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Charles stumbles backward through the mirror and into their agency office, fingers wrapped around Edwin’s wrists and pulling him forward. He slides his hands up Edwin’s arms and laughs as he tugs at the end of his bowtie. “You were brills tonight. Incredible.” He grins and his eyes rove intensely up and down Edwin as they separate long enough for Charles to take off his backpack and for them both to shuck off their overcoats.
And then Edwin’s hands are at his waist, rucking up his polo, exposing the skin so Edwin can skim his fingers over his hip bones. He leans forward to drop a kiss to Charles’ lips, smiling as he pulls back and says, “You did all the hard work. I never could have done the spell without you.”
Now it’s Charles’ turn to lean forward, pressing their lips together again, humming into Edwin’s mouth and swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. Charles’ fingers hook on Edwin’s waistband and they move together through the wall of their office and into the room next to it. This was Charles’ idea after they got together, to convert this empty space into a bedroom – a cozy little escape from the demands of casework, just for the two of them.
“Charles, we don’t sleep,” Edwin had said at the suggestion.
“There’s other things we can do in a bed, mate,” Charles had told him, pressing his lips together to try to stifle a smile. And when Edwin’s eyebrows had climbed up his forehead and his cheeks had turned positively red, Charles backtracked, saying, “But we don’t have to do any of that. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever. Ok? But with the agency being so crowded now, it’d be nice to have a space just for ourselves.”
Edwin’s initial embarrassment had taken a moment to wear off, but after a time he said, “Well, maybe we could try… some of that.” And he had glanced at Charles with something approaching mischief in his eyes, and Charles had nearly died again right then and there.
It had not taken long for Edwin to become an enthusiastic participant in some of that, what with Charles being a patient and gentle partner. And the more comfortable he felt, the more Edwin took the lead. He was pleased to discover that taking Charles apart, seeing his Charles laid bare before him, hair mussed and panting his name, thrilled him to his very core.
Now they were standing at the edge of their bed, the single lamp on the nightstand casting a soft glow over the room. Edwin carefully lifted Charles’ gold chain from around his collar and tucked it against his neck, while Charles removed Edwin’s starched collar and undid his top button with nimble fingers.
Edwin moved the braces off the other boy’s shoulders and lifted the polo over his head and tossed it aside. A soft breath left his lips as he took in Charles’ bare chest and arms, his chain glinting against bronzed collarbones. It was a sight he never tired of. “You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed.
At that, Charles pulled Edwin forward and tucked his face into the curve of his neck, dropping a kiss against soft skin and saying, “I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much.” He wrapped his arms around Edwin and squeezed, embracing him as tight as he could, not satisfied unless they were as connected as two puzzle pieces fit together.
Edwin closed his eyes and savored their closeness, running his hands slowly up and down his back. “I do know, and I love you, too,” he answered with aching sincerity.
As Charles pulled away, he slid his hands between Edwin’s vest and shirt and lifted the vest over his head. And then he was kissing Edwin again as his fingers worked to undo the buttons down his shirt, a skill he was particularly proud of. He guided the fabric off Edwin’s shoulders until he was finally, blessedly bare chested against him.
Edwin grabbed Charles by the waist and pulled them tight together, rolling his hips against Charles just to hear him moan into his mouth. His lips parted in invitation and Edwin pressed his tongue forward, curling inside Charles’ mouth and sliding over his teeth. The kiss turned hot and needy as their tongues tangled together and Edwin skimmed his hand up Charles’ neck to cup the back of his head. Charles could never have guessed at the ecstasy of having Edwin’s tongue down his throat, but now he couldn’t imagine existing without it.
After a time, Edwin pulled back and ran his hands over Charles’ chest, before giving him a playful shove backward to sit him down on the edge of the bed. “Oh,” Charles breathed, his brown eyes dark and glassy, looking up at Edwin like he hung the stars. Edwin placed his hands on either side of his thighs and leaned forward to give him a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. And then he was kneeling in front of Charles, pushing his knees apart and undoing his trousers. “Oh God,” Charles whispered as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
Edwin moved aside the fabric and then had Charles’ pretty cock in hand. “Charles, look at me.” At that, Charles’ head snapped down to see Edwin’s deep green eyes gazing at him with focused intent. His stomach swooped at the sight.
And then Edwin shifted his hand and licked a stripe up from base to tip.
Charles’ hips jumped. “Bloody hell,” he gasped.
Edwin chuckled and did it again, swirling his tongue around the tip and then plunging down, taking his entire length in his mouth. Charles moaned, loud, and his eyelids fluttered closed as he felt like every nerve inside him was alight with pleasure. Edwin bobbed up and down, slick mouth over slick skin, tongue moving circles in a way that drove Charles mad with desire.
