Well now that was a clever use of someone's power and it had Charles chuckling, low and velvet rough with arousal as he tumbled back on the bed. Usually he was the one doing the undressing, this was definitely different and he almost protested.
Except his body definitely approved of this treatment and the bombardment of Erik's desire, combined with the older man's ragged breathing was a delicious cocktail to the telepath on both a physical and a psychic level. Shifting his hips, he helped with that stripping but sorry Erik, he's got boxers on under those slacks.
It's cold in space! Not that the sudden wash of air across the thin fabric of boxers seemed to do anything to diminish the erection their necking out in the kitchen had left him with.
"Damn your being all the way up there," Charles volleyed back, his accent noticeably thicker as he reached for the older man, seeking to tug him down onto the narrow bed with him.
It was going to be a tight fit but so far they'd managed it for sleeping purposes, Charles was fairly confident that they could pull off the sexual acrobatics.
Where there's a will... he sent, his mental touch warm, heated even but also relaxed and youthful, the sound at odds with the serious persona he adopted outside that bedroom door.
Cold, Charles? There's a reason you're joining Erik in his bed tonight, and it's not just because of the noticeable erection from either of them. But Erik chuckles regardless, far more at ease than he's ever been in his life and the dull aching pain from earlier has all but diminished from the constant warm touches from Charles.
Erik let himself get tugged down on the bed, moving to cover Charles as they worked themselves against the confines of the smaller bed, not enough space for either of them, but they'd manage for this.
"Is this close enough for you?" Erik teased lightly, coming face to face with the man, their bodies only inches apart from each other. Not nearly close enough, Erik mused, answering the question for Charles as he leaned down, lips pressed to Charles' reddened ones for a brief moment. He pulled away again, taking his time to look over the man half naked as he was.
With no noticeable height difference between them any longer, Erik tilted his head slightly, moving to nibble at the spot under his ear, the same spot he recalled from the last time they attempted this as turning Charles on very very much.
His hands reached down to the waistband of his boxers, toying with the elastic lightly before running his fingers up the side of his torso. Pressing their chests closer together, the physical touch powerful enough without Charles' psychic touches amplifying his own feelings, Erik sent back another thought, or is this better?
Its a shock, a delicious, delightful shock when Erik's weight comes down atop him and Charles is catching his breath as a riot of responses rush through him. There is the physical, which is a hard kick of lust, desire and pure need for more of this sensation, his legs parting almost instinctively to let Erik's body fit between them. There is the mental, a complicated cacophony of triggers that have him relaxing, pliant and trusting beneath the more powerful man and the emotional and even more complex set of reactions that Charles gives up trying to unwind as all that matters is it feels right.
Laughing, low and throaty, he reached up to gently bracket the hard face so close to his own, thumbs stroking tenderly along sharp cheekbones as blue eyes burned bright with emotion, desire and the unconditional acceptance of all things Erik. Then Charles is kissing him back, lips parting in welcome and invitation, feeding a soft groan down the older man's throat as the friction from Erik's slack drive him a little mad with wanting them gone.
Then Erik is breaking away and his lips are finding that spot once again and Charles' gasp is more audible as he arches beneath the body pressing him into the firm mattress. There is no holding back his responses to the other man, no chance to be coy or calculated, Erik is stripping away those artful defenses Charles uses in every interaction with his world, leaving him trembling against him.
I hope, and even his mental voice is becoming rough with need, the hot desire wrapping around the words. That you have a clue about how this works, because if you stop now...
Charles sent a demanding push of his own, an expression of just how deep his need to be with Erik like this was becoming, assurance that this was something he wanted, that this step, this intimacy was something he wanted with the same passion as Erik himself.
At every turn of their hands, every gasp from Charles, Erik's own defenses come crashing down, emboldened by the man's irresistible touch, the near electric shock running through him at the feel of hands on his face, lips crushing his own. He's most assuredly immersed in all things Charles, and it's an encouraging feeling, because at the heart of it, it's just the two of them.
The gasp from Charles has Erik laughing, deep and throaty at the audible sound of pleasure that comes from the man, unrestrained as it is. Erik took advantage of the movement from the other man, sliding a hand down Charles' back. In this state of intimacy, Charles was unyielding beautiful yielding himself up to Erik like this and yet he's still the man Erik has come to feel passionately about.
I think, Erik replied with another kiss to the same spot, it would be quite a shame if I didn't. His thoughts were clouded with need and arousal, and the very demand from Charles had him gasping against his neck, fully aware of how much they needed to do this.
