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Go ahead let me watch you
Watch you watching me
Let me call you baby, let me call you queen
Let me breath in for you, let me be obscene
Mi Rumba - Sofi Tukker, ZHU
Edwin rolled them over, their legs still tangled. Charles moaned helplessly. He loved the reminder of how strong Edwin was, loved the sight and feel of his surprisingly broad frame over him. He tugged at Edwin’s hair and tried to wiggle his legs to cradle Edwin’s hips. He wanted Edwin’s tongue all the way down his throat and Edwin rutting against him, into him. Why were they still wearing pants?
Edwin had other plans. He manoeuvred so he was straddling Charles and sat up, a hand to Charles’s chest to keep him in place. Breaking the kiss was unfortunate, but Charles wasn’t going to complain about the view of his boyfriend, sitting flushed and shirtless on his lap. (Edwin’s sexual hangups were somewhat bewildering, in Charles’s opinion. This was the same guy who had no problem telling Charles to fuck his face being shy about letting Charles just look at him while they fooled around.)
“I got some other things for the household,” Edwin was saying.
Huh? Oh right, birthday. They’d been talking about what to do for Charles’s birthday and then someone had gotten distracted – Charles was pretty sure it was Edwin – and then Charles had thought they were onto a pretty good way to spend the morning. So why was Edwin bringing up not-gifts now?
He leant over Charles to reach for the bedside table’s drawer. That was a good start. That was where they kept the lube, condoms, and such. Sex toys would count as ‘for the household,’ right?
Charles, left to his own devices while Edwin shuffled around in the drawer, squeezed Edwin’s hips to hold him in place while he ground up into him. Edwin’s eyes fluttered shut and the damp spot on the front of his boxer-briefs grew.
Charles knew that someday they would grow out of the honeymoon, can’t keep their hands off each other phase, but, he thought as he slipped his hands under the waistband of Edwin’s pants to palm his ass, today was not that day.
A few pieces of paper hit his chest, startling him out of his reverie. Edwin was looking smugly down at him. He shot Edwin a questioning sort of look who responded with a ‘go on’ sort of look, so Charles withdrew a hand from Edwin’s pants, after another quick squeeze.
He snagged the papers and held them up so he could skim through the contents. Letters, addressed to each of them from the town clinic, a lot of NEGATIVEs. He vaguely remembered getting his STI screening results a few weeks ago and tossing it onto the kitchen table when it contained nothing alarming.
Edwin idly dragged a nail down his stomach in a way that was not helping him find whatever deeper meaning Edwin evidently wanted him to find.
Charles looked from the mail in his hand to his boyfriend.
“I was thinking maybe we could leave the condoms in the drawer today.” Edwin was clearly trying for an innocent tone, but he was working against himself with the way he was biting his lip as he stared at Charles’s mouth. Not to mention the lazy circles he was grinding with his hips onto Charles’s valiantly still hard dick. “And tomorrow. And the day after that.”
“Oh yeah?” Charles asked, teasing. “You remember that little idea we talked about the other day?”
‘Talked’ was a strong word for a conversation that had mostly consisted of Edwin whimpering into the pillow while Charles fucked him from behind with the deep, slow strokes that he had discovered were the best way to get Edwin near tears and begging. “Someday I wanna fuck you bare,” he’d whispered in Edwin’s ear, above his hitching little breaths, “see if you feel even better with nothing in between us.”
He’d meant it in the same absent way he tossed out other bits of dirty talk like, “I wish I could keep your dick in me forever” and, “I want you to tie me up and ride me until I scream.” (He actually really needed to have a follow-up conversation with Edwin about that one.) But this one had made Edwin whine and claw at the sheets in a way that made Charles’s back twinge with jealousy. Charles knew the scent of blood in the water. “Yeah? You wanna try that? Would you let me come inside you?”
And that had been all it took to have Edwin muffling a scream into the pillow while he frantically jerked himself off before coming so hard he almost passed out. Charles had followed milliseconds after with a shocked groan, unprepared for Edwin to writhe underneath him and clench around his dick quite like that.
In the present, Edwin attempted a casual shrug, like he wasn’t the one who’d lost his mind over it. “Only if you’re still interested.”
Charles opened his mouth for another quip then paused and picked up the papers again, this time paying more attention to the dates in the corner. “Have you been holding onto these for my birthday?”
Edwin flushed, looking actually embarrassed now, his body tensing up. That wouldn’t do.
