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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."

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.

"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.

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!"

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.

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.

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.

They can take a guess at what's coming when Edgar pulls away briefly, or at least hope, but it still doesn't prepare them for when he does put his fingers to Rowan's entrance. Between that pressure and his mouth back on their clit, there's not much they can do to hold back the tide of pleasure crashing down on them.

They cry out again as they come, a wordless mess of pleasure, and tense around him, their hand clenching in his hair. Their breath catches, the leg over Edgar's shoulder holding him tightly, and then suddenly they relax again, falling back limply, breath coming back in little pants. They have enough piece of mind to stroke their hand through Edgar's hair, trying to make up for their tight hold, but their eyes are still closed, limp beneath him. "Bloody hell, Edgar." They breathe, voice a touch shaky.

He draws away once Rowan relaxes, and scoots up to rest his cheek on their belly again, pressing a swift kiss to the warm skin before smiling up at them. Fondly, and ... maybe just a little smugly.

"Was that good, then?"

"Just a bit good, yeah." Rowan opens their eyes to glance down at him, stroking through his hair and then over his ear, keeping their leg wrapped round him. Their gaze is openly adoring, but also contented, as their breathing slowly starts to settle. They shift their leg a little so that they're hugging him with it more than holding themself open. "You better be careful with that mouth of yours, 'cos if people find out the things you can do with it, there'll be a queue."

Edgar leans his head into Rowan's stroking hand, with a contented hum.

At their last words, he grins. "People always said my mouth was gonna get me in trouble someday."

Rowan grins down at him, hand shifting to trace Edgar’s lips with soft fingers. “Sounds about right.”

They make an attempt to push him with their leg, reaching down and curling up a little bit so they can tug lightly on his arm. “Come here so I can kiss you?”

"Love nothing better." He doesn't hesitate, shimmmying up the bed until he can reach to wind one hand around the back of Rowan's neck and lean in for the offered kiss.

Rowan releases their grip as Edgar shifts, but only until they’re level again. Their arm loops around his back, and their leg winds around his, drawing him in closer and holding him in place. With the warmth of Edgar’s skin against theirs, the only thing that could improve this is a kiss, which Rowan doesn’t hesitate to claim. Soft and sweet, they press up into him, no longer lusty, but contented and sated.

“‘Course I know about it now, so you won’t be able to get away from me in any case.” They from against him as they break away, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Mm," he sighs contentedly, and leans to drop another kiss on their forehead. "Good thing I don't want to do that then, innit."

No, all he wants right now is to cuddle a little closer. And maybe drift off into a nap, if Rowan is amenable to that.

Rowan is absolutely down to nap, especially for one curled around Edgar. They shift to grab the duvet and pull it over both of them, to stop them from cooling down too much. Settling into him easily, they wind their bodies together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

"You're stuck for now, anyway." They murmur into him, lazily.

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