( 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. )
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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.