He moved his hand across a nipple, fingers dusting lightly over the tender skin before it was accompanied by the feel of Erik's lips along his throat, moving down the muscle to the hollow just underneath.
Not bothering to conceal his thoughts, clear as they were that Charles was someone he wanted, Erik nibbled against the pale skin, sending the other man a very clear indication of just what he wanted to do; Charles' legs around him and Erik thrusting into the other man, his breath ragged at the very suggestion, cock straining against his pants. Erik really should be taking them off sooner rather than later, but Charles is stealing his attention and focus away and what would have been a clever suggestion for the man to take his pants off was the drawn out moan as the younger mutant presses against him, the drawn out "Charles..." on his lips.
Between the lips at his throat, the brush of one of those beautiful hands across his nipple and then the send Erik gave him of just what he wanted to do, Charles nearly lost his own train of thought. A sense of urgency, the likes of which he hadn't allowed himself in far too long, threatened to overwhelm him, cast him adrift to a point where all he could think about was fulfilling the ache that was tightening in his groin.
Curling his fingers tightly in short, dark auburn hair, Charles arched up into those touches of lips and hands, even as he mentally ... babbled.
I figure you know ... I mean obviously you ... bloody hell don't stop doing that and its just that I'm not sure...
Growling with frustration, both physical and a little at his own sudden inability to articulate, Charles squirmed to work his hand down between their bodies, his breath came in a hiss as his fingers settled atop Erik's substantial erection. Palming the heat of him through the maddening fabric of his slacks, Charles sent back a very clear picture to the effect of how this was going to ... well ... fit?
After he got that idea across, his thoughts broke apart as he realized just how intimately he was touching the other man, slacks or no slacks and that inquisitive Xavier mind got the better of him. Walking his fingers along the trapped shaft, Charles brushed the pad of his thumb against the point where the flared head strained the fabric of Erik's trousers, sweeping the digit back and forth, the younger mutant shamelessly explored another man's cock for the first time in his life.
"Damnit, you bastard," Erik very nearly growled at the first touch of the man's hand against his erection. Though Erik had no experience with another man, despite his own preferences for them, a particular taste that he just now indulging for the first time, it didn't take much to figure out where Charles' inability to speak was coming from.
The hand on Charles' back had dropped down to just under the curve of his ass, squeezing along a single cheek as Erik physically gave the man a direction to shut up. Not that Erik was complaining over the constant stream of thoughts, but they'd get there, they'd get there now because for all his confusion and incoherency, Charles was very good at letting Erik know of the physical frustration between them, his own cock straining against his slacks.
Do that again, he sent, voice husky with need as Charles' thumb ran over the head of his cock. Nevermind Charles for just a moment, the feel of the man's fingers along his erection had Erik fumbling with the zipper and belt, momentarily forgetting the use of his power as he shoved his own trousers down along with his boxers, exposing himself entirely for the younger mutant.
He'd make it fit, because with the way the other mutant reacted, Erik's own urgency and need was threatening to overwhelm him and they'd do this now.
Though he heard the clatter of belt and the rasp of a zipper, Charles was still surprised when the rough feel of fabric slid out from beneath his fingers and...
"Oh!" He gasped, brilliantly as he brushed across the velvety heat of Erik's naked erection.
It wasn't as if Charles wasn't intimately familiar with his own cock but there was just a difference between stroking yourself off and actually handling the prick of another man. Erik fit, hot and heavy against his palm, the tip pushing at the delicate skin at Charles' wrist and of course, the angle was completely different to how he would hold himself.
Yet it was fascinating, especially when touching Erik seemed to result in the older man's breathing becoming ragged in such a delightful way. Reaching downwards, he caught Erik at the base and gave an experimental stroke of his shaft, thumb once again caressing the plump tip. As he touched him, Charles watched Erik's face intently, his mind quiet as he just studied those pale eyes.
Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Charles repeated the action, suddenly very aware that Erik was completely naked in his arms. That only his own boxer shorts separated their bodies, boxer shorts that needed to come off, please and thank you because he wanted to feel those strong hands moving across the curve of his ass.
The feel of Charles' hand on his cock directly was absolutely delightful and Erik pulled himself up to look down at the other man. Pale eyes darkened with arousal, and Erik had long since given up on steadying himself, irregular breaths at every touch and the feel of Charles' slender fingers wrapped around him.
