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NOT MY CUP OF TEA

by The Ultimate Otaku

CHAPTER 4

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Peter's POV

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Only Edmund had this effect on him. Only Edmund could make him so thoroughly lose his composure, so that there weren't even any threads left.

Edmund tilted his head to one side, giving Peter an amused, knowing smirk. Damn it, he always could read Peter easily. He was almost better at it than Lucy, but not quite. Lucy could read everyone.

Peter watched as Edmund's hands slid down his thighs, thoughtful, and then he sat up. A flush reddened and burned Peter's cheeks, as his younger brother scooted in between his legs. When Edmund's hands slid in to touch Peter's thighs through his trousers, spreading Peter's legs, Peter gasped at how close Edmund's hands were to his arousal.

Knowingly, Edmund let his hands linger there a moment. Then he leaned in against Peter, and holy fuck it was amazing to have his hot, sweaty body pressed right up against Peter. Peter could feel his brother's thighs against his own, and his naked cock hot through Peter's trousers seemed to make his own cock needier. They were chest to chest almost, and now Edmund tilted Peter's chin down to kiss him.

The kiss was long and slow. Edmund's tongue dallied in all the places it could, and he didn't thrust it or whirl it, simply he tasted Peter. It would have been sweet and loving, except for the throb of Peter's arousal against his brother's belly, and the way he wanted, suddenly, to grind against Edmund again. But he stopped himself, hoping that something better would come.

Peter pushed Edmund's tongue around in his mouth, forceful, needy, and at the same time, he let his hands trail down from Edmund's shoulders, down that bare, strong back. He, too, paused to tease, before groping Edmund's buttocks. Edmund had a good ass, firm but not without roundness, and Peter kneaded it. His brother pulled back from their kiss, and in the lustful look on his face, Peter could tell Edmund liked his touching. He looked almost drunk with desire. Maybe now he would be less teasing?

No chance. Edmund swirled his tongue around Peter's nipples, making Peter gasp, and his right hand inched with one pointing, aggravating finger, down Peter's body. When he reached the waist of Peter's trousers, he paused, and his finger crept down beneath Peter's clothes for a moment, to touch Peter's cock. But then it left, and Peter shuddered as it crept over his trousers down his length. Then Edmund's hand had cupped his arousal, firmly, and he began to massage it.

Without even really thinking, for his brain had left him again, Peter reached his hand down to rest over Edmund's, and pressed it harder over his aching cock. His hand moved with Edmund's, rubbing over the trousers. Mmm the friction was good.

"Harder," he breathed, eyes closed, and he knew he was leaning back weakly against the car door now, but he didn't care just now. If Edmund didn't stop, they would do like they had earlier, and Peter would come all over him. Not that that was bad, but…he wanted Edmund's tongue.

"Is this hard enough?" Edmund's voice was husky with desire, and Peter loved hearing it like that.

Peter let his hand drop from Edmund's, and instead, he let his fingertips trail down the outside of Edmund's thigh. He could see Edmund was hard now, too.

"I…I want more, Edmund," he said, "I want your mouth. Right now."

He could tell that pleased Ed. The hand on him moved a little faster, still going strong, and Edmund's gaze flickered to his face before going back down to what his hand was doing. He licked his lips, and Peter could see him try to hold back a smirk.

"I'm serious, Ed! Hurry up!" Damn that smirk was annoying.

Now Edmund was definitely smirking. His hand stopped moving, and he looked at Peter. "How much do you want my mouth?" He made a kissy face at Peter, and laughed.

Peter growled. "You're going to make me pay a price? I'm your brother!"

Edmund chuckled. "All the more reason to annoy you by making you pay up for my mouth. You know I don't mean money."

Peter licked his lips, and his gaze bored into Edmund's, searching. How serious was Edmund? What did he want that they weren't both currently wildly willing to give? This was just Edmund teasing him. It wasn't a blackmail threat. He had nothing on Peter, except the fact that Peter really wanted his mouth. If Edmund didn't hurry, Peter was just going to force him to do it. They had wrestled before, and Peter usually won.

Although at this point, wrestling wasn't quite what he wanted to do with Edmund…

To test Peter, or to tease him, Edmund was now hovering with his mouth over the tent in Peter's trousers, and he'd started to give it a lick when Peter opened his mouth (not to agree, but because the sensation of Edmund's tongue even on his clothed cock was good). When Peter closed his mouth though, Edmund stopped.

