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Edgar closes his hands on the edge of the bed, panting slightly in arousal and anticipation. When Rowan kisses the inside of his thigh he twitches, hard and involuntarily.

He wants to urge them to hurry, but no, he's going to be patient. He can be patient.

... At least a little longer, surely.

He won't have to be patient too much longer. Putting the condom down on the bed beside them, Rowan kisses their way up until they can press a feather light kiss over the bulge in Edgar's trousers. They leaning away to give themself space, they slip both hands under his waist band, using one to lift it out of the way and slide it down, while the other gently takes hold of his cock for the first time, easing it out to give themself access.

They purr to see it, running their fingers over it's length, licking their lips eagerly. But there's something they need to do before they can start giving Edgar the attention he deserves, and after settling his trousers back down around his erection, they reach back for the condom, undoing it so they can start to roll it on.

He shuts his eyes hard when Rowan takes hold of him, forces himself to exhale slowly.

The condom is a little unsettling to him; even though he has a pretty good idea what one is, he hasn't used one before and isn't sure how it'll feel. But he trusts Rowan, so he'll hold still for it unless it starts to hurt.

Rowan has a pretty good eye for sizes, and besides that, they have a trick. Leaning forward, they slip the condom between their lips. They bend over Edgar, holding his cock steady at the base, then, after a shaky breath of anticipation, take it between them too. Steadily, they swallow him up, using lips and tongue to roll the condom before them, relaxing the back of their throat once Edgar hits it and continuing all the way to the base in one smooth and easy motion. This clearly isn't their first rodeo.

Moaning around him softly, the noise reverberates through their throat and mouth, vibrating gently as they shiver with their own pleasure, but then they draw back, ready to start lapping attention over the head and then maybe work back to deep throating him again when he's further along. Consider it a taste of things to come.

Edgar gasps, eyes wide and staring at nothing, mouth open, as Rowan's mouth takes him in completely. For a moment he seems frozen with the shock of pleasure, unable to even breathe.

"... Fuck," he whispers shakily, almost reverently, as they draw back. "Ohhhh, fuck that's good."

That's a good reaction, and Rowan shifts as their own body responds to Edgar's pleasure. Their hands shift to his hips, holding onto him there as they draw back to the head and bob their head a few times. Then they use their tongue, lavishing attention over the tip, before tracing the veins down, down... and then back up before he hits the back of their throat again, teasing him.

He half-whispers another expletive or two, but mostly holds shudderingly still, clutching the edge of the bed. His breath is coming hard through his open mouth, rasping in his throat, sounding thunderously loud in his own ears.

When Rowan draws away before taking him fully in, his hips twitch hard, wanting to thrust. He emits a barely audible groan, and holds still.

Feeling those hips twitch, Rowan groans in pleasure around him, glancing up at him from around his cock. They love seeing, hearing and feeling Edgar's pleasure, each noise from his mouth heating their own blood. They draw all the way back, teasing the head again, and then without warning, relax their throat and deep throat him once more, swallowing him up completely. They bob there a few times, letting him fuck their throat, swallowing around him, then draw back to breathe.

Now they set up a steady pace, bobbing their head around as much as they can take without fully deepthroating him, lavishing attention on the shaft with their tongue as they can. The hands on his hips hold tighter unconsciously as their own pleasure builds, clinging to Edgar as they enjoy his dick.

The heat in him is gathering, building, abruptly rising to that unbearable peak that means it's about to crash down. He wants it to last longer, and he doesn't know if he can stand it another moment.

"Christ," he gasps, his voice cracking, "Rowan -- I'm gonna --"

That does nothing to dissuade Rowan. They loosen their hold on Edgar’s hips, allowing him to thrust up into them if he needs to. At the same time they pick up the pace, relaxing their throat again as they once again adjust to him fucking it. Sometimes Edgar’s cock hits the back of it, others they swallow him down to the base easily, moaning with pleasure each time as he fills them up. Rowan’s rocking their own hips now, partly to power the movement, but partly because of the heat between their own legs.

He doesn't intend to thrust into Rowan's mouth, but in the final few moments he does, hips pushing forward almost of their own accord as his back arches, every muscle straining. His head rocks back, and a hoarse wordless cry tears out of him as he comes.

