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Edwin studies himself in the enchanted mirror, adjusting his outfit. Now that he’s wearing it all together, he thinks it turned out even better than expected. Suggestive more than outright revealing.
He hopes Thomas likes it.
It’s the anticipation, he thinks, idly toying with the bowtie hanging loose in his hands. That affects him even more than what he’s chosen to wear. The curiosity—what will Thomas say? What will he do, how will he react?—has Edwin pleasantly abuzz with excitement, as though his spectral energy has transmuted into champagne bubbles and starlight. And the feelings are amplified by the magic of his Cat King’s realm making him some semblance of corporeal. Able to touch and be touched.
He runs a bit of pomade through his hair, but leaves it looser than his usual strict part. Thomas does so love when the slight waves in Edwin’s hair show themselves. The smooth strands slip through his fingers, cool and soft, with the faintest hint of sandalwood and bay rum.
He breathes deeply, enjoying the slight constriction around his chest compared to the vulnerability of his lower half. It makes him feel like a gift half unwrapped and ready. The contrast sets something slow and hot to curling itself through his core.
The little magical ting that zips through him lets him know Thomas is almost here. Edwin smiles at his reflection one last time, and waits for the knock.
Thomas trots into the cannery, shifting from black cat shape to human in a swirl of fire now that his kingly duties for the day are done. It was a long day too, made all the more so thanks to the knowledge that Edwin would be waiting here for him, with—as the delicately penned letter he received promises—some sort of surprise.
Impatience tips over into anticipation that purrs hot in Thomas’ chest. Time to see what his sweet ghostie cooked up.
As Edwin’s note instructed, Thomas wends his way through the shadowed depths of the cannery until he reaches the door of his room. The back hall is nearly silent, with only the faint background of waves beating a low rhythm against the pier. He finds his door closed tight, the misty magical tingle of a warning charm dancing beneath his fingers as he reaches toward the knob. Edwin knows he’s here, then.
Time to play, apparently. Fuck, he loves when Edwin lets himself play.
Grinning to himself, Thomas knocks firmly on the door and waits for an answer.
“Oh dear, you’re dreadfully early.” Edwin’s voice drifts from behind the door, and Thomas only grins wider at the exaggerated tone of dismay. They both know he’s perfectly, exactly on time.
The click of the latch reaches his ears, and Thomas takes it for the invitation it clearly is. He pushes the door open slowly and steps through.
He sees soft lighting first, a half-dozen of Edwin’s magelights glowing soft white-gold hovering throughout the space, casting warm shadows against furniture and bedding alike. Movement in the corner of his eye has him stepping farther in and turning to the far side of the room—
—and he nearly loses his breath at the sight of Edwin.
He’s posed next to a low vanity table and bench, with the small enchanted mirror Thomas found for him reflecting the light of the room and the form in front of it. Thomas can’t look everywhere at once and a purr crawls out of his throat as he tries to take in every part of Edwin, on display like an offering.
One lean hand is braced on the vanity, as though he’s just stood up, and he affects an expression of wide-eyed surprise as he glances coyly over his shoulder at Thomas.
His long figure is a beautiful contrast of textures that Thomas aches to get his paws on. A satin waistcoat in deep blue with intricate silver detailing skims close to his shoulders and waist, over a soft white button-down with the cuffs undone and half-rolled, collar loose and bowtie hanging from one hand.
Not just a waistcoat, Thomas realizes as his lust-fogged mind picks out detail after detail, but fitted with the faint lines that reveal Edwin’s always-beautiful posture is at the moment as much from subtle corset boning as it is from his usual straight spine. A ladder of corset lacing in shimmering silver-blue extends from his tailbone all the way up to the base of his neck.
Thomas licks his lips, drags his tongue along one sharp canine. He can’t wait to undo every single inch.
The hint of a teasing smirk curls at the corner of Edwin’s lips as he waits patiently under the attention, letting Thomas take his time. He stretches the line of his back, his legs. Showing off, the little minx. Because there’s more to enjoy, to anticipate.
Gods, but Thomas loves these games they play. The ones where taking their time is its own reward.
His eyes drag down, down the lines of that pretty lacing to the pert, uptilted ass barely concealed by a pair of sheer, silky shorts—too delicate to be called boxers—in a soft silvery blue. The material slides over his skin with every slight shift of his thighs, revealing shadowed hints of the secret places beneath. Thomas can tell even from here that it will feel absolutely gorgeous beneath his hands, almost as silky as Edwin’s skin in the delicate soft spaces inside his thighs.
Speaking of, Edwin’s beautiful long legs stretch bare beneath the shorts, save for one of Thomas’ not-so-guilty pleasures in the form of sock garters clasped tight around Edwin’s calves, the constriction just enough to press deliciously into skin, holding up soft navy-blue cotton.
The entire outfit is delectable.
Edwin’s not naked, no, but in Thomas’ opinion this is something even better. Just enough skin to entice, just enough layers to encourage the temptation and anticipation of uncovering the rest of the body hidden beneath fine silk and satin.
