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Charles is babbling, words tumbling over each other: “Your hands, oh god Erik, love your hands, want them all over me, wanted that so much so long.”
So that's why he was staring. It all makes sense now, not that it matters.
Erik closes his fingers around Charles's cock and begins to stroke.
“Yes,” Charles says. “Oh god, please, like that.”
The velvety feel of the head as Erik twists his palm around it makes his own cock throb harder. He shoves his pants down with his free hand and presses against Charles, sliding their cocks together. It feels so good Erik has to bite back a moan. He wraps his hand around them both and pulls and squeezes them together, setting a pace that's just slow enough to make Charles whine with frustration.
He holds the orgasm at bay for as long as he can, wanting to draw it out as much as possible, but it can't take long now, can't last, wanting it too much and it feels so good, too good, more and not enough and then everything fuses and shatters and clenches as Charles cries out and he follows. He collapses on top of Charles, gasping and seeing stars, wet heat joining their bodies as if they'll never be parted again.
They lie together, shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Lazy and sleepy, savouring the sweet slow thrumming of blood in their veins. Heavy-limbed and heavy-eyed. He kisses Charles, and Charles kisses back, and his mouth is the most beautiful thing Erik's mouth has ever felt, like a gorgeous sentient fruit. Erik laughs at the thought and Charles laughs too, saying “I know, it's all back to front.”
“What?” Erik says.
“Kissing's what you do first, right?”
I wouldn't know, Erik thinks, and feels such a surge of protective tenderness and love from Charles in answer that he's almost choked with it. He tries to pull away but Charles clings to him, wrapping his legs around Erik's and twining his fingers in Erik's hair.
It's all for you, he hears Charles thinking. Whatever you want, I want to give you, Erik. Now and always.
“I promise I'll never hurt you,” Charles says out loud. He looks up at Erik, innocent face shining with intention and faith, and Erik's heart feels as if something is squeezing it, hard.
“I can't promise you the same,” Erik says harshly.
The world has come bursting back into the room, and what lies ahead of them is suddenly very sharp and clear.
I don't care, Charles says in his mind, and he pulls Erik down again into his arms.
Erik can hear the young ones coming back from their race. Time seems elastic, though he knows it's not. He wonders how long they've got before everything falls apart. He buries his face in Charles's hair and tries to think of nothing.
[OP, I'm not sure this is what you wanted. It set out to be PWP fluff but took a swerve into something else at the end; sorry!]
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Thank you so much for this wonderful comment - I really wasn't sure whether this fic worked as a whole, and I am so pleased that you had that response to it!
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That shot of angst at the end gives it this bittersweet tang ... -__-
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