( He lets out a blissful noise at the first press of fingers, muscles stretching around the touch. Charles loves this, the soft intimacy they've failed to lose in all their years fighting with or against each other. No matter what, they're two parts of a whole. He can't stop himself from lifting a hand to grip Erik by the back of his neck, blue eyes tracking every micro expression that flits across his lover's face. )
Always so good to me.
( Purring endearments, Charles strokes a thumb along Erik's throat, moving his legs wider so that Erik can add another finger. His other hand moves from being fisted in the sheets to scratch through the hair on Erik's chest and lower, stroking the hard muscles of his stomach. )
I've missed this.
( With an impish grin, he wraps his fingers around Erik's cock, squeezing the head lightly. )
[ Erik hisses when Charles takes his cock, and rocks his hips forward into his grip, pupils blown and gaze insistent. His lips curve into a matching wiry grin as he slips another finger into Charles, moving them back and forth with slow, deliberate movements. ]
I know you have.
[ And Erik has missed this intimacy, missed Charles's hands on him and wakes up sometimes with a phantom of his name being whispered in his ear. Sometimes he can even feel Charles's breath, the heat of his person, the scent of his skin. Even when Charles isn't in his mind, he lingers around as if he owns the place.
He scissors his fingers and bites back a groan as he can barely move them. ]
You're so tight...
[ He remarks this appreciatively, his voice markedly lower, raspier. ]
I've been left sorely unattended the last few months. My partner has a habit of disappearing.
( It's meant to sound smooth and easy but there's a waver in Charles' voice that wasn't there before. He's overcome by the feeling of Erik stretching him open, head falling back against the mattress, chest heaving with every ragged breath. He squirms helplessly beneath Erik's administrations, torn between pushing against his fingers or pulling back, willing his body to relax and ease into it.
At least he's being honest. No matter what, there is no one else for him these days. )
It's a little unfair of him, actually. ( A tease, and then a gasp. ) Oh, do that again.
[ He says this with his eyebrows lifted, mocking concern, before pausing his back and forth ministrations to hook his fingers forward again and letting his face slip into a wicked grin. ]
So unfair...
[ His voice is light and he's clearly distracted, drinking in every shudder of Charles's body and every waver in his voice as if he's a man starved. His own breath hitches feeling Charles underneath him, both fighting to accept him and offering itself up for more.
He pushes a third digit in, slick, hand steady but body shaking with anticipation.
He takes the other and cups Charles's face, moving it towards his mouth, catching a soft kiss on his cheek that turns to moaning. ]
Ask me to stay.
[ Erik murmurs this into the crook of Charles's neck, barely audible. ]
( It's almost impossible to kiss Erik back, as overwhelmed by feeling as Charles is right now. With the third finger there's finally some give, maybe even enough to welcome his partner's rather sizeable cock, and it makes sweat prickle between his shoulders and across his stomach. Impatient, Charles' mouth is inelegant, but eager, sucking Erik's bottom lip between his own, teeth catching on the shape of it before he groans again. )
Stay. Lord, just --. Why do you ever do anything but this?
( He pushes down against Erik's fingers, muscle tightening around him every time he tries to pull back. Charles' own cock twitches helplessly against his stomach, his hands scrabbling to hold on to Erik's shoulders and tug, desperate for more. )
Come on, darling. I can take it. Please, just fuck me.
[ He loves the way Charles asks after him, how he makes requests but means them like an order, how he begs but knows he's the one fully in control. Even as Erik laughs and whispers into his mouth: ]
Hold on, hold on...
[ Erik continues moving his fingers in and out as he spreads more lubricant on his hand, he covers every bit of his cock with it before withdrawing his digits. He covers Charles's mouth with his own to distract him from his own impatience as he lines himself up, lets a guttural moan tumble past his lips as he pushes in. ]
Charles.
[ He takes Charles's cheek in his hand and smiles fondly at him as his hips start to move in slow, deep waves. ]
( At first the only reply Erik gets is a low and sinful groan. Even now the stretch to accommodate him feels almost too much. But it's good, overwhelming enough to make his head swim and his grip on Erik's shoulders to tighten, short nails digging into the muscle. He breathes in pants, a ha noise falling from him until Erik moves and then he's kissing him, biting at his lips and shifting back against each thrust. )
Wonderful, it's wonderful. Oh.
