[ Charles was never alone with Raven so he was lucky that way, and he knew it. While he didn't make a lot of friends outside of her, they had each other, and he has no idea what his life would be like without her. Or at least he didn't, until he had to, but to be fair, he still had Hank then. He's never truly been alone and he knows that Erik has been.
All the hope in the world can't fully push away trauma and while Charles has come a long way, the loss of Erik and Raven and his legs wasn't a simple one to get past. He tries but some part of him will hold onto that pain and he wants to push forward. He is doing so by grasping onto this all of him. But just as he finds he didn't mind hearing Erik say he loves him out loud, it turns out hearing his reassurance also helps.
Charles's eyes water as he looks back at Erik and that love he feels is both beautiful and painful. Fear is no small part of him right now but he isn't letting it stop him. ]
I know we shouldn't look backward, but I'm just so angry at all the foolish mistakes we made. [ Not only Erik. Charles is including himself, he is far from perfect.] We wasted so much time. [ Little does he know that is a regret their future selves held too, at the end.]
[ They both know that this won't be easy. None of it will be, really. There's too much history, too much hurt for things to magically be fixed simply because they've taken this step in their relationship. It is wonderful, and possibly as happy as Erik could hope to be in this moment, but there will still be so much for them to work through. Charles especially had to go through so much in the past ten years. This can't just make things right overnight.
But they have one another, and facing all of this together will still be better than having to do it all on their own. Maybe back in their world, they would have to do so. Charles back at the mansion, Erik hiding under another identity. Who knows if they would have ever even seen each other again. But here they have each other to rely on, it already makes things infinitely better. ]
Don't think that way. [ Don't cry, please. That very nearly makes Erik's eyes fill with tears too, sucking in a breath. ] Just think of the time we have ahead. All of the things we can have now.
[ Erik has never been one to look back with that kind of regret. They can't go back and change how everything went down, but they can learn from it, make it all different. He doesn't like to think of it as time wasted, when to him every minute he gets to have with Charles will always feel like a precious gift. ]
[ If Charles tried to brush off all his feelings, it would only stay inside him making him sick until it came out in another way. He did that for a decade and it became poison in him, getting worse as his obsession with blocking his powers kept him from himself. Being genuinely happy in this moment with Erik does remind him of how unhappy he was before, and it causes regret.
He just doesn't want to hurt anymore. He knows he's not the only one, that Erik has hurt too, but it did lay over his shoulders for years, making him less of the man he was. Charles has come a long way since coming here, but he's not recovered fully. And this may help with that, because it is giving something he thought he had to live without.
He smiles weakly at Erik and lets out a watery laugh.]
Look at you, being the optimist.
[ The one who apparently can see the time they have ahead and everything they can do together, rather than Charles who is dragging his heels in the past. In a way they've swapped positions, with Erik before having been so dragged down by Shaw and his past, and Charles always excited about what comes next.]
I love you, Erik.
[ He pulls Erik into a deep kiss the seal the way he feels and shares it between their bond, the brightness of his love mixed with the pain he feels, but can overcome. His arm slides around Erik's neck, fingers into his hair, as he kisses him like the first time.]
[ Erik knows a thing or two about brushing unpleasant feelings aside, or worse yet trying to bury them, and it's definitely not the best course of action either. It's important that Charles does deal with those feelings, and that he knows he can reach out and rely on Erik for it; he just doesn't want to be all that Charles will focus on, or for all their moments shared together to turn bittersweet by thinking of all that they could have had. They have this now, and that matters.
His own smile is warmer, immensely fond, a soft hum escaping him. ]
Maybe you've rubbed off on me.
[ But it is good, the reversal. They work because they're similar in some things, and opposite in others, and it all balances out. So if Charles is struggling now, he can certainly be the voice of optimism, seeing a brighter path ahead for them both. Hold onto hope, rather than the past.
Much like Charles, he wouldn't need to hear those words said aloud, but his heard skips nonetheless at hearing them, gaze bright and warm, love spilling from every crease in his smile. He tips his head down to return the kiss with equal love and tenderness, his arm winding fully around Charles's waist to bring him up and closer to him. ]
[ It only takes a few moments before Charles turns on a dime and ends up laughing in Erik's mind.]
I certainly did, didn't I?
[ How can he resist making a dirty joke when they're (mostly) naked in bed together? It's also to signal that he's going to attempt to leave his melancholy behind. It's still there but Charles would rather keep kissing him at the moment, sliding into his mind once again to share his warmth and affection.
He lets Erik tug him close and since he's in his mind he decides that he doesn't like the feeling of fabric against Erik's bare body. He wants skin to skin and while he hesitated before because of his own insecurities, it's really a pointless endeavor. He's not going to bend on the carrying any time soon but Charles can make some concessions.]
Help me take off my pants, will you, love?
[ Unfortunately they have to stop kissing to do that but it'll be rewarding afterward. Charles still feels strange about it but he undoes them. He can't exactly help finagle them off him with a shimmy of his hips or anything given the situation so he'll let Erik handle it.]
[ Erik breathes a chuckle into the kiss. He probably shouldn't be that surprised that Charles latches onto that and turns it into a dirty joke. ]
Incorrigible.
[ He sounds fond, even in his own mind, comfortable with Charles's presence in there again. He pulls from the kiss, for a moment surprised by the request, if only because he didn't quite expect Charles to change his mind on that tonight. Far be it from him to complain, however.
With a quick peck to his nose, Erik pulls away so he can kneel on the bed, next to Charles. Trying to do this while lying down was only going to make it awkward and that much more difficult, but like this he's able to get his hands on the waistband and properly tug them down Charles's legs, adjusting him as needed so they come out smoothly. The underwear is far easier to rid of, but he still gives Charles a glance, just to be sure that he is comfortable before he gets that off of him too.
He leans down to press a kiss to Charles's stomach, pushing both items of clothing to the foot of the bed. He takes a moment just to look at Charles before he moves on the bed again to lie down beside him, still searching his eyes. ]
[ Charles feels uneasy about it but there really is no difference between doing it now and later. Eventually Erik will see him naked and he'll have to live with that. There's nothing wrong with him, ordinarily he's a very good-looking man regardless, his body is skinny but well-made. If he had use of his legs, he would be confident in how he looks. It's his own issues coming into play. He is tense but Erik manages to make it less uncomfortable than it would be if he attempted to do it himself.
He lets out a breath he was holding when it's over and Erik's lips touch his stomach, letting his fingers tangle into his hair lightly when he does. Their minds are intertwined enough that Erik can probably note the variety of feelings coming from Charles right then are a complicated mix.