Charles flicked the letters aside and tugged him down for a kiss, meeting him in the middle. “That’s really hot,” he pulled him the rest of the way down, needing Edwin’s body on top of his right now. His other hand, still on Edwin’s ass, he used to coax him into starting up his circles again. Edwin moaned and relaxed against him, tilting his head to allow access to his neck. “You wanna fuck me without a condom for my birthday, sweetheart?” Charles asking, biting a trail down Edwin’s throat to his collarbones. He hadn’t known collarbones could drive him wild before, but, well, everything about Edwin drove him wild.
Edwin’s breath hitched. “Yes. Charles, yes,” he nipped at the shell of Charles’s ear. But he’d paused for a second first.
Charles pulled back to look at him. “Was that not the plan?”
Edwin blushed, eyes skittering to the side for a second. “Charles, I am perfectly amenable to fucking you in whatever way or ways you want to be fucked.”
Charles huffed a laugh and kissed him - who said amenable during foreplay – and persevered. “But was that the plan?”
Edwin pushed himself up onto his elbows, so they were slightly less crushed together. Unfortunate. “Well, I may have assumed – I took the liberty of –“
Another Edwin quirk, he either talked about sex like one of Charles’s old cricket teammates or some sort of blushing Edwardian maiden, having apparently not learnt the middle ground.
Charles raised his eyebrows and waited, stroking both hands up and down Edwin’s back.
“I may have - made myself ready for you in the bathroom this morning,” he said, eyes fixed on something past Charles’s ear.
It was Charles’s turn for his breath to catch. One of his hands stayed petting Edwin’s hair like a reward for his honesty, the other slipped back into his pants and down to find his hole already slick and welcoming to Charles’s questing fingertip.
“Oh fuck,” Charles groaned. He pumped his finger in and out a few times – what was he supposed to do, not touch him, when Edwin had made all that effort for him – before moving to claw at the waistband of Edwin’s boxer-briefs. “Off. Off now.”
Edwin scrambled off him and the bed to comply, shimmying the offending garment down his legs before turning to Charles’s own underclothes. Charles pressed his hips off the bed to help him along.
Edwin paused, bent with his mouth hovering over Charles’s cock. “Fuck, I want you in my mouth.”
Charles bit back a whine. “But?” he asked, hearing the hesitation.
Edwin locked eyes with him now. “But I’ve been thinking about you fucking me raw all morning and I’m getting tired of waiting.”
“Christ,” Charles swore, kicking off his pants where they’d tangled at his ankles. “Get up here.”
Edwin laughed and let himself be hauled up onto the bed and turned onto his back. The breath was knocked from his lungs, but that didn’t stop him from trying to pull Charles into a kiss. He turned his attention to Charles’s neck instead, biting a kiss beneath his jaw, as Charles fumbled for something in the drawer. “Charles,” he whined, impatient.
“Ha!” Charles moved back to kiss him, lube from the drawer now in hand.
“Charles, I told you I already – “
“But I have to check your work, now, don’t I?” Charles asked, slicking up his fingers and eyeing him wickedly.
“I assure you no one has ever needed to check my work on anything,” Edwin said haughtily as he spread his legs and tilted his hips to give Charles better access.
“Can’t I just like touching you?” Charles asked, working two fingers into him. “I love the way you feel, love touching you knowing how you’ll feel around my cock later."
Edwin tossed his head back and groaned, rocking into the fingers, needing them deeper and harder. “I’m pretty sure you meant to say teasing me.”
Charles watched, transfixed, as his fingers fucked into his boyfriend. He was always stunned by how much Edwin’s body seemed to want him inside, how it stretched to accommodate him, squeezed as if to keep him there. “To-may-to, to-mah-to. If it helps, I’m teasing myself, too.” He bent down to kiss him, Edwin nipped at his lower lip.
“A third, Charles,” he ordered, eyes locked on Charles’s face. He stroked a hand through Charles’s hair to soften the command.
Charles was met with little resistance as he slipped a third finger in. He really deserved a commendation for his patience. “Tell me what you were thinking about, when you fingered yourself for me.”
“Charles,” Edwin groaned, “I thought about you, obviously. About you – yes, fuck - finding me and fucking me right there, bent over the sink.”
“Eds,” he gasped. There was an idea, they hadn’t done that yet.
“I left the door open,” Edwin continued, breathless, but not done destroying Charles’s sanity. “Just in case.”
“Fuck.” Charles pulled his fingers out as fast as he dared. He squeezed a little more lube onto his palm then stroked himself back to full hardness. Edwin licked his hips as he watched. Charles groaned and squeezed his erection at the base, this wasn’t going to last very long. He lined himself up, the head of his cock just kissing Edwin’s body where his hole was clenching around nothing. Jesus fuck.
“Wait,” Edwin gasped.
