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"That's a good lad," Charles encouraged, as Edwin brushed his lips over the tip of his cock, an annoyed look crossing the older boy's face as the compliment landed. "Mate? What's the matter?" he pulled back.
"Nothing. May I continue?" he asked haughtily.
"No, you may not until you tell me what your issue is," he insisted, folding his arms and taking a step back.
"It's just... the compliments..." he admitted, avoiding eye contact.
"The compliments?" Charles repeated, confused.
"Yes, Charles, the compliments. They're a bit much. If you could..." he trailed off, embarrassed.
"If I could, what, love?" he insisted.
"If you could... perhaps be a bit crueler?" he asked, his voice barely a mutter.
"Crueler? Like what? Tell you you're rubbish at it?" he laughed, intending to lighten the mood. Edwin conceded him a small smirk.
"Call me a queer," he whispered after a moment. "Tell me how obvious it was that you could have had me this entire time. That I was made for you to use me," he continued, voice growing braver.
Charles swallowed thickly as he reached for Edwin's face, cupping it and stepping up to him. His cock just before Edwin's lips and his eyes on it. "I see what you care about," he teased, sliding his hand into Edwin's hair, gripping tight, tugging his nose against his cock. "I knew you wanted me before you said it," the words lit his stomach on fire, his cock throbbing against Edwin's face. "A queer like you? Yeah, it was obvious. I bet you let all the boys at school use you."
"I did," Edwin's voice was muffled against Charles' groin.
His stomach swooped before he recovered, tugging at Edwin's hair. He moaned, fighting against it to increase the pressure. "You like how I smell, don't you? A real man's musk must make a fag like you uncontrollable."
Edwin moaned again, his tongue dipping out from his lips against Charles' cock.
"Look at you. You can't control yourself. Like it's instinct. You need it, baby?" he asked, using Edwin's saliva mixed with the precum that had started leaking from his cock to wet his path, smearing the mixture across his plump lips.
Charles could feel his boyfriend’s whimper against the head of his cock, the reverberations making his knees feel weak for a moment, his hand tightening in his pomade coated hair.
"You really like this," he muttered, mostly to himself, awe in his voice. The desperate look on Edwin's face, tears streaming down his cheeks, was all he needed to see to confirm his statement.
Charles liked it just as much as Edwin did- maybe just because Edwin did? He wasn't sure, but he knew he was getting closer. He gave Edwin's hair a sharp tug. "Pretty fag, eyes up here," he ordered.
Edwin's face had a dazed look to it. Hooded eyes, flushed cheeks.
"You belong on your knees," Charles noted, like it was a fact of the universe. "Your pretty lips around my cock, you’re made for it. To be my little faggot. You were just practicing with those other lads. Now I've got to show you how to perfect it, don't I?"
Edwin nodded against the fist in his hair, a soft moan escaping his lips. There was a pleading look in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask for- "More," he begged, the word barely leaving his spit-slick, swollen, pink lips.
"Aw, the fairy needs more? You want my cock in that mouth of yours? A whore like you knows his way around one." He yanked Edwin's hair, pulling him to his cock. "Give it a lick, it's all you're good for anyway."
Edwin’s tongue slipped from his lips eagerly, tracing the curve of the head delicately, desperate to taste Charles- the sweet salty flavor of his precum combining with the natural musk Edwin wished he could bury his face in forever. He couldn't control the soft whimpers that crawled their way from his throat as Charles continued to berate him, each sweet insult tugging at his gut.
"God- you are good at this," Charles hissed as he traced the glands on the underside of his sensitive tip. "Years of practice did you good. Might have to keep you around just for this, yeah? Personal little fucktoy to use whenever I want. Bet a queer like you would love that. Give you an excuse to think about dick all day."
Edwin groaned through his full mouth, his hand pressing at his erection through the thick fabric of his trousers, the friction barely enough to relieve the aching in his cock. The entire situation was deliciously familiar.
"You touching yourself down there?" Charles teased, pulling Edwin's hair. "Did I say you get to? Nah, fags like you gotta wait their turn. Hands off, doll."
Edwin moaned against Charles' cock, gripping the bottoms of his trousers to keep himself from touching.
