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They’d finished the witch case a few days after the… thing that they still haven’t talked about.
“Hey Edwin,” Charles says cautiously. He’s been dying to bring it up, and the hot sensation of unspoken words on his tongue has reached its boiling point. “Remember that thing we did last week?”
“We did a lot of things last week, Charles. Could you be more specific?” Edwin doesn’t look up from the books in his hands as he sorts them methodically on the bookshelf.
“The… you know… the leash incident. ”
“I remember. What about it?” Edwin’s voice is still so collected. How is that possible? Charles feels like his brain is melting, and Edwin is still sorting books like this is just a conversation over a game of Cluedo.
“Would you…” Charles hesitates. Maybe he shouldn’t bring it up again. Edwin’s rigid posture puts him off, and God he would feel like such an arsehole if Edwin was intentionally avoiding this conversation. Then again, Charles did admit to loving Edwin. He didn’t say the words in love , but Edwin understood anyway. At least, that’s how it seemed at the time. Right? A sense of dread hits him. Edwin had said that he wanted to give Charles time to think. What if Edwin took Charles’ silence over the past week as rejection? The panic rises in him, but he needs to push through. That would have to stay at the back of his mind for now… he has a different question for Edwin that his teenage brain is finding much more pressing. “Would you want to do that again?”
“What do you mean?” Edwin says, and for the first time, he looks back at Charles, twisting his torso, not yet moving his feet.
“I feel like you know what I mean,” Charles says. Please don’t make me say it , he thinks. Somehow, saying it out loud feels even more vulnerable than the act itself.
“Well,” Edwin starts, and his eyes dart away from Charles. It’s the first moment of the conversation that seems to have any effect on Edwin. “If you want me to use the real spell, I would have to research it. If you just want a leash… that is much simpler.” Despite Edwin’s casual tone, his fists were rubbing together gently. Not quite pressing, just touching, as if his body was preparing itself for Charles’ response.
“Honestly, I don’t really think I need the spell,” Charles says. It's only after the words leave his mouth that his cheeks flare up, a bit embarrassed by the implication.
“Really?” Edwin asks. Then he composes himself again. “You are saying you’re okay with just the leash, yes?”
“Probably don’t need the leash either, mate,” Charles admits quietly. “But if you wanted to use it, I’d still like it.” Edwin’s mouth pops open just a little, as if he has some response lined up, but he stays silent. “We don’t have to —” Charles says. He’s quickly losing his confidence in this idea. “I just thought — I thought maybe — It just seemed like — Well. Nevermind all that.”
“Huh? No,” Edwin says, eyes looking up, as if abruptly pulled from a daze. “I mean, I’m not saying no to… more of last week's activities.”
“Okay,” Charles says quietly. “Are you too busy? Like right now?”
Edwin puts the stack of still unsorted books down on the desk. “No. I am not busy.”
“So,” Charles draws out the vowel, eyes locking onto Edwin’s, the tension suddenly increasing tenfold. “Where do we start?”
“I suppose we start where we started last time,” he shoots Charles a look that sends a shiver down his spine. “You were on your knees.”
Charles drops, knees hitting the floor. He looks up. His Edwin, his brilliant beautiful Edwin, is looking down at him, head cocked to the side, a smug smile creeping across his face.
“My, my,” Edwin says, raising one eyebrow. He tucks his hands behind his back and leans over Charles. “That was quite fast. Have you been thinking about this?”
Charles is speechless. Edwin is towering over him, and he feels the rest of the world blur as he drowns in Edwin’s stormy sea eyes.
“Charles,” Edwin says firmly. He runs one hand through Charles' hair, using it to tilt his head back gently. “Speak.”
“Yes, sir,” Charles whimpers.
“Sir?” Edwin says, eyes cast towards the ceiling, thinking. Charles isn’t sure what compelled him to say that, but he’s holding his breath, waiting for Edwin’s verdict. Then, a deceptively innocent smile. “Very well.”
Approval. It’s barely praise, maybe it's just acceptance, but it leaves Charles hungry for more.
“I’ll do anything, Edwin, please. Tell me what to do.”
“Would you like me to use my magic leash?”
