[ 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.
[ He doesn't much care about what Charles says specifically, just that he wants to hear his voice. Even if he only ended up repeating Erik's name over and over again, he still would be happy enough. That Charles adds to it with such vivid, dirty detail makes it all the better, dragging a shuddered groan from Erik, his hips rocking harder and quicker against Charles.
Both hands on him work as more than encouragement, Charles is guiding him ever closer to the edge again the more he touches him, with the eager squeeze of that hand on his ass, the drag of Charles's palm on his cock, coated in precome already. Beads trickle from the tip, onto Charles's hands and fingers, and as his mouth parts to let out another moan, he drags his tongue up the column of Charles's throat, tasting the salt in his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
Charles is wrong, for the record. He tastes heavenly, Erik will take no arguments.
It is not long before Charles is guiding him right to where he wants him, pushed to the precipice and over it a second time. His pace less restrained now, all but fucking Charles into the mattress when he comes, spilling onto his stomach and undoubtedly making a complete mess of him. He grips Charles tightly to him, wanting him close as possible, lips parted and breath hot as he moans through his orgasm, mouth trailing closer to Charles's ear just so he can murmur his name as soon as he's able to form a single coherent thought. That single coherent thought just happens to be Charles, and nothing else. ]
[ Charles uses words in so many ways skillfully, to entreat or to scold or to inspire, but his tongue twists now with suggestive words and inspiration. He's a talker no matter what he's doing, and Erik's going to get used to how he says in that proper British accent very dirty things to him. Erik's already proven to get very turned on by it, so Charles will only get worse from here.
It does feel as close to being fucked into the mattress as he can get and Charles absolutely loves it. His eagerness to feel consumed and covered by Erik is intense and he groans as Erik's tongue caresses his neck.]
Yes, more, god Erik, please.
[ Charles is already a mess considering the sweat and precum is on him and he is eager to get more of it. He purposely aims his cock where he wants him to release onto his stomach, pumping him through his orgasm until he's fully spilled onto his skin as requested. For someone who is very clean and well put together ordinarily, at least these days he is back to his prissy ways, the fact he likes to be filthy in bed is a contrast that turns him on. He'll eventually want to clean up but for now he is deeply satisfied.
He is fully focused on Erik's body and sensations toward the end because he feels as needy about release as he is, moaning and holding tightly to Erik at the same time. He feels the rush of ecstasy like it's his own and feels light-headed, feverish, shaking as it electrifies his mind and a little bit of his own body.
His hand releases his ass to run up his back and into his hair, encouraging his head up so he can try to get past the angle to kiss Erik tenderly. Charles never thought he'd have any kind of sex again, and for it to be with his truest love, it's life-changing. He lets go of Erik's cock and wipes his dirty fingers off on his own chest, spreading more of it.]
Getting me out of your bed is going to be difficult at this point.
[ The way Charles lets go like this is certainly part of the appeal, not just the words he speaks only for Erik to hear, but the clear desire to be left a complete mess. A sentiment Erik shares completely, which is why he didn't hesitate to kiss Charles just moments after he'd come in his mouth, and he doesn't even think to shift away at all right now.
Even the air around them feels warm, his skin tingling with the aftershocks of his pleasure, his closed eyes only heightening that lingering sensation. His head tips up and when Charles finds his lips, he returns the kiss eagerly, just as warm and fond, yet entirely overwhelmed. His hips shift to settle his weight more comfortably once Charles lets go of him, and if it means he ends up stained with his own come, then so be it.
Charles's words draw a slow, lazy grin from him, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips while fingers brush gently through Charles's hair. ]
Mm, what a terrible predicament. Whatever shall I do?
[ At the moment he doesn't want anything more than for Charles to stay right where he is, so no complaints whatsoever. ]
[ Erik is heavy but he shifts his weight in a way that won't start to hurt, which is good because Charles isn't in a hurry to get him off entirely. But even he can get weighed down eventually. Instead they can still end up twined together like this and he sighs happily into Erik's mouth, kissing him slowly and sweetly. He feels just as much like he had two wonderful orgasms back to back and it's a little like being drunk mentally, he's giddy and relaxed.