He turns toward Erik and pulls him close again so they're right up against each other. He can't feel it but through Erik he is pleased at the sensation of skin against skin, so it was worth it. It feels much more complete this way, so there is a touch of satisfaction felt from him after that. ]
My own hangups.
[ Charles admits without brushing it off. They both know that's the problem here. ]
This would be a very good time for you to say something flattering.
[ Yes, he knows. It's the reason why he even asked in the first place, rather than just leap to showering Charles with compliments when he might be struggling with this. Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that Charles so promptly asks for flattery, and he lets out a soft chuckle, his knee brushing gently against Charles's leg. He may not feel it the conventional way, but he can through Erik, and he personally loves the direct skin contact regardless. ]
Now I feel rather put on the spot.
[ Not that it seems a deterrent, the words said more with a touch of amusement than anything else. ]
You're absolutely perfect. [ He tips his head down to brush his lips over Charles's, his own bias clearly coloring those words, but he doesn't give a damn. ] The most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on.
[ It's not that he's unaware or doesn't understand what Charles struggles with, with his disability. But to him, it truly doesn't matter. When he looks at Charles it's not the disability he sees, he just sees the gorgeous man he adores, and the beautiful body he's wanted to see bare and pressed against his own for so long. It doesn't matter if intimacy looks different to them. It doesn't feel incomplete, if anything it's all the more intense when he can feel Charles's own mind in his. Couldn't possibly get closer than that. ]
[ Charles can't deny that it does feel good being in Erik's mind and adding that extra layer of intimacy so there's nothing between them now that they're cuddled close. He used to dream of being in Erik's warm embrace like this and it's imperfect but it's better than a fantasy because it's real. He is not usually an insecure person but he has his issues like anyone else and occasionally a little ego stroking would go a long way.
He laughs and doesn't argue about how he obviously is far from perfect, because he's going to soak in the compliment regardless. Erik can't lie to him when in his head like this so he is very satisfied with what he hears. It goes both ways, he too thinks Erik is a perfect male specimen in terms of physical attractiveness. He's been obsessed with him since they met. He's told him how gorgeous he is.]
And you want me more than anyone in the world.
[ Charles prompts with a grin and he lays on his back, tugging Erik to try and persuade him to slide on top of him. He explains in his head he just wants to feel the weight on him, he's thought about it before. He wants to feel through Erik's mind all of them rubbing up against each other from top to bottom. He slides his hands up Erik's chest to hook them around his neck.]
[ Nothing truly is perfect so maybe it's an unfair standard to hold anything to. It's as close as it gets, to him. It's different than they could have had but it's not lessened for it, it's still him and Charles and that is all that Erik really needs for it to feel perfect. Some things are just that simple, to him.
The following statements get a soft laugh from him, and he lets Charles direct him to where he wants him, still adjusting a little before he's shifting to settle on top of Charles, hip to hip, elbows sinking to the mattress to at least keep his upper weight propped up. ]
At this point your ego's going to swell up enough that we won't get it past that door.
[ But he doesn't deny Charles that. Can't, when it makes him smile like that, when it makes him look this happy. He leans down for a soft kiss, lingering, lips still hovering close while he adds. ]
I do want you more than anyone. [ Another kiss. ] And I've loved you before I even realised it. [ His tongue darts out, tasting Charles's lips. ] And you feel so damn good against me right now.
[ Charles is delighted when Erik's weight is on top of him like that, exactly as he wanted it to be. He used to imagine Erik on him and how it would feel, although granted that was when he would also picture him inside at the same time. But this is satisfying too and he runs his fingers over Erik's back and then down his strong arms where he's propped up.]
Good, that's how it should be when I leave your bed.
[ He should have his ego filled to the brim with the attention and adoration he's fed when they're like this. That's how Charles feels about it at least, he thinks he can't get enough of Erik's affection. He does look happy, a stark contrast to when he was making himself sad before, and he kisses Erik back, smiling the whole time.]
I do, don't I?
[ It turns out it was well worth getting past his ego on this issue. He tilts his head back, running his nails lightly up Erik's chest to tangle one hand in his hair lightly.]
Kiss my neck. I might not feel anything below my waist but I can feel everything above.
[ Charles has zero trouble with telling Erik exactly what he should be doing. He doesn't think Erik will argue with his bossiness. He wants to get showered in Erik's appreciation and his body is quite sensitive everywhere that can be felt. He hasn't gotten any attention for all this time, he could enjoy a little more of that.]
You are the sexiest person I've ever seen. My beautiful Erik.
[ Well, evidently Erik has no real issue with giving Charles what he wants, as much as he teases him when he asks for it. Somehow he doesn't find it surprising just how much Charles soaks up this kind of attention, and Erik is finding that he absolutely doesn't mind showering him with it. He's going to make a mental note to do it more often, even without Charles's requesting it each and every time.
Charles won't need to ask him to touch him either, physical contact being something Erik likes rather a lot with him. More and more, he's finding, and he can certainly touch every bit of skin where Charles can feel it. He would even touch more, frankly, but that would be more for himself than anything, and he wants Charles to feel good above all else.
He shifts his weight just so, weight propped on just one elbow, freeing his other hand to brush through Charles's hair. He coaxes him to tip his head back, then dips down to latch his lips onto his neck, kissing as much as licking, a light, playful drag of teeth against skin. His hand continues on a path of its own, thumb tracing down Charles's throat, palm brushing over a pectoral, fingers hooked under his armpit before skimming as low as Charles can feel it, then back up, tracing over his stomach. ]
You taste so good, [ He murmurs against Charles's skin. Even off the road and not having had time to shower, Erik doesn't care. He could get hooked on the taste and feeling of Charles's skin against his tongue. ] I'll kiss you anywhere you want.
[ Charles was a bit of a player because he likes attention as much as he likes sex. It's an ego thing, yes, but also a reflection of how he feels about the world too. He finds people fascinating and he's attracted to them, even in a platonic way, he likes to get to know them and find what makes them tick. The truth is though once he met Erik, he specifically was the person Charles was desperate for attention from. He practically was begging for it whenever they were in the same room, wanting his eyes, his focus. He wanted it because that's how he felt about Erik with his eyes and his focus following him, thirsting for more of him. It's a fixation, one he gets to have now.
Charles tips his head back as requested and shivers at the first touch on his skin, the sensation rippling through him. He hasn't been touched in so long. He could spend hours in someone's bed just soaking in their hands and lips in the past, and he's getting a taste for that again. The teeth on his skin gets a soft moan and he threads fingers in Erik's hair. He lets him do whatever he wants, basking in it.]