“Would you like to use it?” Charles counters. He’s tempted to let out a huff of frustration. He doesn’t care whether Edwin uses the leash or not, and he definitely doesn’t want to have a say in it. Edwin is supposed to make these decisions for him.
“I would much rather you just obey my commands. Are you sure you’re capable of that?”
“Yes, I swear,” the words fall from Charles’ lips. “I promise I can be good.”
“Wonderful,” Edwin says. “No leash for now then.”
“For now?”
“Of course, dear. Bad dogs go back on the leash. I am afraid that if you’re naughty, I won’t have a choice.”
The words bounce around in Charles’ skull as he wrestles to keep his brain intact for as long as possible. Naughty keeps forcing itself to the forefront of his mind. Bad dogs go back on the leash , is what Edwin had said.
All of it makes sense then. The leashes, the orders, even the witch who called him Edwin’s attack dog . Yes, it’s all falling into place.
Edwin’s hand comes down from Charles’ hair, sliding down his jaw. Charles turns his head into it, nuzzling in before his tongue darts out to make contact with the palm of his hand. Edwin laughs fondly.
“Good boy,” he says, and Charles can feel reality slipping through his fingers as he succumbs to the world that Edwin is gently guiding him into. “Perhaps you deserve a treat?”
“What treat?” Charles says. Edwin frowns.
“Do puppies speak?”
“Well, that depends —” Charles says. He could launch into how some dogs can, in fact, speak to humans in the same way as cats, but he’s interrupted.
“Charles. Do dogs speak?” Edwin raises an eyebrow. And the question isn’t really about dogs, is it? It’s about Charles. It’s about Charles being good.
Charles doesn’t break eye contact with Edwin while he shakes his head.
“Exactly,” Edwin says, with a smile. Then he’s pulling back, crouching down to the same level as Charles. “I know we have not talked about this, but please tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I asked for this,” Charles whispers, as if the quiet words somehow denoted an out of character interaction.
“Yes, I know,” Edwin sighs. “But you are handing over a great deal of control. I do not want to hurt you while you are vulnerable.”
“You aren’t going to hurt me, Edwin.” The thought is almost laughable.
Edwin makes a humming noise, as if he’s mulling over it in his head. “Still. I need to ensure that you will not suffer for my sake.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll let you know if something’s wrong, yeah?”
“Okay,” Edwin says with a warm smile. Then he gets that glint in his eye again. “Now. Where were we?” He stands up again and takes a few graceful strides towards the center of the room. (And it’s sexy, it’s so sexy, the way Edwin’s hips glide back and forth as he walks. He’s built like a dancer. Shit, what Charles wouldn’t give to see that.) He turns back to Charles and looks at him expectantly. Charles stays where he is. He doesn’t know what Edwin wants, and he can’t ask, so he just has to wait.
“Come,” Edwin commands. He points a finger at the floor in front of him.
Last time they did this, Charles didn’t have a choice. He had certainly enjoyed himself, but the effects of the spell meant that there was no deliberate obeying. His body was a puppet, being moved for him, and all he had to do was allow his mind to be blissfully empty.
This time was different. Without the spell, the choice was his. At any time, he could stand up and say no, and the whole thing would just end. Every movement of his body in Edwin’s direction was a conscious submission.
“Charles?” Edwin says. He gives Charles a look, like he’s not sure if he should keep going or not. Charles sits up a little taller and tilts his head to the side a bit. Not unlike a dog. Edwin gives a half shrug. His voice is firmer this time. “Come.”
And Charles does.
He crawls across the floor until he’s in front of Edwin, the exact spot that Edwin had been pointing at.
“Lay down, puppy.” Edwin says. Instinctively, Charles folds, stomach pressed against the floor, neck craned up. “Very well done. Would you like a treat now?” Charles nods. He still doesn’t know what it is, but that hardly matters now. He wants anything if it’s Edwin offering it.
“Roll over,” Edwin commands, his finger swishing in a little circle.
