[ For all that they are the kind of people who like to be prepared for things, evidently neither of them were quite counting on this to happen. Not now, at the very least, and Erik definitely didn't expect Charles to be this willing to have him this close so soon. It feels all the more overwhelming for it, as if his system hadn't quite prepared for this level of need and intensity, and it makes it that more difficult to really regulate his reactions.
Charles is not helping in the least. The way he holds onto him, even the low warmth in his voice when he speaks, the very blatant admission to what was on his mind all those nights they were traveling together. Not that Erik's mind wasn't there too, though he wasn't quite so bold as to think about going over to Charles's room himself. He mostly fantasized about Charles knocking on his door instead.
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him to hear Charles was thinking just the same, but it does. It makes his whole body heat up all the more as those thoughts flood his mind as if they never left, and when Charles tips his head back and drags his lips down his throat, the sound that leaves his mouth is a very distinct and undeniable moan, cut short though it seems to only morph into the next word he manages to utter. ]
Charles— [ That's a little less of a moan, but there's a warm, shuddered quality to the way he says the name that really seems like it's slipping out of his control. His hands grasp Charles's shirt tightly, and he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes closing for a moment. ] You really should stop right now.
[ Because otherwise he's going to have a big (emphasis on big) problem, and he doesn't want to find out how mortified he'd be to have to go elsewhere right now to... take care of that. ]
[ Charles is playing with fire and yes there will always be an undercurrent of frustration because what he wants is different from what he can have. He feels desire and want and need and it doesn't lead anywhere specifically for him. But maybe that doesn't have to be the end of the conversation. It isn't perfect, like they could have had if they gave into their desires in the past, but it doesn't have to be the tragic end of it either.
That is what he's thinking when Erik moans his name and his breath catches, what an incredible sound he never thought would grace his ears. Perhaps he should be holding onto his anger and righteousness longer but it clearly is not of interest to him, not compared to the way Erik grips his shirt. In his fantasies in the past, it was always him coming to Erik's room, knocking on his door, slipping into his bed. Or inviting him, but Charles did make the first move, in his mind and apparently now in reality too.
Any fears he might have had about not being desirable are definitely gone now. Erik is radiating desire. It's bleeding through him and Charles can feel it with how much skin is touching.]
Sex was always complicated for me with my gifts. [ Charles speaks against Erik's neck, kissing down the line of his throat.] I had to work hard to stay out of their mind and not project my desires.
[ Charles loved sex and he had plenty of it in his younger days, but it is one of the many ways he had to refine his control over. It didn't always work, he did feed off their want as much as his own, but he didn't slip into their mind and speak to them, or project anything. He's never been with someone who knew what he was and what he could do. His lips slide back up Erik's neck to his strong jaw, the full line of it, and to his ear.]
I can't, Erik, but you can. And I wonder what it would be like, to use them with intention.
[ His voice is quiet and warm against Erik's ear, his hand sliding down Erik's shirt to place hot fingers on Erik's thigh, slipping closer to the inside of it.]
If I could feel it through you.
[ Charles has never explored. It seems possible for the first time. He pulls his head back, looking at Erik.]
With your permission, of course. Don't let me seduce you against your will.
[ Somewhere in their rear view mirror there was a limit, some line that maybe they should have been more cautious about crossing, but clearly neither of them give much of a damn about that right now. Charles dove straight into this with an eagerness and need that Erik admittedly wasn't quite prepared for, but he's honestly glad to be lost to this particular tide, even if he's struggling to even keep afloat.
But no, Charles's limitations don't change how he feels in the slightest, they certainly don't affect his attraction or arousal. He just doesn't want to place Charles in an uncomfortable situation that could quickly turn awkward for the both of them.
Charles doesn't stop, though, which is only making matters worse. Better? Undecided. Erik keeps his eyes closed, focused on his own paced breathing, fingers clutching Charles's shirt, his own head tilting so he can nuzzle closer to his shoulder without moving too much. He rather likes those lips where they are, after all.
When Charles suggests using his powers for something like this, Erik pulls back. He doesn't know why he'd never thought of the possibility, how it didn't occur to him even now. When Charles leans away, so does he, gaze studying those features for a moment before he lets out a soft, and genuinely amused chuckle. ]
Against my will?
[ Right, clearly Erik wants none of this, look at how absolutely reluctant he is about the road they've gone down on. Even the way his breath catches in his throat when that hand inches far too close to the slight bulge in his trousers is clearly so ambiguous, his own hand resting on Charles's forearm more of a gentle tug than a hold trying to keep him in place. ]
If that's what you want, then that's what I want.
[ He wants Charles's comfort to be placed above anything else. This is new territory for them both in a lot of ways, and while Erik's more than willing to try whatever Charles thinks might work for him, he also would rather avoid any sense of inadequacy just because they can't be with each other the same way most other people might. ]
Well I did surprise seduce you, Erik. If you had hesitations about it, or about telepathy being involved with it, you could say so.
[ Charles is swept away in the pleasure of it all, yes, but he's also reasonable.]
I didn't come here with this in mind, or I would have attempted to look and smell nicer.
[ It's romantic though, isn't it? Being caught in it so intensely that reasonableness fell by the wayside. For someone like Charles it is exactly that, because he always thinks through everything intensely. He never acts impulsively, that is an Erik thing, not Charles. This would be logical reasons for them to stop and slow down, but he is being reckless and drunk on Erik's desire and finally getting his damn hands on him.
This could easily become awkward as they figure out how it even works, but the fear of how that could go wrong isn't quite enough to stop him from wanting it. He's trying not to get in his head in the wrong way, and it's why his hands are still on Erik, why he's still close to him, in his embrace, unwilling to be scared off.
Charles leans in to kiss him again, this time slower and more sensual, keeping his hand on his thigh and squeezing, fingers caressing the inner part through Erik's pants. His other hand runs through Erik's hair again, letting the kiss unfurl for them as if they aren't in as much of an intense hurry. They seem to be on the same page about this, and if they are, they don't have to act like it'll go away in a moment's notice. It's how he felt at the beginning, but now with a potential idea in mind, it feels more secure.]
I have my limitations and we'll find a way to work around them. But for now please take off your shirt.
[ So very polite about it even now. He pulls away instead of kissing him so he can in fact take off the shirt. Charles has waited for a chance to really touch him and there is no better time than the present. He thinks it is only fair in this case to do the same. He has no intention of taking the rest off, but he wouldn't mind feeling Erik's fingers on his skin.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, having to remove his hands off Erik for now to do so. There may be a touch of shyness now that he is.]
If I had any hesitations whatsoever, then you would know.
[ Charles knows him well enough to know that he wouldn't just stay silent or do anything he wasn't completely sure he wanted. He also could have found a way to direct their conversation elsewhere, or not sat next to Charles to begin with. It's not as if he was some innocent falling prey to Charles's charms. That Charles is even worried about that is kind of funny to him.
The chuckle he lets out is more in response to Charles's concern about his looks. He shrugs, one hand moving up to play with the ends of his hair. ]
You look perfect to me.
[ He would be inclined to agree that there is something especially romantic and exciting about how it all went down, no planning or an expectation of what would happen. It was all impulse, passion and an inevitability that they would crash into one another, any other way that it could have happened it would not have felt quite like them.
Erik folds into the kiss again, head tilting and lips parted, a soft hum when he feels the squeeze of Charles's fingers on his leg. His hand slips down from Charles's hair, tracing the curve of his neck, fingers just barely dipping beneath the collar of his shirt, lingering for a moment there even as they break away.
His lips curl in amusement at that 'please', but he does as told without hesitation or even a trace of shyness. His sweater is far easier to get rid of, and he pulls it off and tosses it aside with little care, then reaches out to rest his hands over Charles's. A gentle tug, as he leans in to press a quick peck to the corner of his lips. ]
Let me.
[ He resumes where Charles stopped, undoing the remaining buttons, leaning in to plant a trail of kisses down Charles's neck, over the curve of his shoulder, following the path that his shirt takes while Erik's hands slowly guide the fabric down his arms. ]
[ Charles can be a strong personality and Erik has been easily compelled by him before. Not enough for them to stay together or for the bad things between them not to happen, but to put it plainly, Charles is dominating. He has no doubt Erik would tell him if he felt otherwise, but he might be swept up in it too, more so than he expected. Charles still feels like some kind of communication is important so Erik can confirm it's fine and they can both move past it. Sometimes he needs those extra steps to allay his own concerns, a quirk.
