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Bless whoever built this desk with an open front, Edwin thought, trailing his foot over Charles’ shapely ankle, up the long lines of his tibia and fibula.
Charles was studying the Cluedo board as if his very death depended on it, biting his lip not quite bloody more from lack of requirements than lack of force. It was a very attractive look on him, Edwin noted.
Then again, what was not?
“This round is taking a while,” Edwin said. His foot reached the side of Charles’ knee. “Do we need to incorporate a time limit? We don’t have forever, you know.”
“Nah, I got it,” Charles said, attempting but not quite managing a breezy tone. “Right. Professor Plum, in the study, with…” Edwin pressed his toes to the spot on Charles’ thigh that always made him moan. His eyelids fluttered. “With… the pipe… Oh, bollocks.”
“Shoddy guesswork, my dear,” Edwin said, allowing a trace of satisfaction to perfume his voice. He flicked his fingers – enjoying Charles’ focus on them – to show the lead pipe card in his hand.
The very card he had shown Charles several rounds before.
“Now,” said Edwin, removing his foot. Charles groaned. Edwin collected the dice and gave them a firm shake. “I believe it is my turn.”
Damn whoever built this desk with an open front, Edwin thought, white-knuckling the arms of the chair as Charles knelt below and mouthed at him right through his knickerbockers.
His dignity was rapidly losing the fight, wanting nothing more than to thread his fingers through those soft curls and roll his hips up into that skilful mouth. Fortunately or not, Charles made the decision for him, withdrawing before Edwin could embarrass himself further.
Charles rubbed a careless hand over those bruised red lips. They smiled lazily up at him. “Careful with those cards, mate, never know who might be looking.”
Edwin swore and righted his hand. “You are a dreadful tease, Charles Rowland.”
“Who, me?” Charles nuzzled back in, words muffled against Edwin. “Nah, couldn’t be.” His fingers traced nonsense patterns up Edwin’s thighs, closer and closer to where he wanted them, as if he might finally finish what he started…
Then he was gone, laughingly evading Edwin’s hands and slithering back beneath the desk.
“Now I’m being a dreadful tease,” Charles said, head popping up on his side of the desk, baring his beatific smile. The office’s own little sunrise. “And you” – Charles tapped the timepiece, instated after the past few rounds… devolved – “are out of time.”
The last grain of sand slipped to the bottom of the hourglass.
Its relative innocence in the proceedings did not spare it from Edwin’s glare. He had been close, so tantalisingly close –
To making the correct accusation, thus winning him the game, of course.
“Rather unsportsmanlike, if you ask me,” he sniffed. “Not that anyone did.”
Charles was waving his cards around, despite his own warning, dangerously close to flashing Edwin. Now he grinned, all crinkled eyes and a coquettish glimpse of teeth. “Awww, love, I thought you liked when I play dirty with you.”
Edwin did not give him the satisfaction of a reply, instead turning his attention to the game and the progress his missed turn had lost him. Then, with great dignity, he swept the board, pieces, and that damnable hourglass off the desk.
“Oi, I was about to –”
That was all Charles managed, the protest utterly ruined by his laughter, before Edwin dragged him up to join him on the desk with a muttered, “Come here, Charles.”
From there on, there was no recourse. The kiss was… well, everything. Soul-searching, shuddering through Edwin’s senses like the sweetest earthquake. Charles knelt atop of the desk, now, and Edwin crawled into his lap and licked something essential from his lips. He could feel Charles’ cock beneath him, hard and needy, and it only wound him up in turn. All from this little game they played…
“Fuck, love.” Charles’ voice was gratifyingly breathless. “Wanna feel you, can I? Please?”
“So polite,” Edwin cooed, twining a finger through Charles’ necklace. He tugged, and smiled at the desperate noise it elicited. “I want nothing more, darling, but I must admit that I am enjoying you like this. Fully clothed, and still unable to hide your desire for me.”
“Bloody hell,” Charles said, that wondering little laugh threaded through his words. “Don’t reckon I’d be able to hide it any state, would I? Anyway, we don’t have to take anything off for this, just…” His fingers, quick with experience, unbuttoned Edwin’s trousers and then his own, taking their cocks in hand.
Edwin gasped at that first hot brush of skin, bucking into it without shame. “Oh, you are brilliant, Charles.”
“Definitely not the first person to think of this, mate,” Charles prevaricated, not quite fast enough to hide his moan at the praise. Edwin hid his smile in the line of Charles’ necklace, the delectable clavicle framed by his singlet. No need to reveal his trump card quite so soon.
“Be that as it may,” he replied, magnanimous, and made himself comfortable in Charles’ lap.
But Charles was insatiable, splitting his focus from their cocks to slip his free hand down the back of Edwin’s trousers. Stroking and gripping turned teasing his thumb over Edwin’s hole, turned into sliding a one-two of fingers in as Edwin’s body adjusted to his desires. Soon enough, Edwin was rocking fretfully between all the sensations, Charles’ cock against him and Charles’ fingers in him and Charles’ thighs under him and Charles’ mouth on him –
How on earth was he expected to choose when he wanted everything, everything, everything.