It didn't need to be said, but the implicit don't stop, Charles was on the forefront of Erik's mind as he moved to kiss the man again. Tugging on his lower lip, Erik moved to take it in between his own teeth, kissing him fervently. He had never allowed anyone to take his shaft like that, and here was Charles with all his naivety of handling another man's cock with his fingers, strokes that only served to elicit a further gasp from Erik.
With Charles' hand on him, experimenting and teasing Erik in such ways, he moved to tug the younger mutant's boxers off, sliding them off his slender waist towards his thighs. Reluctantly pulling away from Charles, Erik moved to sit up straight, hands running over the underside of his thighs as the boxers came off. Shifting to his side, Erik pulled the boxer shorts off completely. He moved to pick up where he left off, kissing Charles again as his hands found their way to the curve of Charles' ass, cock twitching between them.
Charles turned into that kiss, nipping softly at Erik's lips even as his own was trapped between those teeth and with the unspoken encouragement, he's continuing his explorations. Sliding his thumb up along the thick vein to the ridge just beneath the head, he delicately teases at the slit and picking up whatever moisture might be available.
This he spreads across the flared head, squirming a little with the motions make a moist, lewd sound to mingle with the roughness of their breathing. A shifting of his hips helps get the waistband of his boxers off over his ass, though he makes a low sound of frustration when Erik has to pull away and sit up to get the garment the rest of the way off his legs.
As the cool, recycled air moves across his body, Charles gives a little shiver before Erik is back in his arms and kissing him once more and now, there is nothing between them. It should feel so strange, being naked like this, aroused like this with another man but Charles finds himself stretching towards, Erik. One pale leg lifted to curl around the older mutant's hip and a gasp of shock and low growl of pleasure was fed into that kiss as their cocks bumped against one another.
Without giving it too much thought, Charles opened his hand and caught his own shaft with his thumb, drawing it up against Erik's and then slowly rocking his hips for the friction. The pleasure of it had him whimpering against his friend's ... no against his lover's mouth.
Erik rocked back, giving into delightful friction as Charles pressed their cocks together. It was an entirely new sensation, giving into the feel of the other man wrapped around him, the warmth of his body, the heat emanating from their shafts and Erik wanted this, fully enjoyed the touch from the younger mutant. At every teasing touch, the feel of Charles' thumb across the slit of his cock had Erik groaning, grinding against him in pleasure.
Sliding his hand up Charles' thigh, Erik leaned into the embrace, gasping against the man's lips. They're naked, both naked against each other, but it's a delicious touch, the feel of skin on skin, and this right here, feels right. He could stay like this, wrapped against Charles for eternity and not have to worry about other problems at loose, just the two of them, perfectly intertwined in every manner.
But as it was, the friction was getting the better of him, and the feel of Charles' hand on his cock had Erik wanting more. Pale eyes clouded with lust as Erik looked down at Charles as he rocked their bodies together, nudging the younger mutant against the mattress of the bed. Another audible gasp and Erik's hand trailed the man's ass, following the curve with a firm squeeze of the cheek before grazing a thumb lightly over his hole, just barely pressing in.
He would have had to have been dead and cold for some months not to respond to Erik's passions and Charles was finding himself anything but cold to this. The physical heat paled in comparison to the flare of wants and needs the older man stirred in him, the warm press of Erik's hard mouth against his own causing Charles to nibble and nip against his lips.
The friction was mind blowing and even as he felt his own dick giving over its share of moisture, he was hard pressed to feel embarrassed by the eagerness of his desires. Not caught up close against Erik's naked body like he was, secure in his lover's arms, secure in a way Charles realized he'd never, ever known in his life.
Wrapped in that cloudy haze of pleasure, security, desire, need and pure want, he rolled to his back, pliant and more than willing. It wasn't until Erik's thumb brushed across his entrance, teased and then pressed within that Charles tensed with uncertainty.
"Erik," he breathed against the other man's mouth, his hand sliding up into auburn hair and kneading, a gesture that was meant to be reassuring to both Erik and himself. "Maybe ... ah ... spit, lotion or ... something?"
He wasn't sure, found himself racking his memory for wisps of thoughts he'd picked up at some of the bars he'd always walked passed in New York on his way to this club or that. Not enough to give him a full picture but there were enough memories of -why we don't look in the alleyways- to recall the idea of lubrication of some sort.
