fill: Charles/Erik, Prostate Focus 5/6
anonymous
February 19 2013, 02:41:27 UTC
Erik draws back and wipes his closed mouth with the back of his hand, leaning up over Charles and balancing himself with one hand on the headboard. He tips his face up to meet his lips with the other hand, pressing his tongue between his lips and pushing a small mouthful of come along with it. Charles tastes Erik and underneath that himself, and underneath that - more Erik. He’s so fucked out he can barely move anymore, but he sucks on Erik’s tongue with a vengeance, swallowing the last of his come.
The hand that Erik puts on his dick, wrapping loosely around it to give a few gentle tugs makes Charles keen and twitch away. “I can’t - please, no more,” he says, voice thick and hazy like he’s barely there. Erik ignores him but lets go of his cock, opting instead to nose along his chest, tonguing lazily at a nipple and sucking a mark into his collarbone.
“You’re so good,” he coos, one hand moving where Charles can’t see it to summon the steel balls that he used to practice making things float. “So gorgeous, darling, I am going to make you feel absolutely devine.”
The steel balls are melting down, reshaping themselves into a thin cylinder with a tapered head, about an inch and a half in diameter. Charles can feel Eric nudging at something with his mind, casts out and skims through his thoughts to see what it is. Before he can work out what it is, though, apparently it’s already in him, slipping in smooth and cool and so easy that he almost doesn’t notice it at first, out of it on so many different levels.
Erik leans back on his heels, not touching Charles as he plays with his newest toy, raising and lower the temperature of the metal inside of him and watching as shudders with it. He knows where the tip of it is pressed, just to the right of the little nerve bundle, not quite touching where Charles wants it to be. The metal expands, getting bigger and bigger - bigger than Erik’s cock, which isn’t exactly small, bigger than Charles thinks he can take, and just when he thinks he can’t handle anymore:
it starts to vibrate.
It’s like watching a small explosion, the way that Charles shakes apart. He twists his wrists so that he can grip the metal bars like his life depends on it; what he’s projecting mentally isn’t the steady string of words and pleas that it’s been for the last god knows how long, but instead some sort of a glow that varies with how bright it is, the pleasure that rolls through him in waves intensified and rolling through Erik too, and when his vocal chords physically can’t get any louder, they go in the only direction possible: up in pitch.
fill: Charles/Erik, Prostate Focus 6/6
anonymous
February 19 2013, 02:43:22 UTC
“Mein gott,” Erik breathes, waving one hand to make the restraints around Charles’ wrists disappear and gathering him up so that he’s in his lap, back pressed to Erik’s chest. The vibrating hasn’t stopped and Charles is still amazingly, impossibly hard, irises absolutely swallowed up by how huge his pupils are. “You -” he starts, but he doesn’t know what he even wants to stay, so instead he stops the vibrating and lets the metal toy pull itself out, dropping on the bed somewhere.
Charles’ skin is hot, sweat slick against his, and Erik slips one hand behind his body and under him, twisting two fingers up where he’s still wet and lose and fucked out. “Can’t,” he groans, even as he twists his hips down to ride Erik’s fingers because they’re rubbing right where he needs them to be. “No more, Erik, I can’t,” he gasps, eyes clenched tightly together and tipping his head back onto his shoulder.
“There’s one more in you,” Erik whispers in his ear, promise upon promise loaded into his voice. “C’mon, you’re so gorgeous like this. Fuck, you have come all over, mine is still dripping out of you, can you feel it?” And he can, he can feel where his thighs are all sticky, can feel where his own come is tacky on his chest, and he’s shaking, shaking and gasping for air like a dying man, but Erik is determined to get one more out of him.
He’s so slick and open that he adds a third finger, thrusting them deep and staying there, letting Charles grind back onto his hand as he whimpers brokenly, voice absolutely shot to hell. Come for me, Erik’s voice sounds in his head, and somehow his body reacts to it, clenching down so hard that he loses the feeling in his fingers for a few brief moments.
Erik holds him until he stops shivering with the aftershocks, dropping kisses and praise in Charles’ hair, which is mussed beyond belief, a layer of sweat leaving an iridescent sheen on his skin and he looks wrecked like he has never seen him before.
His thoughts are quiet, sending a soft and spent serenity towards Erik. Sleep is Charles’ clearest thought, and Erik can’t help but agree.
I actually read this a few hours after posting, but I wasn't able to maintain my coherence long enough to write a comment. I think I've read this about five times already just so I could tally Charles' orgasms, but I always got distracted. This is definitely a fic I can read over and over and over again *O* Marathon sex? Hell to the yeah!
So I'm ridiculously ecstatic you filled this, author!anon!! I requested prostate kink, and you fucking went above and beyond the call of duty. Here are the things I liked most about this: Dirty talk. Coming from fingering. Gentle biting. Hooking Charles open and rimming him. RIMMING. Spanking. The fact that they have a long-term relationship and ravenous appetites. Charles' chest on the mattress with his ass in the air. Barebacking. Slow penetration. Charles gripping Erik's hair behind him (what a visual!) Erik hooking Charles' leg over his shoulder. Metal bondage. Erik hooking Charles' thighs over his shoulders. RIMMMMMIINNNNGGGGGG. Moar dirty talk. Erik laving with the flat of his tongue. Snowballing! Expandable vibrating dildo holy shit. KEENING.