"You want me to beg, don't you? Like you did earlier. Like," Peter swallowed, remembering, "Like I did earlier."

Edmund pretended to think about it, but Peter could see through him. His cock was giving him away, too.

"I will accept that payment," Edmund finally declared. Peter was reminded strongly of Edmund the Just in Narnia, for a fleeting second. Everything that came out of that King's mouth was double-edged when he spoke to Peter, but when he was dealing with subjects he was always kind.

"So." Peter held his hands up. "Make me howl."

Edmund raised his brows in a look that clearly said, you don't know what you've just gotten into. He immediately made short work of Peter's trousers and underclothes, so quickly, that Peter thought with a blush, it must mean he was much practiced.

Edmund was giving Peter what he wanted, but he was going to be even more an aggravating tease later, in charge for Peter having his mouth right away. Or was it right away? Edmund paused, and all of his teasing demeanor dropped for a moment, as he looked Peter up and down.

Finally Edmund's breath came from him in a whoosh, and he said bluntly, "If you weren't so damn close to coming, I would ride you so hard that I wouldn't be able to walk properly after."

He blushed bright red after he said it, and he couldn't seem to look at Peter. Peter stared, and then a choking laugh sputtered from him. "I-Is that how you talk w-with all the boys you've shagged?"

Edmund raised his chin up, a clear defensive gesture, and then he gave up his prideful glare and his head sunk to rest against Peter's shoulders. "Sometimes I would," he admitted, "But I wouldn't with you, unless…you wanted me to."

Peter was red now, because an image had come to his mind of Edmund "riding" him, and he had to admit it was appealing. His breath whistled through his teeth, and he said, "I don't know. I…I want you to do, whatever you want to do, to me."

His brother pulled back, smiling, and said, "I like how willing you are."

Then, without another word, Edmund had his mouth on Peter. It happened so fast that Peter made some sort of embarrassing keening sound. Edmund had pressed his lips to Peter's cock, and now he was giving it long, slow licks, all the way up and down. Even the sensation of Edmund's hot breath coming through his nose and tickling Peter's bare cock was good. And his tongue, lion's mane it was good…it was wet, and hot, and it licked Peter all over like Edmund had never wanted anything more. It licked him so much; his cock got really wet, and then as Edmund sucked in the head of Peter's cock, just the head, his nimble fingers were stroking the balls and base of Peter's cock, and Peter couldn't breathe anymore.

His head was pounding, and he felt like all of his senses were on overdrive. He could feel the tight grip that Edmund's hands now had on his hips, holding them down and still. That grip was hard enough to bruise. Edmund's breath was fast on his skin when he wasn't licking him, and Peter clenched his teeth tight, but it didn't hold back his sounds. He moaned, pushing up for more of Edmund's mouth, and Edmund chuckled. Just the sound of that low chuckle was good.

When his brother's tongue lazed against the underside, Peter bucked his hips up against Edmund, and groaned low, "Faster, Ed…"

"I need to hear the magic words, Pete."

Peter groaned as that tongue now slipped near his cock but refused to touch it. At the same time Edmund's fingers were skimming up and down Peter's thighs and it was driving him mad. He was ready to pound into Edmund's hot mouth as Edmund had so voraciously done with him. So as Edmund's tongue wiggled over his thigh, Peter grabbed Edmund's hair and pulled his brother up, up till those full lips touched his cock.

Edmund whispered over him, "That is the furthest thing from a 'please' I've ever experienced. Do you need some encouragement?"

He pinched Peter's thigh, hard, and then laid himself against Peter again, so Peter could feel the thrum of Edmund's cock against his. Wow that felt good. Then, pulling back with a flush of lust on his face, Edmund dipped his head again.

This time, his mouth wasn't on Peter's thighs or his cock. Instead, he eased Peter down in his sitting position, and pushed Peter's thighs wider apart. Then, suddenly, his tongue was diving in a deep crevice below…Peter tried to sit upright, shocked by the new move and somewhat horrified, but Edmund held him down long enough for him to realize that the sensations Edmund was creating with his tongue were wonderful. And it was better the deeper his tongue went inside.

Unbidden, Peter cried out, "ED," and then his voice faded to a whisper, "What the hell are you doing…oh, please…please," he gasped for breath.

