"Mnnh. ...you can imagine me sunbathing in a slightly bolder manner. If you want."

Edmund seems pretty fixated on his cock, honestly.

Look, if Pete didn't have at least a little bit of a fixation on cock too he would not have picked the Well Endowed perk and made it do what it's doing, he is absolutely with Edmund on this.

He leans forward a bit to rest his forehead against Edmund's and lowers his hand to grab Edmund's asscheek and pull him a little bit closer, while his other hand reaches up to the side of Edmund's neck. "You can touch more, if you want," he says in a low voice.

...he'll leave one hand right where it is, how about, and conduct a terrain survey with the other. Checking Pete's balls, his chest, his asscheek since he's so interested in Ed's.

Then, slowly running his hand over Pete's face, feeling the contours. Tracing his thumb over his lips.

"I - actually, really, don't want to kiss you until we've had coffee," he murmurs. "But it's not easy."

"That's alright," he says. "We don't need to. And even after coffee we don't need to. Play it by ear. And this is nice."

"I'm kissing you after the coffee date as long as you don't kick me in the bollocks during, are you kidding?"

Perhaps prompted by his own words, his left hand drops back to Pete's balls, for some gentle but thorough fondling.

He bites back on a moan because even though they are alone he does not want to tempt fate that much. Except by having this thought, he supposes. Oh, fuck it, he moans a little bit, more because the situation is hot than because getting his balls fondled is in itself highly stimulating. The other hand Edmund left there from the start is, on the other hand, a lot more stimulating. "You know," he says, trying to keep his breathing level. "Since I'm not allowed to touch, it's your responsibility here to get both of us off. If you're aiming for that, that is."

"Nnh - I will rephrase since you're having trouble with my coy bullshit, you can touch me how you like just don't finger me? But feel free to do other things! I encourage it!"

He cracks up. "Thank you, yes, that was clearer, we do not have any lube on us right now and soap can substitute for it I guess but I had not been planning to so don't worry about that. May I suck your cock?"

"...I'd still rather you didn't yet. But - touching me, with your hands, is fine. Within parameters."

"Your wish, my king." So since he's allowed to touch, he is going to touch. The hand that had been cupping Edmund's ass reaches back in to wrap itself around his shaft so he can start jerking Edmund off. Slowly, at least at first, wanting to memorize the feel of him, his skin, his shape. And at least a little bit trying to find out what Edmund likes, and where, and how. Just below the head? Underneath the shaft? Near the hole? Closer to the balls? Pete really wants to know what makes this boy moan.

Edmund confounds his test results by whimpering helplessly no matter where Pete touches him, thrusting into his hands instead of staying still, and generally being a terrible test subject. But he does try to complete his own assigned task, with an almost monomaniacal fervor. He strokes Pete's cock like it's a matter of life and death.

Pete didn't pick any of the sex perks other than the "no pregnancy" one so they do not actually get to skip the awkward undignified stuff and he most certainly can't read Edmund like an open book, but he supposes this is moot, isn't it, especially if as he suspects this is Edmund's first time. He, himself, is more than receptive enough to Edmund's touch, and the hand he's not using to stroke Edmund is wrapped in his hair, holding him close under the water and definitely not kissing him because he asked Pete not to but damn he wants to. He moans and breathes heavily and does his best to make this beautiful boy cum.

Edmund's breath hitches, and he lets out an incredibly undignified noise as he spills his seed over Pete's cock. His strokes get fluttery and inconsistent, but he's still doing his best to even the scales.

Pete himself is no longer coherent at all, and after Edmund's done he wraps one hand around Edmund's and then lowers his other hand to help, too. He buries his face in Edmund's neck, letting out one long continuous moan and speeding up and a few seconds after that he finally comes, too, shooting high enough to hit both of their chests.

And, oh, this is the first time he's had an orgasm since he's switched to this body, isn't it. For some reason that makes him start giggling, a little bit, into Edmund's skin.

Giggles are contagious, especially for someone who's just had the best orgasm of his life to date.

"God. I felt - you know those terrible romance novels, where someone sees fireworks as they release, that didn't happen but now I do actually have small sparks migrating through my field of view. I've never come like that."

Once again he wants to kiss Edmund. Instead of that, he does not.

"It was great," he agrees, breathing kind of heavily. "Whenever I come with someone else, it's always, it's." He laughs again, shoulders rising and falling with his accelerated breathing. "Yeah. It's better than on my own. For sure."

"Well it's good to know what to expect if it happens again. Um. When, I suppose. Just, I'm better calibrated now. Than I was."

Pete pulls away a bit then lifts one hand to his lips and starts licking some of the cum off. While making eye contact with Edmund. "We should probably actually get cleaned, now."

"Yes. Yeah. We should - we are definitely not making it to supper but we could at least aim to be a bit less late."

Soap where. Soap on the floor, there was some kind of vigorous motion which for some reason caused it to fall. Soap retrieval, not intentionally but certainly incidentally showing off his ass.

"Oh, I think we're making it to supper just fine." He is not going to do anything about Edmund's ass except look at it with an appreciative expression on his face.

"Was I really that quick? I feel like I should be embarrassed. Though I'll admit you seemed to be having fun too."

Soap soap soap, sudsy boy, squeaky clean, rinse, check Pete's status before turning off the water?

Squeaky clean, too!

"Give me two minutes to reapply my makeup?"

Water off, over to lockers for towel. "Go ahead. I'm getting dressed, but I'll wait up."

"Cool thanks." He grabs his backpack, ostensibly to get his nonexistent makeup kit, and then when he's near a mirror that is conveniently out of Edmund's sight he takes a moment to himself.

But he... doesn't want to directly aim for Astolfo. The gag is funny and all but even though his brain does a remarkable job at pretending Astolfo is 3D the knowledge of the truth still haunts him. What he wants is to go for... the 3D version of the femboy he wants to be.

So with that in mind...