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So long as you know they're lying to you, I suppose.
I told them not to do anything I wouldn't do by the way.
I told them not to do anything I wouldn't do by the way.
( It's better, Erik pushing into him, each thrust hitting just the right spot that would have Charles howling if not for their kiss. As it is he makes small, animal sounds with each parting gasp, fingers digging into Erik's back hard enough to leave the crescent of his nails. His legs lock around Erik's waist, heel of his foot pressed against the swell of his ass. It's all consuming, messy and glorious and Erik no longer has to even touch him, cock trapped between their bellies so that every shift sends electricity sparking through him.
It's too much, but he can't form the words.
The lurch of his stomach barely gives him enough warning, Charles' body going tight around Erik's cock, muscles clenching down as his own dick shudders between them. He's spilling hot against their bodies, vision black and his lips parted, small ah, ah noises pulled from him with every shudder of his orgasm, every tremble of Erik's body. Sweaty hands clutch at a muscled back, Charles curling around the source of his enjoyment with a moan. )
Erik!
It's too much, but he can't form the words.
The lurch of his stomach barely gives him enough warning, Charles' body going tight around Erik's cock, muscles clenching down as his own dick shudders between them. He's spilling hot against their bodies, vision black and his lips parted, small ah, ah noises pulled from him with every shudder of his orgasm, every tremble of Erik's body. Sweaty hands clutch at a muscled back, Charles curling around the source of his enjoyment with a moan. )
Erik!
Sweetheart, one look at your face 'n your ugly boots and I'm already wishin' I was blind.
[ teasing; he's teasing because seeing ashe's normal composure crumble for something so unrefined, so unlike her brings a sense of intoxication. like a shot of whisky that burns his throat—his stomach—it's addicting. ]
I'll delete 'em when you give me new ones. Or remind me how the real thing goes.
[ teasing; he's teasing because seeing ashe's normal composure crumble for something so unrefined, so unlike her brings a sense of intoxication. like a shot of whisky that burns his throat—his stomach—it's addicting. ]
I'll delete 'em when you give me new ones. Or remind me how the real thing goes.
[ Erik already knows; he's studied Charles's body, knows all his cues by heart. He knows when Charles is close, and still it sneaks up on him how tightly Charles winds around him, how much he comes, how fleeting the expression all over his face. And oh, when he calls Erik's name, that's the most delicious moment, so short but Erik knows he'll be playing it again in his head night after night.
He isn't far behind Charles, mouth on his shoulder and groaning and biting all at once when he comes, and finally with a cry as he finishes deep inside of Charles, whole body rigid with intense pleasure. He thinks he might hear ringing in his ears.
When he's done, he remains in this position, but pulls off Charles's shoulder only to kiss his neck and jaw and soft reddened mouth. ]
Charles...
[ Normally rather stoic in comparison, Erik drapes his form over Charles, buries his face into the crook of his neck. ]
Missed this.
He isn't far behind Charles, mouth on his shoulder and groaning and biting all at once when he comes, and finally with a cry as he finishes deep inside of Charles, whole body rigid with intense pleasure. He thinks he might hear ringing in his ears.
When he's done, he remains in this position, but pulls off Charles's shoulder only to kiss his neck and jaw and soft reddened mouth. ]
Charles...
[ Normally rather stoic in comparison, Erik drapes his form over Charles, buries his face into the crook of his neck. ]
Missed this.
Oh please. They have their own illicit affairs to concern themselves with. We'll be a footnote at best.
[ He knocks on the door. ]
[ He knocks on the door. ]
It's open.
( Because Charles is already in bed, settled against the sheets with a lazy, luxurious air about him. His robe is askew, like he'd potentially been starting the party without Erik and then thought better of letting anyone in the hall see him palming his cock. One never knows with so many people wandering about, especially when disaster can strike at any second. It's why his chair is still somewhat within reach.
When his visitor reveals himself to be the man of the hour though, Charles' grin turns wicked, his thoughts brushing up against Erik's with a sensuous shiver. )
Hullo.
( Because Charles is already in bed, settled against the sheets with a lazy, luxurious air about him. His robe is askew, like he'd potentially been starting the party without Erik and then thought better of letting anyone in the hall see him palming his cock. One never knows with so many people wandering about, especially when disaster can strike at any second. It's why his chair is still somewhat within reach.
When his visitor reveals himself to be the man of the hour though, Charles' grin turns wicked, his thoughts brushing up against Erik's with a sensuous shiver. )
Hullo.
( It takes an extraordinarily long time for Charles' heartbeat to return to normal. He can still feel the echoes of it resounding throughout his veins, eager and insistent. It's a sweet ache, in a way, the same as the place where Erik's teeth had sank in throbs, it makes him feel alive. Each flutter of feeling or twinge of overexertion means they're still surviving.
So too does the gentle affection that comes after. Charles lifts a hand, runs his fingers through Erik's sweaty hair, pushing some away from his forehead so he can drop a chaste kiss there. )
Mm, oh I know, my love.
( There will always be something gone from him when they part. )
I've missed you too.
So too does the gentle affection that comes after. Charles lifts a hand, runs his fingers through Erik's sweaty hair, pushing some away from his forehead so he can drop a chaste kiss there. )
Mm, oh I know, my love.
( There will always be something gone from him when they part. )
I've missed you too.
[ Erik luxuriates in this, softly touches Charles's face and arm and side. He settles on laying an arm across his body and turns onto his side to take a look at him. He's overcome by a need to tip Charles's face and catch his lips in a kiss. It starts off slow but builds, Erik stealing nips and glances in turn, eventually rolling back over on top of Charles. He's not ready for a round two, but some part of him hasn't quite gotten the message.
He smiles at Charles as he pulls away, but whines at him regardless. ]
Stop being irresistible.
[ He combs his hand through Charles's hair and looks down at him with adoration, with awe. ]
I love you. I need you to know that.
He smiles at Charles as he pulls away, but whines at him regardless. ]
Stop being irresistible.
[ He combs his hand through Charles's hair and looks down at him with adoration, with awe. ]
I love you. I need you to know that.
[ Erik pauses just a moment, his hand on the doorframe, taking in the sight of Charles. There's something so appealing about the way he looks when he's relaxed like this. Not bound up in propriety, in leadership, in needing to be the adult in the room and providing a good and mature example to the children. Children who desperately needed that bedrock of stability in a world that was frequently trying to kill them.
Instead, when they're alone, Charles can be more like himself. That devilishly cocky, devastatingly handsome flirt Erik had the good sense to fall in love with so many years ago.
The feeling of Charles' thoughts in his mind earns the same pleased shiver and slow, heavy-lidded smile it always does. Well. In situations like this, anyway. He steps into the room and the door closes behind him, locking itself for good measure. ]
I hope you don't have any emergencies planned.
[ He drawls as he approaches the bed, slowly stripping off his coat and tie as he does before climbing onto it and crawling toward Charles. ]
I have a lot of frustrations to work out.
Instead, when they're alone, Charles can be more like himself. That devilishly cocky, devastatingly handsome flirt Erik had the good sense to fall in love with so many years ago.
The feeling of Charles' thoughts in his mind earns the same pleased shiver and slow, heavy-lidded smile it always does. Well. In situations like this, anyway. He steps into the room and the door closes behind him, locking itself for good measure. ]
I hope you don't have any emergencies planned.
[ He drawls as he approaches the bed, slowly stripping off his coat and tie as he does before climbing onto it and crawling toward Charles. ]
I have a lot of frustrations to work out.
you like that most about me, let's be honest here.
you do not need to list all the ways, i just know them.
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