"Oh I'm," he says, after a few minutes, "Do you want me to—you're going to make me come if you keep going—should I—"

That is rather the purpose of this exercise. Edmund hums assent.

Well then. If he's sure. He did say he wanted to give Pete a taste.

It takes a little bit longer of him immersing himself fully in his own body—it took him a while to learn how to come from blowjobs, he needs to frame his mind just so—but then he tightens his fingers around Ed's hair, grunts, comes—

Ed's got him deep enough that most of it goes straight down his throat. But he pulls back as Pete's output weakens, just enough to get a good bit on his tongue.

Then he emerges, climbs to his feet, and kisses Pete passionately, pushing his tongue past Pete's lips with its magically delicious payload.

...oh. It is, actually, indescribable. And magically delicious. And entirely unlike cum. He does not even have to distract himself from the texture because the taste overcomes it.

And, of course, he kisses back just as passionately.

Edmund's hand is still around his prick, and he's no longer holding himself back from the edge, and kissing is really nice - his eyes are closed and he's kind of panting into Pete's lips and it's very clear that he's about to -

—and the door to their reading room opens to admit their youthful librarian. "The library's about to cl—"

Edmund's head whips around - his hand freezes but the sensation doesn't stop, it just builds, while he's looking Eric dead in the eyes, while he can see his cock and knows exactly what he's been doing -

His prick jumps, over and over, the rest of his body paralyzed as he sprays Pete with cum, in the second occurrence today of "most intense orgasm he's ever had".

In retrospect, explicitly mentioning that if they were interrupted it'd be in a way they wouldn't object to being interrupted was, perhaps, tempting fate a little bit too much. On the bright side, new named character? He supposes it still is day one. ...and also in retrospect there really is not a very good reason why he should be introduced to all named characters very early, actually. There might well be more.

"...h-hullo, Mr Jones."

He isn't spraying anymore but his cock does release a final enthusiastic dribble.

His eyes go back up to Edmund's face. "Hello, Mr. Pevensie. Who's your friend."

"P- p. Pearl?"

"Sam Pearl," Pete says, succeeding at not hesitating, and also at talking as if Edmund hadn't just covered him in jizz. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jones."

"Are you a student at this institution, Mr. Pearl."

"I'm new."

"So it's only one rule the two of you are breaking, I see."

"...there's a rule against blowjobs in the library?"

Eric did not see any blowjobs but he supposes one can be inferred. "There are rules about behaving indecently, yes."

"m'sorry," Edmund mumbles.

"Hmm. Please make yourselves presentable and return to your dorms. The library is about to close." His eyes involuntarily flicker down to Edmund's cock and then further down to Pete's before they snap back up and he turns around to leave, shutting the door behind himself.

Edmund attempts to get his cock back into his trousers, and is stymied by the fact that he's still desperately hard and his hands are shaking. He gives up on this task in favor of vibrating miserably.

Pete takes Edmund's hands into his and brings them to his lips to kiss them.