Re: Charles/Erik inspired by erotica [filled] 3/?
anonymous
November 3 2013, 01:07:40 UTC
And then there was just heat and Erik's mouth sucking and moving. Charles lay back as Erik manhandled him, moving his legs so they were hooked over Erik's shoulders, bringing Erik in so close. Panting and moaning, Charles let one hand roam under his shirt, across his own body, the other hand scrabbling for purchase on silky sheets as Erik took Charles in deeper and deeper.
“Erik!” Charles grunted in warning, just in time for Erik to withdraw only to have Charles come splatter across his chest.
Charles covered his face with both hands, breathing hard, while Erik's hand soothingly stroked both his thighs before he got up and left the room. He returned with a towel, having wiped himself and then set about gently wiping up Charles with the warm towel. As Erik went to set aside the towel and lower the lights, Charles moved to lie with his head on the pillows
He was curious to as why he was still wearing his shirt, as well as irritated at the patches of it which were damp against his skin now. Deciding to be rid of it, he started to unbutton the rest when Erik came back to bed, slapping Charles' hands away.
“Keep it on,” he said softly, smirking. Charles smiled and re-buttoned the shirt. “Better.”
Erik lowered himself down on Charles as Charles loosely drew up his legs, letting them lean in towards Erik's hips. Erik was indulging in slow leisurely kisses, tasting Charles' mouth, playing with his lips. Lost in the kisses and the feel of Erik's skin under Charles' hands, Charles barely noticed the grease on Erik's fingers, and their light touch between his legs, reaching slowly further and further back, toying until a tip of Erik's finger was slowly burrowing in, not an intrusion at all, but a pleasant quiet sensation.
Their kisses remained slow and sweet, the way Erik was slowly finding space in Charles' body. But as Erik went from tentative gentle pushes to sliding a finger in and out, to adding another to loosen Charles up, Charles' legs were open in invitation and he was arching back, hungrily kissing Erik's mouth when he wasn't panting for more. When turned him over onto his knees, fingering him from behind he thought he might just come again and come right there.
“Erik, please,” he begged when fingers weren't enough, when he needed that extra to push him over a second time.
He let out a low keening moan when Erik held him by his hips and finally pushed his cock in, slow. His hips employed a gentle rocking rhythm to help him get in further and further until he had buried himself to the hilt, falling forward and resting his head on Charles' back for a moment. Charles thought he heard Erik whisper something into his skin, a quiet admission, a huge promise. But just as quick, Erik straightened up and started to slowly fuck Charles.
It would feel like forever before Erik had been kind enough to fuck Charles and get a hand under him to wank him off at the same time. By then Charles felt he was completely gone, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure, grappling for something to hold and claw, his body being rocked over and over into the bed until Erik came with a quiet gasp, his hips stuttering and losing their steady rhythm, spilling inside Charles which made Charles finally come all over Erik's hand which had stopped in stillness of his own orgasm. Charles lay in a strange stunned state for a moment, eyes wide until he felt that stillness overcome him, that quiet where everything in the world seemed to come to a stop. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing, fingers uncurling.
“Erik!” Charles grunted in warning, just in time for Erik to withdraw only to have Charles come splatter across his chest.
Charles covered his face with both hands, breathing hard, while Erik's hand soothingly stroked both his thighs before he got up and left the room. He returned with a towel, having wiped himself and then set about gently wiping up Charles with the warm towel. As Erik went to set aside the towel and lower the lights, Charles moved to lie with his head on the pillows
He was curious to as why he was still wearing his shirt, as well as irritated at the patches of it which were damp against his skin now. Deciding to be rid of it, he started to unbutton the rest when Erik came back to bed, slapping Charles' hands away.
“Keep it on,” he said softly, smirking. Charles smiled and re-buttoned the shirt. “Better.”
Erik lowered himself down on Charles as Charles loosely drew up his legs, letting them lean in towards Erik's hips. Erik was indulging in slow leisurely kisses, tasting Charles' mouth, playing with his lips. Lost in the kisses and the feel of Erik's skin under Charles' hands, Charles barely noticed the grease on Erik's fingers, and their light touch between his legs, reaching slowly further and further back, toying until a tip of Erik's finger was slowly burrowing in, not an intrusion at all, but a pleasant quiet sensation.
Their kisses remained slow and sweet, the way Erik was slowly finding space in Charles' body. But as Erik went from tentative gentle pushes to sliding a finger in and out, to adding another to loosen Charles up, Charles' legs were open in invitation and he was arching back, hungrily kissing Erik's mouth when he wasn't panting for more. When turned him over onto his knees, fingering him from behind he thought he might just come again and come right there.
“Erik, please,” he begged when fingers weren't enough, when he needed that extra to push him over a second time.
He let out a low keening moan when Erik held him by his hips and finally pushed his cock in, slow. His hips employed a gentle rocking rhythm to help him get in further and further until he had buried himself to the hilt, falling forward and resting his head on Charles' back for a moment. Charles thought he heard Erik whisper something into his skin, a quiet admission, a huge promise. But just as quick, Erik straightened up and started to slowly fuck Charles.
It would feel like forever before Erik had been kind enough to fuck Charles and get a hand under him to wank him off at the same time. By then Charles felt he was completely gone, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure, grappling for something to hold and claw, his body being rocked over and over into the bed until Erik came with a quiet gasp, his hips stuttering and losing their steady rhythm, spilling inside Charles which made Charles finally come all over Erik's hand which had stopped in stillness of his own orgasm. Charles lay in a strange stunned state for a moment, eyes wide until he felt that stillness overcome him, that quiet where everything in the world seemed to come to a stop. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing, fingers uncurling.
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