No I don't. [ Charles chuckles.] I didn't shower, I didn't think I'd be naked with you today.
[ He probably doesn't smell that badly; enough that it's clear he was on the road for awhile before giving up and coming back. Charles is fastidious otherwise, he likes to be clean and proper. His wipe off before coming here was likely better than anyone else would do, it's just not what he would want going into someone's bed. Alas, no turning it back now.]
Nipples, Erik. Gently at first, they're sensitive.
[ They are the part of him most obviously stimulated by their intimacy and sexual exploration. Charles would rather Erik get there on his own but maybe he's eager to feel those lips close in on them. He's in Erik's mind, sharing his thrill.]
[ He's very welcome to pick back up where he left off in obsessing over Erik now, he's certainly not complaining. There's every chance that Erik will be doing the same, especially now that they've opened up to one another fully, and chosen to take this step in their relationship. They are both the kind of people who like having a purpose, goals to work towards, but at the moment Erik is very content in pouring all his heart and soul into loving Charles completely. ]
Shut up, [ He mutters fondly, chuckling against Charles's neck. ] I like what I like.
[ In all fairness he would find the scent of him intoxicating either way. It would take a lot for him to think otherwise, and Charles would never let himself get to such a point, really. There's just something different in the scent that comes from the sweat of his day out on the road, and it's definitely not a bad smell. Erik likes it, he'll not take further arguments.
Teeth brush over Charles's neck one last time, then he draws his lips away, shooting Charles a far too amused glance at the demanding tone in his voice. He wiggles a little further down on the bed, humming at the friction against Charles and the bed beneath them, pressing light kisses on the way down until he can reach Charles's nipples. His tongue drags carefully over one of them, wetting the flesh, immediately followed by him blowing a breath against it. ]
Mmmhm, and you like being told what to do, don't you? By me, at least.
[ Charles clocked that right away given how quickly Erik seems to give into every one of his demands with enthusiasm. It's why he doesn't mind being bossy because it seems to be something Erik enjoy, whether it's because it turns him on, or he likes Charles getting what he wants. Maybe all of the above. He knows that Erik does not like being ordered around by anyone else though, which does make it a little hot that it's Charles-specific. And not surprising, given their dynamic, and their past.
Charles likes it too, especially because it's Erik, and it has that ego boost. He keps brushing his fingers through Erik's hair in a comfortable almost pet, enjoying the lasting touch of the teeth on his skin. He can still feel Erik's lips lingering behind as he moves. Some people might lose sensation after a few moments, for Charles this is everything that he can feel, so it stays.
He licks his lips in anticipation and this is essentially as much going down on him as Erik can do, so it still gives him a thrill. Sensitive is saying the least. Charles moans and arches his back a little into it, mixing his pleasure into Erik's mind so he knows he likes it. ]
Just like that, love. [ He murmurs, one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder.] I used to picture you on your knees.
[ Erik doesn't respond right away, but at this point it's futile to deny it, when he seems all too eager to do whatever Charles tells him to. Feeding that ego really might be a dangerous game here, but that Erik's keen to please Charles and make him happy in the ways that he can is undeniable at this point. ]
That depends on what you tell me to do. You are rather bossy, you know.
[ Said with a smirk, as he looks up to meet Charles's gaze. He finds it rather amusing, and undeniably arousing. Maybe that's part of why he's so quick to do as told.
Just giving Charles this kind of attention is already exciting, but the sounds Charles makes, the pleasure that he spills into Erik's mind, it serves to further fuel his arousal, and he lets out a low, heated hum of his own, not letting up. His hips shift, his position not really ideal for him to reach down and touch himself but he seeks the friction of the bed instead, idle relief while his attention is almost entirely on Charles. He drags his tongue over the same nipple again, then latches his lips there, still gentle but more pressing than the light touch from before. He breaks away so he can speak again, though his lips still ghost against sensitive skin, his thumb brushing idly over the so-far ignored nipple. ]
I do remember a conversation about me prostrating myself at your feet. Is that what you were imagining, then?
[ It definitely was what Erik was picturing. His mind sure went places during that little exchange. ]
I am. Mostly because I can feel how eager you are to do what I say.
[ Charles is generally bossy, he would be doing it regardless, but he's being very precise with his requests based on what would please him, and he thinks Erik specifically would like to do to please him. It is feeding his ego but it's not only that, part of this is about what Erik likes to do, and stroking his ego is apparently a turn-on too. They're learning this about each other as they go.
He was not kidding about being sensitive. The smallest brush of a touch is enough for him but Erik's tongue is on him and he sighs, arching his back where it can move up into Erik's mouth. He groans when his other nipple gets attention, feeling all of it shake through him at the same time. He can't get the vantage point that he'd like to see Erik's body or him getting hard again, but he floods him with desire on purpose.]
Yes. On your hands and knees, begging me.
[ Whether that was for sex or for absolution, it's more Erik bowing to him that's the point of it. And it's an ego trip but it is also about giving mercy and forgiveness and flooding Erik with his love and acceptance. Taking power from someone so powerful and giving it back to him. He knows all too well the game they're playing with power but that it's a joint endeavor and Charles smiles, reaching through Erik's hair to his chin.
He tilts his head up at him away from his nipples, caressing his cheek lovingly, brushing his thumb against his lip.]
You are so beautiful. Come up here?
[ This is asked more than ordered, he's feeling sweet now, blue eyes soft. He does tug a little at his chin to encourage him to follow the request, and his other hand pulls at his bicep to try to move him. He doesn't have the strength to do that to Erik, but he can entice him.]
I want you to use my body to rut against. Let me touch you, but first.
[ Charles wet his own hand the last time but now he puts his hand up against Erik's mouth in silent request for him to do the honors this time. He wants to feel his tongue all over his palm.]
[ Erik isn't going to deny it, because he really can't. He's shown already how eager he is to do what Charles tells him to do, not even questioning a single demand before he's leaping straight into it, so it would be pointless to claim otherwise. It shouldn't be so surprising that Charles likes to take the lead; he just finds it a little amusing, is all, but most of all incredibly arousing.
His thumb rolls in a circle over the nub, another low hum while his mouth keeps working the same sensitive spot. When he pulls back, it's just so he can move to Charles's other nipple, laving it with the same kind of attention, just for a shorter period of time because soon after Charles is coaxing him to look up at him. Which he does, of course.