He supposes there is a world where they did all this proper and he asked Erik on a date first, but really, it's not them. They can do that later. Being so intense about each other has been them since day one, it's why they had to work so hard at keeping this from happening in the past. Any moment between them could have turned sexual. It feels natural, how this happened, natural enough that Charles is not second-guessing it.
He likes Erik's fingers on him, sliding into his hair, he wants them all over his bare skin. Charles may not be able to physically harden but his body is very sensitive and hasn't been touched or kissed in well over a decade. It will still make him feel good and wanted. His mouth practically waters when Erik takes off his shirt. All those perfect lines. Charles is eager to touch him so he lets Erik take over undoing his shirt so he can slide his fingers over his broad shoulders, running them down the front of his chest.]
God you're beautiful.
[ Erik will not have to wonder what Charles thinks of him physically. The block is off now, he is going to shower him with compliments. He tilts his head back to let Erik kiss his skin, it sends a shiver through him, and he briefly stops touching Erik to get the shirt off him. He's slender these days, skinnier than he ever was in the past, due to lack of care for himself then and frankly, here too.
Charles's hands are back on him in a minute, caressing over Erik's chest and down his torso, fingers undoing his belt in a very forward and suggestive way. Then Erik can feel Charles sliding into his mind, caressing across it in much the same way.]
[ Oh, he can certainly be convincing, but this is not something Erik would leap into unless he was absolutely sure he wanted it. Granted, he is far more impulsive than Charles, though at the moment they seem to be about on the same level of that particular scale— he doesn't particularly mind. If anything he finds it all the more arousing just how eager Charles is to throw caution out the window. Consequences be damned.
Just because Charles might not feel his touch everywhere isn't going to stop Erik touching him. He's wanted too long, and he adores the sounds he makes, even the quietest breaths halting on his throat. He lets out a soft, appreciative hum of his own as Charles's hands move across his skin, teeth just barely dragging over the curve of a shoulder, then his mouth goes back up to Charles's jaw as his touch trails lower on his stomach, taking immediate hold of his belt. He would laugh if he weren't so incredibly turned on right now. Charles really is not wasting time here, is he?
Erik has never been shy about his looks, certainly not about his body, though there is admittedly something about exposing himself like this to Charles, of all people. He wouldn't call it embarrassment, though, far from it. Sitting back a little so he can do away with his trousers leaves him meeting Charles's gaze head on again, his eyes dragging slowly down his lithe frame. Not that Erik's especially built, mind, though the past few months of physical work have clearly made some difference.
Underwear goes with the trousers, since it hardly makes sense to waste time with that. Perhaps Charles won't be very surprised by how big he is, but he still watches because he does tend to get some... well, interesting reactions. He's already half hard from just the touching so far (and Charles's words have definitely helped), but it's clear that he can still grow bigger. ]
Let me take you to bed.
[ Just because they're approaching intimacy in a different sense doesn't mean they can't still be comfortable. Personally Erik would rather have Charles as close to him as physically possible. ]
[ Now that they've spun this far, Charles has no intention of going backwards. He doesn't want to stop, he doesn't want to be reasonable or logical about this, or talk about doing this proper and taking their time. Absolutely no more wasted time is acceptable to him. They can think about this after the wave of lust and need wears off and their brains return enough to talk. It's not as if they need to discuss what this is or what they are. That comes with the territory, but there are some things he plans to say. After. Not any time soon. Not with Erik's mouth on his skin.
Erik does not have to be shy about his looks. To Charles he's always been the most handsome man he's ever met, a most obnoxious quality given how it ended up, but that's not for now. He was a temptation to Charles with several layers of clothes on, naked he would have been lost. He holds Erik's gaze when Erik intentionally looks at him and lets his eyes then travel over Erik's body in open admiration once it's freed.
He wets his lips with his tongue when he gets to finally look at him and damned if he isn't impressed. He isn't surprised but perhaps a little disappointed he won't be able to fully appreciate sitting on him like he used to imagine. But he'll take what he gets.]
It's a good thing for our self-control I never saw you, I would have made it ten minutes.
[ Maybe he should have though, maybe he was a damned fool. But there is no turning back the clock. Erik's his right now. The request for bed is something he understands, having their first time on the couch isn't ideal. The way it is framed makes him consider, but Charles's pride rears its head. He isn't in a mood to be carried right then, although perhaps another time, when he's less sensitive about it. He reaches out to pull Erik into a series of small but lingering kisses, tempted to stay there just to keep it, but he agrees with him.
Charles uses his arms to pull himself back to the side of the couch where his wheelchair is and he pushes off into it. Perhaps being carried would be more romantic, but he doesn't mind getting to the bed this way. And it is for the best he has it next to the bed for when he needs to get up later. He pushes up onto the bed easily enough and gets to look at Erik when he joins him; seeing him fully naked walking there is delightful for his eyes.]
That is impressive equipment you have, my dear, I'd like to get my mouth on it.
[ Erik will find that Charles is loquacious in all aspects.]
[ Of the two, Erik is the far more impetuous one, so if Charles isn't going to be cautious about his approach, it would be silly to expect Erik to be. Besides, it feels like they're well past the point of that particular discussion by the time Erik's down to wearing nothing at all and sporting the clear beginnings of an erection.
He likes this, though. How Charles just leapt into this head first, for all the caution that he showed earlier in trusting Erik again, in letting him close. He's still not entirely sure that he's deserving of that trust, or of this place beside him, but if anything he's all the more committed now to prove to Charles (and more importantly, to himself) that he can be better. ]
Then that would have made two of us.
[ Erik would not have lasted five seconds if Charles had lunged himself at him the way he's doing now, honestly. So ten minutes actually sounds pretty damn impressive to Erik.
He did absolutely mean that he wanted to carry Charles to bed, but somehow it doesn't surprise him at all that he opts to use the chair to get himself there, his eyes rolling while Charles can't see it. Yes, while completely naked in the middle of the room. He feels like he's going to have many a disagreement with Charles's pride, but maybe this isn't the hill he wants to die on right now, and he doesn't want to ruin the mood that has settled between them, so he lets it go.
He waits until Charles has moved to the bed, making his way over, giving him ample time to look all he likes. He seems to like a lot, and Erik for one adores the heat that pools in his stomach from just feeling the weight of that gaze on him.
He can't help a surprised little sound at those words, however, a small smile as he ducks his head to the side for a moment. Shockingly, Charles manages to get just a hint of bashfulness from him. ]
Christ, Charles.
[ He climbs onto the bed, knee sunk into the mattress, shifting close enough to kiss him again. Lingering, but soft, and broken well before it even deepens. ]
I think we can arrange for that.
[ If it's what Charles wants, and he wouldn't be bringing it up if he didn't. Erik is not some fucking idiot, either. Not even in his wildest fantasies did Charles's mouth on his cock make it to the top of his list, but he sure as hell would love to have it there, so. ]
[ Charles is a menace, if he was let off his leash back then, he would have seduced Erik in less than ten minutes and then they wouldn't have gotten anything done. They both chose to be good but he has no reason to be good anymore. He is going to get a thorough taste of this man and enjoy every second of it. Perhaps there are reasons not to but he has fully forgotten it at this point. Looking at Erik naked would put the thoughts out of anyone's mind, in his opinion.
He is stubborn about the carrying this time but he'll likely give in later on. His hangups aren't going to be gone that easily, which is why he hasn't taken his pants off and has no intention of doing so. He doesn't like looking down and seeing nothing in a general way, it bothers him, but to do that in this particular context will upset him. He already feels the lack and is choosing to focus on what they can have together instead.
Charles grins at him ear-to-ear after his blatant come-on and Erik looking bloody bashful about it. Adorable. He wouldn't say anything that he didn't mean and he reaches out to playfully gesture with his hands for Erik to come closer. Close enough to kiss, to trail his fingers over his shoulders.]
Yes, in a moment. Lie next to me on your side like this.
[ Like Charles said, he has some limitations that he's working around to what won't embarrass him or make things awkward. He moves onto his side and tugs Erik down with him. When Erik does as he says he snuggles in close to him, running fingers through his hair, caressing a hand along the long length of his back. He slips back into his mind and leans in to kiss him deeply, getting back into their hot and heavy embrace. He will move down eventually but for now he's letting them enjoy this.
His hand slides up Erik's chest and he brushes his fingers against his nipple, moaning into his mouth as for the first time he feels exactly as Erik does.]
