( Because Charles is already in bed, settled against the sheets with a lazy, luxurious air about him. His robe is askew, like he'd potentially been starting the party without Erik and then thought better of letting anyone in the hall see him palming his cock. One never knows with so many people wandering about, especially when disaster can strike at any second. It's why his chair is still somewhat within reach.
When his visitor reveals himself to be the man of the hour though, Charles' grin turns wicked, his thoughts brushing up against Erik's with a sensuous shiver. )
[ Erik pauses just a moment, his hand on the doorframe, taking in the sight of Charles. There's something so appealing about the way he looks when he's relaxed like this. Not bound up in propriety, in leadership, in needing to be the adult in the room and providing a good and mature example to the children. Children who desperately needed that bedrock of stability in a world that was frequently trying to kill them.
Instead, when they're alone, Charles can be more like himself. That devilishly cocky, devastatingly handsome flirt Erik had the good sense to fall in love with so many years ago.
The feeling of Charles' thoughts in his mind earns the same pleased shiver and slow, heavy-lidded smile it always does. Well. In situations like this, anyway. He steps into the room and the door closes behind him, locking itself for good measure. ]
I hope you don't have any emergencies planned.
[ He drawls as he approaches the bed, slowly stripping off his coat and tie as he does before climbing onto it and crawling toward Charles. ]
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( He's not terrible. Not really. )
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[ Still got it heh heh. ]
I'm pulling up. Is the door unlocked or I need to do it myself?
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but at least they're not like i was at their age. there may be some hope.
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I told them not to do anything I wouldn't do by the way.
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thanks ever so.
( :/ )
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[ He knocks on the door. ]
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( Because Charles is already in bed, settled against the sheets with a lazy, luxurious air about him. His robe is askew, like he'd potentially been starting the party without Erik and then thought better of letting anyone in the hall see him palming his cock. One never knows with so many people wandering about, especially when disaster can strike at any second. It's why his chair is still somewhat within reach.
When his visitor reveals himself to be the man of the hour though, Charles' grin turns wicked, his thoughts brushing up against Erik's with a sensuous shiver. )
Hullo.
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Instead, when they're alone, Charles can be more like himself. That devilishly cocky, devastatingly handsome flirt Erik had the good sense to fall in love with so many years ago.
The feeling of Charles' thoughts in his mind earns the same pleased shiver and slow, heavy-lidded smile it always does. Well. In situations like this, anyway. He steps into the room and the door closes behind him, locking itself for good measure. ]
I hope you don't have any emergencies planned.
[ He drawls as he approaches the bed, slowly stripping off his coat and tie as he does before climbing onto it and crawling toward Charles. ]
I have a lot of frustrations to work out.