[ 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. ]
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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.