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[ Erik draws himself out almost all the way before rocking forward with sharp snaps; Charles coming up to meet him pushes moans out of his chest as he fucks into him deep. And he swallows all of Charles's kisses and noises with great effort as his jaw keeps falling distractedly slack. His lips become clumsy as his hips decidedly get the greater bulk of his current mental facilities.
As his hips pick up speed, he needs to pull up away from Charles just the slightest, and Erik holds onto any parts of him he can as if they were in a storm: arm around his leg, and then braced against his chest, finally taking one of his hands and lacing their fingers together for purchase. ]
Charles--
[ He's already a wreck of messy hair and glistening sweat, tangling their limbs like this and he thinks that probably the only time he's felt so connected was the last time Charles was in his head, thoughts wrapped around his like a vice. He holds onto him, as a lover does, hopes to impress on him the same feeling of everything else sinking away. ]
As his hips pick up speed, he needs to pull up away from Charles just the slightest, and Erik holds onto any parts of him he can as if they were in a storm: arm around his leg, and then braced against his chest, finally taking one of his hands and lacing their fingers together for purchase. ]
Charles--
[ He's already a wreck of messy hair and glistening sweat, tangling their limbs like this and he thinks that probably the only time he's felt so connected was the last time Charles was in his head, thoughts wrapped around his like a vice. He holds onto him, as a lover does, hopes to impress on him the same feeling of everything else sinking away. ]
That you know of. They could just be very skilled at hiding it from you.
If I avoided the curses, do you think I could do it?
Be a teacher or an archaeologist?
[It seems strange that being turned into a unicorn seems more plausible to Gansey than actually going to college and having a career. The things that Adam's been working toward for years for seem almost impossible to Gansey.]
Be a teacher or an archaeologist?
[It seems strange that being turned into a unicorn seems more plausible to Gansey than actually going to college and having a career. The things that Adam's been working toward for years for seem almost impossible to Gansey.]
( He's surprised for a moment, but then he remembers that this is Gansey. These things hadn't been possible before. Now they were. He wonders what he'd have been like, thrown into a new life when he'd been so certain his own was short. )
i think you can be whatever you want to be. if archeology or teaching is where you want to go, then you'd be great.
hell, you could be a tightrope walker if you wanted. except please don't do that because my nerves wouldn't take it.
i think you can be whatever you want to be. if archeology or teaching is where you want to go, then you'd be great.
hell, you could be a tightrope walker if you wanted. except please don't do that because my nerves wouldn't take it.
( Some days he mourns it, the ability to sink into this with Erik through body and mind. It's a strange yearning, one he's not quite ready to acknowledge. But he can see the play of emotion on his face as long as he keeps his eyes open, and that helps. Charles hand cups his cheek, thumb stroking against the sharp bone there. It's at war with the rest of their movements, frantic want and endless affection become messy and intertangled.
He loves this man. )
Wait, let me.
( He pushes at Erik's shoulders, guiding him to his back with a boyish grin before slinging a leg over his hip. It's easy enough to curve his fingers round Erik's cock and ease him back inside, easy to roll his hips against his lover, breath spilling out in a sharp exhale. )
Relax.
He loves this man. )
Wait, let me.
( He pushes at Erik's shoulders, guiding him to his back with a boyish grin before slinging a leg over his hip. It's easy enough to curve his fingers round Erik's cock and ease him back inside, easy to roll his hips against his lover, breath spilling out in a sharp exhale. )
Relax.
I promise not to take up a career that will destroy your nerves.
I'm not sure what I'll decide. The restlessness isn't as strong now, but I think I want to travel eventually.
I don't want to be away from you for a long time.
Unless you'd be willing to come with me?
I'm not sure what I'll decide. The restlessness isn't as strong now, but I think I want to travel eventually.
I don't want to be away from you for a long time.
Unless you'd be willing to come with me?
