FILL: Never Enough (3/4)helens78July 24 2011, 07:07:36 UTC
«Please what?» Charles asks. He kisses Erik's shoulder. «Does it still feel good?»
«Yes...» There's a but implicit in the word, and Charles draws it out of his mind with relative ease. But it's a tease, I can't come, it's too much, but oh, I want it, I want it...
"Oh," Charles breathes. His hand works a little faster, and he scoots even closer, his whole body pressed up to Erik's now. "Oh, Erik, let me..."
«Yes,» Erik sends, «let you what?»
But by the time he's formed the question, Charles is already inside his mind, showing him.
There are pleasure centers in the brain, Charles has told him that; Erik's never really pursued the idea, because Charles is so damnably good at pleasuring Erik's body. But now, Erik's getting to see firsthand what it's like having Charles go all out, using his incredible power in order to seek out Erik's pleasure centers and caress them.
And it works, oh God, it works, Erik practically feels like he's on fire with how well it's working. His jaw drops, he pants for breath, and all the while, Charles's fingers are still moving inside him, still adding that intense, delicious, almost-too-much sensation to the nearly-conceptual but utterly overwhelming feel of Charles's mind driving him to new heights.
«Charles,» Erik sends out, desperate. «Slow down-- no, faster-- please, I'm going mad, you have to let me-- can you make me, oh God, please, make me come again, please, please...»
«I can,» Charles thinks, giddiness mixed with absolute certainty, but then he goes right back to teasing, the bastard. «But are you sure you want it enough?»
Erik pushes an emphatic answer into Charles's mind, and Charles twists his fingers one more time.
«Now?»
«nownownownownow--»
Charles dials it all the way up, and Erik can almost feel the whole world bending and flexing around him. It's not the same as an orgasm that starts in the body; there's no base-of-the-spine, deep-in-the-balls feel, no heavy pulse from Erik's cock. Instead, it's a high, ringing note, a desperate burst of pleasure that goes on and on, and then it's fading, fading, letting Erik go and wringing the satisfaction out of him until he's loose and weak, face buried in the pillow.
Erik's whole body is still tingling from the mental orgasm when Charles slips his fingers free; Erik hisses as they go, despite the way Charles is trying hard to be gentle. It's not too much, though. Nothing could be too much.
«Yes...» There's a but implicit in the word, and Charles draws it out of his mind with relative ease. But it's a tease, I can't come, it's too much, but oh, I want it, I want it...
"Oh," Charles breathes. His hand works a little faster, and he scoots even closer, his whole body pressed up to Erik's now. "Oh, Erik, let me..."
«Yes,» Erik sends, «let you what?»
But by the time he's formed the question, Charles is already inside his mind, showing him.
There are pleasure centers in the brain, Charles has told him that; Erik's never really pursued the idea, because Charles is so damnably good at pleasuring Erik's body. But now, Erik's getting to see firsthand what it's like having Charles go all out, using his incredible power in order to seek out Erik's pleasure centers and caress them.
And it works, oh God, it works, Erik practically feels like he's on fire with how well it's working. His jaw drops, he pants for breath, and all the while, Charles's fingers are still moving inside him, still adding that intense, delicious, almost-too-much sensation to the nearly-conceptual but utterly overwhelming feel of Charles's mind driving him to new heights.
«Charles,» Erik sends out, desperate. «Slow down-- no, faster-- please, I'm going mad, you have to let me-- can you make me, oh God, please, make me come again, please, please...»
«I can,» Charles thinks, giddiness mixed with absolute certainty, but then he goes right back to teasing, the bastard. «But are you sure you want it enough?»
Erik pushes an emphatic answer into Charles's mind, and Charles twists his fingers one more time.
«Now?»
«nownownownownow--»
Charles dials it all the way up, and Erik can almost feel the whole world bending and flexing around him. It's not the same as an orgasm that starts in the body; there's no base-of-the-spine, deep-in-the-balls feel, no heavy pulse from Erik's cock. Instead, it's a high, ringing note, a desperate burst of pleasure that goes on and on, and then it's fading, fading, letting Erik go and wringing the satisfaction out of him until he's loose and weak, face buried in the pillow.
Erik's whole body is still tingling from the mental orgasm when Charles slips his fingers free; Erik hisses as they go, despite the way Charles is trying hard to be gentle. It's not too much, though. Nothing could be too much.
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