That Charles of all people is calling him beautiful is almost funny, considering how absolutely stunning Charles himself looks right now. His head tilts just enough to press a quick kiss to Charles's wrist, then he does just as told (again), climbing up on the bed until he's at eye level with Charles, his hips slotted comfortably against Charles's. That feels infinitely better than the mattress.
He looks between Charles's hand and his face for a second, eyebrows raising only slightly, but not a single word of complaint. Far from it, if the way his pupils widen is anything to go by. Long fingers wrap gently around Charles's wrist, thumb pressed over his pulse point, head tipping so he can just brush his cheek and lips against his palm. ]
You're absolutely stunning right now.
[ Said just as he parts his lips and drags his tongue across Charles's palm, pointedly up the length of his fingers and sucking on the the tips for a little while. He eventually goes back down to lapping up the whole of Charles's palm and fingers, he just really needed to do that. ]
[ Charles enjoyed nipple play before it was the only stimulation he really got so now it is even more like a livewire of sensation for him. He feels overwhelmed from the touch of Erik's hot mouth and tongue and it's wonderful, but it really is getting him hungry for more. They're both eager for a second go now which Charles is only too happy to step into Erik's mind again and send him waves of want.
Oh yes, Erik looking down at him like this, their hips together, their faces level, is exactly what Charles was looking for. He can feel how good it is to have their bodies locked like this and even if he cannot get hard underneath Erik, he's not getting in his head about it this time. He'll be able to feel Erik rut against him and how it feels for him, it'll be enough.
Charles probably does look fetching at the moment, with his eyes even bluer with lust and focus swirling in them, and a healthy flush in his face from arousal. Erik looks powerful and sensual over him and he smiles.]
There is nothing in this world I want more than you, Erik.
[ Erik's tongue all over his hand is exactly as sexual as he expected it to be, the sucking on the tips making him think of how it felt to have his lips wrapped around Erik's cock. He sends that memory of how he looked doing it to Erik to share that line of thinking and he moves his now perfectly wet hand down to wrap around said perfect cock.
The weight of it feels amazing in his hand and he sets a very slow tempo at first, simply enjoying the experience of rubbing him from tip to stem, taking his time to really feel the drag of it. ]
Did you used to fantasize about me touching you like this? [ Charles uses his grip on Erik's jaw to pull him down for a sweet brush of their lips together.] Tell me how you like it.
[ It does feel wonderful. Erik doesn't even think of it as 'good enough', it's just good in its own right, even with the limitations they might face here. He's undeniably aroused, and he feels Charles's pleasure pouring into his own mind— it's different than a physical manifestation, but it's no less for it. If anything it feels all the more intense, with how closely linked their minds are like this.
His free hand brushes through Charles's hair, even while he coats his palm thoroughly, reluctant to let go but not putting up a fight when Charles moves his hand away and sinks it down between them. He knows where it's headed, of course, but he still lets out a moan when he feels those fingers curling around his girth, hips rocking faintly in encouragement, moving just enough to give Charles the space he needs to touch him. ]
All too often, [ He murmurs, warm and sweet against Charles's lips, tipping his head down to kiss him properly, however brief. ] In the car... at one of the motels. I wasn't, ah... very picky about where it happened.
[ He just wanted Charles's hands on him. He wanted his own hands all over Charles, too. It was a nearly herculean effort, the way he managed to stop himself. ]
Just like this, [ He says softly, reaching down so he can adjust Charles's wrist, guiding his thumb so it presses just below the crown at the tip of his cock, a soft gasp when Charles's fingers squeeze around him just right. ] God, Charles...
[ Charles always felt like Erik's mind was addictive for him. From the first time that he threw himself into it, he learned all about a man so different from him, different from any person he'd ever met. It was difficult to stay out of his mind from then because there was something about it that drew him in. Sinking back into it that first day they met was like coming home. Charles is consuming his thoughts and feelings and sharing his own, and there is no one else he would do this with.
It was a good thing that Charles did ultimately stay out of Erik's mind outside of when he asked explicit permission though. If he read anything about Erik fantasizing about him, it would be over. He moans at the same time Erik does when he feels his own hand. He can picture Erik doing this on his own, desperate the same way that he was.
He leans up into the kiss and deepens it, caressing their tongues together as his fingers slide up onto Erik's shoulder, nails digging into his skin a little. Charles adjusts his hand to Erik's request and strokes him more steadily now, faster and firmly, keeping his thumb in that space and then using it to curl around the inside of the tip, massaging it lightly.]
In the shower, I'd picture you rubbing against me just like this, covering me with your scent and come. That you could taste yourself on my skin afterward and smell you on me the next day.
[ He kisses him again, this time more intensely as he arches his back toward him, only the top half but it's still there, pushing up against Erik's body.]
[ In all fairness, Erik wouldn't need to adjust Charles's touch. For one, he's in his mind so he could easily read just how Erik likes to be touched. More importantly, it's Charles touching him, so he really could do just about anything and Erik would still be overwhelmed by it.
Just as he is now, between the stroke of Charles's hand, the heat coming from their kiss, and the presence of his mind in Erik's own. Then Charles adds to that by painting that rather vivid picture in his mind, and he lets out a shuddered moan, kiss breaking momentarily, only to dive back in with added intensity while his hand grips Charles's arm just a little tighter. How often had he thought of Charles while in the shower— how often had he imagined him in there with him? ]
We can make all of that a reality, now.
[ He doesn't need the encouragement but welcomes it nonetheless. His hips were already moving to meet the strokes of Charles's hand, but he adjust slightly now, knees slipping between Charles's legs, gently nudging them aside and settling between them. Charles may not feel it directly, but through Erik's mind he can feel how much he adores the contact, just getting to be near him. He slides one hand down Charles's side, hooking it around his hip, drawing it up slowly and with some reticence, their gazes meeting as if wordlessly asking Charles whether he is alright with it. ]
[ Charles takes in a deep breath when they momentarily part lips so he can meet Erik with plenty of breath in his lungs for their next intense one. He doesn't want to stop kissing him, he is addicted to his lips, his taste. His body heat is also appealing, he wants to get him sweaty and see it bead on his skin because of making love to him. Charles is a clean person but he likes a mess when it comes to sex, he likes letting go of his prissy ways.
He drags his other hand down Erik's back and it's not the easiest angle but he manages to grab his ass forwardly. He squeezes it tightly when Erik parts his legs for him, encouraging him to fill in the space between his legs and press in against him. Charles does feel that Erik likes the contact and is enjoying their skin to skin contact, and he likes it too. No barriers between them at all now.
