick swipe of Charles' tongue, the sensation enough to have his eyes going unfocused again and more than enough to make his cock twitch, bobbing heavily. He did finally manage to dislodge his voice again, sounding just a little strained, "This will be over far too soon if you continue doing that." As with the kiss to his wrist, it was a sensation he already knew he enjoyed, but it was so much more visceral when alive, so much more than it usually was and even just that first lick had been bordering on too much.

Oh, Charles got that, somehow. That Edwin was special. That the way he looked at him, the way he sometimes said the most mundane things and Charles was feeling more in love than ever... he got it. Just like now, Edwin just casually told him that anything he did was good and that... felt good. Charles couldn't help leaning in to kiss the lips that said those words.

"But you taste good, love," he said as he pulled away, and poured some lube on his fingers. "But yeah, lemme see how you feel then," he breathed, ignoring how his hand was trembling.

Charles's breath hitched when he felt just how hot Edwin was against his fingertips, and gave a low gaps when he pushed in one finger. He was more careful than he usually was, not wanting to hurt Edwin's alive body at all. Not when he got to know how sweet it was.

Edwin was hardly going to notice Charles' hands shaking over the way he had started to tremble a little, just a low-level tremor sliding along his limbs, up his spine, already bordering on a delicious sort of overwhelm.

He'd tilted his head up into the kiss, but before he could actually catch up to respond to it in kind, Charles had drawn away again and Edwin could only let his head roll back at the pressure of Charles' fingers against and then inside him, and that, too, was one of those sensations that was familiar but was far more intense alive than it was as a ghost.

Edwin's breathing had hitched upwards, short and shallow, but like the low tremble, it was desire, even need, more than anything else. It was only a moment or two before Edwin relaxed, something slow and deliberate, the way it often was when they were together, it had just been a matter of remembering how to relax muscles properly rather than remembering how to manipulate his spectral form.

Watching Edwin as Charles pressed his finger in was... divine. Charles wasn't religious but surely, there was something holy in the way Edwin reacted. He was so bloody beautiful and Charles couldn't help his moan at the sight.

Everything was familiar, but it felt like they were finally thouching each other for real, rather than in a dream. It was intense, and Charles's heart could not calm down, and he was throbbing. He felt Edwin adjust around him, and that was when he continued on with slow, deliberate dips, hearing the obscene wet sound of the lube when he moved his finger.

"You are so... fucking pretty, Edwin," Charles whispered, as he reached for his cock, the same time adding a finger too. He stroked Edwin through the discomfort, so he could follow up with a third finger.

Edwin's legs had dropped open further, keeping Charles penned in but giving him space to work, one knee was still drawn up so that he could more easily roll his hips in counterpoint to Charles' movements, finding that he enjoyed the sound of it as well, though he didn't think he'd be able to explain why.

At being called pretty he blushed again, that uneven spread from the hollow of his throat, up over the back of his neck and his ears, and down his front and even partway down his arms, that sun-starved-pale skin flushing brightly, and whatever he'd been about to say in return was lost to a half-swallowed groan at the hand on his cock. He lifted one hand, teeth setting against a curled knuckle to reflexively muffle the sound, before remembering a moment later that he didn't have to do so, letting his head roll back again with the next moan, both hands scrabbling at the blanket beneath him.

What he finally managed was a shaky: "Too much." He was still relaxed around Charles' fingers, which was a good indication that wasn't too much and he wasn't in any sort of pain, it was just the combined sensation was too much for him if the idea was not to send him over the edge just yet.

"Ah..." Charles gasped, letting go of Edwin's dick for now. If they had time, he would have made him come. He would have made him come by hand, by mouth, cleaning him up with his tongue and doing it all over and over again until his pleasure turned into pain, and then take him. Because that was what bodies were for, right? For the extremes... Charles stuttered a breath as he was thinking about it.

Edwin felt wet and right around his fingers, so Charles pulled out. He looked over the other, flushed and pink and aroused and... yeah, yeah Charles wondered how he still had any sober thoughts aside from shagging him senseless.

"Wish we had more time," Charles whispered. But before that thought could cripple him, he tugged off his underwear too and coated himself. And fuck, he didn't expect his grip to be that hot. His own hand... So when he crawled between Edwin's legs again, he was shaking from excitement and from holding back, too.

"I- I'll try to go slow..." Charles swallowed, warning himself too. Then he slowly pressed in.

