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It was oddly cold that morning. Maybe it had been because of the windows, still open, or the lack of clothing, but Erik felt a chill run up his spine. It was likely a mix of both, but Erik refused to linger on the feeling. He was much too busy trying not to stare at the half-naked man dressing just beside him.
Charles, with his arms extended behind his back in an attempt to zip up his body suit and head hanging low between his shoulders, barely gave Erik–or his staring–any notice. Instead, he kept his back to him, giving Erik a clear view of all that soft, still-warm, bitten skin uncovered by the fabric. He was so close, only a few steps away, Erik could practically taste it.
Erik could still remember the taste of it.
“Would you have dinner with me tonight?” Charles asked, finally turning to meet Erik’s restless eyes. He was still distracted by his dressing.
Erik could feel Charles’ fingers tensing along the metal of the zipper, fighting against the fabric as his arms surely began to strain from the awkward angle. A part of him began to wonder if he was to blame for the difficulty and he had an inclination Charles held a similar sentiment from the way he smiled at him: closed lips and squinted eyes.
It was quiet pleading.
Erik stared at him only a moment longer. “Dinner?” he replied, clearing his throat and looking away at the wave of his hand. Wordlessly, he zipped up Charles’ bodysuit without the need to reach for it.
Charles sighed in thanks. “Yes, I was thinking of reserving a table at that new restaurant in town. The one by the sea.”
Erik gave a nod, tugging on his own clothes: pants, shirt, belt, gloves, cape. “If that’s what you’d like to do.” There was only his helmet left, resting on the nightstand. He wouldn’t dare reach for it. He didn’t intend on leaving yet, especially as Charles hugged him from behind.
“And what would you like, Erik?” Charles said, resting a chin on Erik’s shoulder. He had to lean up to do so, pressing his weight comfortably along the older man’s back.
Erik relaxed into it, thinking.
The question was a simple one, much like the offer to dinner was, but they both knew it was much more than that. It wasn’t just dinner, just as this wasn’t only a cold morning.
Erik paused with consideration, minding his words. “I have a salmon I’ve been meaning to cook.” His hands tensed over Charles’, holding them against his chest. They were warm still.
So inviting.
“That sounds wonderful,” Charles agreed. “Let’s do that.”
Erik nodded again, feeling as Charles pressed a kiss to his neck.
“I’ll bring wine,” he said. Then, he pulled away.
Erik managed a small smile, not minding the absence but taking note of how Charles continued into the bathroom. He grabbed his helmet. “I’ll take my leave now.”
“7pm?” Charles asked from the other room, just nearly audible.
“Yes,” Erik replied. “7pm.” He put his helmet on.
Erik would leave without another word exchanged. He didn’t need anything more, nor did he expect it. They were both aware of each other’s schedules and their responsibilities; everything was commonplace now–wonderfully so. Erik knew this. Besides, he could always wait until dinner.
Dinner with Charles was always nice.
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“Right there– yes, Erik !”
Erik barely understood the words, too overtaken by the sound of skin meeting skin that all but enveloped his bedroom, the sound making his mouth water and body pant.
He had Charles’ legs on his shoulders, his hands gripping bruisingly along the man’s hips as he held him to the mattress.
Charles was laying on his back at the edge of the bed, allowing Erik perfect access to pound into him as he stood. And Erik did pound into him.
He continued to do so.
“ Fuck –” Charles moaned, his voice cutting off with a gasp. Their hips met roughly, inciting another lewd sound as Erik rocked back and forth.
“Look at me,” Erik drawled, a hand reaching to grab Charles’ chin to make their eyes meet. They did, both half lidded and wanting.
Always so eager.
Charles bit his lips from the sight. Closer , he urged.
Erik returned the demand, leaning down to bring their faces near as his thrusting paused to languid motions. Charles writhed with it, feeling Erik’s cock press mercilessly inside him, deeper than before. Still, he wrapped his arms around Erik’s neck. Still, he pressed their lips together.
Charles’ lips tasted of wine– sweet and red , a reminder of only an hour prior. To think their plates still sat half eaten on the table, quickly forgotten for the night. Erik took no mind to it, sucking at Charles’ bottom lip to relish the taste. He groaned.
“Keep going,” Charles begged, his fingers tangling in Erik's hair to lead him down his body.