The vibration on Charles' cock moved through his whole body, a pleasure rolling through him.
"That's a good fucktoy," Charles groaned out, pressing on the back of Edwin's head to urge him to take Charles' cock deeper. "That's right, get me down your throat. You want me as deep as possible, don't you, bitch?"
Edwin moaned again, his own drool dripping down his chin. Just holding Charles' trousers wasn't enough, he slid his hands under them, up Charles' calves to grip at the top of his socks. The texture was more grounding, but the ache in his cock was insistent.
"Such a good cockslut for me, aren't you? That's right, take me." Charles' voice was all emotion as he pushed Edwin down on him, meeting each guided move of his head with a thrust of his hips. He started shallow at first, but Edwin really was fucking great at this.
Edwin relaxed his throat, allowing Charles to guide his head without resistance. He dug his fingers into the soft fabric around Charles' ankle, the burning heat in his stomach becoming more insistent with every thrust. He felt Charles hit the back of his throat, sliding down his esophagus slightly, thankful that ghosts didn't have a gag reflex, though he doubted he had one for years before his death.
"Such a good little fag for me," Charles groaned out, the praise dripping from his voice. "God you take this so easy, bet you could do this all day." He increased his rhythm, hips moving to meet the reckless pace the hand in Edwin's hair had already set. "Any of those other guys fuck you like this?" he growled, shifting his leg so that his boot was flush with his boyfriend's crotch.
Edwin couldn't take it, his eyes were hot with painful tears as he sobbed on Charles' cock. He rocked his hips, trying to hump Charles' boot, but with his thick trousers it was more frustrating than relieving. Charles yanked at Edwin's hair, lifting his boot and pressing down on Edwin's hard cock.
"Don't move," Charles instructed, and Edwin's body tensed. "Take me like a good fag. You're just a hole to me, you know that?" He pressed his boot down and Edwin gasped against Charles' cock, a sick wet noise as it slid inside him. "You take my cock and you'll cum from just that." He ground his boot down on Edwin's cock, the pain something he hadn't felt since hell.
He moaned out against Charles' cock, and with that momentary lapse in concentration his outfit disappeared to leave him in his underclothes. The pressure on his cock so completely overwhelming.
He bucked hips up to get that pain as sharp and loud inside his body as possible, and Charles yanked his hair each time his hips moved.
"You want to get off, do you?" Charles teased. "You're a toy, babe, wait your turn." He gripped Edwin's skull with both hands, fingers dug into his hair to his scalp as he pulled him to meet his ruthless pace. "I can feel every time you moan. Of course a queer like you loves being used. Your face being fucked is all you ever think about, isn't it? Unless you're thinking about me buggering you all damn day long. You just want me deep inside you."
Edwin groaned, pressing himself as close to Charles as possible, desperate to feel him, desperate to please him- the two ideas combining into one in his blissed-out haze. He needed to prove he could be good, to prove he was worth it. He tightened his lips, hollowing his cheeks to create suction as Charles fucked harder into his face, hips thrusting in time with the harsh hand on the back of his head, the boot against his cock keeping him teetering on the edge.
"Fuuuuck," Charles whined. "You act like you want me to cum down your throat. Bet you'd love that, drinking down my cum." He stroked his cheek with his free hand, lightly slapping the tear-stained skin there as he continued to thrust, feeling the reverberation of the slap in his cock. "Bet you'd love the way I taste, fucking fag. You can't get enough of me already, imagine how much of an insatiable slut you'd be knowing what my cum feels like inside you."
Edwin moaned loudly, peering up at Charles from beneath heavy and thick lashes. He sobbed against Charles, his body shaking as all the feeling surged through him.
Charles could feel the way Edwin sucked him harder, the sensation something he'd never actually felt before. Charles' hand tightened in his hair, forcing him down further on his cock. Edwin reveled in the feeling of Charles pubic hair against his lips and nose, the soft skin around the base of his cock pressing against his mouth as Charles thrusted roughly in his throat.
"How many cocks have you had?" he wondered. "You're so fucking-" was the only warning before another harsh thrust sent a familiar wave of salt across his tongue and down his throat- Charles stuttered thrusts dripping excess cum and drool down his chin and onto his shirt.
