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“You’re too sure of yourself.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“Not.”

“Are.”

William kicked Edwin, forcefully enough to cause Edwin to jerk sideways a bit, which woke Andrew.

“Sorry, sorry,” Andrew spluttered upon waking. He wiped some spittle from his cheek and blinked a few times. Edwin chuckled.

“Oh, Andrew,” he said through a lovesick sigh. “You must be exhausted to have fallen asleep so easily.”

Andrew stretched out his arms and legs.

“I was.” He cracked his neck and his back. Then, he stretched some more. “But I think the nap helped a bit, so I’m fine to stay awake for a while now.”

Edwin took Andrew’s hand and kissed it. His heart stuttered from the absolute adorableness that was Andrew Thompson. Andrew looked so damn endearing like this—his hair a mess, his eyelids heavy, his clothes a little rumpled. And it was making Edwin want to spend the next long while engaged in other kinds of activities, instead of either sleeping or continuing to sit by the fire.

Leaning in close, Edwin whispered to him, “I think I might like to head to the bedroom, actually. But for . . . not-sleeping purposes.”

“I heard that, Edwin,” William chided before hopping to his feet. “And it made me realize that I ought to leave you two alone.”

“Where are you staying?” Andrew asked. “Not, uhm, with Agnes, I wouldn’t think.”

“Definitely not. Edwin’s mother would have my head. No, I’m staying in the library on the sofa in there. It’s comfortable enough.” He wrinkled his nose. “Although, if I remember correctly, Edwin’s bedroom is right above it, so I implore you to please try not to sleep too loudly.”

Edwin snorted. “We won’t. I promise.”

“Good, good.” William started toward the hall and held up his hand halfway there to wave. “Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.”

“Good night, William,” Andrew said.

“Night, Will,” Edwin echoed.

Once William’s footsteps faded, Edwin took hold of Andrew’s shirt.

“Bedroom,” he commanded. “Now.”

Andrew immediately began to chuckle. Edwin cut Andrew’s laughter off with a kiss.

Chapter Thirty-One

Andrew

Andrew was still stepping out of his pants when Edwin shoved him backward onto the bed. He let out an oof as he hit the mattress, and then, chuckling, he resumed kicking off his pants while Edwin, who was naked except for the binding cloth that was still wound around his chest, climbed on top of him.

Right away, Edwin pressed a bruising kiss to Andrew’s lips. He then started to kiss his neck. Lower and lower Edwin moved, his lips migrating from Andrew’s collarbone to his chest, and when Edwin thrust forward, massaging himself against Andrew’s thigh, the bit of wetness Andrew was able to feel made his stomach tumble. He took his own cock into his hand and began to stroke himself, coaxing out a little pre-ejaculate.

“You’re so exciting to me, Edwin,” he said, running his hand up his length once more.

Pressing a smattering of kisses to Andrew’s stomach and hip, Edwin let out a hum. He grabbed Andrew’s wrist and then looked up with a smirk as he pried Andrew’s hand off of his cock.

“I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch you right now.”

Andrew’s stomach tumbled again. He loved watching Edwin’s confidence blossom. Andrew let out a whimper as Edwin’s mouth neared his cock.