Fox's Glade Get nothing done

The urge to bite into the boy urged hi on now.
To sink teeth into supple flesh. For screams to caress his ears.
Still, he held on. Kept himself contained.
Just a little longer.

"I cooud make yous go away, if yous wanted Charles."
Oh, the sweet ecstasy his voice brought Earp.
It was to die for.
If it were a drink he'd be an alcoholic.

Earp panted softly. The effort, the desire, it was all getting to his head. Making him have hot flushes along his body, in his cheeks. Flaring in a place which made it evident now what Earp wanted.
He shivered, closing his eyes for a moment.
One foul sweep and he could have Charles under control and in position.

"Well?"