He let out a moan, his chest stuttering as he buried Edwin's face on his cock. His boot twitched against Edwin's crotch as he finally fucking cums down his throat. It poured from his lips, spit and cum leaking down his chin. "Don't spill," he said, letting go of Edwin's head and grinding his boot down as hard as he could on Edwin's cock.
Edwin gasped at the sensation. The ache in his cock was verging on painful and the insistent pressure from the hard rubber sole of Charles’ boot against him brought new tears to his eyes as he gently removed his softening cock from his mouth. "Charles please," he begged once his mouth was free, hips thrusting up against the worn tread.
"You'll have to beg better than that," Charles teased, lifting his foot to make Edwin chase it.
"Please, please, I'm your little fag, okay? Let me- just let me- please!" He couldn't stop the sobs from rolling through his body. His shoulders shook as he thrust his hips, rubbing himself off against the bottom of Charles' boot.
"Oh, you admit it? That’s cute, doll." He reached for Edwin's crying face, pulling him back against his cock. "Come on then, clean me up. You don't want to be wasting anything now, do you?"
Edwin whined, a mumbled moan as he pressed his nose against Charles' navel, deep in the coarse hair and licked. He moved his head, searching for sweat and cum with his tongue. And, god, Charles' musk tasted just as good as it smelled.
"I'm a real man," Charles said, pressing his boot back down on Edwin's cock. "A fag like you can't get enough, I was right."
Edwin moaned out, his mouth pressed open to Charles' groin as he lost himself in pain and pleasure. "Pl-Please, Charles. My-" he groaned, biting his lip as he bucked his hips. "My- It hurts, please!"
Charles' boot was harsh against his tender flesh, the thin fabric of his underpants barely shielding him from the rough drag of rubber against his pulsing cock. He felt his drool dripping through Charles pubic hair as he begged.
"It hurts, please. Please just let me. I've been good. I'll be so good. Such a good fag for you. Let you do anything. Please, I need you," he whimpered, his pleas muffled by the soft cushion of Charles' hip against his cheek.
"Need me to do what? Come on, love. Be a good little queer. Cum for me. Just like this. I know you can do it. Bet you've cum from less, yeah? Or did those mean other boys not think the fag deserved to cum? You should be thanking me for even letting you try." His voice was full of pity as he looked down at him, face red and sweat soaked as he clung to Charles legs, panting desperately, tears running down his face. He looked pathetic- he looked beautiful.
Charles' hand cupped his cheek and this time he let himself be held. He let Charles tilt his chin up and his jaw dropped slightly, tongue lolled out as he met the gaze. "I can," Edwin whispers, babbling. "I can cum for you, Sir."
"There's a good boy," Charles gave the praise that had been begging to drip from his tongue since Edwin first made a face. "My good little fag, gonna cum so hard for me."
Edwin moaned, his hips twitching up to meet Charles' boot. He could feel his body shake with tremors, chasing his pleasure against the painful press of the boot. "I'm yours," he says, rubbing his face between Charles' groin and hand. "I'm your fag, I'm yours. I-I'm close! I'm so close!" His hips stuttered against the sole of Charles boot, rubbing his face against the rough hair that littered his groin, needing to bury himself in the scent. "Fuck, Charles... Use me... I'm yours... need you," he stuttered incoherently, voice high and whimpery.
"There you go, love. Such a good little fag. Show me how much you need me," Charles encouraged, pressing his boot down harder.
"Charles, Charles, Charles," he chanted as he ground up into the hard rubber. "Please. Please. Please. Need you. Need to... Fuck." Edwin made a sound as if he had been punched, doubling forward, fingers digging into Charles leg as he came, the wet spot immediately obvious through his underpants.
Charles leaves his foot against Edwin's softening cock for a moment before pulling it away, and admiring the spot. "My little queer came in his pants from my boot? Maybe next time you'll cum just from me fucking you."
Edwin's mouth dropped open, falling against Charles as if all his energy had left him. "Please..." he mumbled incoherently.
Charles raked a hand through his hair, kneeling down to his level. "You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" And then he kissed Edwin before he could protest.