Edmund surfaced from his treatment of that secret spot, and he said, "You haven't howled yet." He was flushed, and his cock had risen up fully. Peter could tell from Edmund's excited manner that he was really enjoying the effect he was having on Peter.

So close, too close to argue, Peter fell back again, half against the door and half on the seat, and he realized his thighs had been clenching Edmund's head as his hands yanked Edmund's hair. Oh god…He cupped his hands over his face in embarrassment, and murmured with a crackly voice, "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

That seemed enough for Edmund, for he ducked in again. Immediately his thrusting, hot tongue was deep inside Peter, and Peter was making a sound deep in his throat that seemed to come from some other world. He knew he was thrusting his hips down against Ed's delicious tongue, and his sweaty thighs had Edmund's hair plastered against them, but he couldn't stop moving in time to Edmund's tongue.

Finally Edmund was in the deepest he could go, and as he flicked his tongue against that certain spot, ripples of pleasure burst all over Peter. He knew he was whimpering high and fast, howling just like Edmund had wanted him to. Edmund moved his tongue in again, again, and each move forced a sound out of Peter. Then Edmund's mouth was taking in his cock, and he had a moment to thrust in before he came.

Edmund's mouth was working over him, deliberate and smooth and expert; Peter watched as his brother drank his seed, the long lashes fluttering as Edmund closed his eyes in evident pleasure. At the same time, Edmund wrapped his hand around his own cock, and Peter watched as his brother drew back from him and came with shaking breaths.

When it was done, Peter lay back, spent. Edmund pulled back, and his hand skimmed Peter's slick thighs with a sense of ownership – the gesture seemed to say now you're mine and no one else's – before he stretched back out to the other end of the front seat again.

They both panted to catch their breath, and Peter had his head flung back. He gasped for air, feeling deliciously heavy and pleased all over, but at the same time his mind was full, wondering what Edmund would do next, and what else Edmund could do, and where the hell had he learned to use his tongue like that? Where had he learned to lick Peter there? It felt so wrong, and so weird, but Peter felt elated all the same. He had never had such a good physical experience, ever, and with all the feeling that Edmund put into it, it wasn't a hollow melding of two desires together; it was so much more than all the pleasure that Edmund was able to bring into his body.

They lay there together, silent, naked. It was a strange sort of camaraderie that Peter bet Edmund had had with other young men, but never had they had it. He would have questioned this and felt so guilty, had it not been for Aslan's message to them both. Inside of him he thanked Aslan for his blessings. He loved the joy in Edmund's face. He felt a surge of love and affection rush up into him, when he lifted his head up and saw Edmund smiling at him. Peter smiled back.

As if the smile was an invitation, Edmund crawled over to Peter, and turned around, so that he lay with his back against Peter, and his head cradled by Peter's shoulder. "You know," he said, and nuzzled his nose into Peter's neck, "I've wanted this for so long. Now that it's here…I'm feeling quite possessive of you."

Peter laughed as Edmund nipped his neck, and replied, "Well, good. I…I feel the same. You can't imagine how jealous I've been of Tom this past week. Letters and…a-and…'buggering all over town.'"

He heard Edmund swallow, and then Edmund shifted so they could look at each other. They were nearly nose to nose. "You…you really felt jealous of him?" Edmund asked.

Peter nodded. "Yes. Very. It made me feel very angry with myself…"

"What about," he could see Edmund lick his lips, working to figure out how to phrase the question. Edmund drew one hand through his hair, and then seemed to give up on finding the right words. He blurted, "What about all those girls you've been with?"

Peter narrowed his eyes at Edmund. "How d'you know about that?"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "Right, you think I don't know the signs of sex? I could practically smell it on you when you came home. You didn't always know I was there, but I saw you returning from it enough times to be able to tell what was going on. And it's not like there are a lot of bars around here; you hear who leaves with whom."

Peter opened his mouth to say something angry, something about Edmund intruding on his privacy, but then he stopped, and laughed instead. "You always read me easily. Was I that obvious? Do you…do you think mum or the girls sensed it?"

"Nah. They've got other things on their minds. Susan's too caught up in her makeup land, and Lucy would always rather be in a book. Mum…" His voice seemed to constrict, and he changed the topic abruptly, saying, "So, was I better than all those girls?"

Peter groaned at Edmund's possessiveness. It was worse than Peter's past jealousy! "Edmund," he growled, "You're better than all of them combined."

