[ Interesting that Charles even tells him that as if he would give a damn about it, really. Yes, he understands that Charles would rather pick his battles, but that's Charles. Erik is just going to pick all the battles, thank you.
But he supposes it is nice that he can smile at Charles or hold his hand without some bigot asking to get their nose broken. And that's if Erik was feeling lenient, honestly.
To the next remark, Erik laughs. ]
Yes, I fear that all our plans may have fallen by the wayside.
[ Up to and including his goal of killing Shaw. He's almost sure that Charles would derail him from every other coherent thought if he'd been in his bed every night like he is now. Erik's already struggling to want to do literally anything else but lie here with him.
Charles is more than welcome to ogle, get his fill of it and make up for the time lost. Erik hasn't stopped gazing at Charles either, a fond and amused smile when he can feel exactly where Charles's eyes are fixed at any given moment. ]
That... [ He pulls Charles's hand close to him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. ] Might just be a good idea.
[ Letting go before he gives into the temptation to kiss Charles yet again, he climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom. And maybe he walks purposefully slowly so Charles can enjoy the view from behind— he's welcome. ]
[ He knows Erik would not give a damn about it, and it's not as if they can't handle themselves if someone made a problem about it. Charles alone could make them go dress up in a tutu as punishment for it. But he picks the path of least resistance. No battles for them. They can't be together in their world, and that has nothing to do with their gender, so this is their chance. And if he wants to hold his boyfriend's hand, he's going to.
Erik laughing is beautiful to behold. Before they met he's fairly certain Erik's laughs were minimal if ever existing at all, and then together he always managed to get a smile out of him when he wanted to. But laughs are still rare enough to be treasured. It's true that they probably would have gotten very distracted from their goals if they were making love every day. They'll have to get out of this bed eventually too, but it's not a concern for now.
Charles almost persuades him to come down for a kiss instead and then distracted him all over again, but he smiles and lets him go. And not in small part because his eyes immediately are glued to Erik's ass and staring at him walk away. He whistles very deliberately as he checks him out, trying to get him to laugh again.
But damn is he sexy. Charles admires the whole length of him, from his shoulders down to his thighs and up again. Gorgeous. He's so in love with him. Charles takes the time to push himself up a little more on the bed. He can move himself well, he has good arms, and he sits with his back against the bed frame for now. He makes certain not to spill any of Erik on the bed and to keep it securely on his body, both for cleanliness and because it's his and he's possessive.]
Bring back water too, if you don't mind.
[ They've worked up a sweat, to say the least. Charles is thirsty in more than one way.]
And walk back in just as slowly. I want to oogle you in an offensive way.
[ Charles gets another laugh for that, though a little quieter, and Erik doesn't even glance back to him as he keeps walking. He's not just walking around for Charles's enjoyment, there is a purpose to him having unlatched himself from the man on his bed.
He disappears from view as he goes into the bathroom, though he tries not to take too long. He does quick work of cleaning himself with a damp towel, getting two others ready to take with him back to Charles. He doesn't bother drying himself completely but he'd rather make sure Charles is as comfortable as possible, so one to clean him and another to dry him off.
At Charles's request, he walks back out at a leisurely pace, lingering under the door frame for a few seconds, admiring Charles just as much as he's being watched himself. He does eventually move, quick detour to the table so he can fill a glass with water, then brings it to the bed, sitting by the edge of the mattress as he hands it to Charles. ]
Best not ogle too much, I'm not letting you seduce me again just yet. I fully intend to still cook you dinner tonight.
[ He must be hungry right now, despite the fact that tonight's events have taken a rather unexpected turn. It just seems a good idea to actually see to their basic needs for however long they manage to keep their hands off each other. ]
Hands away.
[ He sets the dry towel down on the bed, then with the damp one starts wiping the mess on Charles's stomach and chest. The amount of it almost surprises Erik, but for the most part he's just mesmerized by the sight, pale smooth skin marked by his release. Part of him almost wants to leave it just as it is, an impractical fantasy that really isn't even necessary when he knows that Charles belongs to him as completely as he does Charles.
His gaze flickers to Charles's face, smiling faintly. The thoughts in his mind right now undoubtedly not a secret to him, he may as well be an open book at the moment. ]
we can probably finally wrap on this one and do a new event one :D
[ Charles' gaze is very appreciative as Erik comes back in, naked and beautiful, and he reaches out to take the water when he offers it. He tries not to be more self-conscious of himself and his nudity; Erik's been clear with how much he desires him. And the way he's looking back at him is complimentary.]
Afraid to come too close in case I seduce you?
[ He's teasing and chuckles, putting his hands up playfully so Erik can him off. He did make quite a mess but it's been a decade. The fact he lasted as long as he did after so long a dry spell should be respected. Charles knows exactly what Erik's thinking and smirks, reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of his hand.]
You'll have endless opportunities to spill on me, love. I promise you'll be able to paint me with it every time you want to.
[ God Erik is so attractive and the fact he wants to keep that possessive edge to Charles is appealing. He likes that. He runs his fingers along his lips. They are perfect. It's clear from the gleam in Charles' eyes that he is actively considering seducing him again so with impressive fortitude, he drops his hand away before doing so. He has to believe what he is saying; they have the time. No need to act like this is the only night for them.]
I'm starving, Erik. Make me dinner like a good boyfriend.
Well, at least one of us has to exercise some restraint.
[ Not that Erik can talk much, really, given how easily he folded. But he's just teasing of course, and far be it from him to ever complain— but it's going to become a problem if they can't manage to keep their hands off each other.
He takes hold of Charles's hand briefly, kissing his knuckles before letting go. They won't lack in opportunities, he knows that. He'll make sure of it. ]
You don't have to ask twice.