Blue eyes, equal parts heavy desire and concern, flashed up to grey. The press of that his lover's thumb wasn't painful, just uncomfortable enough with the promise that if Erik pushed further it was going to hurt and Charles didn't want that. For either of them.
He lost himself within the haze of pleasure, clouded with desire and want. All of this felt right, so perfectly right and Charles wasn't pulling away, no longer just a friend, but something more so, a lover if Erik would allow himself to indulge that word.
For the first time Erik simply felt safe, hand sliding up to the small of Charles back as he kissed back, lost in the taste of the other man. There was a comfort to Charles' body, the friction of their cocks pressed to each other, warm breaths from each other circulating the air, and the touch. It was the touch Erik lost himself in, skin to skin contact, reassuring hands through his hair and feeling that Erik was far closer to someone than he had ever let on.
The words caught Erik off guard and for a while he lay there, looking into blue eyes, darkened with desire. It was as if he didn't hear them at first, distracted as he was by the man underneath them and his own heavy breathes. "Right."
Even as the process registered to him under the hazy cloud of desire, Erik didn't move immediately, not wanting to let go of his lover. Charles was right, they needed something, that much was clear. Extricating himself, Erik drew a sharp intake of breath as he pulled away from Charles, cool air once again between him and the younger mutant.
Shifting over to his side, Erik fumbled through the nightstand drawers. He had rummaged through him the first night he arrived, finding the discreet bottle of lotion carefully tucked aside. Erik didn't think much of it at the time, but in his state of pleasure it only pointed to one clear thing.
As confident as he had been earlier, the hesitance at making a move flared again. It would be first time and the last thing Erik wanted from either of them was to make things uncomfortable. Pressing the bottle into Charles' hand, Erik gathered him up, kissing him softly, the barest trace of a tongue against his lips before he pulled away.
"You do it," he said, voice low and husky with desire. Erik brought Charles' other hand back to his cock, guiding his hand over the flared head. As thrilling as the idea was, he wanted nothing more than to let his lover adjust to what they were about to do, on his own terms.
Charles gave a soft grumble when Erik moved aside and the cool air in the room brushed across overheated flesh. He turned his head and watched with gentle affection in his eyes as his lover dug around in the nightstand and surfaced with a small bottle of something.
Dark eyebrows lifted slightly when Erik pressed the bottle into his hand.
"I .. ahhh ... hmmm," Charles said thoughtfully, relaxing into strong arms as Erik once against gathering him close and he dropped his head against the older man's shoulder, hiding the blush that stained his cheeks.
Working the cap off the bottle, he gave the contents an experimental sniff, pleased to find that there was no strong odor beyond the softness of an oil and whatever made the lotion slick. Licking his lip, he glanced up when Erik drew his hand back down to his cock, the flush on his face darkening as arousal mixed in with a hint of bashfulness.
Smearing lotion across his fingers, Charles wriggled about a little until he could bury his face into the comforting curve of Erik's throat, mouthing softly at the skin there. Looping one leg up over his lover's hip, Charles slipped his hand down between the cleft of his own ass, gliding the lotion across his own entrance.
Taking a deep breath, one that was full of the scent of his closest friend, he pressed first one finger and then a second into his own body, shuddering a little at the sensation. It was different, a strange, stretching sensation that married to the state of his current arousal, though Charles pushed closer to Erik, seeking the reassurance of his embrace as he began to carefully slick himself in anticipation of a much larger penetration.
Erik pressed against him, one hand tangling into Charles' hair at the feel of his face on his shoulder. The embrace was reassuring because as aroused as he was, moving beyond the basic principles of the act, physically penetrating Charles.
Taking the bottle back, Erik held the bottle upside down, deftly unscrewing the cap with two fingers before pouring it across his palm. There were no graceful movements behind this as Erik moved to slick his own cock, hissing at the cool touch of lotion to warm skin. He lathered the lotion over the length of his shaft, slick enough to ease the penetration.
He watched Charles through darkened eyes, further aroused at the sight of his lover penetrating himself in preparation. Erik had told Charles to do it on his own terms, to avoid making the situation uncomfortable, the last thing on either of their minds; but the embrace of Charles against him and watching the man slide his fingers to his entrance had Erik wanting more.
Pressing a well slicked hand to the curve of Charles' ass, Erik leaned in, breath warm against the man's ear. "If you like... Charles," Erik breathed. Let me?
