He very deliberately stares at the tent before his eyes slowly make their way up to Edmund's face with a slight quirk to his eyebrow.

Ed follows his gaze and reddens slightly. "Would you believe that I actually did not remember that was on."

"You didn't remember your pants were on?"

"I did not remember that the bloodflow to my penis was increased and then constricted, resulting in a significant increase to its size and rigidity."

He grins. "Yes, I do believe you that you'd forgotten about it. I am nevertheless appreciative of it."

"I'm sure you are."

Edmund's gaze flickers to the door.

"...it'd be very rude to... do anything scandalous in here, when the librarian could be by any moment to close up. But. Um. Any moment does get vague, with you. Doesn't it."

"Yeah. It does. And we're meant to, you know. Have time enough for love. I can't guarantee we wouldn't be interrupted but on the balance of probabilities I don't think anything we'd terribly object to would happen if we were."

"Well. If you insist."

Edmund unzips and pulls himself through the fly, then hesitates. "Do you want to... go further. Than we did before."

Edmund is standing up and Pete is not. This means Pete has a very good view right now. "Yes I do. Do you want to use my face like a sex toy?" He may be licking his lips a little bit.

"Oh my God. Yes, if I absolutely must then I will accept the duty of fucking your throat like a jackrabbit."

"...I may talk big game but I've actually never been facefucked for real and I did not take the power that makes sex go perfectly so bear with me, please."

He can suck cock like a pro, though, and he's been working on his gag reflex, so how well can he make himself into a toy for Edmund's pleasure? Let's find out~

Edmund starts slow, just thrusting his hips in a steady rhythm. Once he's satisfied himself that Pete can take it, though, he twines his fingers through Pete's hair (there's not actually much to hold onto in this form, huh) and starts taking more control. A phrase which here means "pulling Pete's head back and forth so he gets a moment to breathe every few seconds before his nose is buried in Edmund's pubes again".

Breathing is for chumps, he was a very fit swimmer even before taking magic into account and he can absolutely learn how to time his breathing here so that he can be the most useful fleshlight. And he doesn't typically moan very much but being manhandled like this means he's making kind of a lot of noises.

At some point he managed to get his own cock free and he's been stroking himself nonstop. And in this body he's... not as big as in the other. He thinks he probably could be but on reflection he actually does like the idea of keeping his body the same way as it was—or, well, the maximally pretty version of the way it was, he guesses. He doesn't have to worry about shaving or waxing and he doesn't have an acorn mode anymore and he produces precum a lot more reliably. He's cut, pointing slightly to the left, mostly uniformly thick except a little bit thicker round the middle, reasonably above average length, notably above average girth, very veiny. Not a picture-perfect cock like his femself's but still, in his own humble opinion, pretty good.

Edmund glances down. "Ngh. Still - still big, but not as obscene. Interesting."

Then he returns to making noises using Pete's throat.

Pete does have to occasionally pull away a bit to cough and spend a couple of seconds just breathing (and stroking Edmund with one hand) but once he's recovered enough he goes back at it with gusto. His gag reflex is doing great at not existing most of the time, if he focuses on breathing, and unlike a fleshlight he can also move his tongue, press it against Edmund's shaft, suck on it. He supposes that's not being a very obedient fleshlight but he thinks on balance it's probably more stimulating.

"Nh," Edmund confirms.

Then he draws back. "I - wanted to suck you off, actually. Before I got distracted. And I still do. Want to suck you off. Can I?"

He takes this moment to breathe a bit and cough some. "...yeah. We need, um. Logistics, uh. Also I was planning on not coming? Because if I almost come a lot and don't then when I do it's glorious.

"...fair enough but that was also my clever plan to see if you could get a sample of your own... scent, taste, thing, was if I caught some and. Gave you a taste. And, I don't know, now that you know the clever plan you could just catch some yourself, but it seemed fun to do together?"

"—oh, that's hot, let's do it." He gives Edmund's cock another lick and stands up.

"No, you can stay seated, let me -"

Edmund slides under the table and between Pete's knees and... takes a moment to just behold, first, but then grabs Pete's cock and starts the endeavor of getting it into his mouth without committing any of the classic blunders.

Pete shivers and starts to run his hand through Edmund's hair. "Oh. The, under the head, and right around, I'm extra sensitive there. And if you suck—"

Edmund is an eager learner and possesses surprising oral dexterity. One of his hands keeps him steady against Pete's thigh; the other goes down to keep himself hard but not too close to the edge.

Edmund might be able to learn Pete's tells, too, in addition to what he's saying. The way he tightens his hold on Ed's hair, the way he tenses his thighs, the way his breath hitches and his eyes flutter closed. He's not very loud but he is very, very readable.

He's extremely dedicated to figuring out how to suck Pete's cock as well as he possibly can! This is important.