[ Erik hisses when Charles takes his cock, and rocks his hips forward into his grip, pupils blown and gaze insistent. His lips curve into a matching wiry grin as he slips another finger into Charles, moving them back and forth with slow, deliberate movements. ]
I know you have.
[ And Erik has missed this intimacy, missed Charles's hands on him and wakes up sometimes with a phantom of his name being whispered in his ear. Sometimes he can even feel Charles's breath, the heat of his person, the scent of his skin. Even when Charles isn't in his mind, he lingers around as if he owns the place.
He scissors his fingers and bites back a groan as he can barely move them. ]
You're so tight...
[ He remarks this appreciatively, his voice markedly lower, raspier. ]
no subject
I know you have.
[ And Erik has missed this intimacy, missed Charles's hands on him and wakes up sometimes with a phantom of his name being whispered in his ear. Sometimes he can even feel Charles's breath, the heat of his person, the scent of his skin. Even when Charles isn't in his mind, he lingers around as if he owns the place.
He scissors his fingers and bites back a groan as he can barely move them. ]
You're so tight...
[ He remarks this appreciatively, his voice markedly lower, raspier. ]