[ Even if they had been on the outs, for Charles to have his sensation back, Erik wouldn't have denied him anything. It was something he stole from Charles without meaning to, something he was more than glad for him to have back. To see him walking, to hear him padding about-- angrily, messily, waking Erik up in the morning-- was so, so touching.
Erik palms Charles through his pants, lips latching onto the pulse in his neck. He's the most gorgeous, precious thing. The only one who's ever accepted all of Erik for who he is, the only one who calls him out on his bullshit and the only one who would stick by him through it anyway. He used to be annoyed by it, what seemed like a need to fix Erik, like he was some pet project. Like Alex and Hank and Sean had all been imperfect and they had too needed guidance, needed tinkering. But Erik had needed the help, had needed for Charles to wrap arms around him, to make him feel part of something again.
And Erik knows he needs to help Charles. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ He lifts up just to look him in the eye through heavy, dark lids, heel of his palm pressing down. ]
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[ Even if they had been on the outs, for Charles to have his sensation back, Erik wouldn't have denied him anything. It was something he stole from Charles without meaning to, something he was more than glad for him to have back. To see him walking, to hear him padding about-- angrily, messily, waking Erik up in the morning-- was so, so touching.
Erik palms Charles through his pants, lips latching onto the pulse in his neck. He's the most gorgeous, precious thing. The only one who's ever accepted all of Erik for who he is, the only one who calls him out on his bullshit and the only one who would stick by him through it anyway. He used to be annoyed by it, what seemed like a need to fix Erik, like he was some pet project. Like Alex and Hank and Sean had all been imperfect and they had too needed guidance, needed tinkering. But Erik had needed the help, had needed for Charles to wrap arms around him, to make him feel part of something again.
And Erik knows he needs to help Charles. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ He lifts up just to look him in the eye through heavy, dark lids, heel of his palm pressing down. ]