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Erik likes how powerful Charles is. He’s liked it ever since he found out that Charles’ deceptive blue eyes and bitten red mouth are hiding one of the most powerful minds in the world. In much the same way that Charles’ clothes are a little old fashioned, hiding what is actually a surprisingly athletic body, Charles is excellent at looking far more unassuming than he actually is.
Erik underestimated Charles only once, when they met at Emma’s horrible fundraising party that she threw every year. Erik had seen what he thought was someone’s baby faced eye candy, and had wandered up to him to convince him to sneak off to suck his cock before the speeches. They had barely made it to an unoccupied room before Charles was moaning and pulling desperately at Erik’s hair as he came down Erik’s throat, and then gotten on his knees to return the favor with one of the best blowjobs Erik had ever had. And after, when they reentered the party, Erik had felt pretty good about the whole thing right up until the speeches had started and Erik realized that the young man he had just seduced was none other than the company’s largest donor.
Which would have all been embarrassing enough except that after the speeches Charles had reappeared at Erik’s side with a grin and a glass of whisky and had looked right at him and said, “Surprised, darling?” directly into his mind and Erik realized that one, Charles was a telepath and two, had known exactly what Erik had thought of him. Which of course could only mean that Erik dragged him off to suck his cock again and ended with Charles planting his number directly in Erik’s brain before the night was over.
One of the first conversations they had about Charles’ abilities was over dinner, on one of their early dates, out at an expensive french restaurant. Erik had asked him, point blank, how strong he really was, and Charles had smiled at him, a deceptively sweet smile, and as Erik went to ask again, he realized he was craving beignets, as a dessert. He was thinking about the crispness of the fried dough, the powdery sweetness of the sugar, could imagine the bite of it. He had paused to ask Charles if he wanted to order them for dessert before he realized with an odd jolt, that actually he barely even liked sweets. He didn’t actually like fried dough, and actually severely disliked the feeling of powdered sugar on his teeth. And he had looked back at Charles, who hadn’t ever actually answered his questions, either about his powers or about beignets for dessert and realized that had been the answer.
Without a pause Charles had been able to place a thought into his brain that felt so natural that he hadn’t even questioned it, even when it went directly against something he knew about himself to be true. It should have terrified him.
Perhaps it did.
But it also intrigued him. Erik himself was powerful, his mutation was impressive and obvious. But Charles, Charles could place a new thought into his brain like it was nothing. Emma might be able to communicate, to force an idea, but she certainly couldn’t introduce it like it was an organic thought.
Charles had ordered the beignets for dessert, and Erik, an espresso. Charles had grinned at him across the table, and offered up one of the beignets. And Erik had taken it, his eyes not leaving Charles’ as he bit down into it. The crunch was there, the heat, the stickiness of the sugar, all the things he knew he didn’t like and yet. As he bit through the crust he had to fight back a moan, because the damn thing tasted like one of the best things he’d ever eaten.
He could feel it there, in the back of his head, Charles pushing the pleasure of the taste onto him, ramping up the experience to an almost sexual pleasure, and Erik had shoved the other half of the beignet into his mouth as Charles finally broke eye contact to stare at his mouth, and Erik sucked his fingers clean.
“Do you want me to,” Charles had gasped, a little desperately, wiggling his fingers at his temple, “Get rid of it?”
And Erik had replied, “No, I think I might like beignets now.” And then they had barely made it to the very fancy bathroom to give each other hurried, sticky hand jobs while Charles made sure no one else came into the room.
Erik knows that it’s something that the average person would probably be afraid of, or worried about. But he can’t help the frisson of heat that runs down him anytime he sees Charles use his powers. He never does it maliciously, but Erik sees him redirect people on the street, sees him ensure that they can find a seat on any subway car, sees him change an angry customer into a polite one, and he wants. He can’t quite explain it, but he thinks that Charles might know anyway. He can see it in the looks Charles gives him sometimes, contemplative, like he’s considering.
But Erik doesn’t really appreciate how truly powerful Charles is until Charles uses Erik’s own powers for himself. Erik considers himself quite powerful. He knows his body is strong and his will even stronger, but he considers his mutation to really be his strength, a thing beyond his body. Charles also clearly appreciates Erik’s mutation, as evidenced by the time he visited Erik at work when he was using his mutation to shift 3 metric tons of metal in the cargo hold and then was sucking Erik’s cock like there was no tomorrow not 10 minutes later in Erik’s office, so. Clearly Charles like it. And Erik might be able to move huge amounts of metal with barely a thought, might be able to manipulate metal down to the atom, but it’s nothing like what Charles could do with every single mutant if he wanted to.