Charles jerked away like he’d been burned. “What’s wrong? What did I -“
“Nothing, I – Can I ride you?”
Charles gulped, taken aback by the uncharacteristic request. “Do you want to?”
“Yes,” Edwin said, he sounded sure. He sat up, half in Charles’s lap, to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Please, baby, say I can.”
Charles choked on a whine. “Yeah. Yeah, you can have anything you want.”
Edwin smiled like it really was him being granted a favour and pushed Charles onto his back. He moved to settle astride him, slowly, carefully, like he wanted Charles to admire the long lines of his body. Sure enough, when Charles could tear his eyes away from Edwin’s thighs and stomach and blood-flushed cock, he found his boyfriend pink-cheeked but making determined eye contact. Edwin, his Edwin, who sped through undressing like it was something shameful, was putting on a show for him.
“Fuck, I love you,” Charles sat up to pull him into a messy kiss.
“I know,” Edwin murmured between kisses. Charles’s brain was almost too ensnared by the confidence of the statement to notice the hand on his prick as Edwin guided him in and –
“Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck,” Charles whispered, his eyes shut tight. He’d lied earlier, when he said he knew how Edwin would feel around his cock. He knew how he felt with a condom between them, but that had not prepared him for this. Edwin always felt incredible – the best Charles had ever had, presumably the best anyone had ever had – but that had somehow been turned up and magnified and, “Jesus Christ,” Charles gasped, eyes squeezed shut tight and trying to think of something not sexy.
It wasn’t working. All he could think about was the feel of Edwin’s body and that hiccupping little sigh Edwin always gave when Charles first entered him.
Edwin’s hands moved to cup his face and Charles reluctantly opened his eyes. He was pretty sure one look at Edwin and he was going to lose it.
“Everything alright, Charles?” Edwin asked, lips brushing against Charles’s cheek. He sounded amused, the fucker.
Charles nodded shakily. Edwin’s face, so close to his own, was practically glowing. Charles pulled him into another kiss. “You feel – Fuck – I can’t –“ If he were with anyone other than Edwin he’d probably be embarrassed, but also if he wasn’t with Edwin he wouldn’t be feeling this way. “We’re doing this the other way next time, you need to feel -”
Edwin chuckled, low and dark, and pressed him back with one hand to his sternum. “Next time. Just lie back, baby, I’ve got you.”
Charles did as he was directed, helpless to do anything else. It had confused him at first, how he felt more vulnerable in this position than in any other he’d tried. Something about lying belly up and letting his partner do as they wished felt like a greater loss of control than when he was taking it on all fours. He loved it.
Edwin started to move, in small increments first, just slight motions of his hips and thighs that had Charles reeling, digging his nails into the palm of one hand to keep himself grounded. On top of him, Edwin was making no effort to hide himself. He was arching his back, both hands behind him braced on Charles’s thighs. The sight made Charles itch to get his hands all over him, to put him on his back, hold him down by his wrists and fuck. It simply wasn’t fair, for him to look that good. Charles shut his eyes again; he really wanted this to last.
Edwin stopped moving, shifting forward to cup Charles’s face with one hand. “Look at me, please?” Edwin’s voice sounded rough in a way that made Charles’s gut twist. “I like when you look at me.”
That made Charles open his eyes.
Edwin smiled and answered Charles’s unasked question, “I’m afraid I like it too much.” He punctuated this with a slow grind that had them both moaning. “You look at me like I’m some kind of incubus. Or,” Edwin’s blush deepened, “a sex god or something. It’s quite flattering but –“ he cut himself off and looked away. (Later, Charles will have thoughts about repressed Protestant upbringings that he will keep to himself.)
Charles reached up to link fingers with the hand cupping his face. “Mate, you are. I don’t think you know what you look like when you let go like this.” He gave a thrust upwards and Edwin’s face went slack and blissful - eyes soft, lips gently parted - like the stained glass that Charles used to stare at guiltily during church. He certainly made Charles want to get on his knees. “You look like a fucking dream, mate.”
Edwin was moving to meet him now. God, their rhythm was always so good. From the very first time, they’d known just how to move together. “Please don’t call me mate when we’re – oh!” The rest of the sentence was lost in a series of moans as Charles bent his legs and braced his heels against the mattress to thrust up harder.
“When we’re what? When you’re bouncing on my cock?” Charles scratched lines down Edwin’s thigh, from hip bone to knee, just to make him squirm.
Edwin tried to scowl but couldn’t quite manage it. Besides, Charles could feel the way he’d squeezed around him, just as he would if Charles bit his neck or pulled at his hair.
“Fuck, we should do this in front of a mirror so you can see what I see. Would you like that?”