There is maybe a tiny moment of hesitation when Erik hooks his leg but he doesn't say anything or stop it. It's more a frustration on his part because there's little he'd enjoy more than wrapping his legs around Erik's trim hips and holding him close. But if it gives Erik a better position to rock against him and get that grind, he's not going to stop him.]
Erik, come on, pound me into the mattress.
[ He can't do it inside of him but he can use the pressure and weight to do it just fine as is too. Charles wants to feel held down but also sheltered, he wants Erik to be everywhere around him. His hand moves quickly on his skin although each time he gets to the tip he caresses his thumb under the tip or now he strokes it on top of it, along the slit. He wants some of the precum to spread on the rest of Erik.]
[ It would be a lie if Erik said he wouldn't prefer Charles being able to wrap his legs around him too, but as that's not a possibility for them, it's not a thought that he lingers on. He loves what he can still have, and it doesn't feel lacking, the only thing he may regret is that Charles can't have this feeling too. Well, not the way he should, at least. He can still sense it through Erik's mind, it just might be strange to adapt to that different perspective.
Erik doesn't move him much, only a gentle tug, allowing him to shift closer and sink his weight down on top of him. The press of his hips is coupled with a low groan spilled into the kiss, lips parting wider and tongue diving into Charles's mouth, hungrier for the taste of him once he starts rutting against him, at a steady but heated pace, the grind of his hips making Charles shift a little on the mattress.
His arousal is quick to rise, but he's starting to learn that's always going to be the case, with Charles. Especially with the way he touches him, and the things he says. God, the mouth on him, Erik could come just hearing him be filthy every time. ]
I want to hear your voice. Hear you say my name. [ Say, whisper, moan, Erik isn't picky. He loves Charles's voice in his head but it's something else entirely to hear it out loud, note any shifts from how affected he might be from all of this. Erik breaks the kiss, panting for each breath, but still dragging his mouth hungrily down Charles's neck, fingers gripping his leg tighter as his hips rock a little harder, grinding into the squeeze of Charles's hand on his cock. ] Let me hear you.
[ Charles can't feel him rut directly but he can feel it through him, but also the rest of his body is enjoying it all the same. He likes the weight of Erik on him, he likes the way he's rocking against him. He likes feeling his lover working up a sweat by enjoying himself using Charles and taking what he needs. It's glorious and his brain is full of so many endorphins he's officially stopped thinking about what they could be doing instead and focused on the pleasure they are currently experiencing.
Charles does linger deeper into Erik's mind and digs in because it has been awhile since he got to experience an erection and he's grateful for the chance to again. He feels sexy too, looking on the other side of being in Erik rutting against his body, lusting after Charles so openly. He's panting out of the kiss with Erik despite not being the one needing to be out of breath, but he feels it like it's his own.]
Erik. My love.
[ Charles says his name like it's a caress. His hand is doing the job his heel would ordinarily, holding onto Erik's ass and pulling him in, feeling the ripple of his muscles as he rocks into Charles with abandon. Charles tilts his head back to give Erik full access to his neck, and he is far from quiet. He moans loudly, breaths coming in sharp and short, completely lost in how it feels to be caught up in Erik Lehnsherr.
His hand smooths Erik's precum onto the rest of him so his fingers are fully slick now, letting him move faster, tightening his grip at the same time. Charles cycles the pleasure between them until they're both experiencing it as one, the rise and fall of his smooth hand with Erik's thrusting against his body, his feelings mixed with Erik's, all together.]
Come on me. [ If Erik wants to hear him say hot words in his own voice, he's more than happy to oblige.] I want the scent and taste of you on my skin, Erik, I want to be doing ordinary things and picture you just like this.
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All the hope in the world can't fully push away trauma and while Charles has come a long way, the loss of Erik and Raven and his legs wasn't a simple one to get past. He tries but some part of him will hold onto that pain and he wants to push forward. He is doing so by grasping onto this all of him. But just as he finds he didn't mind hearing Erik say he loves him out loud, it turns out hearing his reassurance also helps.
Charles's eyes water as he looks back at Erik and that love he feels is both beautiful and painful. Fear is no small part of him right now but he isn't letting it stop him. ]
I know we shouldn't look backward, but I'm just so angry at all the foolish mistakes we made. [ Not only Erik. Charles is including himself, he is far from perfect.] We wasted so much time. [ Little does he know that is a regret their future selves held too, at the end.]
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But they have one another, and facing all of this together will still be better than having to do it all on their own. Maybe back in their world, they would have to do so. Charles back at the mansion, Erik hiding under another identity. Who knows if they would have ever even seen each other again. But here they have each other to rely on, it already makes things infinitely better. ]
Don't think that way. [ Don't cry, please. That very nearly makes Erik's eyes fill with tears too, sucking in a breath. ] Just think of the time we have ahead. All of the things we can have now.
[ Erik has never been one to look back with that kind of regret. They can't go back and change how everything went down, but they can learn from it, make it all different. He doesn't like to think of it as time wasted, when to him every minute he gets to have with Charles will always feel like a precious gift. ]
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He just doesn't want to hurt anymore. He knows he's not the only one, that Erik has hurt too, but it did lay over his shoulders for years, making him less of the man he was. Charles has come a long way since coming here, but he's not recovered fully. And this may help with that, because it is giving something he thought he had to live without.
He smiles weakly at Erik and lets out a watery laugh.]
Look at you, being the optimist.
[ The one who apparently can see the time they have ahead and everything they can do together, rather than Charles who is dragging his heels in the past. In a way they've swapped positions, with Erik before having been so dragged down by Shaw and his past, and Charles always excited about what comes next.]
I love you, Erik.
[ He pulls Erik into a deep kiss the seal the way he feels and shares it between their bond, the brightness of his love mixed with the pain he feels, but can overcome. His arm slides around Erik's neck, fingers into his hair, as he kisses him like the first time.]
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His own smile is warmer, immensely fond, a soft hum escaping him. ]
Maybe you've rubbed off on me.
[ But it is good, the reversal. They work because they're similar in some things, and opposite in others, and it all balances out. So if Charles is struggling now, he can certainly be the voice of optimism, seeing a brighter path ahead for them both. Hold onto hope, rather than the past.
Much like Charles, he wouldn't need to hear those words said aloud, but his heard skips nonetheless at hearing them, gaze bright and warm, love spilling from every crease in his smile. He tips his head down to return the kiss with equal love and tenderness, his arm winding fully around Charles's waist to bring him up and closer to him. ]
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I certainly did, didn't I?
[ How can he resist making a dirty joke when they're (mostly) naked in bed together? It's also to signal that he's going to attempt to leave his melancholy behind. It's still there but Charles would rather keep kissing him at the moment, sliding into his mind once again to share his warmth and affection.