( There is no one who can make him feel like this. )
Erik.
( His hands fall to his lover's arse, holding him there so that he has leverage to rock against the other man. )
[ 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. ]
we're gonna have to write some telepath smut one day
( 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. )
[ Erik, as cool and calm as he likes to appear, generally wears his emotions on his face, and right now he's feeling a buzzing, crackling electricity of ecstasy. Charles has read his mind enough like this to know what he's thinking right now, just amorphous thoughts of how gorgeous he feels and how sweet he tastes.
But he's irrevocably caught in them such that he almost doesn't realize when Charles moves to get above him. He's compliant within a second, looks up at Charles with an unmistakable reverence, about to say something until Charles moves his hips and his eyes roll back with his head, hand reaching out on Charles's stomach. ]
--Oh that's good, just like that--
[ His breath is clipped and he reaches to grab Charles's hip, curls a hand over his ass and gives it a good squeeze as he moves. ]
( It's easier this way to take his time. Erik is gorgeous beneath him, all long limbs and muscle, a god pliant. Charles can't help but watch him as he lifts his hips slowly, meeting every twitch and thrust of Erik's with a bounce of his own. One hand settles against Erik's chest for balance, the other moves to his face, thumb against his mouth. When the other man gasps, he slides it between his lips with a reckless, greedy noise. )
Oh, look at you.
( He clenches around Erik's cock helplessly, another moan spilling from between his lips. Charles can't help but be hideously glad that they absconded for the evening. There's no one here to hear them, no one to disturb them. He can be as loud as he wants, as vocally appreciative of Erik as he once would have been mentally. With each roll of his hips his own cock taps against his thigh, heavy and leaking between them. He desperately wants to relieve some of the ache, but he can't spare his hands this way, and so he curls his fingers back around his lover's jaw until he opens his eyes. )
[ Charles knows exactly how to drive Erik over the edge, leaving Erik's hips madly trying to meet Charles's, fingers digging into his skin and barely able to contain himself. He closes his mouth over the thumb Charles offers him and sucks, licking circles around his fingertip, moaning honey-heavy around the digit.
At Charles's request, he slips a hand between his legs and wraps his fingers around Charles's cock, moving torturously slow, utilizing his excessively wet dribbles of pre-come for lubricant. Erik's eyes are trained on the prize, finding some sort of perverse satisfaction in how Charles's cock twitches as if begging for him to lavish it with attention. He worries the inside of his lip to bite back a groan and finally gives in, grip tightening, hitting a rapid stride.
He turns his head to leave messy kisses against the heel of his palm, covers his own mouth with the spread of Charles's fingers, absolutely luxuriates in the feeling of Charles all over him. ]
( Sometimes, Charles is prone to the fancy that Erik must have a secret secondary mutation. One that harnesses an inherent ability to make him lose all coherent thought. Because the hand on his cock steals any remaining words from him, leaving him with only the sharp edge of his breath. He's torn between want to thrust up into that grip, or to sink back down on Erik's dick and it's maddening. It's glorious.
Charles bends, leans in to press messy kisses to Erik's cheek, hand still covering his lover's mouth. It makes the sounds of the room all that more sinful. Erik's muffled breath and the creak of the mattress beneath them, the noise of their hips meeting. It could drive a man insane. Charles definitely feels like he's straddling the edge between it. Not that he would mind it, if this was the thing that drove him over.
Heat burns in his belly, flames licking higher every time Erik twists his wrist just so or smears precome across the head of his cock. He moans inelegantly, lifting free his fingers to bite at Erik's mouth, kiss demanding. He most certainly won't last much longer, but he can't stop himself from wanting. )
[ The heat between them feels almost tangibly solid, creating a sort of haze in Erik's vision as he looks up at Charles, backlit as if glowing, breathtaking. His moans feel like earthquakes that rip through his entire body, heart beating madly against Charles's hand until Charles leans in to kiss him. He responds to this by holding Charles's face with his free hand, fingers curling into and pulling at strands of hair, lips frantic and desperate and occasionally finding teeth.
Absolutely none of his clumsiness matters in the moment as his brows furrow and as he cants his hips against Charles when he can, the movement erratic and labored and his form coming all but undone.