That thrust feels good too, and Rowan keens around Edgar’s cock as he comes. They milk it out oh him, slowing but not stilling entirely as he pulses inside their mouth, filling up the condom. Only when he’s stilles entirely do they pull away, pressing a last kiss to the tip, then easily sliding the condom off, tying it, and setting it aside.

“Fuck, Edgar, that was hot. You’re so hot.” They murmur, breathlessly, nosing into his inner thigh as they look up at him. A warm flush has spread over their collar, a sign of their own arousal.

He's flushed as well, sweating, his breath still rapid and shallow. "Christ," he whispers, "Rowan ..."

There aren't words for it. He leans down, bringing his hands up to cradle their face between his palms, and kisses them deeply.

Rowan purrs into the kiss, returning it easily. And as they do, they push themself up, pushing Edgar back up right as they clamber back onto the bed and reclaim their position in his lap. They sit forward this time, closer to his knees, aware of his spent dick between them, but then relax into him, allowing Edgar domination of this kiss without a fight.

Slowly, gradually, he draws back from the kiss and looks into Rowan's eyes for a long moment.

And then cracks a tiny wicked grin and topples both of them over sideways, onto the bed.

Rowan smiles fondly at him as he draws back, following him a little as they relax into him. And then get taken off guard as Edgar moves abruptly, toppling them over. They don't resist it, though, laughing as they let him direct the fall, twisting just a little so he doesn't end up landing directly on their hip.

"So what's your plan now?" They ask, smirking across at him, as they take advantage of the position to reach around him and slide their hands under his loose trousers, grabbing his arse and squeezing playfully.

"I have to have a plan now?" He laughs, and yelps slightly at the squeeze. "I was gonna just make this up as I go along."

Making it up as he goes along evidently involves leaning to kiss Rowan's neck, if they'll let him.

Rowan laughs, relaxing under him. "No, I just wondered if you had one." They admit, arching their neck to give him better access, with a low groan of approval.

"Ah, well," he mumbles against their neck, "never been any good at plans."

Slowly, his mouth moves lower, trailing warm wet kisses over the pit of their throat and the delicate armature of their collarbones. His hands roam over their back, kneading lightly.

If nothing stops him, he'll move down to a nipple and take it gently into his mouth.

Moaning as Edgar sets his lips to their body, Rowan squirms lightly under him. Their chest flutters under his touch as their breath speeds up along with their heartbeat. "Seem to be doing good without one so far."

And when he reaches a nipple, they moan loudly, arching up into his mouth. Their hand reaches for his head, burying their fingers in his hair and resisting the urge to tense and tug on it. They're sensitive there, and they have no reason to hide it.

Oh, Edgar wouldn't object too much to having his hair tugged on, under the circumstances.

At Rowan's moan, he smiles a little against their skin, then runs his tongue around their nipple and suckles gently for a few moments, before trailing his mouth across to the other nipple.

Rowan has no qualms about letting their pleasure known as Edgar doubles down, whimpering under him and pushing up into his mouth. "God, Edgar..." They murmur as he pulls away, leaving the cool air to do it's work on the nipple he abandoned. They use the hold on his head to push him into the other one eagerly.

The sound of Rowan's moaning sends ripples of heat down his spine, into his limbs, stirring faintly in his groin. He seals his mouth around the nipple for a deep pull, and slides one hand down Rowan's back and around their side, under their waistband to squeeze their hip.

Arching up under him again, they give him better access by tilting their hips, making a gap for Edgar's hand to slide under their clothes easily, hoping he'll carry on. But the squeeze of his hand on their hip is good too, especially in combination with the continued attention to their nipple. They do tug lightly on his hair this time, as they moan wantonly for him, desperately wanting more.

He has to shift a little for this, keeping his mouth on Rowan but angling his body slightly away to make room between the two of them.

So that his hand has enough space to slip around to the front of Rowan's body, his palm pressing flat against their lower belly -- and hesitating, long enough for Rowan to tell him no if they want to, before sliding down between their thighs.

He has only a vague idea what he's going to find there, but his sole concession to that is keeping his movements slow, exploratory, careful.

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