[ There are few things Erik would insist on, at the moment. He was not even anticipating this happening, certainly not today, and of the two, quite honestly, Charles if far likelier to have stipulations or boundaries that he doesn't want to cross. On the other hand, he cannot overstate just how few limits he has on what he would be willing to do, or what he would like to have. He'd rather have carried Charles to bed himself; he also would rather have him completely naked in bed; but if these aren't things Charles is comfortable with, then they're not things Erik's going to press on. There will be time, hopefully, to talk about all of that down the road.
He doesn't need much coaxing to get on the bed, climbing on and settling down beside Charles. His hand rests on a hip but soon moves up to his waist, fingers splayed out as he touches as much skin as he can reach. He delves into the kiss again, humming into his mouth, his other hand moving to Charles's neck, thumb tracing over his jaw.
He feels Charles's presence in his head again, though it's becoming more and more common, in the sense that it doesn't surprise him much when he slips in there as if he belongs. At this point, it certainly feels like he does. What is more surprising is the sound that leaves Charles when those fingers ghost across his nipple.
It works as a feedback loop; Charles feels his pleasure, and Erik in turn is all the more aroused by that reaction, the spill of heat in his mind coming from Charles, even just that moan making the hair on his nape stand on end, cock hardening from that alone. His hand on Charles's side squeezes harder, and he gasps quietly, the kiss barely breaking before he's pushing deeper into it. ]
[ It's their first time. They'll be able to negotiate more as time goes on and they explore what works for them. Charles hasn't given any thought to having sex again in general, this is off the cuff for him, so he's adapting as he goes. Until he slips into Erik's mind and feels his pleasure, he wasn't even certain that's how it would go. But it shivers through him and then Erik is giving the feedback loop of lust on top of it. He hardens and Charles feels it like it's his own, letting his own joy and pleasure settle into Erik's mind. ]
I should make you beg.
[ Charles teases and Erik can hear the laughter in his mind. It's been awhile since he had sex but Charles was like this when he did. Giddy, playful, eager, confident. Not all of that has been lost to him. It's a wonderful thing to realize that. He doesn't make Erik beg though, he pinches his nipple and rubs his fingers against the hard nub, causing him to groan.
He gets impatient now that their lust is hot and heavy between them and he moves his hand down to finally wrap around Erik's cock. God, he forgot what it felt like to have someone touch his cock, and it's not his, but it's great all the same. It's more about Erik's pleasure than his, he loves to give, but Charles is enjoying them being almost a team on this. Together. As one.]
Jesus, you're large, not certain I can take all of you in my mouth but I'm very much going to enjoy trying.
[ He's a bit out of practice but Charles isn't going to let that hold him back from a long fantasy. He moves his hand from tip to base to truly feel the full length of him. It's dry so he takes a moment to lather up his hand with his tongue, extremely suggestive of him but so is everything they're doing, and it makes it smooth enough when he starts stroking him slowly.]
[ Maybe the amusement works in a loop too, Erik certainly chuckles at those words, grin wide even as he kisses Charles again. ]
You could certainly try.
[ Erik is too stubborn to beg that easily, for all that Charles at least stands a chance, however slim. No one else would be able to get that out of him, that's for certain. Lucky that Charles isn't interested in delaying gratification right now, Erik isn't sure that he wants to find out how easily he would fold for him on that particular point.
His back arches instead into the touch of that hand, hips shifting on the bed, eager and growing more impatient by the second. When that warm hand finally makes it down to his groin, he all but shudders in relief, letting out a low moan when fingers wrap around the girth of him. It has been a long while since he's been with anyone, about as long as Charles really, but that's not the only reason it feels this good. It's that pleasure that goes back and forth, fed into the mental link between them, the absolute delight that spills from Charles overwhelming and intoxicating all on its own.
That, and the simple fact that it is Charles touching him, and he feels so stupidly in love right now he might as well be screaming it into Charles's own mind.
That thought, and every other thought in his head, gets cut short when Charles moves his hand away again, his eyes landing on the sight of him lapping up his own palm. That is far hotter than it has any right to be, the sight alone making him practically growl, pushing him to dive into a hungrier, more heated kiss, shifting closer on the bed while Charles goes back to stroking him. ]
[ Erik is on notice. Charles feels that same challenge. Although he is arrogant as hell and feels certain Erik wouldn't last long against him. They have broken past their control and he thinks there's not much they wouldn't do for each other, in exchange for what is between them now. It was always underneath them and now it's bubbled beautifully to the surface and Charles is eating it all up.
All of this feels amazing. The pleasure of it, yes, but the way their minds are twined together, the eagerness with which Erik is meeting Charles's delight on the same level. It's a high that he thinks will only get surpassed when they meet their climax, but for now it's absolutely intoxicating.
Charles feels that surge of love from Erik and his heart pounds in his chest, so loud he swears it is echoing around his ears, and he pushes his own love at him too. That along with the desire is a heady experience. They don't need to say the words to know how they feel. Maybe he'll want to speak them anyway, because it's nice to hear and communicate, but right now, it's sinking into them in a much deeper way than any words could be. Charles loves him with all of him. No matter what has happened between them.
Charles groans into the new hungry kiss and answers it with heat and need, their bodies pressed tight. He wants to consume Erik, sucking on his tongue, his hand moving faster as they both feel it. He knows that if he doesn't get his mouth on him soon he'll be too tempted to finish it like this.
He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and then wiggles his way down the bed. It's clear why this positioning works for him because he can use his side to lean on and prop up a little, brushing his mouth against Erik's chest and down to his stomach. He's hard and hot and Charles holds him steady at the base. He runs his tongue along the head and nearly loses his mind from it.]
Fuck, yes.
[ He is large but Charles is eager and laps against his tip, closing his mouth around it.]
[ He doesn't know if to dread that day or look forward to it. Alright, he's probably more looking forward to it, if only for the sheer excitement for all the things they are to explore together. He's not keen to cling to his own stubbornness at the expense of what they can have now, and more than anything he's so immensely pleased to see how eager Charles is for everything and anything they can do.
The way their minds link together now feels only like a small taste of it, feeling Charles in his head just as much as his touch on skin, the squeeze of fingers around his cock. Thought and feeling bleed into the connection, and while he can tell which parts come from him and which come from Charles, the core sentiment is so similar that he willingly lets them melt into one. As if that love is made all the better when it comes together.
He would have little objections if Charles were to just keep going like this, though the image of Charles's mouth on him is still very much vivid in his mind, so he only lets out a soft, warm breath when the kiss breaks, glancing down only in case Charles needs help shifting lower. Clearly his excitement fuels his physical strength, as he works his way down, Erik's breath catching with each brush of lips across his skin. He can't imagine how much better it will feel than having that hand on his cock, but when he feels the wet lap of a tongue across the tip, all coherent thought leaves his mind for a moment, and he lets out an unbridled moan, cheek pressed to the pillow.
His fingers weave into Charles's hair, more of a warm, encouraging touch than anything. He doesn't dare look down just now. He knows already that he's not going to last very long, and he's sure he would be done all the quicker if he actually watched Charles work his mouth on him. ]
[ Charles had given thought to this before but it always stayed as a thought, because the idea of attempting to be with anyone sounded exhausting to him. He filled his life in other ways, and then he was in a dark place, so it simply didn't happen. And he can see how that would remain for the rest of his life, with his school being all of his passion. He is thrilled though to follow his fantasies here and see for himself, and that it is with Erik of all people, the one he wanted the most. For all their problems, there has never been another, nor will there be.
There will always be a little part of him disappointed they never got to explore this the way they could if he'd thrown caution to the wind back then. He isn't going to linger in it when they are getting something beautiful in its own way, but a touch of that is reasonable. It doesn't stop this from being incredible, from Erik filling his senses and their minds intertwining together, as close as their bodies.
He'll use his hand a different time. They have options, but he had this in his head for a long time, and seeing Erik only made the impulse larger. A cock like this deserves to have a mouth on it and Charles is deeply devoted to the idea. Charles hums appreciatively when Erik's fingers are in his hair, a gentle yes good sent to his mind so he knows Charles likes it. He wouldn't mind a little more tug to it.
Charles now is focused on doing a good job. Erik is large and he's rusty but his enthusiasm is there. Mind over matter. This puts a different idea in his mind, but for another time. He lets the tip fill his mouth and sucks it in, moaning around it, tasting him. Slowly he moves his head down to consume more, relaxing his throat, pulling his head back and then down again. Each time he bobbed he takes more inside until he feels pretty damn full. It's true he won't be able to have all of it, probably, with practice he could, but he gets enough until he can feel it toward his throat.]