They're both a mess between sweat and come and once it gets too sticky, Charles will get Erik to clean them off, but for now, he's happy. He chuckles when Erik does and nuzzles his head toward Erik's hand when he touches his hair, liking the feel of his fingers between his thick strands. ]
Stay like this, make up for lost time. Maybe finally have dinner.
[ Charles grins and twines both hands up over Erik's shoulders to lock at his neck, guiding him back down for another lingering kiss. He's never going to be tired of having access to his lips. ]
To think you ended up so easy to seduce.
[ Charles teases in his head because he's far too busy kissing Erik to speak it out loud right now. He's indulging himself.]
[ He doesn't plan on staying like this for long, but the closeness right now feels warm and a little addictive, and Erik can at least manage to balance his weight so it's not resting completely on top of Charles. He'll shift in a moment. Besides, they'll both need to clean up eventually, because as soon as soon as their brains stop swimming in chemicals, they'll undoubtedly be feeling sticky and uncomfortable. ]
We're going to need more than one night.
[ If they're making up for lost time, that is. Luckily Erik has every intention of making that a reality, and he knows it's the same for Charles. So long as it's within his control not to leave— but he's actively not thinking of that possibility. This moment right now is too precious for him to let it be ruined by those creeping thoughts.
He doesn't pull from the kiss when Charles's thought slips into his head, but his lips curl into a grin, and he lets out a soft laugh, tilting his head and pressing back in a moment after. ]
Please, like I'm the only one who's easy.
[ There's no point in denying it at this point really, Charles wouldn't have even needed to ask him for that first kiss. Erik just wanted absolute confirmation that an advance from him would be welcome. ]
We'll have all the nights we can get, Erik. [ He runs his fingers through Erik's hair, tilting his head back so their eyes can meet.] You are my forever. You've always been.
[ Charles is not saying he wants to let them settle in and see how it goes because he thinks they're not meant for each other. That, in his opinion, is fact. The way they met, the relationship they formed, the perfect peace he felt when he was with Erik, it made him certain that this was someone he was meant to be with. A terribly romantic notion, but it's been an unspoken romance for a long time. He knows where he stands, where they stand, now that they're together.
It sounds as if despite all their time apart and their violent and bitter days, their connection has gone no where. Erik said it himself. He is thinking of all the things they can have now.
He laughs into Erik's mouth too and breaks away from the ongoing makeout that he inspired. He's still a little out of breath from sex and then his incapability of letting those lips be without his own.]
I was thinking of kissing you on the bloody plane to Paris, Erik. After we were yelling at each other. I'm as easy as you can get.
[ His grin turns into more of a fond smile, fingers still carding through Charles's hair, gaze locked with his. He always felt like he could drown in those eyes, and that feels truer now than ever before. ]
I like that.
[ Having all the nights, being each other's forever. In a way, Erik knew that's what they always were, something that ran much deeper than friendship, and to him, impossible to explain when he'd never once allowed anyone to get that close to him. Maybe a fear of what he didn't know also held him back from taking a risk. He never thought it would hurt so much to turn his back on what they might have had, not until he actually threw it all away.
That he gets to have it now feels like a miracle, and something that somewhere deep down he still doesn't know that he really deserves. That's not something he's thinking of right now, though, so immersed in the high of their pleasure and the warmth of their love that he could not possibly care for anything else right now. ]
Well, I wanted to kiss you after you punched me in the face, so.
[ Not saying he enjoyed that necessarily. But it was kind of hot. ]
[ Charles would disagree. He thinks Erik deserves far better than his life has been so far. He spent the majority of his life suffering and traumatized, and with a level of loss and pain that Charles himself cannot understand outside of what he's absorbed through his empathy. He's seen everything that Erik is, parts of him that even Erik doesn't know about, and he loves him.
But that doesn't mean trust is automatically back between them. Not fully. Charles sees Erik for what he is and all of his flaws as well as his good parts. He can have sex with him and want to be with him, and still need time to fully trust and forgive him. He already begged him not to leave again, he's not sure he believes him fully yet. This will help though, them being so honest with each other finally. Nothing hidden between them, not that it was much of a secret.]
If we were alone, I might have.
