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It wasn’t like Charles was fantasizing about girls in lewd lingerie… that much. It was mostly about them being naked. Nakedness was sexy. Alright, lingerie was sexy too. Girls were sexy altogether. Boys too. But boys were not wearing lewd underwear. Boys were just… naked.
So Charles Rowland when he saw Edwin wearing one of Crystal’s corsets was so, so terribly confused. No, no wait. Confused wasn’t the emotion that he would say…
Edwin still had his usual trousers on with the socks but he wasn’t wearing anything but a white, silk corset on top. It wasn’t exactly a corset like the ladies in those magazines were wearing, it was more simple. It had white floral patterns between the silk lining. It was clear that the corset was made with a girl’s figure in mind. But god if it didn’t look like it was made for Edwin. It covered the boy’s chest and waist and made his broad shoulders look even more… biteable. Charles knew he was not capable of blushing but the tip of his ears felt really warm.
They were playing dress up with Niko for Halloween and apparently, one of the costumes demanded Edwin to wear a corset underneath? And Niko could convince him to wear it? Charles was amazed. He knew that he could easily get Edwin to do things he first didn’t want to but even he wasn’t as confident in his skills to put a corset on his friend… And then there was Niko. A whole other caliber. But all that didn’t matter anymore. The girls were asleep in one of the rooms of the huge mansion, leaving the boys to haunt around if they wanted.
“Charles,” Edwin called. Charles blinked, looking up at him, only realizing that he was… not entirely present. “Do help me with the laces.”
“Huh?” Charles blinked rapidly. Laces? What? Edwin rolled his eyes and turned around, showing the corset’s back. The garment was tied tightly on him; the lacing running down his creamy, naked back. And Charles knew, he just knew that something snapped in him.
“Charles, I want this garment off and I would rather not bother Niko about it this late at night,” Edwin huffed, looking over his shoulder. His naked shoulder. It wasn’t like Charles hadn't seen Edwin naked before. No, since they were together-together he had seen Edwin in all kinds of states of undress. Charles knew Edwin was exquisite but the way that corset was hugging his torso and the way those white, silk strings were digging into his spectral skin was another level of beautiful. “Charles, do pay attention,” Edwin hissed, turning around, urging him on. Charles stood up from where he was sitting on the bed and walked up to Edwin. His hands were on the boy’s waist before he was even thinking about what he was doing. His fingers were sliding on silk and floral lace as his mouth met with Edwin’s neck. “Charles…” Edwin gasped a soft breath.
“Sorry, ‘s just… you look so hot like this, Edwin,” Charles whispered. He felt like he was hit with a kind of spell as if someone cast ‘horny’ on him.
“It is silly, girls wear underwear like this,” Edwin whispered but before he could finish it, Charles slid an arm around him and carried him to the bed. “Charles…” Edwin gasped when his back hit the sheets. Charles was already on top of him working to get his trousers and undergarments off.
“‘S not silly, Edwin,” Charles said, feeling like a bloody neanderthal. There was only one thing on his mind and that was to get as deep into Edwin as he could. Jesus, even he was scared by the intensity of that thought. “‘S not silly,” Charles repeated and wormed himself between Edwin’s thighs, pressing himself against him. He cursed out loud when he realized how hard he was at the contact.
“Charles, wait, the corset…” Edwin stuttered on useless breaths, as he was trying to speak between Charles’s kisses.
“No, no, no, leave it on, yeah?” Charles actually whimpered as he was fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. “Leave it…”
When Charles could finally free himself, he leaned down to kiss Edwin again; deep and hungry as if he wanted to fucking eat him instead of making love. And when it was not enough he moved lower to grab Edwin’s hardness and take a long, hard lick. His eyes were on the boy all the way, adoring how his pale, ghostly skin looked against the pearly white of the corset. This was a dream, this must have been. If Charles wasn’t aware he was dead he would have thought he just got hit by a car or something and went to Paradise.
Edwin’s taste on his tongue was the most addictive drug he had ever tasted and Charles could never get enough. He took him deep in his mouth, sucking and lapping. One of his hands was on Edwin’s hardness, stroking along with the bobbing of his head. But his other hand was feeling the soft silk of the corset on Edwin’s side and chest. Something about it, something about the smoothness of the fabric, the way it was so snug on Edwin’s body, about how white it was… it did things to Charles. Horrible, primal things.
“Charles-!” Edwin shouted when a finger found its way into him.
Charles prepared Edwin a little hastily just in time for the boy to come on his two wet fingers. And the sight- the sight of Edwin, in a corset, coming on his fingers was a picture Charles would never forget. Oh god, he could already tell that that memory was going to get him hard in seconds.
“Fuck, Edwin, Edwin, I’m… you look so fucking good, love,” Charles rambled, shaking his head as he was stroking himself, watching Edwin calm down a little. He leaned over to kiss him again before he nudged him to turn around. “Wanna take you from behind, yeah? Is that ok? Is that ok Edwin?”
“Yes,” Edwin breathed, caressing Charles’s cheek before he rolled on his stomach. And once again Charles almost came. The laces were something. If Edwin was alive his skin would already be red from the abuse Charles had done to him… The thought was too much. Charles pulled up Edwin’s hips and pushed inside him in one swift motion. He barely let him adjust, he just went for it. His hands were grabbing the boy’s waist, tight and possessive, watching as his body was bouncing off his cock in the sweetest way — watching the small knot of the laces jump with it. Charles was breathing with an open mouth, as if he still needed air, riding toward his peak. He was barely aware that he was rambling. About how tight Edwin was, how beautiful he looked, how fucking sexy, how he looked like he was made for Charles...
And when Charles felt it, felt his peak hit, he pulled out and pressed his hardness right on the middle of Edwin’s back, where the laces were the tightest and came. He stroked himself, milking every drop of him onto the garment holding Edwin hostage. Even going as far as spreading some of it further on the fabric.
It took a few minutes for Charles to come to his senses, looking down at the mess he had made out of himself, and mostly out of Edwin.
“Dearest,” Edwin whispered, looking over his shoulder at him.
“Love,” Charles breathed, sitting back on his heels a little sunned. “I- I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I-” he couldn’t continue as Edwin cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss.
“I shall wear it again if you want,” he whispered.
“Yes, yes please…” Charles nodded, letting out a relieved breath.
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“So, did he like it?” Niko asked the next morning as she and Edwin volunteered to tidy up the room while Crystal and Charles were out to get coffee. Edwin sent a look at her.
“A gentleman does not kiss and tell,” he smiled sheepishly, throwing another corset into Charles’s backpack.