( 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. )
we're gonna have to write some telepath smut one day
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.