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

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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 was laughing, and Charles could hear and feel it through his body... He wasn't religious, but he was sure this experience matched something holy.

"Guess not," Charles joined in with his chuckle, shaking his head. "Right, imagine that," he sighed. Fuck, he would have definitely snapped if the Nurse started to get into the details. Charles looked over Edwin once again.

"Gotta make sure to use the hour properly, yeah? Not gonna let you go until the last minute is done," he purred. Not with Edwin looking so delicious. His blush was fading, right, but Charles could put it back on him. Maybe see where else he would blush more.

"Where were we..." he muttered in a smirk, moving back down again.

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It only took him a moment, mostly thanks to Charles simply picking up where he'd left off, that the question of where they'd been in the proceedings was a rhetorical one, likewise he couldn't hold back the moan that curled free from his chest, head rolling back over the arm of the couch again.

He was definitely still flushed in places, the tips of his ears, the hollow of his throat, spreading in uneven blotches down his chest. His breath trembled a little on the inhale, finding all of this far more overwhelming than he'd expected it to be.

It was familiar, yes, hardly the first time they'd done something like this, but at the same time it was so much more visceral now, needing to breathe, feeling the way his pulse raced, and the throb of desire that coursed through him as Charles moved. Even the comforting warmth of Charles was somehow more pronounced now than it was in their usual state, so while it was all familiar, or nearly so, it was also new in so many ways, and was enough to leave him feeling a little dizzy.

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The couch creaked just a bit as Charles moved lower on Edwin's body, reminding him that they have a body and a weight. He almost coughed when he had to swallow all that saliva from his mouth. But he knew better than to say something about eating Edwin this time. Instead, he stroked him a few more times, just watching, feeling his hands hot and sure around the boy's cock. A sound resembling half-sob, half-choke left him as he realized he was going to take Edwin in his mouth and taste him.

But right, no time...

So Charles licked his lips and leaned in, taking the tip of Edwin's cock in his mouth. He took a hard, deliberate lick at hit his slit, before sucking. Then, with a moan, he took him deeper, tasting, experimenting. It's hotter than he expected. Bigger, too. But maybe it was just the excitement. Either way, Charles moaned when the taste finally registered, sending a thrill down his spine.

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Edwin's breathing had fallen short just at the movement of Charles' hand on him, having to swallow reflexively himself as if that might make him better able to process what he was feeling, and he was feeling quite a bit.

The solid, near-purposeful swipe of Charles' tongue against the sensitive tip was enough to make his breath catch, escaping again as a thready, garbled noise that might have been words at one point but didn't quite make it there, fingers sliding through Charles' hair, delighting in the way the curls seemed to cling to his fingers, as if every part of Charles wanted to be as close as possible, which was a ridiculous thought, but he was already too far gone to care.

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Charles actually chuckled when he felt Edwin's fingers in his hair. They felt so real. Warm! Alive! With a sound, he took Edwin further into his mouth, lapping at the underside of his hardness. And he moaned. He expected a taste but not so... soon? Or so... wet, and warm. It was discovering it all over again, or maybe for the first time. It made him so excited that he had to pop Edwin out of his mouth for a moment to breathe. He looked up at him, with wet lips, checking if everything was alright.

Charles cleared his throat, licking his lips before going back. He grabbed Edwin again, while his other hand pinned him down on the couch, and took him inside again, this time expecting the taste, the hardness and the excitement that came with all those sensations. He was sloppy, however, letting himself get lost in Edwin's taste and the fact that it was Edwin... alive... If they had time, Charles would have kissed him everywhere, just so he could remember how Edwin's skin tasted. They may have time for it later, maybe not.

Only after Charles felt like he wanted more, he settled on a rhythm to pleasure Edwin, to let him know what he wanted.

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Edwin was already well on his way to being overwhelmed, but in a way he was entirely in favor of, which was new for him, but not really a surprise considering that Charles was the cause of it. His head had rolled back against the arm of the couch, though it lifted as Charles drew off of him, blinking slowly, trying to bring the other boy into focus, which he'd only just managed when Charles set right back to work.

The renewal of that sensation, hot and slick and wholly, vibrantly alive, was enough to make him whimper, fingers tightening their hold in Charles' hair just briefly, managing to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to reassure Charles that the noise hadn't been an upset or an objection, though all he could actually pull together was: "So good."

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Charles always loved it when Edwin was vocal with him, when he told him he was good, that he felt good because of Charles. But hearing it in his pleasure-filled voice was something else. A sharp spark of pleasure rolled down Charles's spine at it. His knees surely would have buckled if they were standing.

"Cannot hear ya, love," Charles managed to say around Edwin's cock. "Say it louder."

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The demand of a request got a strangled sort of laugh out of Edwin, head lolling back again even as he gave Charles' hair a gentle tug, managing to pull himself together, briefly, if only long enough to teasingly chide: "Don't talk with your mouth full, Charles."