[ His smile widens for a moment, then he leans in for a kiss. Brief, a quick peck at best, certainly not enough for them to get sidetracked— and now that he's done with cleaning up Charles, he gets to his feet. Before anything else he is going to get them something to wear at least, even if it's something as plain as pyjama pants and t-shirt, and with that, he'll go back to the food he barely got started. Not like he was going to cook naked, as much as Charles might have enjoyed that view. ]
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But he supposes it is nice that he can smile at Charles or hold his hand without some bigot asking to get their nose broken. And that's if Erik was feeling lenient, honestly.
To the next remark, Erik laughs. ]
Yes, I fear that all our plans may have fallen by the wayside.
[ Up to and including his goal of killing Shaw. He's almost sure that Charles would derail him from every other coherent thought if he'd been in his bed every night like he is now. Erik's already struggling to want to do literally anything else but lie here with him.
Charles is more than welcome to ogle, get his fill of it and make up for the time lost. Erik hasn't stopped gazing at Charles either, a fond and amused smile when he can feel exactly where Charles's eyes are fixed at any given moment. ]
That... [ He pulls Charles's hand close to him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. ] Might just be a good idea.
[ Letting go before he gives into the temptation to kiss Charles yet again, he climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom. And maybe he walks purposefully slowly so Charles can enjoy the view from behind— he's welcome. ]
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Erik laughing is beautiful to behold. Before they met he's fairly certain Erik's laughs were minimal if ever existing at all, and then together he always managed to get a smile out of him when he wanted to. But laughs are still rare enough to be treasured. It's true that they probably would have gotten very distracted from their goals if they were making love every day. They'll have to get out of this bed eventually too, but it's not a concern for now.
Charles almost persuades him to come down for a kiss instead and then distracted him all over again, but he smiles and lets him go. And not in small part because his eyes immediately are glued to Erik's ass and staring at him walk away. He whistles very deliberately as he checks him out, trying to get him to laugh again.
But damn is he sexy. Charles admires the whole length of him, from his shoulders down to his thighs and up again. Gorgeous. He's so in love with him. Charles takes the time to push himself up a little more on the bed. He can move himself well, he has good arms, and he sits with his back against the bed frame for now. He makes certain not to spill any of Erik on the bed and to keep it securely on his body, both for cleanliness and because it's his and he's possessive.]
Bring back water too, if you don't mind.
[ They've worked up a sweat, to say the least. Charles is thirsty in more than one way.]
And walk back in just as slowly. I want to oogle you in an offensive way.
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He disappears from view as he goes into the bathroom, though he tries not to take too long. He does quick work of cleaning himself with a damp towel, getting two others ready to take with him back to Charles. He doesn't bother drying himself completely but he'd rather make sure Charles is as comfortable as possible, so one to clean him and another to dry him off.
At Charles's request, he walks back out at a leisurely pace, lingering under the door frame for a few seconds, admiring Charles just as much as he's being watched himself. He does eventually move, quick detour to the table so he can fill a glass with water, then brings it to the bed, sitting by the edge of the mattress as he hands it to Charles. ]
Best not ogle too much, I'm not letting you seduce me again just yet. I fully intend to still cook you dinner tonight.
[ He must be hungry right now, despite the fact that tonight's events have taken a rather unexpected turn. It just seems a good idea to actually see to their basic needs for however long they manage to keep their hands off each other. ]
Hands away.
[ He sets the dry towel down on the bed, then with the damp one starts wiping the mess on Charles's stomach and chest. The amount of it almost surprises Erik, but for the most part he's just mesmerized by the sight, pale smooth skin marked by his release. Part of him almost wants to leave it just as it is, an impractical fantasy that really isn't even necessary when he knows that Charles belongs to him as completely as he does Charles.
His gaze flickers to Charles's face, smiling faintly. The thoughts in his mind right now undoubtedly not a secret to him, he may as well be an open book at the moment. ]
we can probably finally wrap on this one and do a new event one :D
Afraid to come too close in case I seduce you?
[ He's teasing and chuckles, putting his hands up playfully so Erik can him off. He did make quite a mess but it's been a decade. The fact he lasted as long as he did after so long a dry spell should be respected. Charles knows exactly what Erik's thinking and smirks, reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of his hand.]
You'll have endless opportunities to spill on me, love. I promise you'll be able to paint me with it every time you want to.
[ God Erik is so attractive and the fact he wants to keep that possessive edge to Charles is appealing. He likes that. He runs his fingers along his lips. They are perfect. It's clear from the gleam in Charles' eyes that he is actively considering seducing him again so with impressive fortitude, he drops his hand away before doing so. He has to believe what he is saying; they have the time. No need to act like this is the only night for them.]
I'm starving, Erik. Make me dinner like a good boyfriend.
nooo-- i mean yes, that sounds good!!
[ Not that Erik can talk much, really, given how easily he folded. But he's just teasing of course, and far be it from him to ever complain— but it's going to become a problem if they can't manage to keep their hands off each other.
He takes hold of Charles's hand briefly, kissing his knuckles before letting go. They won't lack in opportunities, he knows that. He'll make sure of it. ]
You don't have to ask twice.
[ His smile widens for a moment, then he leans in for a kiss. Brief, a quick peck at best, certainly not enough for them to get sidetracked— and now that he's done with cleaning up Charles, he gets to his feet. Before anything else he is going to get them something to wear at least, even if it's something as plain as pyjama pants and t-shirt, and with that, he'll go back to the food he barely got started. Not like he was going to cook naked, as much as Charles might have enjoyed that view. ]