[ Too public, Peter and Logan literally standing there, the situation in danger. Charles was feeling a whole lot of things all at once and struggling with laying eyes on Erik since he left with Raven. Kissing him was one of those things he was feeling, like he was desperate to have his hands on him, even if it was to strangle him.]
I can't really explain it, I feel like my heart's been pointed at you since the moment we met. At my most romantic and ridiculous, I started believing in love at first sight and meant to be.
[ Charles isn't sure that either of them can explain it. Their obsession with each other is consuming and specific. It would have to be something irrationally romantic to supersede all the reasons that he shouldn't want to be with Erik. Everything bad that is between them. He isn't ready to tell anyone because he doesn't know yet what he'll say. He loves him despite the wheelchair, despite the violence? Yet holding onto Erik right now, breathing in his air, he does. Nothing else matters to him and his thudding heart.]
I should have had sex with you. [ Charles frames his face with his hands, piercing blue eyes on him.] You would have never left me if we had this.
[ He sounds sure because he is. He knows Erik better than anyone. To leave Charles after this, it would have taken someone far crueller. No matter what they disagreed on, the love they're allowed to feel between them now is more than it.]
You won't leave me now. I'm going to have so much sex with you.
[ That's something he can accept, and understand. Charles did state the moment they reunited that salvaging whatever they had was not so easy, and some actions can't just be erased. Erik doesn't want to erase them, either. He knows the mistakes he's made, just as he knows the bad things that he's done yet still doesn't regret. Some of it was necessary, in his mind he still believes that. The rest was... anger, pain, grief all rolled into one, and Erik letting that supersede everything that he'd gotten that was even remotely good in his life.
That is a nice thought to indulge in. A scenario where it was only the two of them when they reunited. Somehow he doubts Charles wouldn't still go for that sucker punch, but Erik also would have not stopped a kiss if that was what followed. It would have probably ended up a whole other kind of mess. This is... better. ]
I didn't even have to lay my eyes on you. You were in my head even before then.
[ Quite literally, too. That first contact, sudden and unexpected, felt overwhelming in every sense, and Erik wonders if it was a bond that was created just then, or if what he felt in that moment was conclusive evidence that soulmates are a real, tangible concept he'd never entertained before. So, maybe Charles wasn't the only one being excessively romantic and ridiculous.
He rests his hand over Charles's, expression struggling for a moment, nowhere near as certain of that as Charles himself is. He wishes he could be as sure as Charles is of that, but he really doesn't know how it would have all played out. He remembers still how determined he was to get to Shaw, how willing he was to sacrifice anything to kill him. He knows that being any closer to Charles wouldn't have changed his mind on that. The consequences of his own actions might have only become all the more catastrophic after that. He may have only ended up hurting Charles even more.
He's pulled from those thoughts with that last remark, drawing a soft chuckle from him. He tilts his head so he can press a kiss to Charles's palm, then his wrist. ]
I'll hold you to that.
[ Resting that hand back on his cheek, his own fingers trace along Charles's jaw, knuckles brushing against his temple. ]
You know that doesn't actually matter to me.
[ He does like that they're able to have sex, obviously, but Erik wouldn't have been any less serious about this even if they weren't. Them being physically intimate isn't a determining factor on whether or not he stays. ]
[ As long as they both give each other space to deal with their emotions with time while also having this, they should be fine. Charles isn't in denial that this is complicated for him. That Erik in general is complicated. Loving him is easy, living with him and everything else between them is harder. The point is the main thing holding them back, an enormous amount of unresolved sexual tension, has been released. That takes one obstacle away from their happiness.
And Charles does feel happy right now. Happier than he has since Erik and Raven left him. Erik can feel it floating from him into his mind, this lightness that has been stifled for so long. He can talk about foolish things like kissing Erik after punching him, or the idea of love at first sight, and while he's making fun of the concept, he also feels it to his core. ]
Your beautiful, beautiful mind.
[ To anyone else it was probably not. There were so many jagged edges and harsh lines, a twisted tense amount of grief and fury wrapped up. It was one of the darkest and saddest minds he'd ever touched, he didn't know a human mind could be that suffering and yet that strong. Erik was in the midst of his fury and despair trying to pull the sub even at the end of his life. But as Charles ran through his mind to understand what he was doing and pull him out, he threaded through Erik's mind like his hands through his hair, he felt through it all.