You taste so good, Erik, I want you every day, all the time.
[ It's Charles who is getting swallowed down too, their pleasure looping together. He wants the feel of an orgasm so he moves faster on him, up and down, his hand stroking Erik at the same time so he can stimulate every part of him, where his mouth can't get to.]
[ Coherence is something that is largely escaping him at the moment, which is quite a feat with a man like Erik. The longer Charles keeps going, the less he feels tethered to any thought that flits through his mind. The only things that linger is how good this feels, that it's Charles doing this to him, that he could spend hours brushing his fingers through those locks and not tire of it.
He still can't manage to look down, though he desperately wants to. He can feel the eagerness, the lust in the way that Charles swallows around him, and he knows that every picture that his imagination paints for him pales in comparison to reality. But he also knows that he's going to derail that much quickly as soon as he sees those lovely lips stretched around him, and so he delays it, does what he can to let this last just a little longer.
That becomes a nearly impossible task when Charles picks up on pace, and doubles his efforts on taking in more of him. His hand tightens on his hair on reflex, sparks of pleasure making his vision burst. His lips part again in another moan, fingers of his other hand twisting into the sheets, and finally, before he completely loses his mind, he tips his head down to see—
He doesn't quite know how he doesn't come right in that instant, just as he lays eyes on Charles when he's bobbing his head down and swallowing as much of his cock as he physically can. He can feel the clench of his throat just barely envelop the tip, and this time he does tug, a firmer hold on Charles's hair, breaths coming and going in sharp, stuttered bursts the closer he gets.
He at least manages to last a few bobs of his head, tugging on Charles's hair in tandem with the pace, but he knew he wasn't going to last even before he looked down at him, and now he knows it's futile to even try to hold on. ]
Charles, I can't—
[ He's not sure what he's trying to say. He can't hold off, he can't last, he can't take the maddening pleasure possessing him in this moment. He's not entirely sure what Charles is doing to him but it feels like he's being carried in a tide that goes higher and higher until he spills, in a blinding white haze as he comes onto Charles's mouth, the press of his tongue and tight drag of his lips down the length of him. ]
[ Charles knows that Erik is purposely not looking so he can last, he's in his mind, he's wrapped around his every thought. And he understands, they are both so worked up, and spiraling toward a desperate end. It's not not necessarily ego that wants him to watch him although he is getting fed plenty for his arrogance by Erik's constant desire for him. But he would feel the same way if Erik's mouth was on him, if he was this eager on Charles instead.
Charles moans loudly when Erik grabs his hair like that, rewarding Erik with a faster pump of his hand on him, turned on by the physicality of what they're doing. He forgot what it was like to be lost in heat and need and it is overwhelming his senses on every level. He knows when Erik's eyes finally stare at him and he darts his eyes back so he can look at his beautiful face. He can see the lust in Erik's eyes as he takes in Charles's open eagerness.]
Erik, please, it's been so long, take me with you.
[ Charles has fully forgotten the way an orgasm feels. The way it builds almost to the point of pain or just intense pressure. It's almost too much as his brain feels like it explodes with pleasure in an instant and he goes down as deep as he can on Erik's cock to hold him inside. He swallows him down and it's messy but it's beautiful and he floats on a wave of ecstasy.
Charles only pulls off him when he's spent because it's getting hard to breathe as he feels a little drugged from the release they shared. He is gentle as he releases Erik from his mouth and lets his hand drop, panting and rolling onto his back. He doesn't push back up the bed to look at Erik, it's too much effort when he feels fully like it was him who orgasmed, so he lies there instead.]
[ Even if he wasn't waiting to look down, he would have at Charles's mere request. Right now he would fold too easily to anything Charles asked of him, though it seems a rather dangerous precedent to give him that much power.
But right now he doesn't care, he'll gladly let the current sweep him away, and he drags Charles with him, holding on physically, clinging to him mentally. Everything he feels in that moment, the high and the blissful blind that sweeps his mind, the dead drop followed by a soaring flight, the pounding of his blood in his ears when he starts coming back down, all of it he's glad to feed Charles, to have him experience this from his perspective too. Charles is never going to wonder how he makes Erik feel, that's for certain.
He lays there panting for a brief while, eyes closed. A soft laugh leaves him when Charles speaks again, and he's more than fine with wiggling his way down the bed himself, propped on an elbow next to Charles. ]
Mm, that was easy. I didn't even need to cook you dinner to get you into bed.
[ Said with a wide, teasing smile, overflowing with warmth and affection. He leans down to kiss Charles, lingering on his lips, fingers brushing through strands of his hair once he pulls away again. The smile subsides, but his eyes stay on Charles's, voice quieter when he adds. ]
Stay the night. Please.
[ He's not above begging in this particular instance. ]
[ Charles is feeling absolutely wonderful in a way he was certain he never would again. A little dizzy over it and relaxed as if it truly was him who got the release he needed. He smiles when Erik scoots down to meet him and tips his head back in open welcome for the kiss. Good to know Erik doesn't mind kissing after that, because he is far from tired of those lips he stared at for overly long.]
Well you did start the dinner, I just decided to waylay us.
[ Not pre-meditated but he is very good with it now. They have held sexual tension within them for a long time now and it feels fantastic with it being out now. He moves onto his side again so he can snuggle up against Erik more comfortably, touching every way they can. Next time he'll probably be fine with taking off his pants, he could see the value in them being skin to skin.
He reaches up to cup Erik's face lovingly and chuckles, brusing his thumb against his lips before running it over his shoulder down to his back.]
Do I really seem like the type who would wheel my way out of here immediately after sex?
[ Not even in his player days did Charles do that. He enjoyed intimacy too much. He was an excellent partner with his one-night stands, and never had any complaints. Sometimes it would be a situation where the other person wanted them to leave quickly, typically with men, but cuddling is his preference.
The begging is nice but it makes him soften for it sounds like Erik truly had some kind of concern about that.]
You're finally mine, Erik, I'm not going anywhere.
[ He can guess how long it's been since Charles ate, and he doesn't intend to let him go much longer on an empty stomach. Maybe not right away, he's rather enjoying their current position right now a little too much to want to move, but eventually he'll get back to that.
He smiles faintly when Charles brushes a thumb over his lips, his own hand moving to his back, tracing up his spine. ]
Not at all. It wasn't why I asked.
[ He understands this is more complicated for Charles than it is for him. That there are X-Men here, living in very much close proximity to them. Maybe it's an exaggerated concern that they should come knocking on Charles's door only not to find him there, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was a worry weighing on his mind right now.
Well, at least none of them are going to come to Erik's room, so at least there's that. He's content enough with the answer, palm pressing between Charles's shoulder blades, holding him close as he leans in and brushes their noses together, kisses Charles's cheek. Lord, he is, he really is his. He could stay forever and Erik would have absolutely no objections to it. ]
[ It's true Charles forgot to eat and he is hungry but he is willing to wait longer so they can linger with each other. He doesn't want to break this moment yet. He looks into Erik's beloved eyes, his handsome face, leaning in to kiss him. It's a novelty he's just gotten and he is so happy about it. Whatever negative feelings he had, they won't forever stay away, but for right now, Charles is letting himself have it.]
Ah, yes, I see.
[ Their minds are still very closely wound together and Charles loosens up on that, he withdraws to a reasonable level so Erik doesn't have to worry about every single thought being bled over. He didn't fully consider the reality of the situation until now because it only just happened, but they are living in close quarters, and he is not in any way ready to talk about this with other people.
He caresses his fingers over Erik's strong arm and then up along his chest, resting his hand over Erik's heart to feel his heartbeat. He might have withdrawn their minds so he could think too, not that it would change anything about this.]
I'd like to keep this private for now. I know when I can leave without any prying eyes.
[ He knows where all the familiar minds are around him. It's easy.]
[ He wasn't planning on moving right this moment, if anything he finds it difficult to even make himself think about moving again. Just being this close to Charles, feeling the touch of skin on skin, lips soft and warm against his own. He would probably be content to just lie here for the rest of the evening, get by on the cheapest possible snacks he has at hand.
It is a strange feeling, in a way, when Charles withdraws from his mind. Not entirely, but enough for Erik to notice, and to need a moment to readjust. There's something funny in the fact that Erik's the one already overthinking and worrying about the complications while Charles didn't seem to even consider them completely until just now, especially when it affects Charles more closely than it does Erik.
