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“So whose idea was this, then? Yours or mine?”
“Well, yours initially, but I suggested we use the potion.”
“God, I love your brain. Have I said that before? Do I tell you enough?”
“You tell me all the time.”
“Good. ‘Cos it’s true. You’re brilliant.” He gets settled on the bed, watching Edwin slowly and methodically get undressed. Charles bites his lip and grins, flushed and staring appreciatively. “Do you always take this long?”
“Quite often, darling. Are you impatient for me?”
Charles gives him a long onceover. “Maybe a bit. Seeing you like it’s the first time and all… I know it’s not, but—feels like it is. I’m—bloody hell. It’s not even our anniversary? It’s just a random day?”
“Hmm. You can wait a few more ticks, I think.”
“Can I? You’ve got so many buttons. Who has so many buttons?”
“Yes, you say that all the time, as well…”
By the time Edwin gets down to shirtsleeves and socks and sock garters, Charles is squirming. “Can’t believe you look like this under all that, love. Fuck.” He laughs at himself a little, tipping his head back into the pillows. “Sorry. Probably sound ridiculous, mooning over you…”
But Edwin steps towards the bed, bends over him to cup Charles’ cheek. Charles leans up to meet him, presses into the touch. “You sound nothing of the sort,” he says, smiling. “Hearing that you… desire me… is never anything short of lovely, Charles.”
He kisses Charles, then, their lips meeting easily, and Charles melts into it, mouth welcoming Edwin’s tongue to taste and a moan muffled between them.
“Oh,” Charles murmurs, his eyes still heavy-lidded when Edwin draws away. He tugs at the unbuttoned front of Edwin’s shirt, as if to keep him close, a soft sound stuck in his throat. “Careful, love. I need that, don’t I?”
“You do,” Edwin tells him, “and I give it to you all you like.”
“Yeah?” Charles says—delighted. “You kiss me all the time? How do we get anything done?”