Even despite the tease of a chastisement the sensation -and the change in sensation with Charles' breath gusting against his skin as he spoke- was delightful, nearly overwhelming, but not in a way that he wanted to stop, no he definitely wanted more of it, which was why he also managed a slightly more breathless, "But do please continue otherwise, it's delightful."

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Charles couldn't help laughing at the scolding. He was about to tease again, but then Edwin told him to continue. And that was something he would have rather done. So with a hard lick at him, Charles continued.

He took Edwin deeper with each bob of his head, to the point where he could feel him bump against the back of his throat. Oh, what a sensation, Charles thought with a sound. Then he took him further in, slow and deliberate, fighting against the gag reflex to swallow around him. He set a steady pace then, only stopping to take Edwin deeper to pleasure him with his throat too. It was so hot. So bloody dirty and Charles loved it. So much that he picked up the pace, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked Edwin more.

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Edwin had been about to remind Charles to be careful, there were reflexes to contend with now that they didn't have to worry about as ghosts, but then Charles quite literally swallowed him down and it was enough to have that worry dissolving in the pleasure of the sensation, enough to dissolve his words completely, just letting out a half-hitched little sound, thighs trembling with the effort not to arch into the sensation until Charles actually drew off a ways.

His breathing was shallow, not as ragged or as painful as it had been before his cracked ribs had been mended, but already rapidly approaching the tipping point, tugging fitfully at Charles' hair again in warning, unable to actually form the words.

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Charles instinctively pinned Edwin more onto the couch by his hips as he felt the tugging in his hair. His heart was beating so hard and fast in his chest, he was almost afraid Edwin could somehow feel it. But he didn't stop. He kept going, feeling his throat raw from all that he put it through, but oh, how sweet it was. He loved to feel it.

Charles barely noticed the small, happy sounds he gave with each bob of his head, wanting Edwin to feel it. He wanted Edwin to have this, to feel this, to not hold back... To experience how it was to come like this, to have someone serve him and swallow everything he had. Charles risked a glance up at him, wanting to see Edwin for a moment before he lost himself in pleasuring him again. Because this was amazing... It was so good that Charles forgot himself too many times.

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Edwin was already gone on the sensation, eyes half-closed, expression -and mind- absolutely hazed with pleasure, that trembling in his thighs having spread upward, feeling a little as if he might shake apart completely if not for Charles' hands keeping him anchored in place.

He'd meant to actually warn Charles before he went over that edge, but the breaking point of that building pleasure all but blindsided him, stomach tightening and hips jolting up against Charles' hold as orgasm swept down his spine, leaving him shaking with the force of it.

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Charles was so eager that he only realized that Edwin had reached his peak when he felt it in his mouth. With a desperate sound, Charles attempted to swallow him, to try and reduce any mess, but truly it was to taste him more. To take something of his in him, however dirty that sounded... The taste was so intense and hot at the back of his tongue that he had to force himself not to moan so he wouldn't choke. A few drops still escaped his attempts, but he licked them all up as he pulled off of Edwin. He looked at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and realized he was trembling.
 
"That was brills, wasn't it?" Charles huffed in a half-laugh, his voice raspy. "Wow," he licked his lips. Bloody hell, this was addictive, he thought a little alarmed. 

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He managed a nod, though words were still caught somewhere in the back of his throat, breathing still shaky and shallow, gulping down air like he'd just been saved from drowning, catching half blindly at Charles' arm and shoulder just pulling him close, burying his face in the crook of Charles' neck, dimly realizing that tears were spilling out of him and he wasn't even sure why, since that had been amazing in a way he didn't even have words for.

The only real clear thought in his mind was that Charles had been right, this was an entirely different experience alive than it was in their usual state, and once he had a few minutes to settle he'd realize the overflow of emotions was most likely due to the endorphin rush, as that wasn't the kind of thing he was used to at all, but right at the moment all he could do was cling to Charles like a lifeline and try to rein himself in.

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As Edwin reached for him, Charles went to him. He put his arms around him, and pressed close, holding him tightly. As tightly as he could, now that he was allowed; enjoying the way Edwin had weight and mass in his arms. He kissed his cheeks and neck, his ear, and wherever he could reach him without needing to let go of his hold.

"Love you, yeah?" Charles whispered into his ear before kissing his earlobe. "So much, Edwin." God, he didn't come but he felt the overwhelming sensation of it being so much and not enough, and the need to be close to Edwin. They were together for thirty years now, and got closer, and Charles still felt so giddy every time he could hold Edwin. As if it was the first time. He loved him so dearly, in death, and in life... "So much," he repeated.

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It didn't take long for the tears to subside, and the shaking soon after, still holding Charles close, nodding at the reassurances until he managed to get his voice back, "I love you too, Charles, more than I can say."