One arm splayed across Charles's back, he lifts them both off the bed only to roll over on top, not breaking their kiss, gaining leverage and pushing into Charles giving fevered chase. ]
( It's better, Erik pushing into him, each thrust hitting just the right spot that would have Charles howling if not for their kiss. As it is he makes small, animal sounds with each parting gasp, fingers digging into Erik's back hard enough to leave the crescent of his nails. His legs lock around Erik's waist, heel of his foot pressed against the swell of his ass. It's all consuming, messy and glorious and Erik no longer has to even touch him, cock trapped between their bellies so that every shift sends electricity sparking through him.
It's too much, but he can't form the words.
The lurch of his stomach barely gives him enough warning, Charles' body going tight around Erik's cock, muscles clenching down as his own dick shudders between them. He's spilling hot against their bodies, vision black and his lips parted, small ah, ah noises pulled from him with every shudder of his orgasm, every tremble of Erik's body. Sweaty hands clutch at a muscled back, Charles curling around the source of his enjoyment with a moan. )
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
[ Erik luxuriates in this, softly touches Charles's face and arm and side. He settles on laying an arm across his body and turns onto his side to take a look at him. He's overcome by a need to tip Charles's face and catch his lips in a kiss. It starts off slow but builds, Erik stealing nips and glances in turn, eventually rolling back over on top of Charles. He's not ready for a round two, but some part of him hasn't quite gotten the message.
He smiles at Charles as he pulls away, but whines at him regardless. ]
Stop being irresistible.
[ He combs his hand through Charles's hair and looks down at him with adoration, with awe. ]
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Always so good to me.
( Purring endearments, Charles strokes a thumb along Erik's throat, moving his legs wider so that Erik can add another finger. His other hand moves from being fisted in the sheets to scratch through the hair on Erik's chest and lower, stroking the hard muscles of his stomach. )
I've missed this.
( With an impish grin, he wraps his fingers around Erik's cock, squeezing the head lightly. )
Missed this in particular.
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I know you have.
[ And Erik has missed this intimacy, missed Charles's hands on him and wakes up sometimes with a phantom of his name being whispered in his ear. Sometimes he can even feel Charles's breath, the heat of his person, the scent of his skin. Even when Charles isn't in his mind, he lingers around as if he owns the place.
He scissors his fingers and bites back a groan as he can barely move them. ]
You're so tight...
[ He remarks this appreciatively, his voice markedly lower, raspier. ]
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( It's meant to sound smooth and easy but there's a waver in Charles' voice that wasn't there before. He's overcome by the feeling of Erik stretching him open, head falling back against the mattress, chest heaving with every ragged breath. He squirms helplessly beneath Erik's administrations, torn between pushing against his fingers or pulling back, willing his body to relax and ease into it.
At least he's being honest. No matter what, there is no one else for him these days. )
It's a little unfair of him, actually. ( A tease, and then a gasp. ) Oh, do that again.
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[ He says this with his eyebrows lifted, mocking concern, before pausing his back and forth ministrations to hook his fingers forward again and letting his face slip into a wicked grin. ]
So unfair...
[ His voice is light and he's clearly distracted, drinking in every shudder of Charles's body and every waver in his voice as if he's a man starved. His own breath hitches feeling Charles underneath him, both fighting to accept him and offering itself up for more.
He pushes a third digit in, slick, hand steady but body shaking with anticipation.
He takes the other and cups Charles's face, moving it towards his mouth, catching a soft kiss on his cheek that turns to moaning. ]
Ask me to stay.
[ Erik murmurs this into the crook of Charles's neck, barely audible. ]
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Stay. Lord, just --. Why do you ever do anything but this?
( He pushes down against Erik's fingers, muscle tightening around him every time he tries to pull back. Charles' own cock twitches helplessly against his stomach, his hands scrabbling to hold on to Erik's shoulders and tug, desperate for more. )
Come on, darling. I can take it. Please, just fuck me.
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Hold on, hold on...
[ Erik continues moving his fingers in and out as he spreads more lubricant on his hand, he covers every bit of his cock with it before withdrawing his digits. He covers Charles's mouth with his own to distract him from his own impatience as he lines himself up, lets a guttural moan tumble past his lips as he pushes in. ]
Charles.