Charles obeys, rolling over onto his back. Something about this position, Charles laying on his back with Edwin towering over him… Oh . Edwin’s jacket is slipping off of his shoulders. It’s tossed casually onto the couch, along with the bowtie, then the vest. Edwin undoes the top few buttons of his undershirt, as if he’s just trying to get comfortable. Finally, he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, folding them carefully in on each other. He avoids Charles’ eyes until the end, when his piercing emerald stare rakes across Charles’ entire body.
“Take your trousers off,” Edwin says, and he’s not even trying to hide the way his gaze travels downward. Charles scrambles to push his trousers down, using his feet to kick them off the rest of the way. Then pauses at his boxers. Edwin didn’t technically mention them, did he? Charles looks up.
“Ah, excellent job following orders, puppy,” his hand reaches down for just a moment, then he holds back. “Now, you may take your pants off as well.”
As Charles pushes his boxers down, his cock catches on the elastic, springing back up dramatically when freed.
“Excited?” Edwin asks, a smug laugh escaping his lips. “Okay,” he says. “As much as I hate to admit it, I do rather miss your voice. You may speak. Although, I suggest you keep up your use of formalities from earlier if you wish to keep the privilege.”
“Yes sir,” Charles says. This earns him another one of those mischievous looks.
Then, Edwin sinks to his knees slowly. He places his hands on the floor, pulling himself up so his face is hovering inches from Charles’. He leans in, pressing their lips together.
Charles feels the kiss in his whole body, electricity shooting down his spine. Edwin pushes further, forcing his tongue past Charles’ lips. He feels the small choked sound that escapes his own throat as he opens himself up. He kisses back, but Edwin takes the lead. How things should be.
Somehow, it’s just as good as it was the first time, just as good as he remembers, possibly even better. Edwin gets one hand in his hair, tugging firmly until Charles tilts his head back, exposing his neck. Edwin is gone from his lips then, and Charles whines in protest until he feels Edwin’s lips — no, his teeth — on his neck. His whine turns into a pathetic moan, one that has Edwin chucking darkly into the crook of his neck.
Then Edwin moves lower. He rucks up Charles’ shirt to his chin, his tongue landing on a newly exposed nipple. Charles gasps at the sensation, back arching off the floor.
“Stay still, puppy,” Edwin whispers against his sternum. He uses the same hand as before to press down on Charles’ ribs, forcing him back against the floor with surprising strength. Then his mouth trails lower still, dragging his tongue along Charles’ skin as he goes.
“Please, Edwin,” Charles gasps as Edwin’s mouth passes over his naval. Edwin pulls back then, and gives him a stern look.
“What did I say before?” He says, but Charles doesn’t know, his whole brain is mush, his mouth opening and closing helplessly. “Come now, darling. You know.”
“Please…” Charles whimpers. Then it hits him. “Please, sir…?”
“See?” Edwin says fondly. “I knew you could do it.” The praise leaves Charles glowing with something akin to pride as Edwin redirects his attention back to his abdomen.
When Edwin reaches his groin, he strategically avoids Charles’ cock, letting it brush his cheek as he kisses his way towards one of Charles’ hips. Charles whines in frustration. Edwin is teasing, of course, and deep down inside, it’s acutely satisfying. Still, he bucks his hips up into nothing. Edwin responds by sitting up and shoving Charles back down.
“I need you to be good for me, puppy. No moving. Stay.”
Then Edwin bends down and places a kiss to the head of Charles’ cock.
Between the words and the sudden attention to his cock, Charles feels a shudder rack his body. Edwin must see it too, because he places a gentle hand on Charles’ waist.
“Okay?” Edwin asks softly.
“Yeah,” Charles manages to answer, albeit breathlessly.
“Good,” Edwin says, and then he’s going down again, taking the head of Charles’ cock in his mouth.
Charles gasps, then groans as Edwin starts to inch down. When Edwin hollows his cheeks, sucking hard, Charles slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle whatever insanely loud noise is trying to break out of his chest.
Edwin reaches up to swat the arm away, pulling off of Charles’ cock with a satisfying pop. When he talks, his lips brush along Charles’ shaft.
“None of that with your hand. I would like to hear you, darling.”