Another deep breath followed, less shuddering than it had been, turning to press his face into the crook of Charles' neck again, finally beginning to settle again, letting one hand roam down Charles' side, kneading at his hip, drawing his head up to actually see Charles' face as his fingers roamed a little lower, "I can't hope to manage what you've just done." He had some trouble with it even as a ghost, too many memories of being gagged and unable to speak, and was reasonably sure it would be worse now, "But I should quite like to see what sort of reactions I can wring from you otherwise, if you're amenable."

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Charles nuzzled at Edwin, humming low, content, as if purring. He could get used to this. The trembles and warmth of Edwin's body. His pulse under him, the way his skin felt against his lips. It was all just so beautiful, sensual... alive. Especially when Charles could feel Edwin's wandering hands.

He smiled when he heard Edwin talk. Charles tilted his head to look at him, his gaze roaming all over his face. His Edwin.

"Hmm, you wanna know?" Charles chuckled, maybe a little excited. Edwin could force him to his knees with only a look, so he was always curious what he would plan when they were... having fun. "I also have some ideas," Charles mumbled amused, pressing his hips between Edwin's legs. He was so close, he was sure Edwin could also feel the twitch in his pants.

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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."

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Charles was looking at Edwin's face with a dazed smile, lost in the closeness of him. And a laughter broke from him when he felt his hand against his crotch. It was so new, so expected and yet unexpected. He pressed into Edwin's touch, seeking, feeling, wanting...

"Uh huh," he said, trying to focus on Edwin's words. It was a bit difficult with his hand down there, with Charles rubbing against him. "Yeah, Edwin, mate, I just wanna take you so badly," he said in a breathless laugh. "I know we dun' have time but I wanna feel you naked an' I wanna be inside you, yeah? Like, I'm... dying here, Edwin."

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"Oh." He wasn't sure why he hadn't expected that particular line of thought, but it was definitely something he'd be interested in if they had the time, though he was sure it would be even more overwhelming than having Charles' mouth on him had been.

He also hadn't expected that just hearing Charles' voice in that tone would be enough to have want curling in the pit of his stomach again, which was why he just ran with his first instinct in keeping himself from getting sidetracked. He snaked his free hand up against the nape of Charles' neck, dragging him into a kiss even as his fingers worked down past the elastic of Charles' shorts to actually curl around his prick.

Edwin's eyes fluttered closed briefly, half-whining into the kiss at the heat of Charles' skin against his palm, it was definitely the kind of thing he could get addicted to, and he wasn't letting himself think any further ahead into what would happen when they were returned to their usual state, no, he was just going to focus on the moment and doing what he could to overwhelm Charles as fully as Charles had done to him moments before.

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Charles moaned into their kiss in the most pathetic way. He kissed Edwin as if he was the drop of water in the middle of a desert, hungry and needy, and still wanting more. He froze for a moment when he felt Edwin's fingers directly on him, only to start moving into his touch.

"Edwin," he whined, pulling away from their kiss so he could breathe. But it wasn't too effective, because without Edwin's lips on his, he somehow still had breath to talk. "Edwin, please, god..." he groaned, tilting his hips to thrust into Edwin's grip more. Charles felt like he was going to go mad. His heart was beating so fast and hard that he felt it in his cock too. "I wanna know your body, I wanna know how you feel," he rambled as he was rolling his hips, seeking more of Edwin's hand.

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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.

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Those were Edwin's fingers, his real, alive fingers. Charles could grab them, he could gently bite them if he wanted... And now they were pleasuring him. His hips moved into the touch again, fucking into Edwin's hand.

"Please... please, Edwin," Charles begged. "It changes everything," he whined, tilting his head to press his lips under the boy's jaw. "You'd feel so good, you'd... feel..." he rambled, kissing down Edwin's neck, reaching his collar. Charles made a clumsy work of undoing Edwin's bowtie and tugging his collar lower to get to more skin. With a hungry sound, Charles pressed his lips against Edwin's neck, kissing and sucking, and very eager to leave a mark.

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Edwin's eyes went unfocused at the pressure of Charles' mouth at his throat, a shiver rolling down his spine and back up again, leaving him trembling for a moment, though somehow not breaking his stride with the movements of his hand, stroking again, fingers still snug against Charles' cock, another slow stroke even as his own head lolled back to give Charles that much more space.

The sensation was enough to dissolve his vocabulary, losing the thread of conversation, only able to feel and react and try to spur Charles on further. Edwin made a breathless, half-swallowed little sound as Charles actually started sucking, relishing the sting even as he gave a rolling twist of his wrist, giving another, firmer squeeze as he did, thumb nudging up against the smooth patch beneath the head of Charles' cock, applying a nearly gentle, rolling pressure there.

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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.