Charles ran his hands through Edwin’s hair, freeing it of product and mussing it up, and was filled with a possessive satisfaction knowing he was the only one to ever do so. Time stretched without meaning until Charles was squirming against his hold and gasping, “Edwin, Edwin, wait. I won’t last long if you keep that up. Could we – ?” But instead of finishing his sentence, Charles guided Edwin to his feet and leaned forward to untie his boots. Edwin had his hands on his shoulders while Charles pulled his boots and socks off and set them aside. They worked together to unfasten Edwin’s trousers and pull his clothes down until Edwin was naked in front of him. For a moment Charles rested his hands on Edwin’s hips and looked him up and down appreciatively, before pulling his own trousers and pants down over his hips and kicking his shoes and socks off.
Charles took Edwin’s hand and pulled them both toward the center of the bed. He cupped the back of Edwin’s head and drew him in for a kiss, before turning over to lay face down against the sheets. Edwin swiped the lube from the nightstand and spread some over his fingers. Laying a kiss to the side of Charles’ neck, he circled a finger around his tight hole before asking, “Alright?” as if Edwin hadn’t taken him apart like this a dozen times before.
“Aces,” he nodded, and then Edwin was dipping a slick finger inside him. Charles moaned and rolled his hips into the bed as Edwin began fingering him, moving in an out in a slow rhythm. Charles took hold of Edwin’s other hand and pulled him forward, twisting his head to meet Edwin in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Edwin responded by pressing a second digit inside, stretching. He opened Charles up, sliding his fingers forward and back until he was slick and ready.
Edwin pulled away to kiss Charles’ earlobe, right at the corner of his earring, and whisper, “I love seeing you undone beneath me.”
And that was the exact right thing to say because Charles could not stand another second without Edwin inside him. “I think – I’m ready,” he managed, his voice rough in a way that made Edwin’s breath catch in his throat. He removed his fingers and lined up his cock in their place. And then he pushed in, the tight heat surrounding his erection making him see stars. Slow, shallow thrusts pushed deeper until his hip bones were flush against taunt muscle.
Edwin leaned forward to put his forearm across Charles’ upper back, shoulder blade to shoulder blade, pale skin against tawny. He pressed his weight into Charles and whispered against the shell of his ear, “You were so brave tonight.”
Charles moaned, turning his face into the sheets as heat pooled in his gut – it felt like too much to look at Edwin when he said these things. He fisted the sheets and Edwin slid his free hand over Charles’ and twined their fingers. “You protected me. You kept me safe,” Edwin continued. He kept up his praises while he rolled his hips, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. “You are so good, Charles Rowland. You take me so well.”
Charles was beyond words now, beyond coherent thoughts. His mind emptied of everything except the warm weight of Edwin over him, the feeling of fullness where he pressed inside him, and his voice murmuring in his ear. With each thrust, broken little sounds escaped from the back of Charles’ throat.
“You look so handsome with me inside you. You are mine.” Charles arched his back, and the feeling of him meeting his thrusts was sparking every line of pleasure inside Edwin.
Charles felt like his atoms were going to vibrate apart as Edwin picked up the pace.
“You pretty thing. I want you to come for me.”
The feeling of being stretched open, the heat of his erection against his stomach, and Edwin whispering sweet praise into his ear was suddenly too, too much. “Edwin, fuck, fuck,” came his broken cry as his world went taunt with the force of a thunderclap and then released with rolling waves of pleasure.
Hearing Charles’ breathy gasps and feeling him clench around his cock was enough to send Edwin over the edge a moment later, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came with a moan against the back of Charles’ neck.
Edwin rested his forehead on the base of Charles’ skull as they both floated down from their high. His hips slowed as aftershocks faded into a blissed, well fucked feeling.
Edwin slowly pulled out, and they rolled in unison to arrange themselves chest to chest, legs tangled together and arms wrapping around each other. Charles lifted his hand to rest it against Edwin’s jaw, stroking his cheek with his thumb and looking at him through unfocused eyes. He brushed their noses together, before tipping his chin to press his lips against Edwins’. This kiss was softer and slower than before, and full of devotion. Charles showed Edwin his love through the kiss, full of warmth and affection and an overwhelming fondness that he could never quite put into words. And Edwin returned that love in equal measure while his fingers played over the small of Charles’ back.
Their tongues languidly circled each other, quiet sighs and unneeded breaths mingling together. They took their time, soft lips shifting against soft lips and fingers skimming over warm skin, unhurried in their exploration.
After a time, Charles kissed the corner of his mouth and then pulled back, keeping his hand at Edwin’s cheek. “I’m so gone for you, you know that?”
A fond smile pulled at Edwin’s lips. “As I am for you.”
“I’m in love with you,” Charles said, tears suddenly pricking at the corners of his eyes as affection welled in his chest. “Damn, sorry,” he said, chuckling as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Edwin brought his hands up to cup Charles’ face, brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Don’t apologize, I feel the same way,” he said before adding, “You are a marvel.”
Charles had to look away before those bright green eyes burned right through him. “Read to me?” he asked.
“Of course,” Edwin said.
They slid under the sheets and pulled the comforter up from the end of the bed. Edwin took his book from the nightstand and settled against the pillows, while Charles laid his head on his shoulder and curled around him. He opened his book and began to read.