Edwin shook his head frantically, even as he clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a shout as a thrust got him just right.
“Just an idea, love,” Charles smoothed a thumb over his partner’s hip and trying to replicate that angle. He needed Edwin incoherent and gasping.
“Charles,” Edwin whispered, moving both hands to Charles’s shoulders to give himself something to push against as he rode Charles harder. The slap of their hips meeting was growing louder and louder. Charles was amazed he was still speaking in complete sentences. He was so close to the edge. Charles felt like he was doing for well for someone who’d been afraid he’d shoot his load before he could even get inside Edwin. “Charles, the things you do to me.”
Charles squeezed his partner’s hips as his own moved faster and harder. “I know, love, you do the same to me.” He went to wrap a hand around Edwin’s own neglected cock, but Edwin caught his hand. He linked their fingers together and pressed their hands to the bed beside Charles’s head.
“This is about you, Charles,” Edwin murmured, before pressing their mouths together, less of a kiss and more exchanging air while their tongues fucked into each other’s mouths. Moving like this, Edwin’s cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing against their stomachs as Edwin fucked himself back on Charles.
Edwin broke the kiss to bite Charles’s shoulder. “Fuck. Charles, are you close?”
“Fuck, Eds, I’m so close,” Charles gasped. Obscenely, he felt like he was about to cry
“Do it,” Edwin whispered in his ear. “You said I can have anything so do it, come inside me.” His free hand came up to rest on Charles’s throat. He squeezed gently, just the once.
Charles gave in to the tide that had been rising up to consume him. He knew he was making some kind of sound, maybe saying words, but the noise was indecipherable, lost in the wave of pleasure that had taken over his mind. His face was pressed so hard to Edwin’s chest that he felt like he was bruising his forehead on his collarbone. He felt himself shudder and shake through his orgasm even as he felt himself slip away to some plane where everything was pleasure and heat and Edwin Payne whispering filth in his ear.
He came to and Edwin was still on top of him, kissing a line along his clavicle. Charles blinked, waiting for his eyes to focus.
Edwin smiled down at him, bumped their noses together and kissed him, sweet and lingering. “Charles,” he whispered, something prayerful in his tone. Charles smiled back and let himself be kissed, until he noticed something hard pressing into his stomach. He jerked back.
“Hang on, did you not –“
Edwin shrugged, “I was focused on you. It’s an easy enough fix.” He wrapped a hand around his still very hard prick.
“You can’t just –“ Charles huffed. He lifted Edwin off him – ignoring Edwin’s whine when they separated – and Edwin let himself be tossed onto on his back.
“Char-“ Edwin’s admonishing laugh was cut off as Charles rolled over gracelessly and swallowed him down.
Charles moaned, an instinctive reaction to the taste and feel of Edwin filling his mouth. He had one of Edwin’s - beautiful, ridiculous – legs slung over his shoulder a hand pressed to Edwin’s chest to keep him where he wanted him.
“Oh god,” Edwin moaned, one hand moving to grip Charles’s shoulder like he meant to leave marks. “Charles, you don’t have to –“
Charles pulled off with a slurp he might find mortifying later, but probably not. “Who the fuck said anything about have to? Do you want me to finger you while I do this or not?”
Edwin’s grip tightened until Charles was sure he actually would leave bruises. “Please,” he gasped.
Charles took him back into his mouth – too fast, his gag reflex had been a horrible discovery – and pulled his other arm underneath him so he could push two fingers into Edwin, giving himself enough room so he could fingerfuck him properly, the way Edwin had shown him he liked best.
“Oh - fuck!”
Charles hummed an agreement, which just made Edwin moan louder, while he tried to get his mouth and arm moving in coordination. He hadn’t done this enough times – yet – to really get it down, how to fuck his face on Edwin’s cock as he fucked Edwin’s ass with his fingers and arm. It didn’t really matter. Edwin was muffling shouts into his forearm and writhing like he wasn’t sure which he wanted more of, just that he wanted.
“More. Oh please, god, more,” Edwin gasped.
Charles adjusted to add a third finger and continue bobbing of his head. He knew he was making a mess of himself. He could see a line of drool dripping down Edwin’s cock and his chin felt wet. One of Edwin’s thrusts caught him off guard, he forced back the urge to gag, and moved his mouth back down so he can feel Edwin pushing at his throat again. He moaned at the renewed pressure, the taste of precum on his tongue.
Edwin was shouting and grabbing at the pillow beside his head now. “Charles, Charles, please, I’m so close. More.” He sounded close to sobbing.