Erik obliged, much like he always did, kissing and sucking at Charles' neck, his collarbones, his chest. With each drag of his lips, his hips snapped harshly against Charles' thighs, the motion causing Charles' body to tense hungrily around him.
It wasn't until Erik took one of Charles' nipples in his mouth when the grip in his hair became almost unbearable.
“Erik– I can't –”
Again, Erik could feel Charles' body tense, his words catching in his throat in what had to be his second orgasm. Erik continued through it, sucking on Charles' nipple, pinching the other, and keeping that slow, hard pace Charles ached for. It was nearly hard to do considering how tightly Charles held onto him.
“ Stop .” Charles' voice was breathless against his ear, but Erik listened still. He paused, all motions ceasing in an instant as his head tilted up to meet Charles with widened eyes.
Erik raised a brow, watching as Charles' expression slowly calmed. His cheeks were flushed red, his lips matching in color and parted as his chest heaved, slow and labored. Even so, Charles stared down at Erik all too softly.
“You're doing a lot tonight, aren't you darling?” Charles' hand cupped the side of Erik's face, wiping away the trail of spit connecting his lips to where he had sucked a bruise into his skin. “I fear I'm much too sensitive for that.”
Erik blinked for a moment, taken aback by the comment and the touch. “Already? I've barely even…”
Charles smiled. “For the past two days you've been so incessant, or have you forgotten already?”
Erik hadn't forgotten. It was difficult to forget, but still, Erik hadn't realized just how relentless he had been. He'd blame the stresses of Krakoa politics for that.
“No, I haven't forgotten.” Erik averted his eyes shamefully. He had no intention of overwhelming his lover–which seemed he’d already done, given his responses.
“Oh, don’t look so defeated.” Charles cupped Erik's face with both hands, urging their eyes to meet again. He gave Erik a pleased look, pursing his lips as he continued. “I've enjoyed every second of it, but I'd like a moment to catch my breath.”
Erik hummed a low sound in agreement, feeling his body relax and only now noticing how Charles' legs had fallen from his shoulders, resting along either side of his waist.
Charles pushed a strand of hair behind Erik's ear. “Go lay down for me,” he said simply.
Erik obliged.
Erik pulled away, straightening briefly to stretch his arms over his head and relieve the tension in his back from leaning over for so long. Charles sat up with him, watching ideally with that same content smile he always seemed to have when they were like this.
“I am sorry,” Erik said, finally laying down on his back beside Charles. He adjusted his head onto the pillow by the headboard, a timid hand scratching at his chest as Charles loomed over him.
“None of that now.” Charles placed a hand on top of Erik's, their fingers intertwining for a brief moment. Charles gave a small squeeze before continuing down the vast of Erik's chest, teasing.
The action made Erik grin. “What would you have me do instead?” Charles' fingers traced gentle circles into his skin, moving down his abdomen with each press of his fingertips.
“Nothing at all…” Charles’ words trailed with bitten lips. He was thumbing Erik's happy trail now, clearly entranced by Erik's still-hard cock, not yet sated and eager.
Erik watched carefully, his nerves beginning to flare with anticipation. Charles' fingers lingered far too close and his eyes appeared far too calculated for it not to bring him on edge.
“You really are gorgeous, Erik,” Charles spoke absentmindedly, those fingers finally wrapping around the base of Erik's cock, pumping once, then twice.
Erik groaned with it, his eyes instinctually closing and hips bucking upward to chase the friction. He received it.
“Don't worry, I have no intention of teasing you after how much you've spoiled me,” Charles said, keeping pace. He stroked Erik in earnest, thumbing Erik's cock head with each passing and ensuring no inch of him hadn't gone unnoticed.
Erik couldn't help but snarl. “ Charles –” His own fingers dug deep into the bedsheets, not wanting to grab Charles, as much as his body begged him to do so. It wasn't until he felt Charles' tongue against him when he gave into the impulse.
Charles was licking up the side of his cock, his hand never ceasing his strokes even when Erik grabbed onto his head. He pushed Charles against him, eager to get his cock into the warmth of the younger man's mouth–and he had.
Charles accepted Erik's length easily, swallowing him down without the need to be guided. He continued at the pace of his strokes, bobbing in that fast, concentrated manner that had Erik coming only a minute later.
