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[teenagerenegade]

"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

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[giftless]

It was a long walk, but Edmund hardly noticed. He was too enraptured with touching every inch of Charlie's skin he could find. Failing that, he touched his clothes, marveling at the textures and how the heat from his body seemed to radiate out from under them.

Edmund kissed Charlie quite a bit too during this walk.

Something like a giggle slipped out of him from being pressed against the door, but it was thoroughly lost in the thorough kiss. "We're always in this position," Edmund murmured back dreamily. "Or you're fucking me," he continued, fingers surprisingly still deft as he undid Charlie's belt. "On a desk. Or in bed."

[teenagerenegade]

His hips rock forward as Edmund's pulling at his belt. His fingers tousle into Edmund's hair, pushing in for another kiss. His free hand pushes up Edmund's side under his shirt, thumb grazing against his nipple.

"Want to fuck you so badly," he murmurs, lips smudging against the corner of Edmund's mouth. "So hard."

[giftless]

Edmund groaned, feeling as though he might melt into Charlie, and gladly. He was burning up inside, he noted distantly, but the cool air of the night kept him in one piece. Everything felt so lovely.

"I want you," Ed said. Now his fingers fumbled, the button of Charlie's jeans too much for him for a second. But it gave way and Edmund shoved his hand past the fabric, eager fingers wrapping around the delicious heat of Charlie's dick and giving it an awkward stroke. "Fuck, Charlie, I need you. You feel so good."

[teenagerenegade]

At the touch of Edmund's fingers, Charlie's breath catches with a small, high pitched sound. He rocks his hips, pushing through Edmund's grip and then he pulls him away from the door by a fistful of his shirt, kissing him as they go.

"Less clothes," he mumbles, starting to tug Edmund's shirt up over his head. "I don't even care where I fuck you."