He lets Erik tug him close and since he's in his mind he decides that he doesn't like the feeling of fabric against Erik's bare body. He wants skin to skin and while he hesitated before because of his own insecurities, it's really a pointless endeavor. He's not going to bend on the carrying any time soon but Charles can make some concessions.]
Help me take off my pants, will you, love?
[ Unfortunately they have to stop kissing to do that but it'll be rewarding afterward. Charles still feels strange about it but he undoes them. He can't exactly help finagle them off him with a shimmy of his hips or anything given the situation so he'll let Erik handle it.]
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Incorrigible.
[ He sounds fond, even in his own mind, comfortable with Charles's presence in there again. He pulls from the kiss, for a moment surprised by the request, if only because he didn't quite expect Charles to change his mind on that tonight. Far be it from him to complain, however.
With a quick peck to his nose, Erik pulls away so he can kneel on the bed, next to Charles. Trying to do this while lying down was only going to make it awkward and that much more difficult, but like this he's able to get his hands on the waistband and properly tug them down Charles's legs, adjusting him as needed so they come out smoothly. The underwear is far easier to rid of, but he still gives Charles a glance, just to be sure that he is comfortable before he gets that off of him too.
He leans down to press a kiss to Charles's stomach, pushing both items of clothing to the foot of the bed. He takes a moment just to look at Charles before he moves on the bed again to lie down beside him, still searching his eyes. ]
Feeling alright?
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He lets out a breath he was holding when it's over and Erik's lips touch his stomach, letting his fingers tangle into his hair lightly when he does. Their minds are intertwined enough that Erik can probably note the variety of feelings coming from Charles right then are a complicated mix.
He turns toward Erik and pulls him close again so they're right up against each other. He can't feel it but through Erik he is pleased at the sensation of skin against skin, so it was worth it. It feels much more complete this way, so there is a touch of satisfaction felt from him after that. ]
My own hangups.
[ Charles admits without brushing it off. They both know that's the problem here. ]
This would be a very good time for you to say something flattering.
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Now I feel rather put on the spot.
[ Not that it seems a deterrent, the words said more with a touch of amusement than anything else. ]
You're absolutely perfect. [ He tips his head down to brush his lips over Charles's, his own bias clearly coloring those words, but he doesn't give a damn. ] The most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on.
[ It's not that he's unaware or doesn't understand what Charles struggles with, with his disability. But to him, it truly doesn't matter. When he looks at Charles it's not the disability he sees, he just sees the gorgeous man he adores, and the beautiful body he's wanted to see bare and pressed against his own for so long. It doesn't matter if intimacy looks different to them. It doesn't feel incomplete, if anything it's all the more intense when he can feel Charles's own mind in his. Couldn't possibly get closer than that. ]
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He laughs and doesn't argue about how he obviously is far from perfect, because he's going to soak in the compliment regardless. Erik can't lie to him when in his head like this so he is very satisfied with what he hears. It goes both ways, he too thinks Erik is a perfect male specimen in terms of physical attractiveness. He's been obsessed with him since they met. He's told him how gorgeous he is.]
And you want me more than anyone in the world.
[ Charles prompts with a grin and he lays on his back, tugging Erik to try and persuade him to slide on top of him. He explains in his head he just wants to feel the weight on him, he's thought about it before. He wants to feel through Erik's mind all of them rubbing up against each other from top to bottom. He slides his hands up Erik's chest to hook them around his neck.]
And you've loved me all this time.
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The following statements get a soft laugh from him, and he lets Charles direct him to where he wants him, still adjusting a little before he's shifting to settle on top of Charles, hip to hip, elbows sinking to the mattress to at least keep his upper weight propped up. ]
At this point your ego's going to swell up enough that we won't get it past that door.
[ But he doesn't deny Charles that. Can't, when it makes him smile like that, when it makes him look this happy. He leans down for a soft kiss, lingering, lips still hovering close while he adds. ]
I do want you more than anyone. [ Another kiss. ] And I've loved you before I even realised it. [ His tongue darts out, tasting Charles's lips. ] And you feel so damn good against me right now.
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Good, that's how it should be when I leave your bed.
[ He should have his ego filled to the brim with the attention and adoration he's fed when they're like this. That's how Charles feels about it at least, he thinks he can't get enough of Erik's affection. He does look happy, a stark contrast to when he was making himself sad before, and he kisses Erik back, smiling the whole time.]
I do, don't I?
[ It turns out it was well worth getting past his ego on this issue. He tilts his head back, running his nails lightly up Erik's chest to tangle one hand in his hair lightly.]
Kiss my neck. I might not feel anything below my waist but I can feel everything above.
[ Charles has zero trouble with telling Erik exactly what he should be doing. He doesn't think Erik will argue with his bossiness. He wants to get showered in Erik's appreciation and his body is quite sensitive everywhere that can be felt. He hasn't gotten any attention for all this time, he could enjoy a little more of that.]
You are the sexiest person I've ever seen. My beautiful Erik.
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Charles won't need to ask him to touch him either, physical contact being something Erik likes rather a lot with him. More and more, he's finding, and he can certainly touch every bit of skin where Charles can feel it. He would even touch more, frankly, but that would be more for himself than anything, and he wants Charles to feel good above all else.
He shifts his weight just so, weight propped on just one elbow, freeing his other hand to brush through Charles's hair. He coaxes him to tip his head back, then dips down to latch his lips onto his neck, kissing as much as licking, a light, playful drag of teeth against skin. His hand continues on a path of its own, thumb tracing down Charles's throat, palm brushing over a pectoral, fingers hooked under his armpit before skimming as low as Charles can feel it, then back up, tracing over his stomach. ]
You taste so good, [ He murmurs against Charles's skin. Even off the road and not having had time to shower, Erik doesn't care. He could get hooked on the taste and feeling of Charles's skin against his tongue. ] I'll kiss you anywhere you want.
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Charles tips his head back as requested and shivers at the first touch on his skin, the sensation rippling through him. He hasn't been touched in so long. He could spend hours in someone's bed just soaking in their hands and lips in the past, and he's getting a taste for that again. The teeth on his skin gets a soft moan and he threads fingers in Erik's hair. He lets him do whatever he wants, basking in it.]
No I don't. [ Charles chuckles.] I didn't shower, I didn't think I'd be naked with you today.
[ He probably doesn't smell that badly; enough that it's clear he was on the road for awhile before giving up and coming back. Charles is fastidious otherwise, he likes to be clean and proper. His wipe off before coming here was likely better than anyone else would do, it's just not what he would want going into someone's bed. Alas, no turning it back now.]