Edmund raised his eyebrows. He doubted.

"I'm serious," Peter intoned gravely. "I never wanted them. They were just…fixes, because I really only wanted you. I just thought that…it wasn't like that between us."

Edmund stared at him seriously for a few moments, and then snuggled back down into Peter more. "Thank God it is."

Peter smiled. "Yes. I think I would've exploded if I'd had to wait any longer…"

Edmund laughed. "Well, you did explode. On me. Earlier today…"

Peter knew Edmund was talking about the grinding and the tea tray incident earlier, and now he could laugh along. It was funny, in retrospect…without all the horror and panic that had come immediately after.

Then he licked his lips, remembering the sight of Edmund treating himself on the bed, and Edmund coming earlier, and now Edmund was naked and cozy in his arms…He grinned to himself, and stroked the back of his hand lightly down the side of Edmund's head. He shut his eyes and focused on the softness of Edmund's skin underneath his fingers, tracing the jaw and the light stubble there, down to the throat where Edmund's Adam's apple was jumping.

"I like…you touching me like that. All soft," Edmund murmured.

Peter remained silent and just kept at it. He liked it, too. He liked the feel of Edmund's warmth against him, the rise and fall of Edmund's breath so close, the way Edmund's hand was pressed up against his thigh in that possessive manner.

He kissed the top of his brother's head. His idle fingers flowed smoothly, down to tweak the long hair at the back of Edmund's neck, down across the light hairs on his arms, and back up, where he let his fingers swirl up and around, making a random path up his brother's torso.

His fingers played with Edmund's nipples, squeezing a little, creating a soft sound from his brother. As he rubbed over one with thumb and finger, Peter tilted his head to the side, and kissed Edmund's cheek below his ear. A pleased "Mmm" came from Edmund's mouth, and in return, he put a kiss to Peter's jaw. That kiss turned into a second, and a third, and Peter's hand had moved down now to trace the shape of his brother's hip.

Edmund's tongue was in action suddenly, sucking at the hollow of Peter's throat. Peter knew his breath was speeding up, and he wanted Edmund to turn over, so he could feel the front of him against his body. When his hands maneuvered Edmund to turn over, he was surprised his brother let him take command. Then their bodies were flush against each other, and Peter threw his head back as Edmund's lust took over.

The brunette had his hands on Peter's shoulders, and he was pushing lightly against Peter, so that his cock brushed against Peter's stomach and his thighs and oh, his cock. Edmund felt warm against him, and his lips were wet at Peter's throat again, and Peter scraped his nails down his brother's back when Edmund bit hard - over his neck, over his nipples, teeth scraping down his belly, mouth suckling down to his cock, his balls, down between his legs again; he knew he was thrusting down against Edmund's mouth once more. Edmund's hands against his thighs were rough and bleeding him but it was good.

He knew he was making humiliating sounds again, but he couldn't help it; it felt so good. So when Edmund stopped suddenly, and lifted his head, Peter grumbled in protest. He opened his mouth to say something about it, but there was an intensity in Edmund's gaze that made him shut his mouth. Then Edmund was laying his delicious body over Peter's, and Peter gasped as he realized his brother's cock was pressing, pressing down between his thighs.

Edmund's intense look said it all. He wanted inside Peter, and he wanted it desperately, but he wouldn't go any further if Peter didn't want to. Peter swallowed, hard, and closed his eyes. Did he want it go this far? He remembered what Aslan had said, and he remembered all of his fantasies. Most of them had had himself over Edmund, taking the dominant position. But now he had to admit, Edmund was the one with experience, and Edmund being dominant was actually quite good. Peter enjoyed it. And Edmund was looking at him now with a plea in his eyes. He really, really wanted this.

But he wouldn't say anything. Not even, "Peter." He seemed to know that even that might have the power to send Peter over the edge, into "yes", and he wanted Peter to decide all on his own. Peter shivered as he wondered what would it feel like? Would it hurt? Would he hate it? Would he love it?

He slid his hand down and grasped Edmund's cock. The sensation made Edmund gasp, but Peter didn't look at him. His body was pulsing hard and hot, his cock was heavy, and he did want more. He wanted to have this with Edmund – this bond, and the joy of sex, and all the love that Aslan had said it was okay for them to have for each other. He wanted all that intensity in Edmund's gaze to be his forever and ever, not just in these moments in the car where they had shared joy in each other's embrace.

