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Omorashi
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Edwin stood in the middle of the office and looked at his desk.
Charles was out, he’d been here when Edwin had departed earlier and had, apparently, left at some point after that.
Though not without leaving Edwin something it seemed.
It was a rather pointed message, and one that sent shivers down Edwin’s spine as he contemplated his next move.
He could ignore it, Charles wouldn’t mind, after all they hadn’t exactly discussed this after… last time.
He stepped closer to the desk.
He didn’t really want to though.
***
“Hey! Charles!”
Crystal waved her hand in front of his face and he looked at her guiltily. “Sorry.”
“You’ve been spaced out the entire time, I’d be annoyed if I couldn’t hear you thinking about Edwin.”
Charles flushed. “I thought you got that sorted,” he grumbled.
Crystal waved her hand around. “It’s more… vibes now than specifics. Which is apparently the best I can hope for from you two.” She rolled her eyes fondly. “Now I just kinda know you’re thinking about him but not what .” She levelled him with a look. “You’re thinking about him almost all the time though, so, I just kinda tune it out automatically.”
Charles looked a little embarrassed. “Sorry.”
Crystal just smiled at him though. “Nah, it’s kinda cute, in a gross way.” She frowned. “I’m surprised you’re not back at the office though, taking advantage of finally having some space to yourself.” She raised an eyebrow with a wide grin.
Charles would have normally been embarrassed by that, or at least rolled his eyes and made out like he didn’t know exactly what Crystal was insinuating. Instead he just chewed his lip. “Yeah… well. I dunno s’bit different innit? Like this is home. I’m not sure he’s gonna want the same things here.”
Crystal looked at him incredulously for a split second then jabbed his forehead. “Idiot, Edwin’s completely gone on you, it wasn’t like some weird vacation romance.”
“Yeah, I know that . But—” Charles shrugged.
“Go home. Talk to him, like a big boy.”
“I have! Now I’m just… giving him some space… so he can think.”
Crystal looked at her watch. “It’s been four hours, I think that’s plenty of time to leave Edwin alone with his thoughts.”
Charles chewed his lip a bit more. “You don’t mind if I leave?”
“You weren’t exactly paying attention in the first place.”
Charles shot her an apologetic look as he stood up. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” She looked at him then heaved out and over the top sigh. “Go on, go find out if your husband is hot for you just as much in England as he was in America.” She waved a hand at him and shooed him away.
Charles resisted the urge to stick his tongue out and phased through Crystal’s front door, taking the steps down to the street two at a time. Crystal didn’t live too far from the Agency and she had a mirror he normally used, but he wanted to give Edwin as much time as possible — either to firmly reject his suggestion or to fully prepare for it.
Charles sort of hoped the walk would clear his head as well, but his heart was still hammering in his chest as he opened the door to the office, eyes seeking out the desk and the offering he’d left Edwin immediately.
The desk was empty and — even though he’d told himself over and over Edwin might not go for it — his stomach still dropped a little in disappointment.
“You’re back.” Edwin’s voice was warm and welcoming and Charles turned to see him sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the arm. “I had wondered how long you’d be.”
Charles shrugged. “Popped over to see Crystal, catch up, you know. You get whatever it was you went looking for?”
Edwin nodded, closing his book but not making any movement towards sitting round, let alone standing. “Yes, it was an incredibly informative trip, I managed to talk the bookshop owner into parting with two specific volumes I’ve been after for a while now.”
Charles smiled at him and stepped further into the office, coat and jacket fading as he let himself relax and slide into comfort. Edwin clearly wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it, Charles had asked — in a roundabout way — and he’d got an answer.
“So, Crystal’s busy tonight, s’just us. No cases for a change either.”
“Indeed,” said Edwin, finally swinging his legs round slowly until he was sitting facing Charles. “A rare occurrence.”
“Could play a game? Or read something?” Charles’ face lit up. “Ooo could try you on modern music again? Crystal's lent me something called an ipod.”
Edwin visibly recoiled. “Pass. Perhaps…” he hesitated. “A game?”
Charles nodded. “Sure, I’d ask what one. But… s’Cludeo innit, mate?”
“Uh—” Edwin made an odd noise and his cheeks flushed. “I had a different game in mind. If you’re… amiable.”