He'd never gone that deeply into anyone's mind. It was also the way that Erik said he thought he was alone, desperate, broken, and a touch hopeful.]
I wanted to give you everything you never had.
[ Love and hope and beauty and belief. He saw a damaged mind and yes, wanted to fix it, but not the way that he could if he wanted to. He wanted to watch Erik grow and experience on his own. It was a fine line to walk. He is more certain than Erik is that he would not have left him. It was never about killing Shaw. Charles accepted that would happen. He didn't love being a part of it, but he was worried Erik would kill him and then see the emptiness that left in him after. Their break had nothing to do with killing Shaw and everything to do with the humans afterward. But if he could have just given Erik a reason to stay.]
It matters to me.
[ Charles runs his thumb over Erik's lips, his favorite thing to trace them now, to have endess use of them.]
I can live without it and I have, but I don't want to be something broken that can't enjoy everything about a relationship.
[ The sex component is frankly not about Erik. It's Charles' own stubbornness in not denying himself something he deserves because of his limitations. They can obviously work around it and have, and that's what he needed. Symbolically, it's not about whether it matters, per se, but whether he can have everything he needs to be content. And for a serious relationship, that does include sex.]
You know I love feeling you, but you may officially be in the too heavy category now.
[ Charles likes it but they do eventually have to break apart and he can't do it forever. He kisses Erik one more time because he can and hugs him, arms wrapped around to enjoy it through the stickiness, but then releases him.]
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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.
welcome back!! ✨
Both hands on him work as more than encouragement, Charles is guiding him ever closer to the edge again the more he touches him, with the eager squeeze of that hand on his ass, the drag of Charles's palm on his cock, coated in precome already. Beads trickle from the tip, onto Charles's hands and fingers, and as his mouth parts to let out another moan, he drags his tongue up the column of Charles's throat, tasting the salt in his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
Charles is wrong, for the record. He tastes heavenly, Erik will take no arguments.
It is not long before Charles is guiding him right to where he wants him, pushed to the precipice and over it a second time. His pace less restrained now, all but fucking Charles into the mattress when he comes, spilling onto his stomach and undoubtedly making a complete mess of him. He grips Charles tightly to him, wanting him close as possible, lips parted and breath hot as he moans through his orgasm, mouth trailing closer to Charles's ear just so he can murmur his name as soon as he's able to form a single coherent thought. That single coherent thought just happens to be Charles, and nothing else. ]
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It does feel as close to being fucked into the mattress as he can get and Charles absolutely loves it. His eagerness to feel consumed and covered by Erik is intense and he groans as Erik's tongue caresses his neck.]
Yes, more, god Erik, please.
[ Charles is already a mess considering the sweat and precum is on him and he is eager to get more of it. He purposely aims his cock where he wants him to release onto his stomach, pumping him through his orgasm until he's fully spilled onto his skin as requested. For someone who is very clean and well put together ordinarily, at least these days he is back to his prissy ways, the fact he likes to be filthy in bed is a contrast that turns him on. He'll eventually want to clean up but for now he is deeply satisfied.
He is fully focused on Erik's body and sensations toward the end because he feels as needy about release as he is, moaning and holding tightly to Erik at the same time. He feels the rush of ecstasy like it's his own and feels light-headed, feverish, shaking as it electrifies his mind and a little bit of his own body.
His hand releases his ass to run up his back and into his hair, encouraging his head up so he can try to get past the angle to kiss Erik tenderly. Charles never thought he'd have any kind of sex again, and for it to be with his truest love, it's life-changing. He lets go of Erik's cock and wipes his dirty fingers off on his own chest, spreading more of it.]
Getting me out of your bed is going to be difficult at this point.
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Even the air around them feels warm, his skin tingling with the aftershocks of his pleasure, his closed eyes only heightening that lingering sensation. His head tips up and when Charles finds his lips, he returns the kiss eagerly, just as warm and fond, yet entirely overwhelmed. His hips shift to settle his weight more comfortably once Charles lets go of him, and if it means he ends up stained with his own come, then so be it.
Charles's words draw a slow, lazy grin from him, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips while fingers brush gently through Charles's hair. ]
Mm, what a terrible predicament. Whatever shall I do?
