[ He laughs at the innocent and enthusiastic way Erik's mouth finds his cheek but the minute he speaks again he feels his breath catch and his chest constrict. He turns to his side to find his lover's mouth, kiss him in an unhurried but loving way. ]
I felt it the minute I felt you. You were like a flare inside of my mind. I don't think I had any choice but to love you. [ Fingers in his hair and his forehead pressing against Erik's. ] The world realigned. My whole axis changed. You know that, don't you? That no matter what happened between us, no matter who we were, or how angry we might have been, I was always turned towards you.
[ He lets his voice fall silent, instead choosing to run his hands along the shape of Erik's back, over the notches in his spine and the scars on his skin. It's almost innocent and reverent until his palms skate over the waistband of his trousers and squeeze his arse. Were they having a moment? Probably. But he has missed being able to do that. ]
Mm. I've missed you. [ Teasingly. ] You too, Erik.
[ He laughs at that, full of mirth and happiness, just... pure joy, relief. He sprinkles generous kisses on Charles's cheek, holding his face, letting go only to slip his shirt up and over his head. Clingy fabric, it wasn't hiding a lot. He must've gotten it from Steve's closet. ]
You've always been a little obsessed with this body.
[ Don't think he didn't notice that full-body hug out of the water, all the intermittent touching even before Erik knew Charles was interested, and then those obvious signs that he didn't have to be a telepath to read. As closed-off as he was, he'd always known too. Someday.
And yet in his wildest dreams he'd never thought this day would come. ]
I've missed...
[ Lightly, he pinches Charles in the thigh. Just hard enough for him to feel it. ]
Can you blame me? Your body was built to be worshipped, darling. [ It's ridiculous, he is ridiculous, posh little accent purring out words that he hasn't felt let alone said in so very long. ] I took one look at your broad shoulders and atrociously trim waist and knew that.
[ He tips his head when Erik trails off, about to question him when the pinch comes sharp and lively. Charles makes a sound that is more indecent than anything he's done so far, his hips jumping reflexively to slam against Erik's. He bites his lip and lets his head fall back, baring his throat. ]
Christ.
[ Because it is so simple and yet. He still wants to run his hands over skin he hasn't felt in so long. Actually, he wants Erik to do it for him. ] The first time you left this apartment I got absolutely stark naked. [ He sounds gravelly and breathless now, squirming against Erik's body until he can fit right, until he can heinously roll his clothed erection against him. ] I hadn't really believed it. Not until I could touch myself properly. It was -- overwhelming.
[ 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. ]
[ He'd thought about it, in the moments where he was torn between anger and want, thought about pushing Erik up against the nearest wall and attacking his mouth. Unfortunately there still remains something of a hopeless and helpless romantic inside of him. And he can't deny that it's better this way, that when Erik palms him through his trousers he feels it all the way to his toes. He moans a little, his heels digging into the couch cushions so he can push up against that touch. ]
I want so many things, darling. Unfortunately I doubt SHIELD will have stocked the medicine cabinet. A romp between old enemies might not have been their first port of call.
[ He leans in, the whisper of a kiss over Erik's cheek, his hands dipping to his spine where fingers edge under the fabric of his waistband. ] I'm sure we'll think of something.
[ He presses a kiss to Charles's cheek and quickly fishes his hands out of his waistband, disappearing for a moment. When he returns, he has a jar of vaseline in one hand and he's kicked off his bottoms, padding towards Charles stark naked with his arousal aggressively prominent between his legs.
He tosses the jar onto the couch and watches it flip over onto Charles's shoulder before straddling his hips, running a hand up his stomach and settling back onto his lap. ]
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I felt it the minute I felt you. You were like a flare inside of my mind. I don't think I had any choice but to love you. [ Fingers in his hair and his forehead pressing against Erik's. ] The world realigned. My whole axis changed. You know that, don't you? That no matter what happened between us, no matter who we were, or how angry we might have been, I was always turned towards you.
[ He lets his voice fall silent, instead choosing to run his hands along the shape of Erik's back, over the notches in his spine and the scars on his skin. It's almost innocent and reverent until his palms skate over the waistband of his trousers and squeeze his arse. Were they having a moment? Probably. But he has missed being able to do that. ]
Mm. I've missed you. [ Teasingly. ] You too, Erik.
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You've always been a little obsessed with this body.
[ Don't think he didn't notice that full-body hug out of the water, all the intermittent touching even before Erik knew Charles was interested, and then those obvious signs that he didn't have to be a telepath to read. As closed-off as he was, he'd always known too. Someday.
And yet in his wildest dreams he'd never thought this day would come. ]
I've missed...
[ Lightly, he pinches Charles in the thigh. Just hard enough for him to feel it. ]
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[ He tips his head when Erik trails off, about to question him when the pinch comes sharp and lively. Charles makes a sound that is more indecent than anything he's done so far, his hips jumping reflexively to slam against Erik's. He bites his lip and lets his head fall back, baring his throat. ]
Christ.
[ Because it is so simple and yet. He still wants to run his hands over skin he hasn't felt in so long. Actually, he wants Erik to do it for him. ] The first time you left this apartment I got absolutely stark naked. [ He sounds gravelly and breathless now, squirming against Erik's body until he can fit right, until he can heinously roll his clothed erection against him. ] I hadn't really believed it. Not until I could touch myself properly. It was -- overwhelming.
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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. ]
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[ He'd thought about it, in the moments where he was torn between anger and want, thought about pushing Erik up against the nearest wall and attacking his mouth. Unfortunately there still remains something of a hopeless and helpless romantic inside of him. And he can't deny that it's better this way, that when Erik palms him through his trousers he feels it all the way to his toes. He moans a little, his heels digging into the couch cushions so he can push up against that touch. ]
I want so many things, darling. Unfortunately I doubt SHIELD will have stocked the medicine cabinet. A romp between old enemies might not have been their first port of call.
[ He leans in, the whisper of a kiss over Erik's cheek, his hands dipping to his spine where fingers edge under the fabric of his waistband. ] I'm sure we'll think of something.
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[ He presses a kiss to Charles's cheek and quickly fishes his hands out of his waistband, disappearing for a moment. When he returns, he has a jar of vaseline in one hand and he's kicked off his bottoms, padding towards Charles stark naked with his arousal aggressively prominent between his legs.
He tosses the jar onto the couch and watches it flip over onto Charles's shoulder before straddling his hips, running a hand up his stomach and settling back onto his lap. ]
It's good enough for right now. Wouldn't you say?