Charles frowned. “Yeah. I don’t mind but… we don’t really have any other games.”
Edwin swallowed. “I believe you left the… game pieces out for me earlier.” His eyes darted to the empty desk behind Charles.
Charles’ thoughts ground to a halt.
He twisted to look at the empty desk and then back to Edwin and the bolt upright position he was sitting in, not moving. His eyes dropped to Edwin’s hands, fingers twisting each other, and to the barely there glint of a ring on his finger.
“Edwin…” Charles breathed out, slipping off the desk and walking towards him.
“You left me something, when you went out. I assumed it was… an instruction.”
Charles shook his head. “It was a question , mate.”
“Well,” Edwin said carefully. “I suppose I’ve answered it.”
Charles stepped towards him slowly. “Where’s the Gatorade, Edwin?”
Edwin tilted his head up to Charles and very slowly stuck his tongue out, letting it rest on his bottom lip so Charles could see the bright blue colour coating it entirely.
“Did you drink all of it?”
Edwin sucked his tongue back in. “Yes, all six bottles.”
“Fuck.” Charles couldn’t help the breathless curse that came out of his mouth and he sank to his knees in front of Edwin, eyes level with his abdomen. “You must be so full.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to be gone quite so long.”
“Sorry,” Charles said distantly. “I wasn’t expecting you to just knock it all back. I thought… maybe we’d talk or something?”
“Did you want to?” Edwin shifted in the seat, rocking slightly from side to side.
Charles barely heard him, he was too busy running his fingers firmly over Edwin’s stomach. “Nope, not really.”
He pressed in gently.
***
Edwin was already barely holding on. He’d slipped the ring on his finger and opened the first bottle almost as soon as he’d seen the gift Charles had left.
Then Charles hadn’t come back for over four hours.
It did seem perhaps he’d misinterpreted the offering of a plastic wrapped six pack of Gatorade with the magic ring balanced pointedly on top of it. Charles had apparently meant it as more of an opener to a conversation and Edwin had speedrun all the way to the main event.
But neither one of them seemed to be all that bothered.
“Charles…” Edwin’s eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on not letting his body succumb to the gentle pressure Charles was putting on it.
“How d’you wanna do this?” Charles' voice was soft and his fingers let up enough that Edwin could think again.
“I don’t know. Last time you…” Edwin trailed off. He really hadn’t thought this far ahead.
Charles grinned up at him. “Almost like we should have had a chat beforehand.”
Edwin glared down at him. “I can take the ring off, and we’ll have to start all over again.”
Charles pressed a placating kiss onto the inside of Edwin’s leg, barely there through his trousers and underwear, but the sentiment was still nice. “No need to be hasty.” Charles rolled back on his heels and looked over Edwin fully, eyes darkening. “I wanna see , Edwin. I didn’t… last time I couldn’t see you.” His eyes flickered down to Edwin’s lap.
Edwin’s stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with the three litres of liquid he’d consumed. “You— you want to watch me.”
He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that and, for a split second, regretted how impulsive he’d been. It was quite one thing to accidentally wet yourself in an almost dark cupboard, facing a shelf whilst your boyfriend jerked you off. It was entirely another to deliberately piss your pants whilst sitting on the sofa with your boyfriend’s face six inches from your crotch.
“Yeah.” Charles was looking up at him with absolutely sincerity.
Edwin leant back and let his legs fall open, watching as Charles slipped in between them easily. Charles’ hands slid up the inside of Edwin’s legs slowly, “Lose the trousers, yeah?”
Edwin’s old fashioned trousers disappeared before he’d even had time to process the request, leaving him in just his white cotton underthings, socks and garters. God knows where his shoes had gone.
Charles placed another kiss on his thigh, warmer this time through the thin fabric and then moved closer.
Edwin was already hard, he’d been hard from virtually the moment Charles had walked back through the door and he’d stopped pushing the tight, almost painful feeling in his pelvis to one side and let it slowly wash over him instead.
Four hours was a long time to sit, full almost to bursting, with no idea when the person who it was for was coming back. He could have taken the ring off at any time but Edwin hadn’t wanted to. He’d wanted to see how long he could go — even if Charles wasn’t overly bothered. He’d wanted to see how much liquid he could put inside him before it was too much .
