Edmund tended to avoid indulgence; moderation was a virtue he had learned in his later years. Still, this was possibly the last time he would ever feast in his Narnia, so he had enjoyed himself. But not nearly as much as Charlie.
He grinned, shutting the door behind them, and walked slowly closer to the bed as he undid his belt. "It's a good thing I know you mean that and it's not just the wine talking," Ed teased gently.
It's something about watching Ed undo his belt like that. Charlie drags himself up into a sitting position, already aware of the lazy heat under his skin as he spreads his knees and reaches for Ed's hips.
"I utterly and completely mean it," he says, solemnly, looking up at him.
Stepping into the space between Charlie's legs, Edmund threw aside his belt to cup the other boy's face and kiss him softly. "I know," he said, and he did know, which did more to warm him than any wine. "But you're still pissed, Charlie," Ed added with a soft laugh.
"Mm, if you say so." Ed conceded quickly so he could slid his fingers back into Charlie's hair and continue kissing him. It was languid and relaxed, an easy sort of thing that Edmund could never tire of.
One of Charlie's hands slips out from under Ed's shirt, moving up to cradle the back of his head as they're kissing, Charlie pressing, nudging until he can get his tongue into Edmund's mouth, the kiss turning hungrier by the moment.
Moaning softly into the kiss, Edmund danced his tongue against Charlie's. His hands slipped from Charlie's hair, down to his belt, undoing it and throwing it aside somewhere near his own before gently pressing the other boy back onto the bed.
Charlie lets himself be pushed back onto the bed, fingers pressing into his hair again, tugging lightly, turning his head so that he can kiss under his jaw.
"Undressing you," Edmund answered simply, tilting his head back for Charlie's lips, letting his hands blindly go about the business of undoing his breeches. "For bed."
"Maybe." Edmund tugged both underclothes and breeches down, pushing them down to the floor and letting his hands slide up Charlie's thighs. "If you ask nicely," he said.
"Edmund," says Charlie, pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking up at Ed, too drunk to feel a little bit silly with his tunic hitting him mid-thigh and nothing else on.
"Would you please get down on your knees and suck my dick? Please?"
Charlie was rather set on Edmund being on his knees, which Ed thought somewhat amusing. Amusing or not, kneeling for Charlie wasn't something Ed was adverse to. First though, he pulled the tunic quickly off over Charlie's head, so Ed's hands could run all the way down his body, skimming lightly over every sensitive spot he knew, as he knelt down. Pulling at Charlie's hips, Edmund brought him to sit at the edge of the bed and kissed his way along his inner thigh.
He loves it when Ed pulls him around like this, puts him where he wants him, and Charlie perches on the edge of the bed, knees spread ride and he cups Ed's chin and smudges him thumb against his bottom lip. His head's spinning a little, and Charlie's not entirely sure that it's the wine or the boy kneeling in front of him.
"You want to suck me, right?" he murmurs, the wine making him bold.
Edmund caught Charlie's thumb in his mouth before it was pulled away from him, and sucked gently on it as he looked up at Charlie. He let the finger go with a light kiss. "Yes," he answered simply. "I love the taste of you," Ed answered as he took Charlie's dick in his hand, stroking lightly at first.
He brushes his damp thumb against Ed's cheekbone, weight pushed back onto his other hand as he lifts his hips, pushing up into Ed's fingers and biting his lip.
He grinned, shutting the door behind them, and walked slowly closer to the bed as he undid his belt. "It's a good thing I know you mean that and it's not just the wine talking," Ed teased gently.
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"I utterly and completely mean it," he says, solemnly, looking up at him.
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"Little bit," he admits, sucking on Ed's bottom lip. "Not too much, though."
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"What're you doing?"
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"Any chance I can, you know, get you on your knees before you put me into bed?"
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"Would you please get down on your knees and suck my dick? Please?"
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"You want to suck me, right?" he murmurs, the wine making him bold.
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He brushes his damp thumb against Ed's cheekbone, weight pushed back onto his other hand as he lifts his hips, pushing up into Ed's fingers and biting his lip.
"I fucking love watching you do it."
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