The very picture of a gentleman interrupted during his preparations for an evening out on the town.
“Edwin.” Thomas’ voice comes out rumbling and low, filling the room and bringing a glow to Edwin’s eyes. “You look…”
Edwin affects that coy embarrassment again, though the heat in his eyes and the flush on his cheeks belies all of it. He sets a coquettish hand to his chest as though shy. “I’m sorry, darling, I meant to be dressed by the time you arrived.”
“Oh, no need for apologies, sweetheart.” Thomas prowls a few steps closer. “And no need to finish dressing, either. You look perfect just like this. Half unwrapped and waiting for me.” He stalks forward, every part of him focused on Edwin’s every breath, every shift, every twitch. “Already undone for me, naughty thing. No pants, no bowtie, even.” He slips up behind Edwin and trails a hand down the length of his arm until he can pull the dangling bowtie out of Edwin’s fingers, tucking it into his pocket to use later.
Then he wraps his hands around Edwin’s trim waist, made taut and just a bit slimmer than usual from the corsetry. He trails his fingers around to trace curious, teasing touches up the length of the lacing, counting the crosses with little plucks of his claws. Speaking with silence, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy.
Edwin’s face is still turned over his shoulder but his eyes fall shut, lashes resting on flushed cheeks. His breath catches as Thomas trails down to grip his hips and turn him around, tugging him close until they are chest to chest breathing the same air. Thomas rumbles a pleased purr, dragging his nose along Edwin’s chin, huffing in the spectral scent of ozone and spice.
More earnest than their teasing game, Edwin whispers, “You like it then?”
There is no world where Thomas wouldn’t love every bit of this. “You look incredible, sweetheart.” He pecks a kiss to the little beauty mark on Edwin’s chin, then to his lips once, twice, quick nipping touches. Before he lets himself get lost in Edwin’s mouth, he pulls back and brings the teasing, playful tone back into his voice. “Now remind me, where were we going tonight before I so rudely interrupted your toilette?”
With the praise, Edwin relaxes back into the little role he’s playing tonight, “Ah, well, I’m afraid now we’re terribly late. No possible way to still make the reservation on time.” His hands coast up Thomas’ sides as a wicked little smile curves his lips. “Whatever will we do instead?”
“Oh, I’m sure we can think of a few things.” He starts trailing kisses down Edwin’s neck, tugging aside the collar of his shirt to lick a hot kiss into the hollow of his throat. He keeps moving lower, trailing his lips and nuzzling along the corset fastenings down the front of Edwin’s waistcoat, kissing each hook and button as he goes. He doesn’t undo anything, not yet; Edwin looks far too delectable right now, laced up so tight in satin and leaning back to brace his ass and both hands on the edge of the vanity for balance. Why deprive himself of such a sight?
Edwin’s eyes on him are dark and hot, the green almost entirely eclipsed by black, as slowly, slowly Thomas sinks to his knees. He kneads his hands against the curve of Edwin’s hips. Listens to Edwin’s breath catch at the barest prick of his claws.
But he doesn’t want to risk ruining these pretty silk shorts—not quite yet, anyway—so he pulls his claws in and drags a firm touch all the way down the outside of Edwin’s thighs, until he can wrap his palms around the back of strong calves. Bending down, he bites a kiss into Edwin’s knee just above the tight line of one garter strap. Traces the golden clasp with his tongue, savouring the tang of metal in his mouth.
Edwin makes soft, needy sounds as Thomas moves to give his other knee and sock garter the same treatment. He sounds so sexy, and Thomas sucks a pretty pink bruise into his inner thigh to the tune of a shivery moan. He does it again and again, alternating between Edwin’s thighs, as his mouth follows his hands in a slow, dragging path upward.
When he reaches the top of Edwin’s thighs, he squeezes—with the barest hint of claws again—and gazes adoringly up through his lashes. “Gods, look at you. So gorgeous for me.” He drops his attention to the front of Edwin’s silky shorts and the very obvious cock half-hard beneath, a small damp spot already forming over the head and the soft swell of his balls visible below. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Thomas,” Edwin breathes, long fingers sinking into Thomas’ curls and clenching gently. Not pulling, just feeling. Thomas takes it for the encouragement it is and leans close enough to press a kiss to the head of Edwin’s cock, enjoying the feel of the silk against his lips. The tip of his tongue adds to the wetness and he revels in Edwin’s breathless moan, the restless kneading of fingers in his hair. “Ohhhh—!”
He makes no move to pull the shorts down. Instead, Thomas slides his hands up further, slipping beneath the edge of the silk to cup Edwin’s ass, dragging forward to trace his fingers down the creases between hips and thighs. He presses his thumbs along soft skin, moving inward, until he brushes against Edwin’s balls. Gently toys with the weight of them, ruffles the softly wiry hair, watching raptly as Edwin’s cock thickens further and presses tight against silk.