[ At the moment he doesn't want anything more than for Charles to stay right where he is, so no complaints whatsoever. ]
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They're both a mess between sweat and come and once it gets too sticky, Charles will get Erik to clean them off, but for now, he's happy. He chuckles when Erik does and nuzzles his head toward Erik's hand when he touches his hair, liking the feel of his fingers between his thick strands. ]
Stay like this, make up for lost time. Maybe finally have dinner.
[ Charles grins and twines both hands up over Erik's shoulders to lock at his neck, guiding him back down for another lingering kiss. He's never going to be tired of having access to his lips. ]
To think you ended up so easy to seduce.
[ Charles teases in his head because he's far too busy kissing Erik to speak it out loud right now. He's indulging himself.]
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We're going to need more than one night.
[ If they're making up for lost time, that is. Luckily Erik has every intention of making that a reality, and he knows it's the same for Charles. So long as it's within his control not to leave— but he's actively not thinking of that possibility. This moment right now is too precious for him to let it be ruined by those creeping thoughts.
He doesn't pull from the kiss when Charles's thought slips into his head, but his lips curl into a grin, and he lets out a soft laugh, tilting his head and pressing back in a moment after. ]
Please, like I'm the only one who's easy.
[ There's no point in denying it at this point really, Charles wouldn't have even needed to ask him for that first kiss. Erik just wanted absolute confirmation that an advance from him would be welcome. ]
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[ Charles is not saying he wants to let them settle in and see how it goes because he thinks they're not meant for each other. That, in his opinion, is fact. The way they met, the relationship they formed, the perfect peace he felt when he was with Erik, it made him certain that this was someone he was meant to be with. A terribly romantic notion, but it's been an unspoken romance for a long time. He knows where he stands, where they stand, now that they're together.
It sounds as if despite all their time apart and their violent and bitter days, their connection has gone no where. Erik said it himself. He is thinking of all the things they can have now.
He laughs into Erik's mouth too and breaks away from the ongoing makeout that he inspired. He's still a little out of breath from sex and then his incapability of letting those lips be without his own.]
I was thinking of kissing you on the bloody plane to Paris, Erik. After we were yelling at each other. I'm as easy as you can get.
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I like that.
[ Having all the nights, being each other's forever. In a way, Erik knew that's what they always were, something that ran much deeper than friendship, and to him, impossible to explain when he'd never once allowed anyone to get that close to him. Maybe a fear of what he didn't know also held him back from taking a risk. He never thought it would hurt so much to turn his back on what they might have had, not until he actually threw it all away.
That he gets to have it now feels like a miracle, and something that somewhere deep down he still doesn't know that he really deserves. That's not something he's thinking of right now, though, so immersed in the high of their pleasure and the warmth of their love that he could not possibly care for anything else right now. ]
Well, I wanted to kiss you after you punched me in the face, so.
[ Not saying he enjoyed that necessarily. But it was kind of hot. ]
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But that doesn't mean trust is automatically back between them. Not fully. Charles sees Erik for what he is and all of his flaws as well as his good parts. He can have sex with him and want to be with him, and still need time to fully trust and forgive him. He already begged him not to leave again, he's not sure he believes him fully yet. This will help though, them being so honest with each other finally. Nothing hidden between them, not that it was much of a secret.]
If we were alone, I might have.
[ Too public, Peter and Logan literally standing there, the situation in danger. Charles was feeling a whole lot of things all at once and struggling with laying eyes on Erik since he left with Raven. Kissing him was one of those things he was feeling, like he was desperate to have his hands on him, even if it was to strangle him.]
I can't really explain it, I feel like my heart's been pointed at you since the moment we met. At my most romantic and ridiculous, I started believing in love at first sight and meant to be.
[ Charles isn't sure that either of them can explain it. Their obsession with each other is consuming and specific. It would have to be something irrationally romantic to supersede all the reasons that he shouldn't want to be with Erik. Everything bad that is between them. He isn't ready to tell anyone because he doesn't know yet what he'll say. He loves him despite the wheelchair, despite the violence? Yet holding onto Erik right now, breathing in his air, he does. Nothing else matters to him and his thudding heart.]