"Yes," he croaked out, before he could stop himself. "Please, Ed."

Edmund licked his lips. He didn't say anything. He didn't say, "Are you sure?" He just nodded his head, slowly.

Then suddenly he was pressed up against Peter; his body was flush against Peter's body, their sweat mingling. Peter could hear the panting of Edmund's excited breath, smell the familiar scent of his brother, and the heat, oh it was consuming! It was all over Edmund, delicious against Peter, and most tense and delicious of all was the hard heat of his cock. It pressed up against Peter's wet entrance, and Peter shut his eyes tight, and grabbed Edmund's shoulder. He knew he bit on it in pain, knowing as if from some far distance place, as Edmund entered him in one sharp movement.

Edmund was inside of him. He was so hot. He was so hard. Peter opened his eyes and Edmund was looking at him with concern. He whispered to Peter, "You alright?"

Peter bit his lip and nodded. He shut his eyes again as Edmund exited and then entered him again. He pushed in rough and quick again; a few times, he was rougher like this. Then, he entered slowly and tenderly, and murmured, "Peter. Peter, please look at me." His voice seemed about to break.

Peter opened his eyes. Edmund looked like he was about to cry. Immediately Peter cursed himself for hurting Edmund. He was in pain, but it was going to be joy, wasn't it? It was love, and therefore even the pain was good. He had enjoyed the pain Edmund had given him, until now – the bites, the scratches, the scrapes. He enjoyed some roughness. This was simply different than anything he had ever felt before. His body was being invaded. But it was Edmund! But it hurt. What could he say or do?

He pushed himself more against Edmund's body, and his voice was throaty as he said, "Keep going, Ed. Keep going."

So Edmund moved within him, slower, tender still, and Peter began to feel a bliss rise up within him. He began to feel joy in the way that Edmund filled him, in how close he was to Edmund's hot, hard, cock. His own cock was aching, and every touch of Edmund's belly against it, and Edmund's thighs against his, was good. He opened his eyes again, and smiled at Edmund.

Encouraged, the brunette began to move faster into Peter. Peter heard himself groaning, suddenly, loudly, as that hard cock slammed home into that delicious spot inside him. He held onto Edmund's arms, groaning his brother's name, as Edmund's cock pounded into him again and again. It felt good. Peter felt himself spiraling into some new place he had never been, and pleasure was rippling over him in waves and coursing through his every limb. He twisted against Edmund, and Edmund moaned a delicious, soft noise against Peter. That wild tongue licked over Peter's ears and his neck. Edmund thrust into Peter, and Peter had his hands on Edmund's hips, groaning in time to Edmund's movements.

He began to bite Edmund, biting his shoulders, biting his neck, and then he pushed up once, against Edmund. In response, his brother lifted his head up, and growled, "Again." So Peter, loving the sound of that growl, pushed up again and again. Edmund growled more, louder, god he was loud against Peter. The brunette was roaring over Peter, harder and faster, as Peter was making his own sounds.

When he moved against Edmund equally faster, and clenched the walls of his body over Edmund's sensitive cock, the brunette gasped, "Oh Peter…Pete!" and Peter did it again, and again, shoving his hips up so that their bodies slammed into each other. His cock was rubbing a wild friction against Edmund's belly, and those hands were all over him – in his hair, over his arms, rubbing his back, his sides, and then suddenly Edmund's hands had dived to touch his buttocks, and was pushing Peter against him so hard that Edmund's cock brushed that sensitive spot hard and Peter shouted.

He enjoyed the way Edmund gasped his name as Edmund thrust into him and touched him all over. He enjoyed pressing his hands into Edmund's hips, and the heat and sweat between them. Edmund was wild, shouting, and the more he became wild the more Peter did, too. Peter was pushing against his brother so much, and that cock was full and hard within him, he didn't want it to ever leave him. He wanted all of Edmund, and he had it – those eyes burned with lust and love when Edmund lifted his head, and planted a kiss on Peter's mouth.

Whispering Edmund's name, Peter pushed his hands up against Edmund's chest, and pushed Edmund back, so that now the brunette was lying against the car seat. He lifted his body up, slowly, slowly, and then slammed down. His body swallowed Edmund's cock deliciously, and when he slammed home again, after lifting slowly, he heard Edmund whimper. He loved that sound.