Charles finds himself agreeing when he’s not even one hundred percent sure he knows what Edwin said, because how could he not? He’s not the one in charge, after all. And even if he could be, the way Edwin’s mouth is moving down to his balls is effectively wiping every thought from his brain.
Edwin stays down there, licking and tugging at his balls in a way that is so deliciously filthy, Charles can hardly believe it’s the same prim and proper and pristine boy he’s spent the last 30 years with. He glances down and sees Edwin’s green eyes fluttering. When their eyes meet, Edwin starts speaking again.
“You really are a good boy, aren’t you? Laying here so perfect for me,” Edwin purrs, and Charles swears he can feel hot breath on the tender skin beneath his cock, and a jaw moving against his inner thigh. “Remember this now, love: Stop me before you finish. I have more plans for us tonight.” Without warning, Edwin’s mouth is suddenly back on his cock, and he’s sinking down and down and down . All the way down.
Charles moans so loud he would normally be consumed with embarrassment, but it doesn’t even matter right now, because his cock is hitting the back of Edwin’s throat and it’s —
Edwin starts bobbing his head, but he’s going so deep every time that Charles can feel the muscles of his throat contracting when his cock hits the back of it, over and over again.
Charles is writhing underneath Edwin’s talented tongue, because something is building, boiling inside of him. Distantly, he remembers that he’s not supposed to come yet.
“Wait, wait,” he rushes the words out, pushing at Edwin’s forehead.
It’s so awful, being so close and having to pull back. He almost complains, but he has to be good. If he’s good, he’ll get it eventually. Yes, Edwin is fair like that. Fair and trustworthy and comforting. Despite the vulgar nature of their current activities, Charles finds a fondness blossoming in his hollow heart.
“Good boy,” Edwin says when he doesn’t have his mouth full of cock anymore. “Now. Can you follow orders?”
Charles nods.
“Speak.”
“Yes. Yes sir.”
“Excellent.”
Edwin stands and makes his way to the couch. Before he sits, he makes a small gesturing motion with his fingers. Charles rolls back onto his knees then crawls towards Edwin, stopping short directly in front of Edwin’s shoes. He reaches down, hand pushing into Charles’ curls and ruffling them. The soft smile he gives radiates through Charles.
Oh how beautifully sweet it is to be loved this way.
Edwin sits, knees spread enough for Charles to fit his body between them like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
“Do you know what I want you to do?” Edwin says. It carries no expectation, no possibility of Charles answering incorrectly and fucking it up.
Charles is picking up on what Edwin is asking him to do, but he’s not sure enough. And, okay, maybe a part of him just wants to hear Edwin give him commands. Without fear, he shakes his head.
“I would like you to blow me, darling,” Edwin says, petting Charles’ hair before swiping his thumb across his cheek affectionately.
“Yes sir,” Charles says, and reaches for Edwin’s trousers.
“Charles,” Edwin says quietly, and hearing his name in this context is so jarring he can’t help but snap his head up to meet Edwin’s eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. But I have a plan and —”
“I don’t wanna know. Just do it. Whatever you want.”
“Alright. Just… I need you to alert me if you are uncomfortable. If you cannot speak, tap my leg. I will stop.”
“Yeah, yeah, got it.” Charles hates to rush along the tenderness of the moment, but his eyes are locked on the bulge in Edwin’s trousers.
Edwin sighs, and Charles flicks his eyes up just in time to see his eyebrow arch.
“Desperate, I see,” Edwin says, and his voice is smooth and low, seamlessly slipping back into their rhythm. Charles closes his eyes.
He’s always loved Edwin’s voice, delicate and clear as he articulates every syllable. Charles would never admit it, but even that cheesy, old-timey poetry sounds so lovely, he could listen to it all day.
This voice is different. The same articulation but at least an octave lower (not that Charles could distinguish such a thing), like a deep echo. Charles can feel it reverberating inside of him, bouncing around his head until it occupies every fraction of space. All of his thoughts suddenly feel concentrated, drawn to the voice like a siren song.
Charles opens his eyes in time to see Edwin loosen the fastenings of his old fashioned underwear, cock springing free.
“Go on, puppy,” Edwin says, running a firm yet loving hand through his hair.
