[ 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. ]
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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. ]