I can see you burning with desire for a kiss;
[ Locked to bringyoupeace. Terrible Things. ]
[ The fire is roaring in the study, the wood crackling against orange flames, and there's a smear of red against his thumb from the wine. Everything is warm and slow, like the world has turned down to just the bare minimum of sensation. Charles is talking, animated with his glass in his hand, and Erik watches him with dark eyes, hearing very little but very much paying attention.
There's beauty in how Charles' stands, the elegant lines of his body, his slight hips, sleeves rucked up to expose pale forearms. His breath comes shorter, sharper, setting his glass down. He waits until the other man passes again, wearing out a groove as he paces, and Erik snags him by the wrist, extracting the other glass before he tugs, yanking Charles down into his space, a sprawl of limbs as Erik brushes his lips against his pulse point, radiating warmth and amusement. ]
Darling, you talk too much.
[ The fire is roaring in the study, the wood crackling against orange flames, and there's a smear of red against his thumb from the wine. Everything is warm and slow, like the world has turned down to just the bare minimum of sensation. Charles is talking, animated with his glass in his hand, and Erik watches him with dark eyes, hearing very little but very much paying attention.
There's beauty in how Charles' stands, the elegant lines of his body, his slight hips, sleeves rucked up to expose pale forearms. His breath comes shorter, sharper, setting his glass down. He waits until the other man passes again, wearing out a groove as he paces, and Erik snags him by the wrist, extracting the other glass before he tugs, yanking Charles down into his space, a sprawl of limbs as Erik brushes his lips against his pulse point, radiating warmth and amusement. ]
Darling, you talk too much.