[ Erik, as cool and calm as he likes to appear, generally wears his emotions on his face, and right now he's feeling a buzzing, crackling electricity of ecstasy. Charles has read his mind enough like this to know what he's thinking right now, just amorphous thoughts of how gorgeous he feels and how sweet he tastes.
But he's irrevocably caught in them such that he almost doesn't realize when Charles moves to get above him. He's compliant within a second, looks up at Charles with an unmistakable reverence, about to say something until Charles moves his hips and his eyes roll back with his head, hand reaching out on Charles's stomach. ]
--Oh that's good, just like that--
[ His breath is clipped and he reaches to grab Charles's hip, curls a hand over his ass and gives it a good squeeze as he moves. ]
But he's irrevocably caught in them such that he almost doesn't realize when Charles moves to get above him. He's compliant within a second, looks up at Charles with an unmistakable reverence, about to say something until Charles moves his hips and his eyes roll back with his head, hand reaching out on Charles's stomach. ]
--Oh that's good, just like that--
[ His breath is clipped and he reaches to grab Charles's hip, curls a hand over his ass and gives it a good squeeze as he moves. ]
Three years and you're coming with me, Parrish. No complaints. We pack up and go.
[Gansey can wait if he knows Adam will be with him. It's something that Adam deserves and Gansey will need by the end of that time, his gift demanding that he find the objects cast about the ley lines.
[Gansey can wait if he knows Adam will be with him. It's something that Adam deserves and Gansey will need by the end of that time, his gift demanding that he find the objects cast about the ley lines.
Mm.
( It's easier this way to take his time. Erik is gorgeous beneath him, all long limbs and muscle, a god pliant. Charles can't help but watch him as he lifts his hips slowly, meeting every twitch and thrust of Erik's with a bounce of his own. One hand settles against Erik's chest for balance, the other moves to his face, thumb against his mouth. When the other man gasps, he slides it between his lips with a reckless, greedy noise. )
Oh, look at you.
( He clenches around Erik's cock helplessly, another moan spilling from between his lips. Charles can't help but be hideously glad that they absconded for the evening. There's no one here to hear them, no one to disturb them. He can be as loud as he wants, as vocally appreciative of Erik as he once would have been mentally. With each roll of his hips his own cock taps against his thigh, heavy and leaking between them. He desperately wants to relieve some of the ache, but he can't spare his hands this way, and so he curls his fingers back around his lover's jaw until he opens his eyes. )
Erik, touch me. Please --.
( It's easier this way to take his time. Erik is gorgeous beneath him, all long limbs and muscle, a god pliant. Charles can't help but watch him as he lifts his hips slowly, meeting every twitch and thrust of Erik's with a bounce of his own. One hand settles against Erik's chest for balance, the other moves to his face, thumb against his mouth. When the other man gasps, he slides it between his lips with a reckless, greedy noise. )
Oh, look at you.
( He clenches around Erik's cock helplessly, another moan spilling from between his lips. Charles can't help but be hideously glad that they absconded for the evening. There's no one here to hear them, no one to disturb them. He can be as loud as he wants, as vocally appreciative of Erik as he once would have been mentally. With each roll of his hips his own cock taps against his thigh, heavy and leaking between them. He desperately wants to relieve some of the ache, but he can't spare his hands this way, and so he curls his fingers back around his lover's jaw until he opens his eyes. )
Erik, touch me. Please --.
I'd rather look at you.
[ Charles knows exactly how to drive Erik over the edge, leaving Erik's hips madly trying to meet Charles's, fingers digging into his skin and barely able to contain himself. He closes his mouth over the thumb Charles offers him and sucks, licking circles around his fingertip, moaning honey-heavy around the digit.
At Charles's request, he slips a hand between his legs and wraps his fingers around Charles's cock, moving torturously slow, utilizing his excessively wet dribbles of pre-come for lubricant. Erik's eyes are trained on the prize, finding some sort of perverse satisfaction in how Charles's cock twitches as if begging for him to lavish it with attention. He worries the inside of his lip to bite back a groan and finally gives in, grip tightening, hitting a rapid stride.