His hand moves from Charles's back, fingertips ghosting down the length of his arm, brushing against the back of his hand where it rests over Erik's heart. ]
Well, I can't say it's my favorite thing. [ Well he's honest, if nothing else. Not that he would have reason to lie now, of all times. ] But I understand.
[ Personally Erik couldn't give less of a shit about who knows, but he's well aware of why that's different for Charles. He would also prefer avoiding needless tension and confrontations, which would no doubt roll down his way as soon as some of the mutants here learned about them, so yes. Keeping this private is the smart, sensible choice. ]
[ Charles hasn't given it thought because he's so used to them not talking about it and it passing them by to treat it as a concrete option. They were always one or two steps away from giving into this though so perhaps his overthinking mind should have jumped here, but that goes to show how used he was to brushing off the concept of them. Not out of desire, he is here, he wants it, there is no doubt with how close he is to Erik, but necessity. ]
I just would like us to know what we're doing here and settle in before other opinions enter the mix.
[ Sex itself is not ultimately that complicated even with the limitations, but everything surrounding it can be. And Charles is not ready to look Scott or Logan in the eye and tell them his feelings on this matter. Because it's complicated. He also told them Erik dropped a stadium on him, so the two truths are difficult to explain on the same breath.
He would have wanted this to be private if they got together in the past too. Not only because he prefers it that way, but due to the time they were in where two men together would have been a problem. Clearly neither of them have any questions regarding their sexual desires so that was never a concern for them, but he was not of the mindset to shout off a rooftop in this situation.
Charles kisses him long and lingering because he's allowed to now and he's stared at his lips wanting this, even when they were fighting. On the plane after their fight his eyes traveled there without his permission as they played chess. It's embarrassing at this point how down he is.]
We don't need to have the relationship talk, do we? I think we know what we want.
[ To be fair, Charles has always been the more reasonable of the two. Erik would fight for his right to exist publicly in a relationship with another man just as he would fight for mutant rights. Any discrimination would feel unacceptable to him, and he's always been unafraid to be who he is for anyone else to see. Even if it got him arrested, labeled a terrorist, chased across the world—
Let's just say it's a good thing that Charles is more reasonable. Erik would know the consequences and still not give a damn.
He leans back in, presses into that kiss, soft and lingering, thumb brushing over Charles's knuckles. In this moment, he can't possibly imagine ever tiring of this.
When he pulls away, meeting Charles's gaze, he very nearly chuckles at that question. No, they definitely don't need to have that talk (he doesn't feel that need, at least), but if Charles asks, then perhaps there is a part of him that needs it. So, he takes a slow breath, squeezes the hand in his, and keeps his gaze locked with Charles's when he speaks again, a touch softer now. ]
I love you, Charles. Despite my mistakes, my faults, my temper— you are... everything I could possibly need, here.
[ He could make it even worse, say that Charles completes him in ways that he wasn't even aware he was lacking, that he balances him, that he's shone a light in the deepest cracks in his heart. But maybe that's just sappy enough for right now. ]
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Charles is not helping in the least. The way he holds onto him, even the low warmth in his voice when he speaks, the very blatant admission to what was on his mind all those nights they were traveling together. Not that Erik's mind wasn't there too, though he wasn't quite so bold as to think about going over to Charles's room himself. He mostly fantasized about Charles knocking on his door instead.
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him to hear Charles was thinking just the same, but it does. It makes his whole body heat up all the more as those thoughts flood his mind as if they never left, and when Charles tips his head back and drags his lips down his throat, the sound that leaves his mouth is a very distinct and undeniable moan, cut short though it seems to only morph into the next word he manages to utter. ]
Charles— [ That's a little less of a moan, but there's a warm, shuddered quality to the way he says the name that really seems like it's slipping out of his control. His hands grasp Charles's shirt tightly, and he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes closing for a moment. ] You really should stop right now.
[ Because otherwise he's going to have a big (emphasis on big) problem, and he doesn't want to find out how mortified he'd be to have to go elsewhere right now to... take care of that. ]
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That is what he's thinking when Erik moans his name and his breath catches, what an incredible sound he never thought would grace his ears. Perhaps he should be holding onto his anger and righteousness longer but it clearly is not of interest to him, not compared to the way Erik grips his shirt. In his fantasies in the past, it was always him coming to Erik's room, knocking on his door, slipping into his bed. Or inviting him, but Charles did make the first move, in his mind and apparently now in reality too.
Any fears he might have had about not being desirable are definitely gone now. Erik is radiating desire. It's bleeding through him and Charles can feel it with how much skin is touching.]
Sex was always complicated for me with my gifts. [ Charles speaks against Erik's neck, kissing down the line of his throat.] I had to work hard to stay out of their mind and not project my desires.
[ Charles loved sex and he had plenty of it in his younger days, but it is one of the many ways he had to refine his control over. It didn't always work, he did feed off their want as much as his own, but he didn't slip into their mind and speak to them, or project anything. He's never been with someone who knew what he was and what he could do. His lips slide back up Erik's neck to his strong jaw, the full line of it, and to his ear.]
I can't, Erik, but you can. And I wonder what it would be like, to use them with intention.
[ His voice is quiet and warm against Erik's ear, his hand sliding down Erik's shirt to place hot fingers on Erik's thigh, slipping closer to the inside of it.]
If I could feel it through you.
[ Charles has never explored. It seems possible for the first time. He pulls his head back, looking at Erik.]
With your permission, of course. Don't let me seduce you against your will.
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But no, Charles's limitations don't change how he feels in the slightest, they certainly don't affect his attraction or arousal. He just doesn't want to place Charles in an uncomfortable situation that could quickly turn awkward for the both of them.
Charles doesn't stop, though, which is only making matters worse. Better? Undecided. Erik keeps his eyes closed, focused on his own paced breathing, fingers clutching Charles's shirt, his own head tilting so he can nuzzle closer to his shoulder without moving too much. He rather likes those lips where they are, after all.
When Charles suggests using his powers for something like this, Erik pulls back. He doesn't know why he'd never thought of the possibility, how it didn't occur to him even now. When Charles leans away, so does he, gaze studying those features for a moment before he lets out a soft, and genuinely amused chuckle. ]
Against my will?
[ Right, clearly Erik wants none of this, look at how absolutely reluctant he is about the road they've gone down on. Even the way his breath catches in his throat when that hand inches far too close to the slight bulge in his trousers is clearly so ambiguous, his own hand resting on Charles's forearm more of a gentle tug than a hold trying to keep him in place. ]
If that's what you want, then that's what I want.
[ He wants Charles's comfort to be placed above anything else. This is new territory for them both in a lot of ways, and while Erik's more than willing to try whatever Charles thinks might work for him, he also would rather avoid any sense of inadequacy just because they can't be with each other the same way most other people might. ]
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[ Charles is swept away in the pleasure of it all, yes, but he's also reasonable.]
I didn't come here with this in mind, or I would have attempted to look and smell nicer.
[ It's romantic though, isn't it? Being caught in it so intensely that reasonableness fell by the wayside. For someone like Charles it is exactly that, because he always thinks through everything intensely. He never acts impulsively, that is an Erik thing, not Charles. This would be logical reasons for them to stop and slow down, but he is being reckless and drunk on Erik's desire and finally getting his damn hands on him.
This could easily become awkward as they figure out how it even works, but the fear of how that could go wrong isn't quite enough to stop him from wanting it. He's trying not to get in his head in the wrong way, and it's why his hands are still on Erik, why he's still close to him, in his embrace, unwilling to be scared off.
Charles leans in to kiss him again, this time slower and more sensual, keeping his hand on his thigh and squeezing, fingers caressing the inner part through Erik's pants. His other hand runs through Erik's hair again, letting the kiss unfurl for them as if they aren't in as much of an intense hurry. They seem to be on the same page about this, and if they are, they don't have to act like it'll go away in a moment's notice. It's how he felt at the beginning, but now with a potential idea in mind, it feels more secure.]
I have my limitations and we'll find a way to work around them. But for now please take off your shirt.
[ So very polite about it even now. He pulls away instead of kissing him so he can in fact take off the shirt. Charles has waited for a chance to really touch him and there is no better time than the present. He thinks it is only fair in this case to do the same. He has no intention of taking the rest off, but he wouldn't mind feeling Erik's fingers on his skin.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, having to remove his hands off Erik for now to do so. There may be a touch of shyness now that he is.]
I haven't done this in a long time.
