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FILL: Armado 5/6

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Charles wants to press back, but Erik puts a firm hand on the small of his back so he can’t move. Erik moves agonizingly slow, and every inch pulls and stretches until it starts to burn and Charles flinches. “You’re not wet enough,” Erik whispers hotly into his neck, withdrawing slowly so he can apply more lubricant. The hollow feeling that follows Erik’s cock leaving his body is unexpectedly shocking, radiating bolts of pleasure up through his body from his abused hole. Charles groans, clenching his fists in the sheets.

The seconds it takes Erik to reapply the slick are agonizing. They’d just barely started, and Charles is painfully hard after his first orgasm and after feeling Erik’s cock stretching him open for the first time.

Erik presses in with no hesitation, his cock slippery enough to penetrate balls-deep without any friction, but Charles can’t move all the same because Erik is breaking him in half and every twitch, every movement, is wracking his body and Erik’s cock is crushing his prostate. Charles chokes, and Erik tries to move. Charles flails, reaching behind him to stop Erik, pressing into his head with his telepathy to tell him to stop, don’t move, oh god-I’m cumming, darling-before clenching helplessly around Erik in the throes of his orgasm, and it’s painful tightening up because Erik is already too big to be in him in the first place. He feels it in his entire body, all the way to the tips of his fingers.

Erik is gripping his hip in a bruising hold while he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, and he knows Erik is waiting to move, desperately fighting the urge to just thrust.

“E-Erik,” Charles gasps out, trying to urge him on, and it’s all Erik needs to snap his hips into Charles’, grinding his cock hard into Charles’ ass before pulling out nearly all the way and plunging back in urgently.

Charles sobs at Erik’s unforgiving pace. He’s too big, too rough, but Charles is sure he can handle it-this is what he’s wanted so so badly-more than anything else in his life. And when Erik cums he grabs Charles’ hips in a biting grip and snaps him back onto his cock so hard Charles’ thighs slap against Erik’s with a sharp smack.

They’re both breathing heavily, flushed and shaking with the effort of their fucking. Erik pulls out so slowly, Charles barely feels the ache that follows the absence, but it’s still there. Erik’s cock slips free easily thanks to his seed and the slick that leaks out after. Charles tries to close his knees, but Erik stops him-forcibly yanking his legs apart before reaching up to gently finger Charles’ stretched hole.

He’s sore to the touch, and every other movement of Erik’s fingers sting a little, but it reminds him of their sex, and that feels better than anything. Erik lies out next to him, his fingers moving rhythmically in and out of him for a long few moments until Charles is moaning with pleasure again and his cock has sprung to attention.

Erik pulls out and nudges Charles’ hip so he’ll roll over onto his back. Erik moves between his legs and simultaneously takes the head of Charles’ mostly hard cock into his mouth while pressing his fingers back into him. Charles cums hard into Erik’s throat when Erik runs his tongue along the inside of his foreskin, and it’s so intense that Charles grays out for a moment.

When he’s coherent again, he realizes that Erik has gone to fetch a towel to clean him up. Charles tries to sit up, but-frighteningly enough-he finds his hips and ass are so intensely sore that he can barely move his legs. Erik returns and Charles looks at him helplessly, falling back against the pillows.

Erik wipes the semen and lubricant from his thigh with reverent care and says, “I told you I would wreck you,” but there’s a sudden fondness in his voice that makes Charles smile reluctantly.

“And I told you I could handle it-which I have,” Charles says matter-of-factly.