Servitude 2/3 Re: Charles/Erik inspired by erotica [prompt filled]
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November 3 2013, 23:56:56 UTC
Erik was watching him impassively. No judgement, no sympathy, no expression that made Charles feel ashamed of all those things he had hated and then become. He just listened. It was Charles who held out his hand. Erik came to him, taking his hand firmly. He stroked the back of his other hand down Charles' face.
Charles sighed, leaning forward until his forehead was resting against Erik's shoulder. He took a long deep breath, taking in Erik's scent, which was soap and clean sweat, just a touch of cologne. Pulling back, he smoothed down the front of Erik's waistcoat.
“You're so damnably neat,” Charles groused. He looked up to see Erik smiling at him, his hand still firmly holding Charles'. “And you smell... hmm, ridiculously wonderful.”
Charles leaned back against the door and looked up at Erik with a smile, pulling his hand out of Erik's grasp and reaching back to turn the key in the lock.
Erik's brows were raised up a notch. “You have a house full of guests.”
Charles nodded. “And a kitchen full of you.”
Erik scowled, half-smiling. He was unsure if Charles was serious, which was delightful, because Erik was never unsure of anything. He seemed to exist in a constant state of readiness for anything. It made Charles feel... safe.
Charles hooked a finger in the front of Erik's waistcoat. “I want you. Now.”
“Now,” Erik said with a nod. Then he shook his head. “Here?”
Charles gave a single definitive nod. “Here. Well, not here here. But, yes, here.”
“There's food in here,” Erik said flatly.
“And I want to eat you up, what's the problem?” Charles asked, leaving Erik without any further questions to ask.
So it was not long after that Erik was bent over the large wooden kitchen table, his hands gripping the edges tight, his hair almost touching the cheeseboard. His shirt and waistcoat were both open, his trousers around his ankles, Charles plastered to him, fucking him slow, his hands gripping Erik's slim hips.
Erik let out a loud groan. Though it made Charles light up like paper on fire, he told Erik, “Shhh!”
Erik quietly stuttered out something in German, something definitely uncouth and rude. He moaned again, this time quiet, the sound cut off by the sound of panting, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the table edges. Another thrust made Erik's arm whip down the table, sending the butter flying.
“Oh god,” Charles panted. “You're beautiful, but that was close.”
“Charles, I'm going to-”
“Do it,” Charles said, pulling Erik back, getting his hand down between Erik's legs to help him. “In my hand, Erik. Come on.”
Erik came with a surprised gasp, his whole body twitching several times. Watching him was enough to bring Charles' orgasm to the surface, his thrusting becoming ragged and greedy, chasing release and shoving Erik up the table again, one come covered hand slipping as it tried to keep hold of Erik's hip. This time Erik's fingers were curled against the table, curling into fists as he gasped with each thrust, until Charles finally came, slumping over Erik's back and finding his hands, gripping them tight like he might never let go.
For the longest time, they stayed like that, both of them breathing hard, Charles hiding his face somewhere near the nape of Erik's flushed neck. He breathed in the scent of soap, sweat, cologne and that extra tang that had now attached itself to their bodies, to their clothes. Charles let his smile grow right into Erik's skin.
“Erik?” Charles whispered. “Promise me something.”
“Hmm?” Erik responded.
“Please don't ever prepare any of my meals on this table,” Charles said. Erik quietly laughed. “No, really. In fact, have it burned at the first opportunity.”
Erik hummed in agreement, before reaching back and slapping Charles' side slightly. “You need to move now.”
“Oh, of course, sorry,” Charles said with a grimace, slowly extricating himself from Erik, gently stroking his back before Erik stood up. He seemed just slightly wobbly on his legs as he perched himself on the edge of the table. Charles beamed at him and leaned forward to kiss him, receiving the sweetest kiss in return. He put his hand between Erik's legs, gently stroking his now spent cock. “Do you know what I want now?”
Charles sighed, leaning forward until his forehead was resting against Erik's shoulder. He took a long deep breath, taking in Erik's scent, which was soap and clean sweat, just a touch of cologne. Pulling back, he smoothed down the front of Erik's waistcoat.
“You're so damnably neat,” Charles groused. He looked up to see Erik smiling at him, his hand still firmly holding Charles'. “And you smell... hmm, ridiculously wonderful.”
Charles leaned back against the door and looked up at Erik with a smile, pulling his hand out of Erik's grasp and reaching back to turn the key in the lock.
Erik's brows were raised up a notch. “You have a house full of guests.”
Charles nodded. “And a kitchen full of you.”
Erik scowled, half-smiling. He was unsure if Charles was serious, which was delightful, because Erik was never unsure of anything. He seemed to exist in a constant state of readiness for anything. It made Charles feel... safe.
Charles hooked a finger in the front of Erik's waistcoat. “I want you. Now.”
“Now,” Erik said with a nod. Then he shook his head. “Here?”
Charles gave a single definitive nod. “Here. Well, not here here. But, yes, here.”
“There's food in here,” Erik said flatly.
“And I want to eat you up, what's the problem?” Charles asked, leaving Erik without any further questions to ask.
So it was not long after that Erik was bent over the large wooden kitchen table, his hands gripping the edges tight, his hair almost touching the cheeseboard. His shirt and waistcoat were both open, his trousers around his ankles, Charles plastered to him, fucking him slow, his hands gripping Erik's slim hips.
Erik let out a loud groan. Though it made Charles light up like paper on fire, he told Erik, “Shhh!”
Erik quietly stuttered out something in German, something definitely uncouth and rude. He moaned again, this time quiet, the sound cut off by the sound of panting, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the table edges. Another thrust made Erik's arm whip down the table, sending the butter flying.
“Oh god,” Charles panted. “You're beautiful, but that was close.”
“Charles, I'm going to-”
“Do it,” Charles said, pulling Erik back, getting his hand down between Erik's legs to help him. “In my hand, Erik. Come on.”
Erik came with a surprised gasp, his whole body twitching several times. Watching him was enough to bring Charles' orgasm to the surface, his thrusting becoming ragged and greedy, chasing release and shoving Erik up the table again, one come covered hand slipping as it tried to keep hold of Erik's hip. This time Erik's fingers were curled against the table, curling into fists as he gasped with each thrust, until Charles finally came, slumping over Erik's back and finding his hands, gripping them tight like he might never let go.
For the longest time, they stayed like that, both of them breathing hard, Charles hiding his face somewhere near the nape of Erik's flushed neck. He breathed in the scent of soap, sweat, cologne and that extra tang that had now attached itself to their bodies, to their clothes. Charles let his smile grow right into Erik's skin.
“Erik?” Charles whispered. “Promise me something.”
“Hmm?” Erik responded.
“Please don't ever prepare any of my meals on this table,” Charles said. Erik quietly laughed. “No, really. In fact, have it burned at the first opportunity.”
Erik hummed in agreement, before reaching back and slapping Charles' side slightly. “You need to move now.”
“Oh, of course, sorry,” Charles said with a grimace, slowly extricating himself from Erik, gently stroking his back before Erik stood up. He seemed just slightly wobbly on his legs as he perched himself on the edge of the table. Charles beamed at him and leaned forward to kiss him, receiving the sweetest kiss in return. He put his hand between Erik's legs, gently stroking his now spent cock. “Do you know what I want now?”
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