Nipples, Erik. Gently at first, they're sensitive.
[ They are the part of him most obviously stimulated by their intimacy and sexual exploration. Charles would rather Erik get there on his own but maybe he's eager to feel those lips close in on them. He's in Erik's mind, sharing his thrill.]
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Shut up, [ He mutters fondly, chuckling against Charles's neck. ] I like what I like.
[ In all fairness he would find the scent of him intoxicating either way. It would take a lot for him to think otherwise, and Charles would never let himself get to such a point, really. There's just something different in the scent that comes from the sweat of his day out on the road, and it's definitely not a bad smell. Erik likes it, he'll not take further arguments.
Teeth brush over Charles's neck one last time, then he draws his lips away, shooting Charles a far too amused glance at the demanding tone in his voice. He wiggles a little further down on the bed, humming at the friction against Charles and the bed beneath them, pressing light kisses on the way down until he can reach Charles's nipples. His tongue drags carefully over one of them, wetting the flesh, immediately followed by him blowing a breath against it. ]
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[ Charles clocked that right away given how quickly Erik seems to give into every one of his demands with enthusiasm. It's why he doesn't mind being bossy because it seems to be something Erik enjoy, whether it's because it turns him on, or he likes Charles getting what he wants. Maybe all of the above. He knows that Erik does not like being ordered around by anyone else though, which does make it a little hot that it's Charles-specific. And not surprising, given their dynamic, and their past.
Charles likes it too, especially because it's Erik, and it has that ego boost. He keps brushing his fingers through Erik's hair in a comfortable almost pet, enjoying the lasting touch of the teeth on his skin. He can still feel Erik's lips lingering behind as he moves. Some people might lose sensation after a few moments, for Charles this is everything that he can feel, so it stays.
He licks his lips in anticipation and this is essentially as much going down on him as Erik can do, so it still gives him a thrill. Sensitive is saying the least. Charles moans and arches his back a little into it, mixing his pleasure into Erik's mind so he knows he likes it. ]
Just like that, love. [ He murmurs, one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder.] I used to picture you on your knees.
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That depends on what you tell me to do. You are rather bossy, you know.
[ Said with a smirk, as he looks up to meet Charles's gaze. He finds it rather amusing, and undeniably arousing. Maybe that's part of why he's so quick to do as told.
Just giving Charles this kind of attention is already exciting, but the sounds Charles makes, the pleasure that he spills into Erik's mind, it serves to further fuel his arousal, and he lets out a low, heated hum of his own, not letting up. His hips shift, his position not really ideal for him to reach down and touch himself but he seeks the friction of the bed instead, idle relief while his attention is almost entirely on Charles. He drags his tongue over the same nipple again, then latches his lips there, still gentle but more pressing than the light touch from before. He breaks away so he can speak again, though his lips still ghost against sensitive skin, his thumb brushing idly over the so-far ignored nipple. ]
I do remember a conversation about me prostrating myself at your feet. Is that what you were imagining, then?
[ It definitely was what Erik was picturing. His mind sure went places during that little exchange. ]
he's a monster erik beware
[ Charles is generally bossy, he would be doing it regardless, but he's being very precise with his requests based on what would please him, and he thinks Erik specifically would like to do to please him. It is feeding his ego but it's not only that, part of this is about what Erik likes to do, and stroking his ego is apparently a turn-on too. They're learning this about each other as they go.
He was not kidding about being sensitive. The smallest brush of a touch is enough for him but Erik's tongue is on him and he sighs, arching his back where it can move up into Erik's mouth. He groans when his other nipple gets attention, feeling all of it shake through him at the same time. He can't get the vantage point that he'd like to see Erik's body or him getting hard again, but he floods him with desire on purpose.]
Yes. On your hands and knees, begging me.
[ Whether that was for sex or for absolution, it's more Erik bowing to him that's the point of it. And it's an ego trip but it is also about giving mercy and forgiveness and flooding Erik with his love and acceptance. Taking power from someone so powerful and giving it back to him. He knows all too well the game they're playing with power but that it's a joint endeavor and Charles smiles, reaching through Erik's hair to his chin.
He tilts his head up at him away from his nipples, caressing his cheek lovingly, brushing his thumb against his lip.]
You are so beautiful. Come up here?
[ This is asked more than ordered, he's feeling sweet now, blue eyes soft. He does tug a little at his chin to encourage him to follow the request, and his other hand pulls at his bicep to try to move him. He doesn't have the strength to do that to Erik, but he can entice him.]
I want you to use my body to rut against. Let me touch you, but first.
[ Charles wet his own hand the last time but now he puts his hand up against Erik's mouth in silent request for him to do the honors this time. He wants to feel his tongue all over his palm.]
oops too bad he's in too deep already
His thumb rolls in a circle over the nub, another low hum while his mouth keeps working the same sensitive spot. When he pulls back, it's just so he can move to Charles's other nipple, laving it with the same kind of attention, just for a shorter period of time because soon after Charles is coaxing him to look up at him. Which he does, of course.
That Charles of all people is calling him beautiful is almost funny, considering how absolutely stunning Charles himself looks right now. His head tilts just enough to press a quick kiss to Charles's wrist, then he does just as told (again), climbing up on the bed until he's at eye level with Charles, his hips slotted comfortably against Charles's. That feels infinitely better than the mattress.
He looks between Charles's hand and his face for a second, eyebrows raising only slightly, but not a single word of complaint. Far from it, if the way his pupils widen is anything to go by. Long fingers wrap gently around Charles's wrist, thumb pressed over his pulse point, head tipping so he can just brush his cheek and lips against his palm. ]
You're absolutely stunning right now.
[ Said just as he parts his lips and drags his tongue across Charles's palm, pointedly up the length of his fingers and sucking on the the tips for a little while. He eventually goes back down to lapping up the whole of Charles's palm and fingers, he just really needed to do that. ]
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Oh yes, Erik looking down at him like this, their hips together, their faces level, is exactly what Charles was looking for. He can feel how good it is to have their bodies locked like this and even if he cannot get hard underneath Erik, he's not getting in his head about it this time. He'll be able to feel Erik rut against him and how it feels for him, it'll be enough.
Charles probably does look fetching at the moment, with his eyes even bluer with lust and focus swirling in them, and a healthy flush in his face from arousal. Erik looks powerful and sensual over him and he smiles.]
There is nothing in this world I want more than you, Erik.