Charles pulled back, rubbing his tongue against the ridge underneath the head. “Hands in my hair, love,” he ordered before giving Edwin’s shaft a loving lick and going back to testing the limits of his gag reflex. He waited until both of Edwin’s hands were pulling deliciously at his hair, directing him where Edwin wanted him before he worked his pinkie into Edwin. There was a second where he thought it wouldn’t fit, but it did (it always did). Edwin let out a staccato shout with every thrust, like he couldn’t get the oxygen to really scream. It only took a few more thrusts of mouth and hand and then – with a grip on Charles’s hair that was just this side of too hard - he was coming down his throat.
Charles moaned and swallowed, gently working him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, Edwin’s shivers weakening as he stroked Charles’s hair.
“Fuck, Charles, that was - I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Edwin asked, voice thick and sated for all he did sound concerned.
Charles shook his head and bit a kiss into Edwin’s inner thigh, right below the crease where beautiful thigh met beautiful pelvis. “No,” he cleared his throat, wiped the precum and spit from his chin, “At least, not in any ways I don’t like,” he grinned, loving the rasp in his voice. He hoped it would stay for a day or two, proof that Edwin wanted him, enjoyed what they did together. They both made a face at the wet sound of Charles’s fingers leaving his body. Charles reached for a tissue.
Edwin covered his face in his hands. “You really shouldn’t let me-“
“Let you? I love it when you,” Charles left it at that, leaving all the possible answers to fit themselves into the blank. “Babe, do you know how hot it is to see you lose control? To be the one responsible for it?” He wiggled up the bed to press gentle kisses to Edwin’s shoulder.
Edwin pulled his hands down enough to stare at him over his fingers. His eyes were wide and guilty.
Charles kissed the corner of Edwin’s jaw not covered by his hands. “I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, and then one more for good measure – I love it when you grab me and just –“ he made a gesture and grunted, unable to find the words.
Edwin rolled over and pressed his face into Charles’s chest. “But that is not the kind of partner I want to be.”
Charles stroked a hand through his hair, “Okay, but it seems like it’s the kind of partner you are. And there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as the person you’re with is on board - which I am. If it’s ever too much I will stop you then and there, promise.”
“Promise?” Edwin asked Charles’s pectoral.
“Promise,” Charles kissed the top of his head. “Did,” he hesitated, they didn’t really talk about this, “Did one of your hook-ups have communication issues or something?”
Edwin squirmed and mumbled something unintelligible into the mattress.
“Gonna have to repeat that, love.”
“I said,” Edwin emerged, looked rumpled and slighted irritated, “that I didn’t have this problem with any of them.”
“Oh.” Charles reflected on this, thought over what he knew of the relevant factors. “Because you didn’t want them as much?”
“Yes, Charles, because I didn’t want them as much.”
Charles preened, he’d never get tired of hearing that. Edwin muttered something about already inflated egos.
“You’re one to talk,” Charles protested, “Like it doesn’t get you going when I mention the only time I really liked kissing another guy was when I was pretending he was you.”
“Yes, well,” Edwin was back to refined hauteur, like he hadn’t just begged for four fingers up his ass.
Charles made his ‘told you so’ face (which was not as powerful as Edwin’s), smacked a loud kiss to Edwin’s shoulder, and slipped off to the bathroom.
Later, when they were done with clean up and curled up together again, Charles’s fingers walked a careful path from the dip of Edwin’s waist to the muscular curve of his shoulder. “So, just a question, but, erm, given how you like it when I’ve got most of my hand, erm, that is –“
Edwin stretched lazily, “Just spit it out, Charles.”
“I just, erm, fisting?”
Edwin’s breath caught. “I, er, yes, I’ve thought about it.”
“Oh, okay. And?”
“I'm," he paused, "I'm open to further discussion, though it is a bit... intimidating.”
Charles nodded. "Brills, that's about the page I'm on. I just - want to make sure you're satisfied."
Edwin sat up so he could properly stare at Charles like that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "That's the stupidest - Charles, you really do not need to be worried about that."
Charles shrugged and smiled, pleased with himself. He tugged Edwin back down to the pillows. "Well, I'm going to keep checking in anyway. I really liked your hand on my throat,” Charles cleared his throat, “in case you couldn’t tell.”
Edwin smiled, tracing his fingers along the throat in question. “To be honest, it did more for me than I thought it would. I’m open to repeating the experiment.”
Christ, Charles loved him. Was it too soon to propose? Probably. He kissed Edwin instead, to keep himself quiet. And because he wanted to.
“And no to the mirrors?”
Edwin hesitated, “Probably yes to the mirrors, just give me time to work up to it.”
“Deal.”
Edwin tilted his face up for a kiss. “So, what else did you want to do today?”