It happens on the subway, Charles pressed against Erik in the sprawl, approaching the station, when suddenly Charles stiffens against Erik, and then suddenly Erik feels it. Charles reaches right into his mind, right into the bright spot of his brain that is his mutation and drags the whole train to a stop. Its chaos for a moment, everyone is thrown off balance, there’s yelling and screaming, and frankly if the car wasn’t as packed probably everyone would be on the floor. For a moment Erik can feel Charles everywhere and then suddenly Charles lets go.
Erik was so shocked he didn’t even know what to say. Charles will later explain that he heard the rush of horror as people on the platform ahead watched someone fall into the rails and in a rush to save them had simply reached right into Erik’s brain and used Erik’s powers to stop the train. Charles had been extremely apologetic, clearly expecting it to be a huge fight, and it might’ve been, except.
Except that Erik can’t quite bring himself to be mad about it. Obviously Charles had a justifiable reason, but it’s not even actually about that for Erik. Its simply that the feeling of Charles rooting around in the most intimate part of his brain is something that Erik can’t stop thinking about.
When Erik was younger, he’d tried sounding once. A previous partner had been interested and Erik had indulged them. He would have said it was unpleasant, the feeling of something foreign slipping into such a delicate and sensitive area of his body, except that the slick pressure of the metal rod sliding in deeper and deeper until it was fully situated in his body, pressing him open and vulnerable had actually made him come so hard that he’d fully whited out for a moment, so.
He hadn’t tried it again.
Erik really thinks that on a lesser person what Charles can do would be horrifying. But he simply can’t bring himself to be horrified. That strength, that ability to push and change someone is just so enticing to Erik. And he wants it. Wants to experience all of it, and even more surprisingly, he trusts Charles to do it.
Which leads them here, to their bed, with Erik leaned up against the head board, completely naked, with his feet pressed against the bed, knees bent and legs gently open, and Charles sitting between them. He’s still in his button up, but down to his underwear, and smiling at Erik.
“You’re ready, darling?” Charles murmurs, looking at him through his lashes.
It’s barely a question. Charles knows Erik isn’t hesitant, and isn’t hesitant himself, though he clearly thinks he should check in, just to be proper about it. Erik nods, glancing at Charles’ flushed red lips, his dark eye lashes, the jut of his collarbone, half hidden behind his open collar, and he wants him.
The first time they fucked Charles had clearly tried to be a gentleman about it, carefully pressing Erik down agains the sheets, sucking delicately at his neck, opening him up slowly and carefully. Fucking into him and stroking Erik’s cock until he came and only then chasing after his own pleasure. He had also attempted to keep an iron grip on his powers the whole time, right up until the end, when he slipped and the projected the feeling of his cock surrounded by Erik and the feeling of his mind pressing into Erik’s had made Erik come a second time with no warning. So that was the last time they tried to have sex without Charles at least a little in Erik’s mind.
But this will be different, Erik knows. Not just a passive sharing of thoughts, but a deliberate entering of his mind.
Erik is already half hard against his thigh, just from this, from the undressing and the anticipation. Charles licks his lips and then glances at Erik and Erik suddenly feels the impression of a hot mouth swallowing him down, feels a phantom sensation of the hot slickness, and he knows it’s something Charles is projecting onto him. Its always interesting to feel the difference between Charles intentionally making his presence and influence known and when he does it without a trace. Erik feels his cock harden further, pressing up against his stomach, and Charles grins.
Charles reaches down and pulls up a bottle of lube and reaches out to delicately pull just at the root of Erik’s cock, right against his stomach, lifting his cock up so that it points directly upwards. Its barely any contact, just a light press of fingers, his hand not even fully wrapped around, and yet Erik feels his cock stiffen completely, flushed and obvious. Charles lifts the lube with the other hand and holds it over Erik’s cock and squeezes and they both watch a thin stream of lube fall down to drizzle against Erik’s cock, jerking as the cool stream first hits it.
Erik grits his teeth slightly as they both watch the lube pool on his cockhead, before it starts to slide downwards. Erik can feel every slick drip of the lube as it slips downwards, and he can feel it when it finally slips over the ridge of his cockhead and it reaches his shaft. It feels good in a way he wasn’t expecting, until he glances up at Charles who is grinning at him with a look of concentration and Erik realizes that Charles has already started, turning up the sensation on this, beyond what it would normally feel like.
Erik can feel as another drip of slick lube drags over the edge of his cockhead in excruciating detail and feels his cock jump again at the sensation. Erik knows that Charles is enhancing it, but it still feels as intense as it does, even if he knows the cause. It’s like every nerve ending in his cock is specifically attuned to the wet slide and he can’t think about anything else besides the sensation. He can feel as the lube slides lower and lower and then drips down along his balls. It’s far too much lube to be practical for anything, but he can’t bring himself to complain when it feels like this.