As he worked his fingers within his own body, there was only so far he could reach but he began to squirm with the mental image that Erik had sent earlier of the older man atop him, thrusting. Charles wanted that, he realized he wanted it a great deal, more than he'd let himself even anticipate until this moment and need began to overwhelm the feelings of uncertainty.
When Erik took the bottle and slicked up his own cock, Charles squirmed against him, his leg anchoring against the other man's hip as he pushed his own aching length into the flat expanse of his lover's abdomen. Then those long fingers were moving down and between his legs, touching him in a way that no one hand had ever touched him and Charles gasped, surprised by the soft sound that fell from his own lips.
Erik was undoing him, deftly snipping away decades of self imposed restraint and Charles reached up to grasp him, afraid of falling into the tumble of emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in forever.
"Pl...please," his voice was rough, aching with need, the strength of which kicked across his mental touch as he reached for Erik that way as well. Touch me, Erik, please, please touch me. I want you, I want you so badly...
All he needed was that first please before Erik kicked past his own moment of uncertainty. His hand slid over Charles' ass and he pressed a single finger in, slick from the lotion, followed almost immediately by a second, inserting them in as far as he could go.
Shifting so that Charles could neatly wrap his legs around Erik's hips, Erik pulled out his fingers, repeating the process in anticipation of his cock fitting in there, aroused as he was. There was only so much Erik was patient for, his own arousal achingly hard and demanding to be in Charles and those mental pleas only intensified his own feelings. What restraint Erik had, what restraint he desperately tried to hold onto was coming undone by Charles around him.
He spread his fingers inside of Charles, an involuntary gasp at how tight it felt, how tight it would feel if it was his shaft in him. "Charles..." Even the name of his lover came out roughly, the sheer strength of desire overwhelming him before he pulled his fingers out. I want you -- need you, Charles. Let me fuck you, please. Erik repeated the motions, fingers sliding in and hour, wanting the man's approval for this, that they needed to do this.
They had been dancing around each other for so long and right now, he was on the verge of falling apart, losing himself in Charles, the way his eyes clouded with lust, cock straining against Erik's torso. His other hand ran over Charles' shaft, thumb running over the slit briefly before stroking his length, teasing the younger mutant.
Except his body definitely approved of this treatment and the bombardment of Erik's desire, combined with the older man's ragged breathing was a delicious cocktail to the telepath on both a physical and a psychic level. Shifting his hips, he helped with that stripping but sorry Erik, he's got boxers on under those slacks.
It's cold in space! Not that the sudden wash of air across the thin fabric of boxers seemed to do anything to diminish the erection their necking out in the kitchen had left him with.
"Damn your being all the way up there," Charles volleyed back, his accent noticeably thicker as he reached for the older man, seeking to tug him down onto the narrow bed with him.
It was going to be a tight fit but so far they'd managed it for sleeping purposes, Charles was fairly confident that they could pull off the sexual acrobatics.
Where there's a will... he sent, his mental touch warm, heated even but also relaxed and youthful, the sound at odds with the serious persona he adopted outside that bedroom door.
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Erik let himself get tugged down on the bed, moving to cover Charles as they worked themselves against the confines of the smaller bed, not enough space for either of them, but they'd manage for this.
"Is this close enough for you?" Erik teased lightly, coming face to face with the man, their bodies only inches apart from each other. Not nearly close enough, Erik mused, answering the question for Charles as he leaned down, lips pressed to Charles' reddened ones for a brief moment. He pulled away again, taking his time to look over the man half naked as he was.
With no noticeable height difference between them any longer, Erik tilted his head slightly, moving to nibble at the spot under his ear, the same spot he recalled from the last time they attempted this as turning Charles on very very much.
His hands reached down to the waistband of his boxers, toying with the elastic lightly before running his fingers up the side of his torso. Pressing their chests closer together, the physical touch powerful enough without Charles' psychic touches amplifying his own feelings, Erik sent back another thought, or is this better?
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Laughing, low and throaty, he reached up to gently bracket the hard face so close to his own, thumbs stroking tenderly along sharp cheekbones as blue eyes burned bright with emotion, desire and the unconditional acceptance of all things Erik. Then Charles is kissing him back, lips parting in welcome and invitation, feeding a soft groan down the older man's throat as the friction from Erik's slack drive him a little mad with wanting them gone.
Then Erik is breaking away and his lips are finding that spot once again and Charles' gasp is more audible as he arches beneath the body pressing him into the firm mattress. There is no holding back his responses to the other man, no chance to be coy or calculated, Erik is stripping away those artful defenses Charles uses in every interaction with his world, leaving him trembling against him.