Edwin had finished all six bottles before the first sharp urge had made itself known, he had a feeling he could have taken more, but there was no way in hell he was going to the corner shop to buy more.
Certainly not like this.
So he’d waited instead, made it a game to wait for the wave of pressure and desperation to come and wash over him and see how long each pass lasted and how well he held it back.
He’d not entirely managed the last two or three times, laying out on the sofa, book clutched in his hands, not reading a single word as he tightened every single muscle in his body against the rising swell of need growing inside him.
Edwin knew there was a damp patch on his underwear, he’d felt the leaks as they’d happened, disappointed in himself but simultaneously thrilled at the hot, wet that had spread and stuck to his cock.
Charles was staring right at it.
“Edwin…”
Edwin felt Charles’ fingers tighten and dig into his legs and Charles swayed closer.
“Couldn’t quite hold it all in?”
“You were gone for four hours.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were back here, all filled to bursting waiting for me.” Charles swallowed and shuffled closer. “Next time, next time I wanna be there for that bit too yeah? Gonna watch you take it all in, squirm around in your chair as you fill up, bit by bit.”
Edwin didn’t get a chance to even think of a response.
Charles leant forward then closed the final gap between them, mouth opened and pressed along the hard line of Edwin’s cock through the already wet fabric.
“Jesus— Charles!” Edwin hadn’t been expecting that, and any doubts he had about Charles really wanting to see the evidence of this game they were playing in the bright, harsh light of their office disappeared.
Charles didn’t reply, just nosed further into Edwin’s lap, mouthing along his length with wide open mouthed kisses until he finally took the head of Edwin’s cock into his mouth and moaned softly around it.
Edwin couldn’t help the tiny jerk forward and with it came an alarmingly urgent wave of need. “Charles I— I really can’t hold on much longer.”
Charles pulled back to look up at him, lips wet and shiny. “So don’t.”
“I—” Edwin stopped. “In your mouth?”
“Hold on then.” Charles’ lips curled up wickedly. “If you think you can.” He ducked his head back down, taking Edwin’s clothed cock back into his mouth, the fabric of Edwin’s underwear stopping him from going too deep.
It was deep enough though and Edwin clenched against the pressure, mortifyingly aware he might be able to stop himself letting go entirely but he was powerless against the seep and trickle that was escaping no matter how hard he held on.
Edwin fell back against the back of the sofa, the stretched out position helping slightly as he let his eyes drift closed against the sensation of Charles’s tongue, pressing the warm wet cotton into his cock and running along the length of it. Just enough to run him up to the edge of coming but not enough to actually push him over the edge.
The tight urgency had faded again, slightly alleviated — into Charles’ mouth his head helpfully reminded him — and Edwin was floating on the knowledge he’d done what Charles had asked and the full body sense of fullness that swept over him. He pushed up into Charles’ mouth, sighing as Charles let out a muffled noise and sucked.
Charles let go of him and rested his head on Edwin’s inner thigh. “What does it feel like?”
Edwin flushed. “I— what do you mean?”
“Tell me, tell me what it feels like when I do this.” Charles pressed a finger softly into the tightness just beneath the surface of Edwin’s belly.
Edwin inhaled sharply. “Tight,” he said breathlessly. “Tight and on the edge of painful.”
“Keep talking,” Charles murmured. Easing up but not moving his fingers. “Whilst I do this, yeah?” He moved back over Edwin’s cock, kissing the tip before taking the rest back into his mouth, fingers still stroking soft circles below Edwin’s navel.
“It’s… less intense now. There but like a distant pressure. Nothing compared to your tongue.” The words came surprisingly easy to Edwin, either through Charles’ clear and earnest enjoyment of what they were doing or simply the fact he had been riding the edge of release for hours now. “I’m so full, Charles.” Edwin all but moaned, lax on the sofa, one hand tangled in Charles' hair as his head moved slowly. “Watching you is… beautiful . Almost enough to make me forget.”
Charles rolled his fingers and Edwin tensed.
“Oh!” Edwin gasped. “And then you do that and I can’t . I can’t forget, it’s all so tangled up and I don’t know whether to hold on or let go.”
Charles pressed his fingers in deeper and Edwin felt himself give again, just a little, almost enough to not be able to wrest back under control.
Almost.
“It’s not enough ,” he cried. “The… my underwear and your… your mouth it’s—”
Charles let go and the cold chill that passed over Edwin’s cock was almost enough to make him sob.