Finally Charles tosses the lube to the side and slips his other hand free, letting Erik’s cock slap wetly against his stomach. Charles glances to the side table and Erik follows his gaze to where a sphere of metal sits. It’s perfectly symmetrical right now; Erik uses it for meditation, arranging the atoms as close to spherical as he can. Charles glances back at him and Erik can feel the wordless question and he nods his head.
And then Charles is sinking into Erik’s mind. He was already there, in the way he’s nearly always there, a light brush against Erik’s mind, and already there turning up the sensation in Erik’s cock, but now he’s sliding in, finding all the little gaps of where Erik isn’t and filling them up. It reminds Erik of watching water get poured into a glass of pebbles, the water sluicing inwards, slipping into every crevice.
It feels like there’s hot, wet pressure everywhere in his brain, sliding into places that shouldn’t be open, but are. He can feel Charles everywhere, sliding deeper and deeper, pressing him open until he finally reaches the bright spot of Erik’s mutation. He pauses for just a moment and Erik has a chance to gasp a breath before Charles pushes that final amount and presses against that bright spot in his mind. Erik shudders as Charles finally sinks in and then Erik can feel as Charles finally reaches in and starts to use Erik’s mutation to lift the little sphere of metal off the bedside table.
It feels like Charles has taken a tuning fork to Erik’s brain, buzzing against his mutation, lighting up that part of his brain in a way that just using his mutation doesn’t feel like. Erik watches at Charles lifts the metal up to hover between them, first sending it spinning slowly on it’s axis, and then slowly pushing and pulling at it, watching it morph and ripple under Charles’ careful manipulations.
Charles clearly can’t actually feel the individual atoms, he hasn’t got enough control for that, but he’s completely focused on the metal, pushing and pulling. It feels like Erik’s got alive wire set directly against his brain, and he feels drunk with it, watching the little shape bulge and shift, barely able to even feel the rest of his body.
Slowly Charles recedes a bit, not much, still settled deep in his brain, but now closer to gently petting against his mutation instead of the buzzing shock of before. And with it comes the rush of feeling of the awareness of the rest of his body, his splayed legs, his hard wet cock and he lets out a little groan.
“Back with me, darling?” Asks Charles, and Erik nods as they look at each other.
Charles is beautiful, Erik thinks. His eyes are practically electric, with their shocking blue color, his mouth open slightly to show a sliver of his red tongue against his teeth. He’s glorious, his mind everywhere, his control so finely tuned, manipulating the metal through Erik.
Erik wants to touch his cock while they do this, he realizes. Wants to stroke himself off while Charles manipulates that little metal piece through his brain. But as he goes to lift his hand he realizes that he can’t. Charles has his body as under his control as the rest of him. He pushes against it for a moment, just to feel the pressure, and then stops struggling, to feel the sweet rush of pleasure when he stops resisting.
Charles grins at him and then slowly begins to twist and shift the metal more deliberately, and Erik realizes that Charles hadn’t just been moving the metal, he’s been practicing manipulating it and now he’s able to do it with ease, shaping the little lump into a smooth, thick cuff, unbroken all the way around, but open in the middle and Erik realizes what he’s about to do just as he does it.
He sends the metal cuff down, to press against Erik’s stomach, against the tip of his cock, and Erik tenses up, abs clenching as he looks down. The metal is warm, like a hand against him and he shudders as the metal presses against the head of his cock, too tight for moment, before it loosens slightly and slips over his cockhead, slick with the lube still there.
Erik hadn’t been expecting this. He’d, quite frankly ,thought that he’d come as soon as Charles reached into his mutation and started using it, but this, this is unexpected. He feels his cock twitch in the metal band, can feel Charles’ amusement, his arousal and well. He certainly won’t be complaining about this turn of events.
Erik can tell when Charles realizes he’s surrendered to it, his delight coming through in waves, lapping at the edges of Erik’s mind, and Erik relaxes back against the pillows, letting out a gasp as the metal cuff begins to move, slowly dragging its way down his shaft, its way slick with lube. Erik fights the urge to thrust upwards as it reaches the base of his cock, pressing down slightly and then begins to slide back upwards, the slick sound the only noise Erik can hear.
Charles continues to slide the metal, up and down, like an excruciatingly slow hand job, from root to just under his cockhead, squeezing just up against the ridge before heading back down. His cock is dripping precome, slipping down to drip against the metal when it reaches the top. It’s exactly like how he tugs his own cock, pulling at the shaft and avoiding the head. It’s too sensitive normally, gets too easily over stimulated, and yet as they watch the metal fisting over the shaft of his cock, all of the sudden Erik feels as though he’s absolutely desperate touch his cockhead.
He can imagine how good it would feel to have the slick metal squeezing over it, the precome and lube mixing, sticky, against it, and he wants it. The metal has stopped right under his the head, just nudging against the ridge and Erik desperately tries to push with his own powers to nudge it up and over, but Charles just keeps it right where it is, sliding up and down slightly, just nudging but not sliding over.