Charles leans forever hungrily. He thinks back to the first time he had given Edwin a blow job and the heavenly sounds that had fallen from Edwin’s lips. He needs that again now , his whole body trembling in anticipation.
Then, Edwin’s cock is in his mouth, heavy on his tongue. Edwin lets out a sigh, and Charles can feel the shutter that runs through him. His fingers are still running through Charles’ hair, but they aren’t forceful. They’re just there, reminding Charles of who’s really in charge.
Last time, Charles had deliberately tried to slow himself, taking his time adjusting to the new challenge. This time, he doesn’t have the patience for that, sliding down quickly.
Too quickly, apparently, because his gag reflex revs to life. Charles pulls back instinctively, but he doesn’t make it far before Edwin’s hand is there. The hand isn’t forcing Charles down; It’s merely preventing Charles from pulling off too far. The subtle show of authority sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and straight to his dick.
Charles fucking whimpers around Edwin’s cock, sliding back down in spite of his traitorous gag reflex. He can hear Edwin panting above him, getting louder as Charles forces himself further down, throat flexing.
By the time Charles has worked himself nearly all the way to Edwin’s navel, Edwin’s hips are practically vibrating with the effort to stay still. Charles nudges Edwin’s hips with his hands, nodding when their eyes find each other.
“Do you… do you want me to fuck your mouth, darling?” Edwin asks sweetly.
Charles just nods, and Edwin seems to accept his lack of words this time given how his mouth is a bit preoccupied at the moment.
“Very well,” Edwin says. Then, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Charles’, pupils like twin black holes. “And then, when I am done, I will finish on your face.” There’s a pause before Edwin adds: “Okay?”
Charles barely has enough coherence to register that Edwin has tacked on a question at the end, and is waiting for a response. Charles gives a dazed nod.
Edwin’s fingers in his hair close into a fist, pushing Charles down. At the same time, Edwin’s hips come off the couch, bucking upwards. Charles chokes on the sudden thrust, but he breathes in and out through his nose slowly to calm his body. By the time Edwin has set up a rhythm, Charles has got his gag reflex mostly under control, and refocuses on Edwin’s pleasure.
Truthfully, it seems that Edwin’s pleasure has not suffered due to Charles’ brief adjusting period. He’s breathing hard, half of the breaths coming out as small moans and groans.
“Fuck, Charles,” he whispers. “You’re such a good boy for me. Look at you.” Edwin pauses to gasp for air. “I know it’s difficult, but you’re doing so well, darling.”
Fireworks go off in Charles’ chest at the words, sending sparks across his whole body. A growl crawls its way out of his throat, scratchy from the rough thrusting.
“Charles,” Edwin groans. The roll of his hips is becoming sloppy. “Are you ready, love?” Edwin is starting to loosen his grip, allowing Charles to pull off.
As he does, he reaches out and takes Edwin’s spit slicked cock in his hand, stroking quick and shallow.
“Fuck, so good for me —” Edwin’s words are cut off as he cries out, cock pulsing in Charles’ grip. Charles can feel the warm stripes landing across his nose and mouth, and he flicks his tongue out, tasting Edwin on his lips.
As Edwin comes down, his fingers relax into Charles’ hair.
“You’re such a good boy, puppy,” he says softly. He moves his fingers so they rest under Charles’ chin, pulling him forward just a little. “Clean me off, then I’ll give you a treat.”
Without hesitation, Charles leans forward, licking the come from his shaft. Charles has been dutifully ignoring the aching pain of his hard cock for a while, but now that Edwin is finished, it’s screaming for attention. He shifts his weight back and forth as he pulls the head of Edwin’s cock into his mouth and sucks.
“Careful,” Edwin hisses. Charles widens his eyes, trying to make himself look as innocent as possible, before moving his mouth down to Edwin’s balls. Just for good measure, he pulls one into his mouth tugs a little, batting his eyelashes up at Edwin.
“Bloody Hell, Charles,” Edwin says before pushing him away. “Okay, okay. Do you want your treat or not?”
“Yes sir,” Charles says once he’s pulled away slightly.
“Come up here then,” Edwin pats his hands down on his thighs.
