Hellhound AU

[just_aces]

Sometime round about 1900, a witch summoned a hellhound as a familiar.

He didn't mind it, hellhounds are loyal after all, and if some of her spells left him tired and drained, well, that was what he was there for, to keep her from using too much of her own energy for things. That and to eat the souls of her victims, sometimes.

But then, in the early 1970s, she ran afoul of a much stronger coven.

She was quite quickly banished to hell, but the hellhound couldn't be allowed to go with her, because, well, hellhounds are loyal and she was powerful and would have been able to use him to escape.

So the hellhound was made human, figuring that sixty, seventy, even eighty years if he was lucky would be enough time for the witch to have been consumed, so that even when the human-that-had-been-a-hellhound died, and Death herself realized that he was definitely not where, or what, he was supposed to be, she'd send him back.

But then one Charles Rowland kind of fucked up that whole plan by dying young and immediately running away from Death herself.

So the ghost-who-was-the-boy-who-was-the-hellhound has no idea what he was, or still is, under it all.

But, after a trip through hell to save his best friend (Hellhounds are loyal, after all) and time spent in a familiar position -though not a familiar kitchen- after that has been enough to knock a few things loose...

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[just_aces]

It was possible, even probable, that Charles wouldn't have growled like that without knowing his true nature, or if he had it would have been a surprise to him as well, as it was he managed to sit back just a little to give Edwin more room to work, letting out a shuddering breath of his own at the warmth of Edwin's hand against his skin, just sliding down the flat of his belly.

He'd said he liked a little teasing, but he hadn't taken into account just how different deliberate teasing was from the unconscious, almost accidental kind that came of Edwin still sorting things out for himself.

A soft whine followed as Edwin shifted his underwear aside and Charles dipped a hand between them himself to hitch it lower on his hips so it would stay out of the way even with the elastic trying to slide back up. He gave a little shift of his hips a moment later as Edwin finally took him in hand, eyes dipping closed for a moment and giving a quiet, "Hang on, just lemme..." It was the work of a moment and another wriggle of his hips to tuck the elastic waistband of his shorts down under his sac to keep it out of the way and give Edwin better access, especially when they were still pressed so close together.

His hands moved to Edwin's thighs then, giving another squeeze, "Okay. Alright. That's it."

[uptightboy]

Edwin had no breath, yet it hitched when Charles pushed his underwear lower to help him get himself out. There was something so familiar and intimate about the movement, about the trust Charles gave him to shed some of his layers in front of him. And the sight did not disappoint Edwin either. He once again had to swallow. Charles's hands on his thighs snapped him out of his daze.

"Let's see then... what's what," he muttered, looking back up at Charles. At first, he just held him, just getting used to him at all. He was heavy, warm, and getting warmer. Edwin experimentally moved his fingers low then up, as if he wanted to commit Charles to memory, all the little details. He squeezed the base, just like Charles showed him, then moved up to tease the head. Only then he was ready to use a tighter hold. "You are so warm," Edwin mused out loud.

[just_aces]

Charles was practically shaking at those careful, exploratory touches, gaze dipping downward because he knew if he had to watch the fascination in Edwin's expression it was all going to be over too soon.

Of course watching those elegant fingers in their explorations didn't help, and that initial squeeze at the base caused his cock to twitch upwards heavily, eliciting another soft growl from Charles, head rolling back against the back of the couch so that he was looking at the ceiling instead of Edwin at all because it was just too much.

Too much and not enough all at the same time, and that firmer hold finally had him lifting his head, brow creasing a little at the statement, taking a moment to parse it even as he slid his hands up from Edwin's thighs to his hips, "So're you."

[uptightboy]

Edwin's lips pulled into a momentary shy smile. He leaned in, kissing Charles's lips, as he slowly started stroking him.

"You are... You are gorgeous too, Charles," he whispered, his cheeks burning. Edwin also realized that the only reason he was not reacting to Charles's touch, or what he was doing was because he just had his own pleasure not so long ago. But how good it would be to feel it together with Charles. To feel such desire at the same time. "So handsome, and so... you are so good to me," Edwin whispered, tilting his head to kiss a trail down Charles's neck. He swiped his thumb over the tip of the boy's cock, coating him before going back to a slow, steady rhythm.

[just_aces]

He practically dove into that kiss, whimpering softly when Edwin withdrew again, taking a moment to parse what his partner was saying, blushing brightly across the bridge of his nose and high on his cheeks when he did, practically all the way to his temples but he wasn't going to object, even though he almost felt like he should, if only because at the moment Edwin was the one being good to him.

There was another hitched little noise in the back of his throat at the sweep of Edwin's thumb, the touch enough to make him drip further, and having Edwin's mouth at his throat at the same time was enough to make him stop breathing completely. He didn't actually need to breathe, but he was overwhelmed enough that even those habitual reflexes had fallen to the wayside. He wasn't on edge just yet, but if Edwin kept up the same way it wouldn't take long at all to get him there.

[uptightboy]

Something about having Charles at his mercy... besides the collar felt thrilling. To think that only with a few touches Charles can whimper like that? For Edwin? It was new. It was... heady. And he was getting warmer under his touch and his lips.