Re: OP - de-anoningapodiopsysFebruary 24 2013, 15:46:13 UTC
dfgljklkasjd <333333333 thank you so much!!
I've never written for this fandom before, and even then it has been quite a while since I wrote fic, so this was a lot of fun for me to write. I absolutely adored the prompt and had a ball going nuts with all of my favorite kinks, and I am so glad that you enjoyed reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
also, it's been cleaned up and posted to my journal and AO3 if you're interested!
The hand that Erik puts on his dick, wrapping loosely around it to give a few gentle tugs makes Charles keen and twitch away. “I can’t - please, no more,” he says, voice thick and hazy like he’s barely there. Erik ignores him but lets go of his cock, opting instead to nose along his chest, tonguing lazily at a nipple and sucking a mark into his collarbone.
“You’re so good,” he coos, one hand moving where Charles can’t see it to summon the steel balls that he used to practice making things float. “So gorgeous, darling, I am going to make you feel absolutely devine.”
The steel balls are melting down, reshaping themselves into a thin cylinder with a tapered head, about an inch and a half in diameter. Charles can feel Eric nudging at something with his mind, casts out and skims through his thoughts to see what it is. Before he can work out what it is, though, apparently it’s already in him, slipping in smooth and cool and so easy that he almost doesn’t notice it at first, out of it on so many different levels.
Erik leans back on his heels, not touching Charles as he plays with his newest toy, raising and lower the temperature of the metal inside of him and watching as shudders with it. He knows where the tip of it is pressed, just to the right of the little nerve bundle, not quite touching where Charles wants it to be. The metal expands, getting bigger and bigger - bigger than Erik’s cock, which isn’t exactly small, bigger than Charles thinks he can take, and just when he thinks he can’t handle anymore:
it starts to vibrate.
It’s like watching a small explosion, the way that Charles shakes apart. He twists his wrists so that he can grip the metal bars like his life depends on it; what he’s projecting mentally isn’t the steady string of words and pleas that it’s been for the last god knows how long, but instead some sort of a glow that varies with how bright it is, the pleasure that rolls through him in waves intensified and rolling through Erik too, and when his vocal chords physically can’t get any louder, they go in the only direction possible: up in pitch.
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Charles’ skin is hot, sweat slick against his, and Erik slips one hand behind his body and under him, twisting two fingers up where he’s still wet and lose and fucked out. “Can’t,” he groans, even as he twists his hips down to ride Erik’s fingers because they’re rubbing right where he needs them to be. “No more, Erik, I can’t,” he gasps, eyes clenched tightly together and tipping his head back onto his shoulder.
“There’s one more in you,” Erik whispers in his ear, promise upon promise loaded into his voice. “C’mon, you’re so gorgeous like this. Fuck, you have come all over, mine is still dripping out of you, can you feel it?” And he can, he can feel where his thighs are all sticky, can feel where his own come is tacky on his chest, and he’s shaking, shaking and gasping for air like a dying man, but Erik is determined to get one more out of him.
He’s so slick and open that he adds a third finger, thrusting them deep and staying there, letting Charles grind back onto his hand as he whimpers brokenly, voice absolutely shot to hell. Come for me, Erik’s voice sounds in his head, and somehow his body reacts to it, clenching down so hard that he loses the feeling in his fingers for a few brief moments.
Erik holds him until he stops shivering with the aftershocks, dropping kisses and praise in Charles’ hair, which is mussed beyond belief, a layer of sweat leaving an iridescent sheen on his skin and he looks wrecked like he has never seen him before.
His thoughts are quiet, sending a soft and spent serenity towards Erik. Sleep is Charles’ clearest thought, and Erik can’t help but agree.
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...uh
*bends down to wipe brain off floor*
Don't mind me, I'll be a little while.
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*drools*
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I think I need to wake my husband. Now.
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So I'm ridiculously ecstatic you filled this, author!anon!! I requested prostate kink, and you fucking went above and beyond the call of duty. Here are the things I liked most about this: Dirty talk. Coming from fingering. Gentle biting. Hooking Charles open and rimming him. RIMMING. Spanking. The fact that they have a long-term relationship and ravenous appetites. Charles' chest on the mattress with his ass in the air. Barebacking. Slow penetration. Charles gripping Erik's hair behind him (what a visual!) Erik hooking Charles' leg over his shoulder. Metal bondage. Erik hooking Charles' thighs over his shoulders. RIMMMMMIINNNNGGGGGG. Moar dirty talk. Erik laving with the flat of his tongue. Snowballing! Expandable vibrating dildo holy shit. KEENING.
EVERYTHING. I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT.
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I've never written for this fandom before, and even then it has been quite a while since I wrote fic, so this was a lot of fun for me to write. I absolutely adored the prompt and had a ball going nuts with all of my favorite kinks, and I am so glad that you enjoyed reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
also, it's been cleaned up and posted to my journal and AO3 if you're interested!
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