Cherik - Like A Prayer One-Shot (NSFW)
A/N: Listening to too much Madonna guys. Here's a one-shot that is NOT EVER SAFE FOR WORK. You're welcome. (Y'all should play Like a Prayer while reading)
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Life was a mystery. How did things end up like this?
Erik looked down through lidded eyes at the man kneeling in front of him, slowly unfastening his pants. He tried to wrap his thoughts around the idea that this was actually happening.
Erik had always been alone, ever since that day he had escaped the prison Shaw had created for him. All of the pain; those needles. He knew he could never allow himself to trust again, and yet…
He watched as Charles licked his lips, making the deep red hue of his lips shimmer in the dim hotel room lights. “Erik…” the man’s voice was hoarse with lust as he finally freed Erik from the confines of his jeans.
He had told himself he’d never trust anyone again, but the way Charles said his name… it felt like home.
He felt the man’s mouth close around the head of his cock, and the sudden warmth and wetness pulling a deep moan out of him.
“Charles…”
Charles shivered. He had never heard someone call his name that way. It was hot, sending spikes of arousal to his own cock as Erik repeated over and over, “Charles… Charles…” The name poured out of the man like a prayer.
And here Charles was on his knees, sucking Erik’s cock. It felt blasphemous, being on his knees in front of another man like this.
But this wasn’t just another man. It was Erik. He had wanted this from the moment he had pulled the man out of the water a few weeks earlier.
A clock stroke midnight somewhere in the room, and Charles chuckled to himself. A deep moan escaped Erik’s lips again as the laughter shook through his entire body. They had spent so many hours that night, drinking and avoiding the topic that they both wanted more than anything else. Only with the help of alcohol had Charles gained the courage to offer himself to Erik. He wanted this so badly; to feel the hot skin of Erik’s cock in his mouth; to make him moan and writhe. He could practically feel Erik’s power over metal start to lose control. Charles wanted to make him lose it. He wanted to take him there. And a thrill ran through him as he realized that he could.
Charles pushed down deeper, swirling his tongue around Erik’s shaft and sucking lightly. Erik inhaled a sharp breath. He heard Charles voice, a whisper as if he was breathing into his ear.
‘Erik.. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you. All of you.’
It took Erik a moment to realize that Charles was projecting and not actually speaking. It was soft and gentle, like an angel’s sigh filling him with a warmth he had never felt before. Erik felt like he was falling. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. Heaven help me.
Charles tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Erik couldn’t help bucking into it. He tried to apologize but Charles cut him off.
‘That’s fucking hot. Do it again.’ It wasn’t a request. Erik moaned and bucked again, letting his hands push into his hair. He gripped hard as Charles took all of him in. He didn’t think he would even be able to. God, it was like a dream.
Charles sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks, and it brought Erik close to the edge. His eyes shot open. He looked down to take in the sight, and noticed that one of Charles’ hands was pushing down onto his own erection. Charles moaned into Erik’s cock, and the combination of that plus the picture before him had Erik coming with a cry. Charles could read his mind, so he was prepared. He swallowed all of it as Erik rode out his orgasm, seeing white.
Charles watched Erik slump against the wall behind him. He noticed there was still some come on his cock, and with a quick flourish of his tongue, he licked it off. Erik hissed and his legs gave out. He slid unceremoniously to the floor, and the two men were now eye to eye.
If this was like a prayer, Charles would pray every night.
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Life was a mystery. How did things end up like this?
Erik looked down through lidded eyes at the man kneeling in front of him, slowly unfastening his pants. He tried to wrap his thoughts around the idea that this was actually happening.
Erik had always been alone, ever since that day he had escaped the prison Shaw had created for him. All of the pain; those needles. He knew he could never allow himself to trust again, and yet…
He watched as Charles licked his lips, making the deep red hue of his lips shimmer in the dim hotel room lights. “Erik…” the man’s voice was hoarse with lust as he finally freed Erik from the confines of his jeans.
He had told himself he’d never trust anyone again, but the way Charles said his name… it felt like home.
He felt the man’s mouth close around the head of his cock, and the sudden warmth and wetness pulling a deep moan out of him.
“Charles…”
Charles shivered. He had never heard someone call his name that way. It was hot, sending spikes of arousal to his own cock as Erik repeated over and over, “Charles… Charles…” The name poured out of the man like a prayer.
And here Charles was on his knees, sucking Erik’s cock. It felt blasphemous, being on his knees in front of another man like this.
But this wasn’t just another man. It was Erik. He had wanted this from the moment he had pulled the man out of the water a few weeks earlier.
A clock stroke midnight somewhere in the room, and Charles chuckled to himself. A deep moan escaped Erik’s lips again as the laughter shook through his entire body. They had spent so many hours that night, drinking and avoiding the topic that they both wanted more than anything else. Only with the help of alcohol had Charles gained the courage to offer himself to Erik. He wanted this so badly; to feel the hot skin of Erik’s cock in his mouth; to make him moan and writhe. He could practically feel Erik’s power over metal start to lose control. Charles wanted to make him lose it. He wanted to take him there. And a thrill ran through him as he realized that he could.
Charles pushed down deeper, swirling his tongue around Erik’s shaft and sucking lightly. Erik inhaled a sharp breath. He heard Charles voice, a whisper as if he was breathing into his ear.
‘Erik.. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you. All of you.’
It took Erik a moment to realize that Charles was projecting and not actually speaking. It was soft and gentle, like an angel’s sigh filling him with a warmth he had never felt before. Erik felt like he was falling. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. Heaven help me.
Charles tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Erik couldn’t help bucking into it. He tried to apologize but Charles cut him off.
‘That’s fucking hot. Do it again.’ It wasn’t a request. Erik moaned and bucked again, letting his hands push into his hair. He gripped hard as Charles took all of him in. He didn’t think he would even be able to. God, it was like a dream.
Charles sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks, and it brought Erik close to the edge. His eyes shot open. He looked down to take in the sight, and noticed that one of Charles’ hands was pushing down onto his own erection. Charles moaned into Erik’s cock, and the combination of that plus the picture before him had Erik coming with a cry. Charles could read his mind, so he was prepared. He swallowed all of it as Erik rode out his orgasm, seeing white.
Charles watched Erik slump against the wall behind him. He noticed there was still some come on his cock, and with a quick flourish of his tongue, he licked it off. Erik hissed and his legs gave out. He slid unceremoniously to the floor, and the two men were now eye to eye.
If this was like a prayer, Charles would pray every night.