Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Charles x Edwin: {Posh} [M]

I get that they died as minors, but Charles is like 51 and Edwin is like 108 so like

POV: 3rd Person

  Charles might go crazy if his boyfriend doesn't stop.

  Edwin is just going about his daily death, but it bugs Charles so much to no end. Edwin wasn't doing anything in particular. This morning, he got dressed as he usually does. Undergarments, suspenders, shorts, suit, blazer, all that. It's all that he usually wears, so it doesn't bother Charles.

  What does bother Charles, is how Edwin seems to bend over with all his Edwardian ease. A whole ninety degrees without flinching. As if there was a switch on Edwin's back that if he wanted, he would just press it and his back could perfectly bend a right triangle and not flinch at how fast he drops.

  Edwin is flexible. He had always been a flexible kid, so of course it was no surprise that he could squeeze himself through the cracks of Hell and figure his way out unlike the rest of those who were in it - though, unlike them, he didn't deserve it - Edwin is smart.

  "Charles?" Edwin's thick eyebrows are knitted together, a small frown on his face as he looks up at him. Edwin's sitting at his desk, while Charles is sitting on it. He doesn't notice, but he'd been staring at Edwin for a pretty long time now, and the other ghost seems to be quite concerned over it. 

  "Absolutely brills, mate." He's smiling, and he wishes he could evaporate into thin air. The way Edwin looks up at him with those eyes, lashes fluttering as he blinks and Charles thinks it's unfair that the older ghost is just so perfect, but yet, he's Charles.

  Edwin furrows his eyebrows again, but he doesn't comment on it, which Charles is grateful for.

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  "Charles?!-" Edwin gasps when he's manhandled across his desk, bending across it and his papers falling to the floor with Charles behind him, keeping his hands behind his back. Despite this, Charles wonders how Edwin could stand so perfectly straight, his knees at the right place and his feet evenly apart as if he was taught to keep them in a certain way - which, he might've been.

  The older ghost is turning his head to shoot him a glare, only for his feet to be kicked apart and another pair to settle between them. Charles' chest pushing down lightly on his back as the boy kisses Edwin's plush, gentle lips. He's pushing his hips right against the male, his bulge is apparent, and he knows Edwin can feel it by the way he gasped into his mouth and tried to pull at his wrists. Charles only held tighter, but not enough for a bruise - Edwin's skin was too perfect for a mark like that.

  Though, Charles would not be opposed if Edwin tells him he wants it, which was a hard chance because Edwin was never very vocal about things relating to sexual intimacy, but still. Pushing down at Edwin's trousers, he slipped his free hand to the front, still leaning himself against Edwin and whispering into his ear about exactly what was driving him insane for the past few days.

  "You bend down like that? Showing yourself and what you can be to the world?" Charles shoves at the buttons of Edwin's undergarments, struggling as well because his brain can't seem to string it together when lust is clouding it. He's panting against Edwin, rutting against his covered hips and trying to get some friction. He can feel the older ghost leaking as he grows stiffer underneath the garments.

  Edwin's lips are bitten red by his own teeth, muffling himself. "Let me hear you, every bit of you." And he shoves himself in without another word, not even a warning, and Edwin effectively shouts, tears welling in his green eyes, making them glassy. Charles adores them, and he relishes in the way the other ghost squeezes around him just like that and pushing back against him. "I got you." His demeanour from seconds ago is put back up into a gentle tone, gently thrusting and earning small 'ah's from Edwin.

  Edwin's hands are trying to grab at his, wrists still pinned to his back and his coat is covering his skin - which he knows Edwin is more than thankful for if someone does end up coming in which is a low chance, but he knows Edwin doesn't like taking the risk.

  "So posh-" Charles grunts as he quickens his speed, trying to chase his pleasure and Edwin's own. There's something about Edwin that just pulls him in all the time. Rendering him into a mess of whatever he is at the moment and reeling him in with desire. For an ex-human and a normal ghost with a smart understanding on many things, he seemed to have some sort of enchantment power because of what he does to Charles' head.

  "Gods, I love you so much, Edwin."

  Edwin breaks out sobbing as he moans, the desk moving along with their bodies colliding against each other. Charles is flipping him around, laying him on the desk and pulling his legs up, resting his knees over his shoulders. He groans at the warmth, being nestled incredibly deep within the other ghost, who whines. He kisses down at Edwin's bare thighs and feels the shiver.

  "Charles-"

  Even when he's rendered into a shivering mess, his Edwardian accent is still so painfully posh it makes Charles' go crazy.

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Author's note: Not as well, but