He turns his head to leave messy kisses against the heel of his palm, covers his own mouth with the spread of Charles's fingers, absolutely luxuriates in the feeling of Charles all over him. ]
[ Charles knows exactly how to drive Erik over the edge, leaving Erik's hips madly trying to meet Charles's, fingers digging into his skin and barely able to contain himself. He closes his mouth over the thumb Charles offers him and sucks, licking circles around his fingertip, moaning honey-heavy around the digit.
At Charles's request, he slips a hand between his legs and wraps his fingers around Charles's cock, moving torturously slow, utilizing his excessively wet dribbles of pre-come for lubricant. Erik's eyes are trained on the prize, finding some sort of perverse satisfaction in how Charles's cock twitches as if begging for him to lavish it with attention. He worries the inside of his lip to bite back a groan and finally gives in, grip tightening, hitting a rapid stride.
He turns his head to leave messy kisses against the heel of his palm, covers his own mouth with the spread of Charles's fingers, absolutely luxuriates in the feeling of Charles all over him. ]
( Sometimes, Charles is prone to the fancy that Erik must have a secret secondary mutation. One that harnesses an inherent ability to make him lose all coherent thought. Because the hand on his cock steals any remaining words from him, leaving him with only the sharp edge of his breath. He's torn between want to thrust up into that grip, or to sink back down on Erik's dick and it's maddening. It's glorious.
Charles bends, leans in to press messy kisses to Erik's cheek, hand still covering his lover's mouth. It makes the sounds of the room all that more sinful. Erik's muffled breath and the creak of the mattress beneath them, the noise of their hips meeting. It could drive a man insane. Charles definitely feels like he's straddling the edge between it. Not that he would mind it, if this was the thing that drove him over.
Heat burns in his belly, flames licking higher every time Erik twists his wrist just so or smears precome across the head of his cock. He moans inelegantly, lifting free his fingers to bite at Erik's mouth, kiss demanding. He most certainly won't last much longer, but he can't stop himself from wanting. )
Charles bends, leans in to press messy kisses to Erik's cheek, hand still covering his lover's mouth. It makes the sounds of the room all that more sinful. Erik's muffled breath and the creak of the mattress beneath them, the noise of their hips meeting. It could drive a man insane. Charles definitely feels like he's straddling the edge between it. Not that he would mind it, if this was the thing that drove him over.
Heat burns in his belly, flames licking higher every time Erik twists his wrist just so or smears precome across the head of his cock. He moans inelegantly, lifting free his fingers to bite at Erik's mouth, kiss demanding. He most certainly won't last much longer, but he can't stop himself from wanting. )
izzat why ya wear your blouse 2 sizes too small when i come to see ya? you ain't gotta show off your good t'me like that-- i got old pictures to remind me.
[ The heat between them feels almost tangibly solid, creating a sort of haze in Erik's vision as he looks up at Charles, backlit as if glowing, breathtaking. His moans feel like earthquakes that rip through his entire body, heart beating madly against Charles's hand until Charles leans in to kiss him. He responds to this by holding Charles's face with his free hand, fingers curling into and pulling at strands of hair, lips frantic and desperate and occasionally finding teeth.
Absolutely none of his clumsiness matters in the moment as his brows furrow and as he cants his hips against Charles when he can, the movement erratic and labored and his form coming all but undone.
One arm splayed across Charles's back, he lifts them both off the bed only to roll over on top, not breaking their kiss, gaining leverage and pushing into Charles giving fevered chase. ]
Absolutely none of his clumsiness matters in the moment as his brows furrow and as he cants his hips against Charles when he can, the movement erratic and labored and his form coming all but undone.
One arm splayed across Charles's back, he lifts them both off the bed only to roll over on top, not breaking their kiss, gaining leverage and pushing into Charles giving fevered chase. ]
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