[ He takes Charles's cheek in his hand and smiles fondly at him as his hips start to move in slow, deep waves. ]
Good?
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Wonderful, it's wonderful. Oh.
( There is no one who can make him feel like this. )
Erik.
( His hands fall to his lover's arse, holding him there so that he has leverage to rock against the other man. )
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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. ]
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.
anytime you want!!
But he's irrevocably caught in them such that he almost doesn't realize when Charles moves to get above him. He's compliant within a second, looks up at Charles with an unmistakable reverence, about to say something until Charles moves his hips and his eyes roll back with his head, hand reaching out on Charles's stomach. ]
--Oh that's good, just like that--
[ His breath is clipped and he reaches to grab Charles's hip, curls a hand over his ass and gives it a good squeeze as he moves. ]
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( It's easier this way to take his time. Erik is gorgeous beneath him, all long limbs and muscle, a god pliant. Charles can't help but watch him as he lifts his hips slowly, meeting every twitch and thrust of Erik's with a bounce of his own. One hand settles against Erik's chest for balance, the other moves to his face, thumb against his mouth. When the other man gasps, he slides it between his lips with a reckless, greedy noise. )
Oh, look at you.
( He clenches around Erik's cock helplessly, another moan spilling from between his lips. Charles can't help but be hideously glad that they absconded for the evening. There's no one here to hear them, no one to disturb them. He can be as loud as he wants, as vocally appreciative of Erik as he once would have been mentally. With each roll of his hips his own cock taps against his thigh, heavy and leaking between them. He desperately wants to relieve some of the ache, but he can't spare his hands this way, and so he curls his fingers back around his lover's jaw until he opens his eyes. )
Erik, touch me. Please --.
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[ Charles knows exactly how to drive Erik over the edge, leaving Erik's hips madly trying to meet Charles's, fingers digging into his skin and barely able to contain himself. He closes his mouth over the thumb Charles offers him and sucks, licking circles around his fingertip, moaning honey-heavy around the digit.
At Charles's request, he slips a hand between his legs and wraps his fingers around Charles's cock, moving torturously slow, utilizing his excessively wet dribbles of pre-come for lubricant. Erik's eyes are trained on the prize, finding some sort of perverse satisfaction in how Charles's cock twitches as if begging for him to lavish it with attention. He worries the inside of his lip to bite back a groan and finally gives in, grip tightening, hitting a rapid stride.
He turns his head to leave messy kisses against the heel of his palm, covers his own mouth with the spread of Charles's fingers, absolutely luxuriates in the feeling of Charles all over him. ]
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Charles bends, leans in to press messy kisses to Erik's cheek, hand still covering his lover's mouth. It makes the sounds of the room all that more sinful. Erik's muffled breath and the creak of the mattress beneath them, the noise of their hips meeting. It could drive a man insane. Charles definitely feels like he's straddling the edge between it. Not that he would mind it, if this was the thing that drove him over.
Heat burns in his belly, flames licking higher every time Erik twists his wrist just so or smears precome across the head of his cock. He moans inelegantly, lifting free his fingers to bite at Erik's mouth, kiss demanding. He most certainly won't last much longer, but he can't stop himself from wanting. )
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Absolutely none of his clumsiness matters in the moment as his brows furrow and as he cants his hips against Charles when he can, the movement erratic and labored and his form coming all but undone.
One arm splayed across Charles's back, he lifts them both off the bed only to roll over on top, not breaking their kiss, gaining leverage and pushing into Charles giving fevered chase. ]
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It's too much, but he can't form the words.
The lurch of his stomach barely gives him enough warning, Charles' body going tight around Erik's cock, muscles clenching down as his own dick shudders between them. He's spilling hot against their bodies, vision black and his lips parted, small ah, ah noises pulled from him with every shudder of his orgasm, every tremble of Erik's body. Sweaty hands clutch at a muscled back, Charles curling around the source of his enjoyment with a moan. )
Erik!
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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.
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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.
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He smiles at Charles as he pulls away, but whines at him regardless. ]
Stop being irresistible.
[ He combs his hand through Charles's hair and looks down at him with adoration, with awe. ]
I love you. I need you to know that.