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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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There’s no complaint from Rowan, just an eager noise, and an equally eager twitch of their hips, as Edgar’s hand slides towards where they want it. The soft, sparse line of hair on their belly gives way to carefully trimmed hair, and then warm folds. Between them, their clit is larger than average, but nothing that would seem unusual to questing fingers, but there’s very little slickness around their entrance, despite their other, clear signs of arousal.

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He strokes up and down through their folds, circles his thumb rapidly over their clit. The lack of wetness would make him uneasy, but Rowan did warn him; he'll trust them to tell him if he does anything that doesn't feel good.

In the meantime, he draws his mouth away from their nipple, only far enough to blow a cooling breath over it.

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"Oh, fuck, Edgar!" Rowan groans under him, spreading their legs to give him more space to move his hand, their body begging for more. The teasing on their nipple doesn't help either, and they whimper needly.

Giving in, freeing their hand from Edgar's hair and reach down between them to slide both trousers and pants off their hips, pushing them down as far as they can, and then wiggling one leg free so they can open themself up for him more, presenting themself for Edgar to explore.

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Once he realizes what Rowan's doing, he lends a hand, helping them wriggle free of their half-discarded clothes. Unfortunately this does mean dividing his focus, and his attentions to Rowan's body flag slightly in the meantime.

On the other hand ... repositioning himself means that now he can pay much closer attention, and his mouth begins to trail down Rowan's belly, following the path his hand took a few moments ago.

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It seems like a fair exchange. Rowan draws in a sharp breath as Edgar's lips trail lower, hoping that he's planning on replacing his hand with them. To encourage him in, they wrap one leg around his waist, unashamedly presenting themself to him. They place one hand in his hair again, the other kneading the sheets beneath them, eager noises escaping with each breath. They might not be able to show Edgar how much they're enjoying his ministrations by their body's reaction, but they can certainly let him hear what he's doing to them.

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For a few moments Edgar rests his cheek against Rowan's belly while his hand resumes its work, and gives a small contented sigh.

"Love how you sound," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to the skin just above their navel -- and then, on impulse, traces his tongue around it. "Love how you taste."

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Edgar's almost leisurely touches only turn Rowan on more, although his hand between their legs certainly helps. They squirm as he circles their belly button - not quite ticklish, but something close to it. There's still no complaint though, and certainly no attempt to get away from him.

"Only fair, 'cos I loved having your cock in my mouth." They purr, jumping straight to crude. But they mean it; half the work was already done for him, just by his reactions to them and his own pleasure.

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"Sure sounded like it," he grins, and rolls their clit very gently between thumb and finger.

And then slides down lower, and a little lower, and finally brings his mouth into place to run his tongue through Rowan's folds in a long, slow stroke.

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And if that gentle touch is anything to go by, Rowan's reward is to have Edgar tease them to death. They whine, a low noise at the back of their throat, but luckily Edgar rectifies it quickly enough by slipping low enough to replace his fingers.

They cry out loudly, arching into him and parting their legs more to give him better access. The leg wrapped around him, is now draped over his shoulder instead, and they use it and the hand in his hair to lightly push him into them, desperate for more. "Fuck, Edgar!"

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Oh that's a good sound, and it sends heat pulsing through him again, his breath coming faster.

He pushes his tongue as far into them as he can manage, then slides upward until he can lap at their clit, a swifter movement this time.

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Mewling under Edgar, Rowan bucks up into him. They're so close already, chest flushed and breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Both hands knead, the one in Edgar's hair tugging on it, trying to stay gentle, but only half present.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, there, please!" They beg, white heat threatening to overtake them. If Edgar doesn't want to send them over the edge, he'll have to stop now.

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Oh, but how can he stop when Rowan's asked him so nicely.

He draws back just long enough to take a breath and slide two fingers through his mouth, slicking them with his own spit -- and then dives down again, pressing the wet fingers slowly up into Rowan's entrance, and at the same moment sealing his mouth around their clit and sucking hard.