Any other time, Edwin would have let him, he loved the feeling of being taken through his peak and further past it without any time between to recover, he liked that kind of overstimulation, but he knew it would be too much for him in this state, and he wanted to make sure Charles was satisfied as well.

He did manage to key down again, a little, as Charles withdrew to prepare himself as well, Edwin managed to catch his breath if nothing else, bringing Charles back into focus as he returned, smiling up at him, "Do try. But trust I'll be alright if you don't manage it." He'd drawn both knees up, pressing them against Charles' sides, keeping him steady even as one hand lifted to run his fingers through Charles' hair, "Kiss me again?"

Charles wanted to say that yes, he knew Edwin would be alright, no matter what, but that didn't mean he won't try.

He expected Edwin to be warm, but he didn't expect how warm, almost hot. As the tip of his prick slid right past Edwin's rim, Charles gave a noise that could have been mistaken to pain. But oh, it was quite the opposite. He felt Edwin's legs at his sides, then the touch in his hair grounded him to the moment. God, he was where he always wanted to be... Alive, with his heart attempting to break his ribcage, between the beautiful Edwin Payne's legs. How could he not kiss him, or do anything he said?

Charles was almost in a daze as he cradled Edwin's shoulders to steady himself, and moved in to kiss him. He was sweaty, shivering from need, and he tasted Edwin's lips again. Charles started to suspect he was in heaven. With that silly thought, he tilted his head to deepen their kiss, sliding his tongue past Edwin's lips, licking into yet another kind of warmth.

Edwin just moaned at the sensation himself, he'd known what to expect as far as the feeling of stretch, of being filled, but the warmth of it, the way he was pretty sure he could feel Charles' pulse in his cock, just made it all the more intense.

He was thankful for the kiss as a distraction, just tilting his head up into the kiss, propping himself up on an elbow again a little more fully -something that pressed his chest just that much more solidly against Charles- as he replied to that kiss in kind, lips parting, at the tease of Charles' tongue. He took that as a cue and deepened the kiss hungrily. One leg hitched higher, practically curling around Charles' waist as if to draw him in further.

The hand in Charles' hair curled a little more tightly, nails pressing gentle and insistent against his scalp, drawing the curls between his fingers taut, not yanking, but a steady, solid tension against the roots, something he knew Charles had replied favorably to in the past, but likewise something he wasn't sure would be too much at the moment, given how intense all the other sensations were.

A moan bubbled up from Charles's throat when Edwin pulled him closer. Every little touch and movement felt so much more intense, than when they were ghosts. Charles's grip on Edwin tightened, his hips rolled forward, pushing in deeper without really meaning to. And god, the sensation was mental.

Charles had to stop kissing Edwin to get some air, something he wasn't entirely used to anymore. He pressed his brows against his cheek as he was trying to breathe and just take in the sensation of his cock being buried inside the hot wetness of Edwin...

"I love you so much, Edwin, I lo- love..." Charles mumbled, half out of it as he slowly pulled out, just to experience the sensation of pushing back in. His moan echoed through his chest, making him feel Edwin's body pressed against him even more. Right, yeah, Heaven...

Edwin let his head fall to the side again as Charles broke the kiss to catch his breath, finding that he had to do the same, panting raggedly, but that breathlessness didn't stop him from moaning in return as Charles moved, it was reflex to arch against him again as he pushed forward, fingers tightening in Charles' hair again, Charles' name spilling out of his mouth like a prayer, lost to the sensation of it all.

The hand that wasn't caught in Charles' hair was roaming over his arm and side and back, as if he might be able to commit Charles' body to memory just via touch, as if he might be able to memorize it further than he already had. He turned his head to press a kiss to Charles' temple, "Charles, Charles please." Another shaky breath, hips rocking against Charles' again, trying to pull himself together enough to actually get his request out, "Please, I want to be overwhelmed, feel everything, please."

Charles absolutely loved when Edwin asked for things. Let it be an item, a favor, or to feel everything... The desperation in his voice, the touches in his hair and body, oh, Charles was lost.

"Yeah, love, anything you want, anything," Charles moaned, loving to say that sentence. He kissed down Edwin's cheek and jaw, gently gnawing at his neck to redo the angry little marks he did earlier, while he tilted his hips so he could reach between them. He felt Edwin's balls first squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers before he moved to his shaft, sliding his fingers around it. "So wet, innit?" Charles laughed, breathless as he swiped Edwin's tip with his thumb. "Still wanna taste you so bad," he groaned as he coated Edwin with his own precum, and started stroking him along with the slow rhythm of his hips. He wanted to overwhelm him but he wanted to start it slow, it was both worse and better that way.

