Fill: Peregrine (5/?)aeshna_ukOctober 14 2011, 06:57:10 UTC
Erik smiled against Charles's lips and opened his mouth to him, warm and soft and willing. He hummed softly, a faint flicker of sound and sensation, and Charles coasted on the edge of his emotions as he deepened the kiss, enjoying the almost drunken edge that a thorough preening session always seemed to bring to Erik's thoughts. It was reassuring to know that this capacity for contentment existed within Erik, for all that it was usually buried beneath the layers of old pain and rage and the burning need for vengeance - the threat from Shaw was immediate, yes, but once that threat was past, the battle won....
And it would be won, Charles promised himself fiercely. It had to be
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Fill: Peregrine (6/?)aeshna_ukOctober 14 2011, 07:00:49 UTC
"Ah! Fuck...." Charles whimpered as Erik sucked him in, mantling his wings above them like a hawk covering its kill. There was a flicker of focus returning to Erik's thoughts now, a flash of sharp interest amidst the easy somnolence that was both predatory and playful. He drew back slowly until he retained just the tip of Charles's cock, then gave a soft growl and plunged back down to bury his nose in rough hair. "Oh, bloody hell...."
Hot and wet and fuck, but this was what it was to be eaten alive. Groaning, Charles pushed his fingers into Erik's hair, holding him in place as he drove his hips up to meet that perfect heat. Erik made a small sound of protest, his wings flaring up and out, but then he opened his throat and curled his tongue and Charles threw his head back with a curse, knowing that what control he might have had was lost. Tightening his grip on chestnut hair, he thrust into Erik's mouth once, again, again, feeling the warmth and the wetness and the flickers of amusement and pleasure and discomfort, the wash of air as
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Re: Fill: Peregrine (6/?)swiftmintOctober 14 2011, 20:35:30 UTC
Just discovered this fic here and, I have to say, it's weird how well this fits as a whole. The detail you use to flesh out the idea makes it even more appropriate. Plus, now: Hott. But that's kind of a bonus to the sweetness that is the story. Sleepy Erik is freaking adorable. So, all in all, kudos. :D
Re: Fill: Peregrine (7/?)swiftmintOctober 19 2011, 12:41:16 UTC
This fic always such a ...pristine comforting sort of feel. (Brain: Like a brand new aloe vera kleenex. Me: augh, brain. Bad analogy.) It's not a tone that gets set for a lot of these fics so it's really refreshing. As always, I like and look forward to more :)
Re: Fill: Peregrine (7/?)aeshna_ukOctober 19 2011, 13:33:52 UTC
Aw, thank you - I think I know what your brain means. :D It's kind of fun writing this one, which seems to have decided that it wants to be a mood piece (in addition to being my NaNo-research procrastination piece of choice!). I have ideas for other scenes set in this particular AU (Erik and Charles meeting, the attack on the CIA compound, the beach, etc) but they all seem to be rather more violent in tone.... :)
Fill: Peregrine (8/?)aeshna_ukOctober 20 2011, 08:19:54 UTC
Erik sighed and turned into the touch, rubbing his stubbled jaw against Charles's palm, his emotions warm despite the chill the morning had lent to his skin. Wings slid forward to fold around him, feathers brushing against his makeshift cloak and, smiling, Charles reached up to stroke his fingers back through Erik's windblown hair. "Come back to bed, love," he murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips over Erik's. "We have time
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Porn is wonderful, but I'd be just as pleased with fills that are fluffy.
I keep seeing Charles being fussy over Erik's wings and preening him when he feels Erik is upset/he's being affectionate.
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Hot and wet and fuck, but this was what it was to be eaten alive. Groaning, Charles pushed his fingers into Erik's hair, holding him in place as he drove his hips up to meet that perfect heat. Erik made a small sound of protest, his wings flaring up and out, but then he opened his throat and curled his tongue and Charles threw his head back with a curse, knowing that what control he might have had was lost. Tightening his grip on chestnut hair, he thrust into Erik's mouth once, again, again, feeling the warmth and the wetness and the flickers of amusement and pleasure and discomfort, the wash of air as ( ... )
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The dynamic between Charles and Erik is so wonderful and so perfect and so... yes.
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