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"I want to be inside you," he murmured with deliberate slowness, feeling like he had to make every word clear and distinct. They were important words; they had to be understood. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you all over."
Edmund fumbled with Charlie's shirt, letting go of his collar to slip his hands under the hem, and bit down lightly where his neck met shoulder as he ground his hips forward.
And that's about all Charlie can stand of that. He's not going to fuck Edmund in the middle of a party, no well in how - not because it wouldn't feel good and not because he doesn't want him, but because he's pretty sure they'd both live to regret it. He takes hold of Edmund and tugs him with both hands, keeping him close and it's single-minded and silent and the Hidden Hamlet is much, much further away than he remembers.
At the doorway of his hut, though, he pauses, pushing Edmund back against the wall and kissing him hard and hungry.
"We've been in this exact position before," he murmurs against his lips.
Edmund fumbled with Charlie's shirt, letting go of his collar to slip his hands under the hem, and bit down lightly where his neck met shoulder as he ground his hips forward.
And that's about all Charlie can stand of that. He's not going to fuck Edmund in the middle of a party, no well in how - not because it wouldn't feel good and not because he doesn't want him, but because he's pretty sure they'd both live to regret it. He takes hold of Edmund and tugs him with both hands, keeping him close and it's single-minded and silent and the Hidden Hamlet is much, much further away than he remembers.
At the doorway of his hut, though, he pauses, pushing Edmund back against the wall and kissing him hard and hungry.
"We've been in this exact position before," he murmurs against his lips.