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valarltdThis is from Terror of the Frozen North
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Charlie ignored him and thrust again into Edward's body, drawing another groan from him. “You're the warmest thing I've felt all day,” he said, the words coming out through his own clenched teeth as he struggled not to climax immediately from the evening's events. “I could stay here all night, you feel so good.” He slammed hard. “Mine. Not hers.” He impressed the claim on Edward's ass with more hard thrusts that left Edward gasping. The pain had clearly gone out of the act for him and he moved with Charlie, making each entry deeper, each withdrawal almost complete.
“Not his either.” Charlie reached up and grabbed a fistful of Edward's wavy hair, jerking him around to look at Nigel. “Mine.” He pounded a little harder. “He's been very good to us tonight and I just might let him have you.”
Nigel raised an eyebrow at that.
“Or not. Maybe another night.” Charlie leaned in and whispered, “He still loves you. That carries a lot of weight with me.” He slowed down, as if thinking his options through. “On the other hand, he shot me, and that's pretty unforgivable.”
“Doyle, do shut up and let the poor man spend,” Nigel said.
Charlie yanked Edward's hair again, eliciting another gasp. “Do you want him? Do you still love him? Do you still love her? I know you love me. I'm only wondering how much of your heart I have to share with other people.”
“You. Only you,” Edward rasped, the first coherent words since he'd gone to his knees. “My Charles.”
Charlie caught the wounded look that Nigel didn't hide quite fast enough. He slapped Edward's ass cheek. “Liar. I know you still love him. Tell him.”
Edward shook his head, starting to fight the movements. He tried to set the pace, to take over the act. Nigel dropped to his knees before him and took Edward's face in his hands and locked their eyes together.
“Darling Edward, your sweet owl has the right of it. I love you. I always shall. And you will never entirely cease loving me, even as much as you hate me. We cannot be together, for we only hurt each other. But this night, this one night, I can give you.”
Charlie watched as Nigel leaned in, his movements very slow and deliberate, and kissed Edward. It was the long, deep kiss, the kind Charlie loved best when snuggled under the eiderdown on a chill rainy morning, the one that said they didn't have to get up, that breakfast and the whole world could wait until they were quite done.
Nigel gave him that kiss and Charlie wanted one of his own. He wanted the kiss from Edward. The small voice that gave him all his best inspiration and all his worst ideas told him he wanted it from Nigel as well. That settled the matter.
He finished in three hard strokes, burying himself deep inside Edward as he climaxed, but not shouting, much as he desired to. It was a small boat after all.
Nigel kissed Edward through the whole of Charlie's orgasm. Charlie reached a hand down to find Edward had gone soft without a peak of his own. He eased out and moved away, leaving Nigel to kiss Edward for a moment more.
“On the bed,” Charlie said when they parted. “Nigel has done good things for us tonight, love. Let's satisfy him.”
Edward blinked, as if waking up and pulled away from Nigel's hands. “Are you serious, Charles? Are you willing to take your murderer to bed?”
“We have to forgive him for that sometime.” Charlie felt distinctly more charitable than usual right now. “It doesn't mean forgetting that he is quite capable of doing so again, but it means not throwing it in his face every hour we're together.” He helped Edward to his feet and kissed him. “After all, you shot me too. Osiris took two bullets out of my heart.” Edward flinched and almost pulled away. Charlie held him. “I forgave you for that. I can forgive him without forgetting.”
Nigel stepped in closer and kissed Edward's shoulder. “Your boy has a tremendous heart, especially for one that had two bullets removed. I will abide by his decision tonight.”
Charlie smiled at him, the first real one he'd given the man since their introduction. “Come to bed with us, Nigel.”
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Charlie ignored him and thrust again into Edward's body, drawing another groan from him. “You're the warmest thing I've felt all day,” he said, the words coming out through his own clenched teeth as he struggled not to climax immediately from the evening's events. “I could stay here all night, you feel so good.” He slammed hard. “Mine. Not hers.” He impressed the claim on Edward's ass with more hard thrusts that left Edward gasping. The pain had clearly gone out of the act for him and he moved with Charlie, making each entry deeper, each withdrawal almost complete.
“Not his either.” Charlie reached up and grabbed a fistful of Edward's wavy hair, jerking him around to look at Nigel. “Mine.” He pounded a little harder. “He's been very good to us tonight and I just might let him have you.”
Nigel raised an eyebrow at that.
“Or not. Maybe another night.” Charlie leaned in and whispered, “He still loves you. That carries a lot of weight with me.” He slowed down, as if thinking his options through. “On the other hand, he shot me, and that's pretty unforgivable.”
“Doyle, do shut up and let the poor man spend,” Nigel said.
Charlie yanked Edward's hair again, eliciting another gasp. “Do you want him? Do you still love him? Do you still love her? I know you love me. I'm only wondering how much of your heart I have to share with other people.”
“You. Only you,” Edward rasped, the first coherent words since he'd gone to his knees. “My Charles.”
Charlie caught the wounded look that Nigel didn't hide quite fast enough. He slapped Edward's ass cheek. “Liar. I know you still love him. Tell him.”
Edward shook his head, starting to fight the movements. He tried to set the pace, to take over the act. Nigel dropped to his knees before him and took Edward's face in his hands and locked their eyes together.
“Darling Edward, your sweet owl has the right of it. I love you. I always shall. And you will never entirely cease loving me, even as much as you hate me. We cannot be together, for we only hurt each other. But this night, this one night, I can give you.”
Charlie watched as Nigel leaned in, his movements very slow and deliberate, and kissed Edward. It was the long, deep kiss, the kind Charlie loved best when snuggled under the eiderdown on a chill rainy morning, the one that said they didn't have to get up, that breakfast and the whole world could wait until they were quite done.
Nigel gave him that kiss and Charlie wanted one of his own. He wanted the kiss from Edward. The small voice that gave him all his best inspiration and all his worst ideas told him he wanted it from Nigel as well. That settled the matter.
He finished in three hard strokes, burying himself deep inside Edward as he climaxed, but not shouting, much as he desired to. It was a small boat after all.
Nigel kissed Edward through the whole of Charlie's orgasm. Charlie reached a hand down to find Edward had gone soft without a peak of his own. He eased out and moved away, leaving Nigel to kiss Edward for a moment more.
“On the bed,” Charlie said when they parted. “Nigel has done good things for us tonight, love. Let's satisfy him.”
Edward blinked, as if waking up and pulled away from Nigel's hands. “Are you serious, Charles? Are you willing to take your murderer to bed?”
“We have to forgive him for that sometime.” Charlie felt distinctly more charitable than usual right now. “It doesn't mean forgetting that he is quite capable of doing so again, but it means not throwing it in his face every hour we're together.” He helped Edward to his feet and kissed him. “After all, you shot me too. Osiris took two bullets out of my heart.” Edward flinched and almost pulled away. Charlie held him. “I forgave you for that. I can forgive him without forgetting.”
Nigel stepped in closer and kissed Edward's shoulder. “Your boy has a tremendous heart, especially for one that had two bullets removed. I will abide by his decision tonight.”
Charlie smiled at him, the first real one he'd given the man since their introduction. “Come to bed with us, Nigel.”