“See?” Charles wiped the spit off his lips, licking the remnants of cum he hadn't swallowed from his fingers. If his lips hadn't been red before, they certainly were now.
“Don’t get me started with that again,” Erik warned. If the lewd display wasn't enough–and it was–Charles moved to straddle his chest, his thighs hugging his sides tightly and the warmth between them pressing hot wet into his skin.
Charles only stalled. “I thought you'd be excited at the prospect of continuing.” He gave a wicked smile, knowingly rolling his hips as ample hands ran up along Erik's arms.
Erik met Charles with hesitation. The glint in the other man's eyes told him enough of what he was insinuating, it all but made his mouth water more.
“And I thought you said you were too sensitive,” Erik replied cautiously. Again, Charles' palm was against his cheek.
“ Please , I don't need to read your mind to know what you want, Erik. Your thoughts are loud enough as is.” Charles rubbed Erik's bottom lip gingerly. “Now put your mouth to good use for me, love.”
Before Erik could get another word in, Charles shifted further, straddling the sides of Erik's head. Then, warmth was against his mouth.
Charles sighed in relief, keeping all his weight on his knees as he settled his cunt along Erik's face. It was clear he had no desire to overwhelm or smother the man below him, but from the way Erik's hands gripped Charles' thighs, it would seem Erik wanted just that.
Yes , Erik lamented, his mouth meeting the wetness in frenzied passion, licking firmly into Charles' cunt– always so bittersweet .
Charles moaned low and heavy in his chest, gripping the white hair underneath him. He guided Erik's head assuredly, meeting that wonderfully large tongue of his with the roll of his hips.
“ Fuck – Erik –” Charles gasped, his head falling back every time Erik sucked into him. Fingers dug deep into his thighs, bruising, but it would go unnoticed. Charles was too busy grinding down on Erik's face– Erik’s tongue –to care.
And Erik met it happily .
It's as if his body were on autopilot, acting on pure instinct as his breathing slowed into shallow breaths, his mouth opened, sucking into the sex, and his tongue dragged between the folds, pressing into the heat of Charles' hole, eating .
Charles moaned again, feeling Erik nose his clit with each drag of his tongue. “There– yes !” With a few more shallow rolls of his hips, Charles was already coming.
Erik let out a similar sound, tensing as Charles' thighs snapped tightly along the sides of his head, Charles’ weight resting completely on his face. He couldn't breath in those moments Charles came down from his orgasm, but he didn't feel the need to. He didn’t want to when he had Charles pressing so deeply against his mouth.
“So good , Erik…” Charles said, his voice nearly raw now. He squeezed his thighs again, relishing in the hum he received along his cunt in response.
Erik ran his hands down Charles' legs, groping them lightly and causing Charles to shift upward.
“...Are you alright?” Charles asked, just now realizing how long he hadn't moved. He straddled Erik's chest, leaning down ever so slightly to watch Erik with furrowed brows.
Erik grinned back, licking his lips wantonly. “ Perfect , my dear.” He blinked up at Charles through heavy eyelids, dazed and drunken on the pleasure shared between them.
Charles returned the expression, dipping to press a kiss onto Erik's swollen lips. “Are you hungry?” he asked, then he gave another kiss.
“Again already?” Erik groaned, his hands reaching to explore the front of Charles' chest as they spoke. The skin was soft and warm along his palms–he wanted to mark it.
Yes , he could go again.
Charles grabbed onto his wrists. “Don't be daft, you know what I mean.” He placed a kiss onto one of Erik's knuckles. “It would be a shame to let that wonderful meal you made go to waste.”
Erik considered the thought, still caught up in the way Charles' lips pressed against his skin. “Yes… I suppose I’m hungry.”
Charles seemed pleased by the answer. “Good, I'm starving.” In one swift motion he moved off Erik, standing at the edge of the bed and stretching momentarily as he adjusted his weight between his legs.
Erik could only stare at the back presented to him: flushed pink, littered with faint freckles and fading bite marks from the past few days.
Erik really had been incessant.
“Come on then.” Charles continued out of the bedroom. “I'll pour you a glass of wine.”
“Yes,” Erik replied hastily, eager to follow. “Wine sounds good.”