Erik feels like he’s never wanted something more, except for perhaps those beignets, and then he realizes with a start, that this too is Charles, and he snaps his eyes up to meet his. Charles is smirking slightly, and Erik feels both incensed and sharply aroused, and then finally Charles lets the metal slide up to squeeze over the head of his cock and Erik’s arousal wins out and he shudders back against the pillows, his their eyes breaking contact as his eyes flutter with how good it feels.
“You told me you wanted everything,” says Charles, and he’s right.
Erik does want everything, wants Charles in his brain, in his body. He could make him want anything, do anything, and yet for all that, all he’s done is to bring Erik pleasure, to have him desire pleasure.
The metal cuff is moving faster now, sliding up and down along the whole of Erik’s cock now, base to tip, and Erik leans back against the pillows, his hips thrusting slightly as he bites his lips and tries not to move too much. His cock is still so slick from the lube and the metal warm and slick against him. It feels so good to just let Charles play his body and he tries to relax into it, but Erik wants more.
Charles is everywhere in his mind, in his mutation, but he wants him in his body too. He pushes the idea towards Charles, clumsy in his projection. It's barely a question, just an impression of Charles at his back, pressing into him, but it’s enough for Charles. Erik can feel the metal on his cock jerk and shudder in its smooth movement for a moment as Charles hesitates for a moment, and then Charles is grabbing at him, tugging at his waist and Erik can finally move his hands again, to flip himself over, onto his knees, his cheek pressed against the mattress.
Charles grabs at his hips, the slight shake of his hands the only thing belaying how much he’s been affected, and then Erik feels the cool wet slick of more lube drizzling against his asshole, dripping thick along his taint. Erik can feel the shift of the bed as Charles yanks off his underwear, hears the hiss Charles makes as he slicks up his cock and then Charles is pressed up against him, the edges of his once crisp oxford shirt fluttering at their hips. Erik can feel the blunt head of Charles’ cock against him, and then Charles is in his head, loosening his muscles just enough that the head of his cock can slide inside. Erik tries to clench down, but Charles is there, in his mind, holding him loose and open, with Charles’ fat cockhead just inside, and Erik shudders against him.
They pant for a moment, their breath in tandem, before Charles grips at Erik’s hips and pushes forward, sliding in all the way to flush against him. Erik lets out a little groan as he realizes Charles is everywhere, in his mind, in his mutation, in his body. He’s as open and vulnerable as he could be and yet, as Charles begins to thrust into him in earnest, he craves it.
“You feel so good, darling,” mutters Charles against him, “letting me inside you. You’re incredible, I can feel all of you.”
Just as he realizes that the metal cuff has stopped moving he feels it begin again, fisting over his cock in time with Charles’ thrusts against him, and Erik squirms against the bed, overwhelmed with the sensations. He’s so close he realizes, but he has been for while and he realizes that Charles must be holding him there, right at the edge, one final control. They hover there for a while, Charles thrusting into him, over and over, the metal sliding over his cock again and again, as Erik surrenders to the sensations, relaxing even further into the bed.
But finally, Charles’ control begins to slip, he’s not just in Erik’s head, but he’s also projecting his own pleasure, as his mutation begins to expand. He’s pressing into Erik’s mutation center, and Erik and Charles are becoming aware of all the metal in the room, then in the apartment, then in the building, then in the entire block. This is Charles’ range expanding into Erik’s and it’s overwhelming. The tuning fork sensation is back, vibrating the center of his brain as his body is awash in pleasure, can feel both the sensation of fucking and being fucked, of his cock fisted by metal and tightly surrounded by warmth, can feel Charles’ delight at being everywhere in him, of not having to hold back and just as it feels like it’s about to become too much, it washes over both of them like a tidal wave. Erik can feel his cock jerking beneath him as he comes, can feel his brain shuddering as all the metal around them vibrates into a hum and Erik completely whites out for a moment as Charles collapses on top of him.
They lay there for a moment, pressed against the bed and each other, before Charles begins to pull away, first with his body sliding out of Erik, and then with his mind, slipping the metal ring off of Erik’s cock before he pulls away from his hold on Erik’s mutation, slipping back out, un-filling the areas of Erik’s brain. Erik shudders for a moment as feels empty absolutely everywhere, and then turns to press himself against Charles, who collapses down next to him on the bed. They lay there for a moment, breathing still in synch, before Erik reaches up to drag his fingers across Charles’ side, just to watch him squirm.
“Was it everything you wanted?” Charles asks, grinning down at him, his eyes half lidded.
And Erik doesn’t say anything, trusts that Charles can read it right out his mind, and reaches up to pull Charles down into a kiss.