[ Erik's tongue all over his hand is exactly as sexual as he expected it to be, the sucking on the tips making him think of how it felt to have his lips wrapped around Erik's cock. He sends that memory of how he looked doing it to Erik to share that line of thinking and he moves his now perfectly wet hand down to wrap around said perfect cock.
The weight of it feels amazing in his hand and he sets a very slow tempo at first, simply enjoying the experience of rubbing him from tip to stem, taking his time to really feel the drag of it. ]
Did you used to fantasize about me touching you like this? [ Charles uses his grip on Erik's jaw to pull him down for a sweet brush of their lips together.] Tell me how you like it.
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His free hand brushes through Charles's hair, even while he coats his palm thoroughly, reluctant to let go but not putting up a fight when Charles moves his hand away and sinks it down between them. He knows where it's headed, of course, but he still lets out a moan when he feels those fingers curling around his girth, hips rocking faintly in encouragement, moving just enough to give Charles the space he needs to touch him. ]
All too often, [ He murmurs, warm and sweet against Charles's lips, tipping his head down to kiss him properly, however brief. ] In the car... at one of the motels. I wasn't, ah... very picky about where it happened.
[ He just wanted Charles's hands on him. He wanted his own hands all over Charles, too. It was a nearly herculean effort, the way he managed to stop himself. ]
Just like this, [ He says softly, reaching down so he can adjust Charles's wrist, guiding his thumb so it presses just below the crown at the tip of his cock, a soft gasp when Charles's fingers squeeze around him just right. ] God, Charles...
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It was a good thing that Charles did ultimately stay out of Erik's mind outside of when he asked explicit permission though. If he read anything about Erik fantasizing about him, it would be over. He moans at the same time Erik does when he feels his own hand. He can picture Erik doing this on his own, desperate the same way that he was.
He leans up into the kiss and deepens it, caressing their tongues together as his fingers slide up onto Erik's shoulder, nails digging into his skin a little. Charles adjusts his hand to Erik's request and strokes him more steadily now, faster and firmly, keeping his thumb in that space and then using it to curl around the inside of the tip, massaging it lightly.]
In the shower, I'd picture you rubbing against me just like this, covering me with your scent and come. That you could taste yourself on my skin afterward and smell you on me the next day.
[ He kisses him again, this time more intensely as he arches his back toward him, only the top half but it's still there, pushing up against Erik's body.]
Use my hand and body to please yourself, Erik.
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Just as he is now, between the stroke of Charles's hand, the heat coming from their kiss, and the presence of his mind in Erik's own. Then Charles adds to that by painting that rather vivid picture in his mind, and he lets out a shuddered moan, kiss breaking momentarily, only to dive back in with added intensity while his hand grips Charles's arm just a little tighter. How often had he thought of Charles while in the shower— how often had he imagined him in there with him? ]
We can make all of that a reality, now.
[ He doesn't need the encouragement but welcomes it nonetheless. His hips were already moving to meet the strokes of Charles's hand, but he adjust slightly now, knees slipping between Charles's legs, gently nudging them aside and settling between them. Charles may not feel it directly, but through Erik's mind he can feel how much he adores the contact, just getting to be near him. He slides one hand down Charles's side, hooking it around his hip, drawing it up slowly and with some reticence, their gazes meeting as if wordlessly asking Charles whether he is alright with it. ]
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He drags his other hand down Erik's back and it's not the easiest angle but he manages to grab his ass forwardly. He squeezes it tightly when Erik parts his legs for him, encouraging him to fill in the space between his legs and press in against him. Charles does feel that Erik likes the contact and is enjoying their skin to skin contact, and he likes it too. No barriers between them at all now.
There is maybe a tiny moment of hesitation when Erik hooks his leg but he doesn't say anything or stop it. It's more a frustration on his part because there's little he'd enjoy more than wrapping his legs around Erik's trim hips and holding him close. But if it gives Erik a better position to rock against him and get that grind, he's not going to stop him.]
Erik, come on, pound me into the mattress.
[ He can't do it inside of him but he can use the pressure and weight to do it just fine as is too. Charles wants to feel held down but also sheltered, he wants Erik to be everywhere around him. His hand moves quickly on his skin although each time he gets to the tip he caresses his thumb under the tip or now he strokes it on top of it, along the slit. He wants some of the precum to spread on the rest of Erik.]
I want you all over me. I want to drip with you.
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Erik doesn't move him much, only a gentle tug, allowing him to shift closer and sink his weight down on top of him. The press of his hips is coupled with a low groan spilled into the kiss, lips parting wider and tongue diving into Charles's mouth, hungrier for the taste of him once he starts rutting against him, at a steady but heated pace, the grind of his hips making Charles shift a little on the mattress.
His arousal is quick to rise, but he's starting to learn that's always going to be the case, with Charles. Especially with the way he touches him, and the things he says. God, the mouth on him, Erik could come just hearing him be filthy every time. ]
I want to hear your voice. Hear you say my name. [ Say, whisper, moan, Erik isn't picky. He loves Charles's voice in his head but it's something else entirely to hear it out loud, note any shifts from how affected he might be from all of this. Erik breaks the kiss, panting for each breath, but still dragging his mouth hungrily down Charles's neck, fingers gripping his leg tighter as his hips rock a little harder, grinding into the squeeze of Charles's hand on his cock. ] Let me hear you.
thanks for the patience I'm back from vacay!
Charles does linger deeper into Erik's mind and digs in because it has been awhile since he got to experience an erection and he's grateful for the chance to again. He feels sexy too, looking on the other side of being in Erik rutting against his body, lusting after Charles so openly. He's panting out of the kiss with Erik despite not being the one needing to be out of breath, but he feels it like it's his own.]
Erik. My love.
[ Charles says his name like it's a caress. His hand is doing the job his heel would ordinarily, holding onto Erik's ass and pulling him in, feeling the ripple of his muscles as he rocks into Charles with abandon. Charles tilts his head back to give Erik full access to his neck, and he is far from quiet. He moans loudly, breaths coming in sharp and short, completely lost in how it feels to be caught up in Erik Lehnsherr.
His hand smooths Erik's precum onto the rest of him so his fingers are fully slick now, letting him move faster, tightening his grip at the same time. Charles cycles the pleasure between them until they're both experiencing it as one, the rise and fall of his smooth hand with Erik's thrusting against his body, his feelings mixed with Erik's, all together.]
Come on me. [ If Erik wants to hear him say hot words in his own voice, he's more than happy to oblige.] I want the scent and taste of you on my skin, Erik, I want to be doing ordinary things and picture you just like this.
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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!!