His own is already heavy and hard between his legs, but Thomas will get to that later; right now, he has his lover to savour.
Edwin leans more of his weight on the hand planted atop the vanity, widening his legs. His grip in Thomas’ hair turns coaxing, tugging him closer into the space between his thighs with a desperate, “Please, please, I want to feel you.”
And Thomas knows Edwin wants skin on skin but he’s enjoying the look and feel of the silk too much to take these pretty shorts off just yet. Instead, he rubs and nuzzles into the crease of Edwin’s hip, exhaling heated breaths to tease through the fabric. Edwin’s silk-covered cock slips against his cheek, his jaw, a tempting caress. He watches Edwin through his lashes, focused on the little gasps and moans escaping Edwin’s lips with each twitch of his hips, each touch of Thomas’ fingers and lips.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. Thomas adores him.
Edwin’s cock is hot and damp beneath the shorts, visibly wet and straining now. Thomas purrs deep in his throat, turning his head to feel the drag of it along his cheek to his lips. Parting his lips, he laps slowly at Edwin’s cock, tasting him through the thin silk. With a wicked glance at Edwin’s desperate face, he closes his lips around the thick tip and sucks.
“Thomas, fuck!” Edwin’s hands clench in his hair, twisting and trying to tug him closer, to press deeper into Thomas’ mouth. He whines beautifully when Thomas holds his hips still with firm hands, keeping his ass pressed tight against the edge of the vanity no matter how much Edwin squirms and twitches. He alternates slow hard suckling of the head with letting his mouth drop open to let it rest wetly on his outstretched tongue.
The silk’s become translucent with the mix of precome and saliva, clinging prettily to rosy skin. Thomas pulls back to admire the way every vein and curve is simultaneously veiled and revealed—so much like his ghostly lover, bold in many ways yet with so many secret parts. Hiding behind layers yet still so obvious in his desire.
Above him, Edwin whines deep and desperate, eyes gone dark and shining with only the thinnest ring of that gorgeous mossy green. “Please, darling. You’re such a tease.”
Thomas groans softly, deep in his throat. He can’t ever really resist those pretty eyes, especially paired with Edwin’s usually-sharp voice gone soft and blurry with pleasure. He still draws out the suspense, stringing both of them along into desperation, thumbs toying with Edwin’s balls until finally he slides one hand up to press firm fingers to the base of Edwin’s cock. He traces the vein teasingly as Edwin shudders and twitches, before slipping a finger and thumb around to hold it steady as he leans back in, tongue resting on his bottom lip in anticipation.
He sucks Edwin into his mouth, as deep as he can until the tension of stretched silk keeps him from going further—only halfway down Edwin’s gorgeous prick but more than enough. The impatience in the tight clench of Edwin’s fingers mirrors the desire burning in Thomas’ core and drives him forward, sucking hard and bobbing his head fast. Done teasing and pushing Edwin toward the finish.
Less than a minute and Edwin’s hands are scrabbling frantically through Thomas’ hair, across his shoulders, the back of his neck, desperate and grasping. His breaths come faster, voice rising as he cries out. “Ah-ah-ahhh, Thom—Thomas, please, please oh god, oh god, I—” It’s all the warning he gives as he hunches forward over Thomas as far as the stiff corset will let him, hips jerking hard against Thomas’ hold, and with a with a sharp shout he’s coming wet and slick inside his silky shorts and Thomas’ mouth. “Oh-ohh—!”
Thomas sucks him through his climax, tongue pressing against the head to savour the taste and wring every last gasp of pleasure out of his sweet ghost. Beautiful, beautiful boy.
As Edwin’s hands gentle from their tight grip to adoring strokes and pets through Thomas’ curls and over his cheeks, Thomas lets a pleased purr rumble up from his chest. Pulling back, he gives Edwin’s soaking wet tip one last dragging lick before releasing him completely and admiring his handiwork. The front of the silk is absolutely ruined, dark with the combined wetness of saliva and cum. Gorgeous and perfectly filthy. Turning his attention upwards, Thomas licks his lips the catch the last of the taste as he gives Edwin a wicked smile.
Still panting for breath he doesn’t technically need, Edwin gazes down at him in blissed-out adoration, eyes pleasure-softened and face flushed a pretty pink. “You like your surprise, then?”
“Love it,” Thomas purrs, kneading Edwin’s thighs and pressing a kiss to his hip. “Love you.” Because he does, he does, he does.
“Mmm, love you too, my darling.” Edwin urges Thomas to his feet and pulls him in with a series of soft, slow kisses. He presses close, rubbing against Thomas’ still-hard cock invitingly. “You haven’t…ohhh, let me—”
“Oh, I’ll get mine, don’t you worry.” Thomas returns the kisses deeper and with the stinging bite of teeth, anticipating burning in him as he considers the best way to unwrap Edwin from his beautiful corset. He curls his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and begins to ease them down, teasing and slow. “First, I think it’s finally time we take these off.”