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YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME.
PORN.
YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST SAW?
X-MEN: FIRST CLASS.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE ALWAYS SHIPPED THE HELL OF A LOT?
PROF. X AND MAGNETO, THAT'S WHO.
CAN YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING?
X-Men: First Class spoilers, Charles/Erik, NC17.
Neither of them say 'let's get naked', 'let's have sex'. The world is changing - will change even more, each second - and there are no coy phrases, nothing of what Charles would use, perhaps, in someone else, someone he didn't know. There isn't the painful lonely anger that has lead Erik for twenty years. There is just Charles' lips against his, a hand on his neck and Erik comes undone.
Charles' mouth tastes his cock, licks a long wet stripe down it, pale, rough hands on his hips and Erik groans, hands on the wooden headboard, fingertips itching to touch Charles.
'Not yet.'
He would laugh if he had the breath to spare, even as he looks at Charles, his hollowed cheeks and lips bruised red. There's a smirk there, or there'd be a smirk if his mouth wasn't underwise busy.
Erik thinks for a moment 'you have already been inside me, so very inside, deeper than anyone could ever be' but instead, he says "Want you," feeling the way Charles' body shivers at his voice and thoughts, the way the desire pours from his mind thick as warm honey.
'Cheat,' Charles sends, but he leaves his cock, moving forward. He's hard himself, and Erik smirks back at him, allows himself to touch him, hands running down the bumps on his back, lips against his, tasting himself, feeling the way Charles' mind touches his, moves through his, never hurting, just being there.
He opens himself, watching the way Charles' eyes flare and the way his thoughts heat as Erik's fingers open himself up, at the way that precious concentration breaks as Erik holds Charles's cock to penetrate himself, and then there's heat and warm and the steady feeling of Charles' own feelings and thoughts thrumming besides his own.
PORN.
YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST SAW?
X-MEN: FIRST CLASS.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE ALWAYS SHIPPED THE HELL OF A LOT?
PROF. X AND MAGNETO, THAT'S WHO.
CAN YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING?
X-Men: First Class spoilers, Charles/Erik, NC17.
Neither of them say 'let's get naked', 'let's have sex'. The world is changing - will change even more, each second - and there are no coy phrases, nothing of what Charles would use, perhaps, in someone else, someone he didn't know. There isn't the painful lonely anger that has lead Erik for twenty years. There is just Charles' lips against his, a hand on his neck and Erik comes undone.
Charles' mouth tastes his cock, licks a long wet stripe down it, pale, rough hands on his hips and Erik groans, hands on the wooden headboard, fingertips itching to touch Charles.
'Not yet.'
He would laugh if he had the breath to spare, even as he looks at Charles, his hollowed cheeks and lips bruised red. There's a smirk there, or there'd be a smirk if his mouth wasn't underwise busy.
Erik thinks for a moment 'you have already been inside me, so very inside, deeper than anyone could ever be' but instead, he says "Want you," feeling the way Charles' body shivers at his voice and thoughts, the way the desire pours from his mind thick as warm honey.
'Cheat,' Charles sends, but he leaves his cock, moving forward. He's hard himself, and Erik smirks back at him, allows himself to touch him, hands running down the bumps on his back, lips against his, tasting himself, feeling the way Charles' mind touches his, moves through his, never hurting, just being there.
He opens himself, watching the way Charles' eyes flare and the way his thoughts heat as Erik's fingers open himself up, at the way that precious concentration breaks as Erik holds Charles's cock to penetrate himself, and then there's heat and warm and the steady feeling of Charles' own feelings and thoughts thrumming besides his own.