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[ Charles knows him well enough to know that he wouldn't just stay silent or do anything he wasn't completely sure he wanted. He also could have found a way to direct their conversation elsewhere, or not sat next to Charles to begin with. It's not as if he was some innocent falling prey to Charles's charms. That Charles is even worried about that is kind of funny to him.
The chuckle he lets out is more in response to Charles's concern about his looks. He shrugs, one hand moving up to play with the ends of his hair. ]
You look perfect to me.
[ He would be inclined to agree that there is something especially romantic and exciting about how it all went down, no planning or an expectation of what would happen. It was all impulse, passion and an inevitability that they would crash into one another, any other way that it could have happened it would not have felt quite like them.
Erik folds into the kiss again, head tilting and lips parted, a soft hum when he feels the squeeze of Charles's fingers on his leg. His hand slips down from Charles's hair, tracing the curve of his neck, fingers just barely dipping beneath the collar of his shirt, lingering for a moment there even as they break away.
His lips curl in amusement at that 'please', but he does as told without hesitation or even a trace of shyness. His sweater is far easier to get rid of, and he pulls it off and tosses it aside with little care, then reaches out to rest his hands over Charles's. A gentle tug, as he leans in to press a quick peck to the corner of his lips. ]
Let me.
[ He resumes where Charles stopped, undoing the remaining buttons, leaning in to plant a trail of kisses down Charles's neck, over the curve of his shoulder, following the path that his shirt takes while Erik's hands slowly guide the fabric down his arms. ]
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He supposes there is a world where they did all this proper and he asked Erik on a date first, but really, it's not them. They can do that later. Being so intense about each other has been them since day one, it's why they had to work so hard at keeping this from happening in the past. Any moment between them could have turned sexual. It feels natural, how this happened, natural enough that Charles is not second-guessing it.
He likes Erik's fingers on him, sliding into his hair, he wants them all over his bare skin. Charles may not be able to physically harden but his body is very sensitive and hasn't been touched or kissed in well over a decade. It will still make him feel good and wanted. His mouth practically waters when Erik takes off his shirt. All those perfect lines. Charles is eager to touch him so he lets Erik take over undoing his shirt so he can slide his fingers over his broad shoulders, running them down the front of his chest.]
God you're beautiful.
[ Erik will not have to wonder what Charles thinks of him physically. The block is off now, he is going to shower him with compliments. He tilts his head back to let Erik kiss his skin, it sends a shiver through him, and he briefly stops touching Erik to get the shirt off him. He's slender these days, skinnier than he ever was in the past, due to lack of care for himself then and frankly, here too.
Charles's hands are back on him in a minute, caressing over Erik's chest and down his torso, fingers undoing his belt in a very forward and suggestive way. Then Erik can feel Charles sliding into his mind, caressing across it in much the same way.]
Take off your pants. I'm done waiting to see you.
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Just because Charles might not feel his touch everywhere isn't going to stop Erik touching him. He's wanted too long, and he adores the sounds he makes, even the quietest breaths halting on his throat. He lets out a soft, appreciative hum of his own as Charles's hands move across his skin, teeth just barely dragging over the curve of a shoulder, then his mouth goes back up to Charles's jaw as his touch trails lower on his stomach, taking immediate hold of his belt. He would laugh if he weren't so incredibly turned on right now. Charles really is not wasting time here, is he?
Erik has never been shy about his looks, certainly not about his body, though there is admittedly something about exposing himself like this to Charles, of all people. He wouldn't call it embarrassment, though, far from it. Sitting back a little so he can do away with his trousers leaves him meeting Charles's gaze head on again, his eyes dragging slowly down his lithe frame. Not that Erik's especially built, mind, though the past few months of physical work have clearly made some difference.
Underwear goes with the trousers, since it hardly makes sense to waste time with that. Perhaps Charles won't be very surprised by how big he is, but he still watches because he does tend to get some... well, interesting reactions. He's already half hard from just the touching so far (and Charles's words have definitely helped), but it's clear that he can still grow bigger. ]
Let me take you to bed.
[ Just because they're approaching intimacy in a different sense doesn't mean they can't still be comfortable. Personally Erik would rather have Charles as close to him as physically possible. ]
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Erik does not have to be shy about his looks. To Charles he's always been the most handsome man he's ever met, a most obnoxious quality given how it ended up, but that's not for now. He was a temptation to Charles with several layers of clothes on, naked he would have been lost. He holds Erik's gaze when Erik intentionally looks at him and lets his eyes then travel over Erik's body in open admiration once it's freed.
He wets his lips with his tongue when he gets to finally look at him and damned if he isn't impressed. He isn't surprised but perhaps a little disappointed he won't be able to fully appreciate sitting on him like he used to imagine. But he'll take what he gets.]
It's a good thing for our self-control I never saw you, I would have made it ten minutes.
[ Maybe he should have though, maybe he was a damned fool. But there is no turning back the clock. Erik's his right now. The request for bed is something he understands, having their first time on the couch isn't ideal. The way it is framed makes him consider, but Charles's pride rears its head. He isn't in a mood to be carried right then, although perhaps another time, when he's less sensitive about it. He reaches out to pull Erik into a series of small but lingering kisses, tempted to stay there just to keep it, but he agrees with him.
Charles uses his arms to pull himself back to the side of the couch where his wheelchair is and he pushes off into it. Perhaps being carried would be more romantic, but he doesn't mind getting to the bed this way. And it is for the best he has it next to the bed for when he needs to get up later. He pushes up onto the bed easily enough and gets to look at Erik when he joins him; seeing him fully naked walking there is delightful for his eyes.]
That is impressive equipment you have, my dear, I'd like to get my mouth on it.
[ Erik will find that Charles is loquacious in all aspects.]
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He likes this, though. How Charles just leapt into this head first, for all the caution that he showed earlier in trusting Erik again, in letting him close. He's still not entirely sure that he's deserving of that trust, or of this place beside him, but if anything he's all the more committed now to prove to Charles (and more importantly, to himself) that he can be better. ]
Then that would have made two of us.
[ Erik would not have lasted five seconds if Charles had lunged himself at him the way he's doing now, honestly. So ten minutes actually sounds pretty damn impressive to Erik.
He did absolutely mean that he wanted to carry Charles to bed, but somehow it doesn't surprise him at all that he opts to use the chair to get himself there, his eyes rolling while Charles can't see it. Yes, while completely naked in the middle of the room. He feels like he's going to have many a disagreement with Charles's pride, but maybe this isn't the hill he wants to die on right now, and he doesn't want to ruin the mood that has settled between them, so he lets it go.
He waits until Charles has moved to the bed, making his way over, giving him ample time to look all he likes. He seems to like a lot, and Erik for one adores the heat that pools in his stomach from just feeling the weight of that gaze on him.
He can't help a surprised little sound at those words, however, a small smile as he ducks his head to the side for a moment. Shockingly, Charles manages to get just a hint of bashfulness from him. ]
Christ, Charles.
[ He climbs onto the bed, knee sunk into the mattress, shifting close enough to kiss him again. Lingering, but soft, and broken well before it even deepens. ]
I think we can arrange for that.
[ If it's what Charles wants, and he wouldn't be bringing it up if he didn't. Erik is not some fucking idiot, either. Not even in his wildest fantasies did Charles's mouth on his cock make it to the top of his list, but he sure as hell would love to have it there, so. ]
Now?
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He is stubborn about the carrying this time but he'll likely give in later on. His hangups aren't going to be gone that easily, which is why he hasn't taken his pants off and has no intention of doing so. He doesn't like looking down and seeing nothing in a general way, it bothers him, but to do that in this particular context will upset him. He already feels the lack and is choosing to focus on what they can have together instead.
Charles grins at him ear-to-ear after his blatant come-on and Erik looking bloody bashful about it. Adorable. He wouldn't say anything that he didn't mean and he reaches out to playfully gesture with his hands for Erik to come closer. Close enough to kiss, to trail his fingers over his shoulders.]
Yes, in a moment. Lie next to me on your side like this.
[ Like Charles said, he has some limitations that he's working around to what won't embarrass him or make things awkward. He moves onto his side and tugs Erik down with him. When Erik does as he says he snuggles in close to him, running fingers through his hair, caressing a hand along the long length of his back. He slips back into his mind and leans in to kiss him deeply, getting back into their hot and heavy embrace. He will move down eventually but for now he's letting them enjoy this.
His hand slides up Erik's chest and he brushes his fingers against his nipple, moaning into his mouth as for the first time he feels exactly as Erik does.]