I should have had sex with you. [ Charles frames his face with his hands, piercing blue eyes on him.] You would have never left me if we had this.
[ He sounds sure because he is. He knows Erik better than anyone. To leave Charles after this, it would have taken someone far crueller. No matter what they disagreed on, the love they're allowed to feel between them now is more than it.]
You won't leave me now. I'm going to have so much sex with you.
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That is a nice thought to indulge in. A scenario where it was only the two of them when they reunited. Somehow he doubts Charles wouldn't still go for that sucker punch, but Erik also would have not stopped a kiss if that was what followed. It would have probably ended up a whole other kind of mess. This is... better. ]
I didn't even have to lay my eyes on you. You were in my head even before then.
[ Quite literally, too. That first contact, sudden and unexpected, felt overwhelming in every sense, and Erik wonders if it was a bond that was created just then, or if what he felt in that moment was conclusive evidence that soulmates are a real, tangible concept he'd never entertained before. So, maybe Charles wasn't the only one being excessively romantic and ridiculous.
He rests his hand over Charles's, expression struggling for a moment, nowhere near as certain of that as Charles himself is. He wishes he could be as sure as Charles is of that, but he really doesn't know how it would have all played out. He remembers still how determined he was to get to Shaw, how willing he was to sacrifice anything to kill him. He knows that being any closer to Charles wouldn't have changed his mind on that. The consequences of his own actions might have only become all the more catastrophic after that. He may have only ended up hurting Charles even more.
He's pulled from those thoughts with that last remark, drawing a soft chuckle from him. He tilts his head so he can press a kiss to Charles's palm, then his wrist. ]
I'll hold you to that.
[ Resting that hand back on his cheek, his own fingers trace along Charles's jaw, knuckles brushing against his temple. ]
You know that doesn't actually matter to me.
[ He does like that they're able to have sex, obviously, but Erik wouldn't have been any less serious about this even if they weren't. Them being physically intimate isn't a determining factor on whether or not he stays. ]
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And Charles does feel happy right now. Happier than he has since Erik and Raven left him. Erik can feel it floating from him into his mind, this lightness that has been stifled for so long. He can talk about foolish things like kissing Erik after punching him, or the idea of love at first sight, and while he's making fun of the concept, he also feels it to his core. ]
Your beautiful, beautiful mind.
[ To anyone else it was probably not. There were so many jagged edges and harsh lines, a twisted tense amount of grief and fury wrapped up. It was one of the darkest and saddest minds he'd ever touched, he didn't know a human mind could be that suffering and yet that strong. Erik was in the midst of his fury and despair trying to pull the sub even at the end of his life. But as Charles ran through his mind to understand what he was doing and pull him out, he threaded through Erik's mind like his hands through his hair, he felt through it all.
He'd never gone that deeply into anyone's mind. It was also the way that Erik said he thought he was alone, desperate, broken, and a touch hopeful.]
I wanted to give you everything you never had.
[ Love and hope and beauty and belief. He saw a damaged mind and yes, wanted to fix it, but not the way that he could if he wanted to. He wanted to watch Erik grow and experience on his own. It was a fine line to walk. He is more certain than Erik is that he would not have left him. It was never about killing Shaw. Charles accepted that would happen. He didn't love being a part of it, but he was worried Erik would kill him and then see the emptiness that left in him after. Their break had nothing to do with killing Shaw and everything to do with the humans afterward. But if he could have just given Erik a reason to stay.]
It matters to me.
[ Charles runs his thumb over Erik's lips, his favorite thing to trace them now, to have endess use of them.]
I can live without it and I have, but I don't want to be something broken that can't enjoy everything about a relationship.
[ The sex component is frankly not about Erik. It's Charles' own stubbornness in not denying himself something he deserves because of his limitations. They can obviously work around it and have, and that's what he needed. Symbolically, it's not about whether it matters, per se, but whether he can have everything he needs to be content. And for a serious relationship, that does include sex.]
You know I love feeling you, but you may officially be in the too heavy category now.
[ Charles likes it but they do eventually have to break apart and he can't do it forever. He kisses Erik one more time because he can and hugs him, arms wrapped around to enjoy it through the stickiness, but then releases him.]
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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!!