***
Charles was up and straddling Edwin’s lap before he’d really given it much thought.
Edwin was right. It wasn’t enough .
It was so, so close.
The feel of him in his mouth, hot and heavy and unable to stop himself dribbling and soaking his own pants was unbearably close to enough.
Charles was painfully hard in his own underwear and they were far from unsullied. Slick and warm inside his trousers, he’d been rolling his own cock into them, frustratingly far from being able to come.
Edwin narrating what he was feeling did nothing to help.
Knowing he’d taken one look at the drink Charles’ had left behind as an opener — an invitation to maybe talk about a repeat of what had happened in the library — and just… downed them without a second thought wasn’t helping.
Knowing Edwin had been sat there all afternoon full and desperate and waiting for Charles to come back and fuck him until he wet himself wasn’t helping.
He’d not been able to help but lean in and cover Edwin’s cock with his mouth when Edwin’s trousers had faded from view and revealed just how desperate for release — on both counts — he was.
But it wasn’t enough.
Charles wanted to see Edwin lose control completely. He wanted to feel it properly, not just over his hand or in his mouth, listening to the breathy little pants Edwin made. Or the cut off noises of almost-pain-mostly-pleasure he made when Charles pressed into his stomach and overrode any control he was trying to maintain.
His own trousers were long gone and he shoved his boxers down his thighs as he settled onto Edwin’s lap unable to stop the loud groan as his bare cock pressed into Edwin damp clothed one.
Edwin shuddered underneath him. “I— I can’t— you’re sitting right on my bladder.”
“I know,” Charles panted back, leaning over Edwin to grip onto the back of the sofa. His forehead pressed into Edwin and he dropped a soft kiss on his lips. Edwin returned it lazily, eyes still closed as he rolled up into Charles.
Charles could see everything from here. The long plane of Edwin’s body, still covered but heaving as he breathed in rapidly. The darkened white fabric stretched over his cock, a mixture of his and Edwin’s fluids turning it almost translucent. His own cock pressed up against Edwin’s leaking one as he rolled his hips and pressed forwards.
“Is this enough?”
Edwin didn’t answer but Charles felt his head nod frantically and heard the moan echo between them. He gripped the sofa harder and rocked down, dragging his cock against Edwin’s and pressing into him with a roll.
“Charles! I—”
“Let go, love, come on. I wanna—” Charles bit off with a low groan as Edwin pushed back up into him. “I wanna see you make a mess everywhere all over you, me, the sofa. You did so good, held on so long for me…”
Edwin arched up into him, hands flying up to dig into Charles’s hips and hold him down as he came silently, face twisted as he tried, desperately, to hold on through his orgasm, and failed.
Charles felt the heat first, directly against his cock as Edwin groaned through the last ebbs of coming and finally, finally let everything else relax and release. Then he watched, fascinated, as the fabric of Edwin’s underwear slowly turned dark against his skin, sticking and clinging and wrinkling as he flooded it.
Edwin slowly relaxed back against the sofa underneath him, hands letting up on Charles’ hips but not letting go. Charles moved again, rolling into the slick, wet warmth and Edwin hissed at the contact but didn’t push him away. He dragged his cock through the mess Edwin had made, watching his own boxers drag into the liquid still pooling between Edwin’s legs and soak it up even as it dripped, noisily onto the wooden floor beneath the sofa.
“Fuck.” Charles exhaled. “Fuck Edwin, look at what you did .” He couldn’t stop himself speeding up, chasing his own release in the softening mess of Edwin’s lap.
“You made me.” Edwin shot back no heat in his voice, just hazy warmth and affection.
“Yeah I did, all just for me.” Charles pressed another kiss into Edwin’s lips and felt the hands on his hips squeeze in response and Charles rolled down into Edwin one final time, pressing in close as he spent all over the soaking wet fabric of Edwin’s messed underthings. His head dropped to Edwin’s shoulders with a low groan and Charles finally let his eyes slide closed as he came.
Edwin’s hands drifted up and curled around his back, hugging him in close and holding him through it.
“Fuck, I love you,” Charles murmured into Edwin’s ear when he’d caught his breath.
Edwin turned his head and kissed his face softly. “And I you, with every part of me.”