God, yes, it works.
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He doesn't need much coaxing to get on the bed, climbing on and settling down beside Charles. His hand rests on a hip but soon moves up to his waist, fingers splayed out as he touches as much skin as he can reach. He delves into the kiss again, humming into his mouth, his other hand moving to Charles's neck, thumb tracing over his jaw.
He feels Charles's presence in his head again, though it's becoming more and more common, in the sense that it doesn't surprise him much when he slips in there as if he belongs. At this point, it certainly feels like he does. What is more surprising is the sound that leaves Charles when those fingers ghost across his nipple.
It works as a feedback loop; Charles feels his pleasure, and Erik in turn is all the more aroused by that reaction, the spill of heat in his mind coming from Charles, even just that moan making the hair on his nape stand on end, cock hardening from that alone. His hand on Charles's side squeezes harder, and he gasps quietly, the kiss barely breaking before he's pushing deeper into it. ]
That felt good. Touch me more.
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I should make you beg.
[ Charles teases and Erik can hear the laughter in his mind. It's been awhile since he had sex but Charles was like this when he did. Giddy, playful, eager, confident. Not all of that has been lost to him. It's a wonderful thing to realize that. He doesn't make Erik beg though, he pinches his nipple and rubs his fingers against the hard nub, causing him to groan.
He gets impatient now that their lust is hot and heavy between them and he moves his hand down to finally wrap around Erik's cock. God, he forgot what it felt like to have someone touch his cock, and it's not his, but it's great all the same. It's more about Erik's pleasure than his, he loves to give, but Charles is enjoying them being almost a team on this. Together. As one.]
Jesus, you're large, not certain I can take all of you in my mouth but I'm very much going to enjoy trying.
[ He's a bit out of practice but Charles isn't going to let that hold him back from a long fantasy. He moves his hand from tip to base to truly feel the full length of him. It's dry so he takes a moment to lather up his hand with his tongue, extremely suggestive of him but so is everything they're doing, and it makes it smooth enough when he starts stroking him slowly.]
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You could certainly try.
[ Erik is too stubborn to beg that easily, for all that Charles at least stands a chance, however slim. No one else would be able to get that out of him, that's for certain. Lucky that Charles isn't interested in delaying gratification right now, Erik isn't sure that he wants to find out how easily he would fold for him on that particular point.
His back arches instead into the touch of that hand, hips shifting on the bed, eager and growing more impatient by the second. When that warm hand finally makes it down to his groin, he all but shudders in relief, letting out a low moan when fingers wrap around the girth of him. It has been a long while since he's been with anyone, about as long as Charles really, but that's not the only reason it feels this good. It's that pleasure that goes back and forth, fed into the mental link between them, the absolute delight that spills from Charles overwhelming and intoxicating all on its own.
That, and the simple fact that it is Charles touching him, and he feels so stupidly in love right now he might as well be screaming it into Charles's own mind.
That thought, and every other thought in his head, gets cut short when Charles moves his hand away again, his eyes landing on the sight of him lapping up his own palm. That is far hotter than it has any right to be, the sight alone making him practically growl, pushing him to dive into a hungrier, more heated kiss, shifting closer on the bed while Charles goes back to stroking him. ]
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[ Erik is on notice. Charles feels that same challenge. Although he is arrogant as hell and feels certain Erik wouldn't last long against him. They have broken past their control and he thinks there's not much they wouldn't do for each other, in exchange for what is between them now. It was always underneath them and now it's bubbled beautifully to the surface and Charles is eating it all up.
All of this feels amazing. The pleasure of it, yes, but the way their minds are twined together, the eagerness with which Erik is meeting Charles's delight on the same level. It's a high that he thinks will only get surpassed when they meet their climax, but for now it's absolutely intoxicating.
Charles feels that surge of love from Erik and his heart pounds in his chest, so loud he swears it is echoing around his ears, and he pushes his own love at him too. That along with the desire is a heady experience. They don't need to say the words to know how they feel. Maybe he'll want to speak them anyway, because it's nice to hear and communicate, but right now, it's sinking into them in a much deeper way than any words could be. Charles loves him with all of him. No matter what has happened between them.
Charles groans into the new hungry kiss and answers it with heat and need, their bodies pressed tight. He wants to consume Erik, sucking on his tongue, his hand moving faster as they both feel it. He knows that if he doesn't get his mouth on him soon he'll be too tempted to finish it like this.
He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and then wiggles his way down the bed. It's clear why this positioning works for him because he can use his side to lean on and prop up a little, brushing his mouth against Erik's chest and down to his stomach. He's hard and hot and Charles holds him steady at the base. He runs his tongue along the head and nearly loses his mind from it.]
Fuck, yes.
[ He is large but Charles is eager and laps against his tip, closing his mouth around it.]
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The way their minds link together now feels only like a small taste of it, feeling Charles in his head just as much as his touch on skin, the squeeze of fingers around his cock. Thought and feeling bleed into the connection, and while he can tell which parts come from him and which come from Charles, the core sentiment is so similar that he willingly lets them melt into one. As if that love is made all the better when it comes together.
He would have little objections if Charles were to just keep going like this, though the image of Charles's mouth on him is still very much vivid in his mind, so he only lets out a soft, warm breath when the kiss breaks, glancing down only in case Charles needs help shifting lower. Clearly his excitement fuels his physical strength, as he works his way down, Erik's breath catching with each brush of lips across his skin. He can't imagine how much better it will feel than having that hand on his cock, but when he feels the wet lap of a tongue across the tip, all coherent thought leaves his mind for a moment, and he lets out an unbridled moan, cheek pressed to the pillow.
His fingers weave into Charles's hair, more of a warm, encouraging touch than anything. He doesn't dare look down just now. He knows already that he's not going to last very long, and he's sure he would be done all the quicker if he actually watched Charles work his mouth on him. ]
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There will always be a little part of him disappointed they never got to explore this the way they could if he'd thrown caution to the wind back then. He isn't going to linger in it when they are getting something beautiful in its own way, but a touch of that is reasonable. It doesn't stop this from being incredible, from Erik filling his senses and their minds intertwining together, as close as their bodies.
He'll use his hand a different time. They have options, but he had this in his head for a long time, and seeing Erik only made the impulse larger. A cock like this deserves to have a mouth on it and Charles is deeply devoted to the idea. Charles hums appreciatively when Erik's fingers are in his hair, a gentle yes good sent to his mind so he knows Charles likes it. He wouldn't mind a little more tug to it.
Charles now is focused on doing a good job. Erik is large and he's rusty but his enthusiasm is there. Mind over matter. This puts a different idea in his mind, but for another time. He lets the tip fill his mouth and sucks it in, moaning around it, tasting him. Slowly he moves his head down to consume more, relaxing his throat, pulling his head back and then down again. Each time he bobbed he takes more inside until he feels pretty damn full. It's true he won't be able to have all of it, probably, with practice he could, but he gets enough until he can feel it toward his throat.]
You taste so good, Erik, I want you every day, all the time.
[ It's Charles who is getting swallowed down too, their pleasure looping together. He wants the feel of an orgasm so he moves faster on him, up and down, his hand stroking Erik at the same time so he can stimulate every part of him, where his mouth can't get to.]
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He still can't manage to look down, though he desperately wants to. He can feel the eagerness, the lust in the way that Charles swallows around him, and he knows that every picture that his imagination paints for him pales in comparison to reality. But he also knows that he's going to derail that much quickly as soon as he sees those lovely lips stretched around him, and so he delays it, does what he can to let this last just a little longer.
That becomes a nearly impossible task when Charles picks up on pace, and doubles his efforts on taking in more of him. His hand tightens on his hair on reflex, sparks of pleasure making his vision burst. His lips part again in another moan, fingers of his other hand twisting into the sheets, and finally, before he completely loses his mind, he tips his head down to see—
He doesn't quite know how he doesn't come right in that instant, just as he lays eyes on Charles when he's bobbing his head down and swallowing as much of his cock as he physically can. He can feel the clench of his throat just barely envelop the tip, and this time he does tug, a firmer hold on Charles's hair, breaths coming and going in sharp, stuttered bursts the closer he gets.