I hope, and even his mental voice is becoming rough with need, the hot desire wrapping around the words. That you have a clue about how this works, because if you stop now...
Charles sent a demanding push of his own, an expression of just how deep his need to be with Erik like this was becoming, assurance that this was something he wanted, that this step, this intimacy was something he wanted with the same passion as Erik himself.
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The gasp from Charles has Erik laughing, deep and throaty at the audible sound of pleasure that comes from the man, unrestrained as it is. Erik took advantage of the movement from the other man, sliding a hand down Charles' back. In this state of intimacy, Charles was unyielding beautiful yielding himself up to Erik like this and yet he's still the man Erik has come to feel passionately about.
I think, Erik replied with another kiss to the same spot, it would be quite a shame if I didn't. His thoughts were clouded with need and arousal, and the very demand from Charles had him gasping against his neck, fully aware of how much they needed to do this.
He moved his hand across a nipple, fingers dusting lightly over the tender skin before it was accompanied by the feel of Erik's lips along his throat, moving down the muscle to the hollow just underneath.
Not bothering to conceal his thoughts, clear as they were that Charles was someone he wanted, Erik nibbled against the pale skin, sending the other man a very clear indication of just what he wanted to do; Charles' legs around him and Erik thrusting into the other man, his breath ragged at the very suggestion, cock straining against his pants. Erik really should be taking them off sooner rather than later, but Charles is stealing his attention and focus away and what would have been a clever suggestion for the man to take his pants off was the drawn out moan as the younger mutant presses against him, the drawn out "Charles..." on his lips.
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Curling his fingers tightly in short, dark auburn hair, Charles arched up into those touches of lips and hands, even as he mentally ... babbled.
I figure you know ... I mean obviously you ... bloody hell don't stop doing that and its just that I'm not sure...
Growling with frustration, both physical and a little at his own sudden inability to articulate, Charles squirmed to work his hand down between their bodies, his breath came in a hiss as his fingers settled atop Erik's substantial erection. Palming the heat of him through the maddening fabric of his slacks, Charles sent back a very clear picture to the effect of how this was going to ... well ... fit?
After he got that idea across, his thoughts broke apart as he realized just how intimately he was touching the other man, slacks or no slacks and that inquisitive Xavier mind got the better of him. Walking his fingers along the trapped shaft, Charles brushed the pad of his thumb against the point where the flared head strained the fabric of Erik's trousers, sweeping the digit back and forth, the younger mutant shamelessly explored another man's cock for the first time in his life.
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The hand on Charles' back had dropped down to just under the curve of his ass, squeezing along a single cheek as Erik physically gave the man a direction to shut up. Not that Erik was complaining over the constant stream of thoughts, but they'd get there, they'd get there now because for all his confusion and incoherency, Charles was very good at letting Erik know of the physical frustration between them, his own cock straining against his slacks.
Do that again, he sent, voice husky with need as Charles' thumb ran over the head of his cock. Nevermind Charles for just a moment, the feel of the man's fingers along his erection had Erik fumbling with the zipper and belt, momentarily forgetting the use of his power as he shoved his own trousers down along with his boxers, exposing himself entirely for the younger mutant.
He'd make it fit, because with the way the other mutant reacted, Erik's own urgency and need was threatening to overwhelm him and they'd do this now.
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"Oh!" He gasped, brilliantly as he brushed across the velvety heat of Erik's naked erection.
It wasn't as if Charles wasn't intimately familiar with his own cock but there was just a difference between stroking yourself off and actually handling the prick of another man. Erik fit, hot and heavy against his palm, the tip pushing at the delicate skin at Charles' wrist and of course, the angle was completely different to how he would hold himself.
Yet it was fascinating, especially when touching Erik seemed to result in the older man's breathing becoming ragged in such a delightful way. Reaching downwards, he caught Erik at the base and gave an experimental stroke of his shaft, thumb once again caressing the plump tip. As he touched him, Charles watched Erik's face intently, his mind quiet as he just studied those pale eyes.
Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Charles repeated the action, suddenly very aware that Erik was completely naked in his arms. That only his own boxer shorts separated their bodies, boxer shorts that needed to come off, please and thank you because he wanted to feel those strong hands moving across the curve of his ass.