Driven by the desperate twitching of his cock, Charles scrambles up onto Edwin’s lap. He straddles Edwin’s legs, crowding in as close as possible.
“Hi puppy,” Edwin says fondly, resting one hand against Charles’ spine, slowly running his fingers up and down. He slips his hand beneath Charles’ shirt and moves his hand up until his shirt is being lifted over his head. “So proud of how well you did today.”
Charles sinks into the praise, burying his face in Edwin’s shoulder. He realizes with sudden clarity that, while he is completely undressed, Edwin is still wearing nearly all of his clothes: shirt halfway unbuttoned, trousers and pants pushed down enough to leave his cock free. Charles feels deliciously exposed, completely vulnerable, just like before.
Edwin only has to turn his head slightly for his lips to meet Charles’ ear, and he whispers, “Here’s your treat, love. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Then he slips a hand between their bodies and snakes it down to wrap his fingers around Charles’ cock. Charles keens and arches back as Edwin begins stroking him.
“Talk to me,” Charles mumbles, craving Edwin’s deep voice in his ear, the special voice he reserves for times like this. “Please, sir.”
“So polite,” Edwin says. “You looked so beautiful today, taking me all the way down your throat like a good boy.” Charles shutters, rocking his hips as Edwin speeds up his strokes. “There you go, love. Can you come for me? I want to see you, you’re so pretty when you come.”
Charles tries to call out Edwin’s name but lets out a choked sob instead, but Edwin must understand anyway, because he turns his head further to plant a surprisingly chaste kiss on Charles’ cheek. At the same time, he twists his hand on the upstroke, and something inside of Charles finally gives. He shakes in Edwin’s arms, cock spurting hot between them. Edwin doesn’t still his hand, lightly stroking Charles through his orgasm. He trails his other hand soothingly up and down Charles’ spine.
“Charles?” Edwin says after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“‘Course,” Charles says. “That was so good.” He nuzzles into Edwin’s shoulder and places the tiniest kiss there. He thinks he feels Edwin pull a smile.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
“Yeah, actually,” Charles clears his throat and pulls back to look at Edwin. “Just give me a minute to recover, yeah? My brain still feels a bit like it’s melting.” Charles smiles then leans back toward Edwin for just a second, pulling his shirt collar forward and using it to wipe smears of come off his cheeks.
“Yes, yes,” Edwin suddenly looks flustered by the reality of their situation, and when Charles looks at him again, he thinks he sees a dusting of pink across Edwin’s cheeks.
“Coy now, are you?” Charles laughs. Edwin tenses as though he’s the one exposed. “Seriously, mate, that was incredible.”
“Mate?” Edwin scrunches his nose, displeased.
“What? You still want me to call you sir?”
“Charles, no,” Edwin blushes more. “I just meant —”
“How about love instead?”
Edwin’s mouth is open just a little, speechless. Charles, feeling his soul finally return to his spectral body, grabs at the opportunity to say his piece.
“Look, we can have a real romantic discussion about this later, I promise I’ll try my best to get the words right, but until then… I know I feel the same way that you do,” he pauses. Despite the orgasm making him looser, this part of his heart is still a tangled mess. Might as well be honest. “I’m a mess, honestly. I know I love you. Hell, I know I’m in love with you, but the rest…”
“You… You are in love with me?” Edwin asks cautiously.
“Yeah… is that a problem? Do you not feel the same way anymore?”
“No, no,” Edwin pushes Charles back to look at him, planting a hand on each shoulder. “I will always feel that way about you.”
“Oh,” Charles says quietly. He leans forward until his forehead presses against Edwin’s and their phantom breaths mingle. Charles wants to stay in this moment forever, lulled into an overwhelming sense of safety as Edwin slides his hands up to cup Charles’ face. “So what now?”
“Whatever we want, Charles Rowland.” Edwin’s sea green eyes glitter, and when he smiles, it’s everything . “We have an eternity to do whatever we want.”
“Whatever we want?” Charles muses. “Does that mean we can try the collar again?”
Edwin gives him a little shove, but it feels like I love you .
Charles smiles, and loves him right back.