Edwin parted his lips to make his kisses more open-mouthed, getting braver. His pace got steady as his grip got more wet, shivering at the memory of how it felt for him when he was in this state. He smiled, then tilted his head to kiss at Charles's collar again. Now that it was out in the open that he liked it, he felt no shame in adoring it in this way too. But as he figured to raise his head again, Edwin did something that surprised him too. He parted his lips again, baring his teeth, and playfully scraped over Charles's neck as lightly as he could.

[just_aces]

The corner of Charles' lip was caught between his teeth, head lolled to the side to give Edwin as much space as he needed, because truthfully he liked having attention paid to the collar as well, could feel it in a way that probably had to do with it being a magical bond that Edwin had put there, so of course he'd feel when Edwin touched it, but he didn't have the brainpower to put that all together at the moment.

No, at the moment he was just letting himself sink into the sensations, and when Edwin's teeth drew across his skin he actually whined, hips shifting upwards as his prick twitched again, leaking steadily at that point. It was enough to push him that much closer to the edge, able to feel it starting to tighten at the base of his spine, twisting in the pit of his stomach, and he managed to collect himself enough for a whimpered: "Almost." And a quieter: "Please." He wasn't even sure what he was asking for at the moment, just more.

[uptightboy]

Edwin could feel it too. The more he paid attention to the collar, either with his lips or touches or just thinking about it, he could feel it. As if the bond he put on Charles was being filled up with something more.

The way Charles squirmed under him, up in his touch, and whined was so terribly erotic Edwin had to force himself not to stop due to being overwhelmed. His empty breath stuttered against Charles's neck, picking up his pace just a little. He squeezed the base after a few quick pumps, slowing down, just to pick the rhythm back up. It was madness, and Edwin could understand Charles wanting more because he wanted more too. But of what. Of Charles, probably, in any way. So the scraping of his teeth became small nips, as he put both his hands to the task of pleasuring Charles.

[just_aces]

The change in pace was enough to keep him teetering dangerously on the edge for just a moment longer, enough to make him whine again, vocabulary -what little of it he'd managed to regain- dissolving completely into needy, half-desperate noises again, only half-aware that he was making as much noise as he was.

That squeeze of Edwin's hand was just perfect, drawing another broken moan out of him, head rolling back against the back of the couch, panting raggedly despite not actually needing to breathe. It was only a moment more, the span of a couple wildly-spinning heartbeats -if they still had a pulse to speak of- before he finally toppled over, spine and shoulders tightening briefly, hips trying to arch up again even despite Edwin's comfortable weight holding him in place, his hands practically locked against Edwin's hips, not about to let him go just yet.

[uptightboy]

As Charles was reaching his peak... it was poetry. It was madness. And Edwin finally understood a little about all the romance novels and poems. Before meeting Charles he thought nothing of romance, or, well... pleasure and desire. They were just themes and subjects some artists could not let go of. But after this? After he had experienced it on some level? Edwin could understand...

He pulled back to watch Charles's face when he felt him come. He felt the death-grip on his hips, and he wanted to commit that expression to memory. Just like the way he always wanted to remember Charles's hands on him.

"Charles," Edwin stuttered like a prayer as he attempted to help him through his peak just as well as Charles did earlier with him. It was difficult to focus but Edwin tried his best. Only when he deemed it safe he leaned in to kiss the last of those sounds off Charles's lips.

[just_aces]

The kiss, the fact that Edwin was initiating it, just had him making another low sound, pleased and sated and content, leaning up into it gently, finally uncurling his fingers from Edwin's hips, kneading softly there before drawing down his thighs in a slow pass.

He finally managed to find his voice again, blinking slowly at Edwin, smile spreading slowly into place, "That was bloody brills." A soft laugh before dipping in to press a quick kiss to the corner of Edwin's jaw, reasonably sure that had been better than any of the times it had happened when he was alive, and if that was because it was with Edwin, because of Edwin, well he wasn't going to argue that, not if he didn't have to.

[uptightboy]

"It was... It was bloody brills," Edwin let out a relieved, empty sigh and leaned into the touches. He found he liked to be here. He liked to have Charles under him, he liked them entangled like this; with more than collars and bonds, but with something else. "Welcome back, Charles," Edwin smiled nuzzling at the boy's cheek, then slowly attempted to tidy him up.

[just_aces]

He couldn't help the soft laugh at that, turning to nuzzle Edwin's ear in return, just because he could and it felt like the right thing to do. He helped with getting himself put together again, but didn't make any move to get up after that, hands resting on Edwin's thighs once more, having long since decided that he quite liked feeling the play of muscle under his hands just as much as he'd liked feeling those legs tighten against his hips earlier, and could only imagine how much he'd like them actually wrapped around his waist.

But he was doing his best not to think about that just at the moment, that was something to consider later.

Perhaps surprisingly, Charles looked less tired than he had even when he'd first woken from his nap, certainly not back to his full sunny demeanor just yet, but not as far from it as he had been. The cheekiness had definitely returned, as evidenced by running a finger along the lower edge of the collar, transferring the energy of one of the bangles -and it still amused him that the volume was set but he could distribute it however he wanted- to a row of dangling scales, not quite chimes, but still clinking together soft and musical when he moved, "C'mon. We've got an office to make presentable and a trip to the campus to take."