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It didn't need to be said, but the implicit don't stop, Charles was on the forefront of Erik's mind as he moved to kiss the man again. Tugging on his lower lip, Erik moved to take it in between his own teeth, kissing him fervently. He had never allowed anyone to take his shaft like that, and here was Charles with all his naivety of handling another man's cock with his fingers, strokes that only served to elicit a further gasp from Erik.
With Charles' hand on him, experimenting and teasing Erik in such ways, he moved to tug the younger mutant's boxers off, sliding them off his slender waist towards his thighs. Reluctantly pulling away from Charles, Erik moved to sit up straight, hands running over the underside of his thighs as the boxers came off. Shifting to his side, Erik pulled the boxer shorts off completely. He moved to pick up where he left off, kissing Charles again as his hands found their way to the curve of Charles' ass, cock twitching between them.
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This he spreads across the flared head, squirming a little with the motions make a moist, lewd sound to mingle with the roughness of their breathing. A shifting of his hips helps get the waistband of his boxers off over his ass, though he makes a low sound of frustration when Erik has to pull away and sit up to get the garment the rest of the way off his legs.
As the cool, recycled air moves across his body, Charles gives a little shiver before Erik is back in his arms and kissing him once more and now, there is nothing between them. It should feel so strange, being naked like this, aroused like this with another man but Charles finds himself stretching towards, Erik. One pale leg lifted to curl around the older mutant's hip and a gasp of shock and low growl of pleasure was fed into that kiss as their cocks bumped against one another.
Without giving it too much thought, Charles opened his hand and caught his own shaft with his thumb, drawing it up against Erik's and then slowly rocking his hips for the friction. The pleasure of it had him whimpering against his friend's ... no against his lover's mouth.
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Sliding his hand up Charles' thigh, Erik leaned into the embrace, gasping against the man's lips. They're naked, both naked against each other, but it's a delicious touch, the feel of skin on skin, and this right here, feels right. He could stay like this, wrapped against Charles for eternity and not have to worry about other problems at loose, just the two of them, perfectly intertwined in every manner.
But as it was, the friction was getting the better of him, and the feel of Charles' hand on his cock had Erik wanting more. Pale eyes clouded with lust as Erik looked down at Charles as he rocked their bodies together, nudging the younger mutant against the mattress of the bed. Another audible gasp and Erik's hand trailed the man's ass, following the curve with a firm squeeze of the cheek before grazing a thumb lightly over his hole, just barely pressing in.
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The friction was mind blowing and even as he felt his own dick giving over its share of moisture, he was hard pressed to feel embarrassed by the eagerness of his desires. Not caught up close against Erik's naked body like he was, secure in his lover's arms, secure in a way Charles realized he'd never, ever known in his life.
Wrapped in that cloudy haze of pleasure, security, desire, need and pure want, he rolled to his back, pliant and more than willing. It wasn't until Erik's thumb brushed across his entrance, teased and then pressed within that Charles tensed with uncertainty.
"Erik," he breathed against the other man's mouth, his hand sliding up into auburn hair and kneading, a gesture that was meant to be reassuring to both Erik and himself. "Maybe ... ah ... spit, lotion or ... something?"
He wasn't sure, found himself racking his memory for wisps of thoughts he'd picked up at some of the bars he'd always walked passed in New York on his way to this club or that. Not enough to give him a full picture but there were enough memories of -why we don't look in the alleyways- to recall the idea of lubrication of some sort.
Blue eyes, equal parts heavy desire and concern, flashed up to grey. The press of that his lover's thumb wasn't painful, just uncomfortable enough with the promise that if Erik pushed further it was going to hurt and Charles didn't want that. For either of them.
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For the first time Erik simply felt safe, hand sliding up to the small of Charles back as he kissed back, lost in the taste of the other man. There was a comfort to Charles' body, the friction of their cocks pressed to each other, warm breaths from each other circulating the air, and the touch. It was the touch Erik lost himself in, skin to skin contact, reassuring hands through his hair and feeling that Erik was far closer to someone than he had ever let on.
The words caught Erik off guard and for a while he lay there, looking into blue eyes, darkened with desire. It was as if he didn't hear them at first, distracted as he was by the man underneath them and his own heavy breathes. "Right."
Even as the process registered to him under the hazy cloud of desire, Erik didn't move immediately, not wanting to let go of his lover. Charles was right, they needed something, that much was clear. Extricating himself, Erik drew a sharp intake of breath as he pulled away from Charles, cool air once again between him and the younger mutant.