“Edwin,” Charles moaned, as if he could hear Edwin’s very thoughts. Edwin would not mind it much. Not if it were him. “Wanna fuck you, love…”
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Edwin was there to catch them on his tongue. His knickerbockers and undergarments de-manifested with a mere thought, but he kept everything else in place. Charles did so enjoy his sock garters.
Indeed, Charles’ eyes went dark and hazy as his questing fingers encountered the limits of Edwin’s nakedness. “Fuck, you’re fit. You feel bloody amazing just on my fingers – not gonna last once I’m in you, am I?”
Edwin slid impossibly closer, shuddering at the almost-texture of Charles’ trousers against his sensitive inner thighs, the tease of Charles’ cock exactly where he wanted it. “Are you willing to wager on it?”
“Oh?” Charles grinned, eyes glinting. He did always get so competitive over the strangest things. “What do I get if I win?”
The barest whisper in his ear. The length of his necklace coiled tight around Edwin’s fingers, around his throat. “Then I will allow you to remain inside me until you are ready for another round.” A full-body shiver. Quite gratifying. Edwin sat back on his heels. “I trust the terms are acceptable?”
“Hang – hang on,” Charles said, voice gone rough. “You didn’t say what you get if you win, mate.”
“Ah, yes.” Edwin pretended to consider his options. “I suppose, in that case, I will use my mouth for the task.” And then, without further ado, he sank down on Charles’ cock.
Unfortunately for him, Charles was already making the soft, overwhelmed noises that indicated he was close. Perhaps it had not been the wisest wager to make after an afternoon spent teasing each other and several minutes of frottage. Well, Edwin would simply have to uphold his terms. What a pity.
“So quick?” Edwin asked, affecting a cool tone. He made quick work of untucking Charles’ shirt, leaving it in place but slipping his hands beneath. There was no faster way to make Charles fall apart than to give attention to his nipples, and Edwin put all of his considerable focus to the task. Charles whined, and Edwin tutted. “I clearly overestimated your stamina, darling. How disappointing.”
“Not helping, love,” Charles gritted out, which was patently untrue. Edwin was a very helpful sort. He was helping right now, after all, despite it losing him the wager!
And winning him far more, but that was hardly relevant.
“Maybe if you just stay still for a tick?” Charles asked, carefully optimistic. “Just to give me a chance to, er, keep it together.”
Edwin arched one eyebrow. “Oh, is that all? Would you like me to lie back and think of England, as well, or –”
The sentence broke off into a shriek as Charles tumbled him over and indeed left him lying back. But thoughts of England were nowhere to be found when he had a grinning Charles Rowland hovering over him, begging to be touched.
Edwin had always been miserable at refusing the love of his death. He was not about to start now.
Their movements were somewhat clumsy, constrained by the desk’s size, but Charles made each one count. He pushed Edwin’s leg up and out of the way, then left his hand at the back of his knee, thumbing under Edwin’s sock garter. His little gift had been appreciated, then. Charles thrust into him as slow and constant as the heartbeats they no longer possessed, speeding up with their exertions, and Edwin rocked down to meet him every time. He was close himself, especially when Charles’ hand moved from his knee to his cock, but he was determined that Charles would precede him to this peak of pleasure they climbed together. Edwin clenched around him until he groaned, then drew him into a kiss deep enough that he couldn’t distract himself with worry about Edwin’s pleasure. Ridiculous man. How Edwin loved him.
“Oh – oh, God, Edwin,” Charles gasped into the space between their mouths – more reverence placed on the second name than the first, Edwin noted smugly – and came deep inside him. Still shuddering through the aftershocks, he stripped Edwin’s cock hard and fast, just as Edwin preferred it. Only a few strokes later, Edwin followed him over the edge, a low moan vibrating through the teeth he had buried in Charles’ neck.
Who had won the wager? he wondered hazily. Charles had lasted longer than he had expected, but still came before Edwin. They had set the terms rather shoddily, all told.
Charles chuckled breathlessly into his hair, and, at Edwin’s questioning hum, explained, “Not an hour ago, we were playing Cluedo, yeah? Now look at us.”
A tick of silence, and then they did look at each other. Simultaneously, their heads turned to the floor beneath the desk, where the board and various pieces were still scattered as if in some sordid crime scene.
“Bloody hell, that curse is way too potent,” Charles said. “Nearly forgot about it, didn’t I?”
“Indeed,” Edwin sighed. It had seemed the perfect gift for their first (romantic) anniversary: a Cluedo board enchanted to encourage players’ amorous feelings as the game progressed. In practice, however, it always presented some… difficulties.
“Chin up, love,” Charles said, grinning. “One day we’ll finish Cluedo: Horny Edition! Before it, er, makes us finish.”
Edwin was helpless, in the face of him, not to smile back. “I suppose it does always make for a rather climactic game.”
“Ayyy, there’s a good lad!” Charles bit his lip and peered up through his eyelashes – truly a feat, when Edwin was still beneath him. “If I say just a lot harder next time, will you be brassed off at me?”
“Only,” said Edwin, flipping them over and seating himself primly in Charles’ lap, “if you do not follow through.”
“Oh, I’m raring to go, me,” Charles boasted, and by the feel of it, not emptily. Edwin supposed that was another round sorted, then. “What about the wager, then?”
Edwin looped Charles’ necklace around his little finger and tugged. “Well, you know what they say. Double or nothing.”