He at least manages to last a few bobs of his head, tugging on Charles's hair in tandem with the pace, but he knew he wasn't going to last even before he looked down at him, and now he knows it's futile to even try to hold on. ]
Charles, I can't—
[ He's not sure what he's trying to say. He can't hold off, he can't last, he can't take the maddening pleasure possessing him in this moment. He's not entirely sure what Charles is doing to him but it feels like he's being carried in a tide that goes higher and higher until he spills, in a blinding white haze as he comes onto Charles's mouth, the press of his tongue and tight drag of his lips down the length of him. ]
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[ Charles knows that Erik is purposely not looking so he can last, he's in his mind, he's wrapped around his every thought. And he understands, they are both so worked up, and spiraling toward a desperate end. It's not not necessarily ego that wants him to watch him although he is getting fed plenty for his arrogance by Erik's constant desire for him. But he would feel the same way if Erik's mouth was on him, if he was this eager on Charles instead.
Charles moans loudly when Erik grabs his hair like that, rewarding Erik with a faster pump of his hand on him, turned on by the physicality of what they're doing. He forgot what it was like to be lost in heat and need and it is overwhelming his senses on every level. He knows when Erik's eyes finally stare at him and he darts his eyes back so he can look at his beautiful face. He can see the lust in Erik's eyes as he takes in Charles's open eagerness.]
Erik, please, it's been so long, take me with you.
[ Charles has fully forgotten the way an orgasm feels. The way it builds almost to the point of pain or just intense pressure. It's almost too much as his brain feels like it explodes with pleasure in an instant and he goes down as deep as he can on Erik's cock to hold him inside. He swallows him down and it's messy but it's beautiful and he floats on a wave of ecstasy.
Charles only pulls off him when he's spent because it's getting hard to breathe as he feels a little drugged from the release they shared. He is gentle as he releases Erik from his mouth and lets his hand drop, panting and rolling onto his back. He doesn't push back up the bed to look at Erik, it's too much effort when he feels fully like it was him who orgasmed, so he lies there instead.]
Thank you.
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But right now he doesn't care, he'll gladly let the current sweep him away, and he drags Charles with him, holding on physically, clinging to him mentally. Everything he feels in that moment, the high and the blissful blind that sweeps his mind, the dead drop followed by a soaring flight, the pounding of his blood in his ears when he starts coming back down, all of it he's glad to feed Charles, to have him experience this from his perspective too. Charles is never going to wonder how he makes Erik feel, that's for certain.
He lays there panting for a brief while, eyes closed. A soft laugh leaves him when Charles speaks again, and he's more than fine with wiggling his way down the bed himself, propped on an elbow next to Charles. ]
Mm, that was easy. I didn't even need to cook you dinner to get you into bed.
[ Said with a wide, teasing smile, overflowing with warmth and affection. He leans down to kiss Charles, lingering on his lips, fingers brushing through strands of his hair once he pulls away again. The smile subsides, but his eyes stay on Charles's, voice quieter when he adds. ]
Stay the night. Please.
[ He's not above begging in this particular instance. ]
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Well you did start the dinner, I just decided to waylay us.
[ Not pre-meditated but he is very good with it now. They have held sexual tension within them for a long time now and it feels fantastic with it being out now. He moves onto his side again so he can snuggle up against Erik more comfortably, touching every way they can. Next time he'll probably be fine with taking off his pants, he could see the value in them being skin to skin.
He reaches up to cup Erik's face lovingly and chuckles, brusing his thumb against his lips before running it over his shoulder down to his back.]
Do I really seem like the type who would wheel my way out of here immediately after sex?
[ Not even in his player days did Charles do that. He enjoyed intimacy too much. He was an excellent partner with his one-night stands, and never had any complaints. Sometimes it would be a situation where the other person wanted them to leave quickly, typically with men, but cuddling is his preference.
The begging is nice but it makes him soften for it sounds like Erik truly had some kind of concern about that.]
You're finally mine, Erik, I'm not going anywhere.
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[ He can guess how long it's been since Charles ate, and he doesn't intend to let him go much longer on an empty stomach. Maybe not right away, he's rather enjoying their current position right now a little too much to want to move, but eventually he'll get back to that.
He smiles faintly when Charles brushes a thumb over his lips, his own hand moving to his back, tracing up his spine. ]
Not at all. It wasn't why I asked.
[ He understands this is more complicated for Charles than it is for him. That there are X-Men here, living in very much close proximity to them. Maybe it's an exaggerated concern that they should come knocking on Charles's door only not to find him there, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was a worry weighing on his mind right now.
Well, at least none of them are going to come to Erik's room, so at least there's that. He's content enough with the answer, palm pressing between Charles's shoulder blades, holding him close as he leans in and brushes their noses together, kisses Charles's cheek. Lord, he is, he really is his. He could stay forever and Erik would have absolutely no objections to it. ]
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[ It's true Charles forgot to eat and he is hungry but he is willing to wait longer so they can linger with each other. He doesn't want to break this moment yet. He looks into Erik's beloved eyes, his handsome face, leaning in to kiss him. It's a novelty he's just gotten and he is so happy about it. Whatever negative feelings he had, they won't forever stay away, but for right now, Charles is letting himself have it.]
Ah, yes, I see.
[ Their minds are still very closely wound together and Charles loosens up on that, he withdraws to a reasonable level so Erik doesn't have to worry about every single thought being bled over. He didn't fully consider the reality of the situation until now because it only just happened, but they are living in close quarters, and he is not in any way ready to talk about this with other people.
He caresses his fingers over Erik's strong arm and then up along his chest, resting his hand over Erik's heart to feel his heartbeat. He might have withdrawn their minds so he could think too, not that it would change anything about this.]
I'd like to keep this private for now. I know when I can leave without any prying eyes.
[ He knows where all the familiar minds are around him. It's easy.]
You don't mind, do you?
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It is a strange feeling, in a way, when Charles withdraws from his mind. Not entirely, but enough for Erik to notice, and to need a moment to readjust. There's something funny in the fact that Erik's the one already overthinking and worrying about the complications while Charles didn't seem to even consider them completely until just now, especially when it affects Charles more closely than it does Erik.
His hand moves from Charles's back, fingertips ghosting down the length of his arm, brushing against the back of his hand where it rests over Erik's heart. ]
Well, I can't say it's my favorite thing. [ Well he's honest, if nothing else. Not that he would have reason to lie now, of all times. ] But I understand.
[ Personally Erik couldn't give less of a shit about who knows, but he's well aware of why that's different for Charles. He would also prefer avoiding needless tension and confrontations, which would no doubt roll down his way as soon as some of the mutants here learned about them, so yes. Keeping this private is the smart, sensible choice. ]
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I just would like us to know what we're doing here and settle in before other opinions enter the mix.
[ Sex itself is not ultimately that complicated even with the limitations, but everything surrounding it can be. And Charles is not ready to look Scott or Logan in the eye and tell them his feelings on this matter. Because it's complicated. He also told them Erik dropped a stadium on him, so the two truths are difficult to explain on the same breath.
He would have wanted this to be private if they got together in the past too. Not only because he prefers it that way, but due to the time they were in where two men together would have been a problem. Clearly neither of them have any questions regarding their sexual desires so that was never a concern for them, but he was not of the mindset to shout off a rooftop in this situation.
Charles kisses him long and lingering because he's allowed to now and he's stared at his lips wanting this, even when they were fighting. On the plane after their fight his eyes traveled there without his permission as they played chess. It's embarrassing at this point how down he is.]
We don't need to have the relationship talk, do we? I think we know what we want.
[ Each other and not a damn thing else.]
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Let's just say it's a good thing that Charles is more reasonable. Erik would know the consequences and still not give a damn.
He leans back in, presses into that kiss, soft and lingering, thumb brushing over Charles's knuckles. In this moment, he can't possibly imagine ever tiring of this.
When he pulls away, meeting Charles's gaze, he very nearly chuckles at that question. No, they definitely don't need to have that talk (he doesn't feel that need, at least), but if Charles asks, then perhaps there is a part of him that needs it. So, he takes a slow breath, squeezes the hand in his, and keeps his gaze locked with Charles's when he speaks again, a touch softer now. ]
I love you, Charles. Despite my mistakes, my faults, my temper— you are... everything I could possibly need, here.
[ He could make it even worse, say that Charles completes him in ways that he wasn't even aware he was lacking, that he balances him, that he's shone a light in the deepest cracks in his heart. But maybe that's just sappy enough for right now. ]
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he's a monster erik beware
oops too bad he's in too deep already
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thanks for the patience I'm back from vacay!
welcome back!! ✨
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we can probably finally wrap on this one and do a new event one :D
nooo-- i mean yes, that sounds good!!