Shifting over to his side, Erik fumbled through the nightstand drawers. He had rummaged through him the first night he arrived, finding the discreet bottle of lotion carefully tucked aside. Erik didn't think much of it at the time, but in his state of pleasure it only pointed to one clear thing.
As confident as he had been earlier, the hesitance at making a move flared again. It would be first time and the last thing Erik wanted from either of them was to make things uncomfortable. Pressing the bottle into Charles' hand, Erik gathered him up, kissing him softly, the barest trace of a tongue against his lips before he pulled away.
"You do it," he said, voice low and husky with desire. Erik brought Charles' other hand back to his cock, guiding his hand over the flared head. As thrilling as the idea was, he wanted nothing more than to let his lover adjust to what they were about to do, on his own terms.
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Dark eyebrows lifted slightly when Erik pressed the bottle into his hand.
"I .. ahhh ... hmmm," Charles said thoughtfully, relaxing into strong arms as Erik once against gathering him close and he dropped his head against the older man's shoulder, hiding the blush that stained his cheeks.
Working the cap off the bottle, he gave the contents an experimental sniff, pleased to find that there was no strong odor beyond the softness of an oil and whatever made the lotion slick. Licking his lip, he glanced up when Erik drew his hand back down to his cock, the flush on his face darkening as arousal mixed in with a hint of bashfulness.
Smearing lotion across his fingers, Charles wriggled about a little until he could bury his face into the comforting curve of Erik's throat, mouthing softly at the skin there. Looping one leg up over his lover's hip, Charles slipped his hand down between the cleft of his own ass, gliding the lotion across his own entrance.
Taking a deep breath, one that was full of the scent of his closest friend, he pressed first one finger and then a second into his own body, shuddering a little at the sensation. It was different, a strange, stretching sensation that married to the state of his current arousal, though Charles pushed closer to Erik, seeking the reassurance of his embrace as he began to carefully slick himself in anticipation of a much larger penetration.
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Taking the bottle back, Erik held the bottle upside down, deftly unscrewing the cap with two fingers before pouring it across his palm. There were no graceful movements behind this as Erik moved to slick his own cock, hissing at the cool touch of lotion to warm skin. He lathered the lotion over the length of his shaft, slick enough to ease the penetration.
He watched Charles through darkened eyes, further aroused at the sight of his lover penetrating himself in preparation. Erik had told Charles to do it on his own terms, to avoid making the situation uncomfortable, the last thing on either of their minds; but the embrace of Charles against him and watching the man slide his fingers to his entrance had Erik wanting more.
Pressing a well slicked hand to the curve of Charles' ass, Erik leaned in, breath warm against the man's ear. "If you like... Charles," Erik breathed. Let me?
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When Erik took the bottle and slicked up his own cock, Charles squirmed against him, his leg anchoring against the other man's hip as he pushed his own aching length into the flat expanse of his lover's abdomen. Then those long fingers were moving down and between his legs, touching him in a way that no one hand had ever touched him and Charles gasped, surprised by the soft sound that fell from his own lips.
Erik was undoing him, deftly snipping away decades of self imposed restraint and Charles reached up to grasp him, afraid of falling into the tumble of emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in forever.
"Pl...please," his voice was rough, aching with need, the strength of which kicked across his mental touch as he reached for Erik that way as well. Touch me, Erik, please, please touch me. I want you, I want you so badly...
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Shifting so that Charles could neatly wrap his legs around Erik's hips, Erik pulled out his fingers, repeating the process in anticipation of his cock fitting in there, aroused as he was. There was only so much Erik was patient for, his own arousal achingly hard and demanding to be in Charles and those mental pleas only intensified his own feelings. What restraint Erik had, what restraint he desperately tried to hold onto was coming undone by Charles around him.
He spread his fingers inside of Charles, an involuntary gasp at how tight it felt, how tight it would feel if it was his shaft in him. "Charles..." Even the name of his lover came out roughly, the sheer strength of desire overwhelming him before he pulled his fingers out. I want you -- need you, Charles. Let me fuck you, please. Erik repeated the motions, fingers sliding in and hour, wanting the man's approval for this, that they needed to do this.
They had been dancing around each other for so long and right now, he was on the verge of falling apart, losing himself in Charles, the way his eyes clouded with lust, cock straining against Erik's torso. His other hand ran over Charles' shaft, thumb running over the slit briefly before stroking his length, teasing the younger mutant.
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