Peter had his head thrown back, and he began to move faster over Edmund, to the sound of Edmund's shouts. He was bouncing over Edmund now, jiggling, and he felt the slap of Edmund's balls and the scrape of his thighs and Edmund's hard, tense hands were holding onto his forearms, and he dug his fingers into the rippling of Edmund's belly, feeling the muscles clench as Edmund thrust into him again and again.

Finally he slowed, slower, slower, until there was a sweet burn and slide to his movement. The burn was as he pulled up, and Edmund's slick cock eased out of his body, and the slide was as he pushed down, and that heat and hardness, the long length and filling, slid into his body in one smooth, wet, gliding movement. Beneath him, Edmund was murmuring his name. Peter knew he was groaning, and his fingers were teasing Edmund's nipples with little rubbings and tweaks.

His head hung low over Edmund, and he watched that cock enter him again and again. His breath was harsh and fast in him, but he liked it, and he liked to see Edmund…lion's mane, there had never been a more beautiful sight. The sight alone almost sent him over the edge. Edmund's body was spread out beneath him, and his thighs clenched hard against Peter. Beneath Peter, his torso glistened with sweat, his nipples were erect, and his red red mouth was glistening and swollen with biting. He breathed harshly through his nose, and his eyes were shut. His hair was a mess of darkness splashed over the car seat, and when Peter pushed down extra hard, Edmund pushed up, and his arms reached up to pull Peter to him.

For a moment Peter lay there. He took in the sweat and heat of Edmund's body, the way Edmund swept sweaty tendrils of his hair from his forehead. He felt the softness of Edmund's hands contrast with the hard lance of his cock. Then that sweet mouth was kissing him, suckling over his tongue, and those teasing fingers were tracing a vein on his cock now, and Peter couldn't breathe. He pulled out of the kiss, and as Edmund's hand touched his aching cock with just light touches of his fingertips, Peter breathed, "Yes…yes."

Edmund laughed. "Yes? You mean no. You don't want it to end so soon, do you?" He looked up at Peter.

Peter pressed against Edmund again. "I don't. I…I don't know what I'll do when we're done."

Edmund kissed Peter, slow and lustful, making both groan. Then he said, "We're never done."

Peter did not try to make sense of that. He liked the sound of it. He lifted himself up again, and then allowed Edmund to push him back, to dominate the scene. Edmund's hands spread his legs wider apart, and he pushed into Peter with a moderate tempo, a steady rhythm. It gave them time to kiss, to lick, to listen to each other's sounds, and Peter exulted in the heavy weight of Edmund inside him, in the burst of dizzy pleasure as Edmund's cock hit that spot occasionally.

Then he felt the pleasure rising within him, higher and higher; he clenched against Edmund, and he wrapped his arms around his brother. There was nothing like this! Nothing had ever been this good. Groaning his brother's name, he drowned in the sensations as Edmund slammed home again and again. The leather seats were squeaking and he could smell the sweat and taste it on his tongue, and Edmund's body was so hard and perfect against him. Those pale hands brushed over his chest and then Edmund was kissing him again, long and hard.

Peter came with a gasp, pulling back from the kiss, and at the same time Edmund threw his head back. He pushed within Peter a couple more times, and then suddenly a delicious heat and wet shot within Peter, hard and powerful, and at the same time Edmund was moaning and he pushed his head up against Peter's chest. His fingertips were digging into Peter's hips. Peter could feel Edmund's hot, harsh breath against him. He shut his eyes as they fell from orgasm, and he was relieved that Edmund did not pull out of him or away.

They lay together like that for Peter knew not how long. It was a hot sweet jumble of panting breaths and their scents combining in the air around them. Peter enjoyed the heavy weight of his brother on top of him. Just the fact that Edmund was like this, lying over him, after sex…wow. Peter had never thought he would get this, ever, and had never thought he would feel okay about getting it. But Aslan had made it okay, and god it had been good! He hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

Lovingly, Peter stroked his fingers through Edmund's hair. He whispered, "Ed…mmm…you were so good…thank you."

He felt Edmund smile against him and then the brunette lifted his head up and looked at Peter. His smile was gorgeous, so pleased, and he looked beautiful with sweat beaded on his neck and tendrils of hair sticking to his skin. He looked delicious; he made Peter want to lick him all over. But…Peter did not want to move, ever, from this wonderful position.

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