Edwin's eyes fluttered closed at the press of teeth against the still-sensitized skin at the base of his throat, that pleasant sting enough to get a breathless gasp of: "Oh, Charles." The fact that he was barely managing to string two words together at a time was probably the best indication that Charles was on the right track.

Edwin's fingers dug into Charles' shoulder at that first stroke, half-choking on a 'please', he knew Charles was saying things, but hadn't registered much more than the cadence, the warmth of his voice, he knew he wasn't parsing actual words, and knew that if it was an actual question, Charles would ask again so he could focus.

For the moment, however, he was going to let himself drift in the building sensation, both legs curled around Charles' waist, hips canted up to meet the movements both of Charles' hands and of his hips.

Thanks to Charles taking it slowly, he managed to plateau after a few moments, which in turn allowed him to actually collect himself enough to speak, breathless still, but not desperate, "Charles, if you've not," the statement was interrupted by a soft, pleasured whine, eyes dipping closed again as he struggled to collect himself once more, "if you've not finished by the time I do, please, please keep going until you do."

Another thing Charles loved was to hear Edwin say his name like that. And... and telling him so bloody arousing things.

"Yeah?" Charles asked, tilting his head to try and look into Edwin's face. He heard his right, oh he heard him, but just wanted to see the face Edwin made while he said it. Fuck, he was so hot. Flushed and in pleasure, with Charles's hand on him, and Charles's inside him. Just the sight could push Charles through the edge but now, with such a request, he had a new goal. "You got it," Charles breathed, going back to mark Edwin more.

He rolled his hips deeper, and with more vehemency then. His grip picked up too, sliding smooth and firm on Edwin's cock. He felt so deep, and hot, and Charles whined in pleasure just imagining him coming on his cock... With every prayer Edwin said, Charles echoed his name, wanting to be there with Edwin in every way possible; in his dreams, in his desire, in his head... deep and wanting, and not enough.

If they were only going to get to do this once, Edwin wanted to make the most of it, he wanted to feel everything, and he wanted to feel it with Charles, and the fact that Charles himself seemed keen on providing it just made it all the better.

As Charles redoubled his efforts Edwin's head rolled back with another breathless moan, arching against his partner again, the hand at Charles' shoulder scrabbling across his back, clinging to him as tightly as he could manage, as if he wanted to meld their edges in the way that sometimes happened when doing this in their usual state.

Edwin could practically taste his climax coming, feeling the pleasure tightening at the small of his back and the pit of his stomach, he wanted to warn Charles that he was close, but could only gasp his partner's name, high and wild, panting even before his pleasure crested, leaving him shaking, legs tight around Charles' waist, arm solid against his back, trembling with the force of his orgasm in much the same way he'd done the first time they'd been together, overwhelmed tears catching at the corners of his eyes and then spilling over as he lost himself to the sensations.

It was that one thing, that was better when they were spectral: they could get closer. They could melt into each other, indeed. And Charles loved that part, when they almost become one, that was always something he was looking forward to. With them possessing bodies now he could feel the limits, but he could also feel the pleasure different: more intense, more alive.

With the faster pace, Charles felt a wave of spark, pleasure, run down his spine. It was different from when they were ghosts. Not new, but not nostalgic either... This was something that was only happening here and now, with Edwin.

"Edwin..." Charles stuttered his name when he felt him come; in his hand and around his cock too. "Edwin," he called, whining and needy and in awe. He didn't stop when he felt Edwin come, he stroked him through it, fucked him through it, way after when the boy was spent. Charles was concentrating so hard to let Edwin ride it through the end that his body was shaking from the effort.

"Love you, Edwin, so much, I..." Charles rambled, leaning in to kiss him, even if he could barely breathe... and he didn't stop moving either, slowed down but didn't stop.

Edwin's entire body had gone lax, arm sliding from Charles' shoulder to drop to the mattress over his own head, breathing still shaky and uneven, realizing dimly that Charles was still hard, was still moving and the realization as much as the sensation sent a juddering wash of feeling through him, it was mostly pleasure, but it was the kind that was bordering on too much in the best possible way.

It took actual effort to hitch his leg up around Charles' waist again, voice a breathless murmur, "Charles, please." He managed to rock his hips with Charles' next movement, making it clear that was a plea to continue rather than to stop.

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