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[ Even in the heat of the moment Erik's words make his breath catch for a moment, the ease in which the words come is a bit of a start to him. Not that he's surprised Erik loves him, no, that was something he had been thankful to know for so long. What catches him is the fact those simple words can still cause a swell of delight to fill him like it had been the first time. That he, too, was hopelessly in love with Erik. That he had always been in love with Erik in some sense; be it the first shock of awe when their minds connected or that sinfully sweet but nerve wracking first kiss. Charles had never wanted a man before, never really bothered to step outside the norm of chasing skirts; but Erik had changed so much for him-- in ways he would be forever thankful for. ] You're right, I do win. [ He leans down, placing a soft kiss to one of his thighs before tossing the other mutants pants to the side. ] Being able to have sex with you is just a bonus.

[ A chuckle erupts from him as he crawls back over Erik, wedging between his legs so he can press their bodies together. Gently rutting his swollen arousal while his lips laid claim to Erik's. He ponders the mans control, their limits as lovers and wonders if tonight is the night he'll convince his husband to give up some of that control. Darling, He begins inside Erik's head because his mouth is still kissing, nipping and occasionally tugging at Erik's own. You should let me take you tonight, it's only fair. He's not so sure how far he'll get with the fair argument, but he figures it's a good basis for getting the ball rolling. ]

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[ And Erik is responding, heated and seeking and hungry, unable to have enough of him, the warmth of Charles' tongue and the way his kisses feel against his skin. Stroking, easing over his body, he fights down a shudder when he feels his lover's hard, hot cock pressing against him. Rubbing with a sensuous, deliberate insistence that sets his senses alight.

It's indescribably erotic, how sexy his husband can be, and Erik settles for admiring him for a few brief moments. It is a love that had burned strong, still so steady after so long together, through all their trials and tribulations and everything in between. Charles is the reason why Erik stayed, why he had chosen to live out this life with him for the most part. He might not be the best person out there for any kind of relationship, too emotionally shut down to believe or care that there would be anyone that he would fix his eye on.

Then Charles came and changed everything.

There's been no one else, since the moment Erik's laid his eyes on him. This beautiful, charming, intelligent man who could keep up with him the way no one else can, the bond they shared together. But he's hearing that warm request in his mind, and something in him instinctively tenses. It's not something he can help, or something he understands, the hangups he still has after so long.

But it's there, and it's undeniable the way the tiniest hint of caution sieves into his response as he rests his hand on the swell of Charles' ass. Fair for what? ]

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[ He can feel his wary nature, the creeping sensation in the back of Erik's mind but Charles doesn't stop his loving ministrations. Hips rolling still, the press of them together causing his cock to twitch in time with his heart, eager with a sort of desire only Erik could fill him with. The man was his equal, yes, but Charles wasn't entirely without a bit of shallow nature-- and Erik was admittedly, so devastatingly attractive; even more so when Charles could let his hands freely roam over his body, feeling every dip and curve with delight.

Fair for me, I've given you all of me, my heart, my body, my mind, my home and we've made ourselves a family-- I would hope by now you could trust me Erik. He knows it isn't just about him, or Erik trusting him, he isn't that conceded or foolish, but he knows that the only way they'll ever work this out is with trust. I'll go slow, be gentle, you can even be on top still, if you want. He cant deny he's had lustful thoughts of easing inside of his husband, quivering at the heat and pressing him down into the mattress with slow, firm thrusts-- but he wont force him, wont convince him with his abilities either. He wants Erik to trust him with it, with that part of him, because it's a gift and not something to be taken with coercion or force.

He knows, regardless of it all, he'll still love the man-- would still love him if they were never able to consummate their marriage; because while he is quite enthralled with the way their bodies are so in tune, the --amazing-- sex was just a bonus to spending the rest of his life with the man he married. ]

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[ Erik sometimes thinks that Charles has a natural gift for manipulating people -- or perhaps persuading, to put a more positive spin to it. Because the way Charles is rubbing against him right now, it's making it difficult for him to think. But even then, he knows that his spouse has a point. Charles has given him everything he's ever wanted and has asked for precious little in return.

He could taste it, feel the other's blatant arousal sliding against his warm flesh, can sense the admiration, the way he drinks him in the way only he can, beautiful blue eyes dark with wonder. Erik always knows when Charles ogles, and he cannot help but smile -- even if he's oblivious to the younger mutant's lewd fantasies. Erik moves back against him slowly, and it perhaps says a lot when he actually puts thought into it instead of dismissing the request immediately.

But Erik is not ready, not yet. Their bodies are perfect against each other and there is no one else in this world that Erik will so much as look at because Charles is the one, Charles is it, but he's not ready. It means a lot to him, to give up the control he's held on so doggedly to, but perhaps soon. The words are caught in his throat, and he refuses his lover with a soft kiss and a light squeeze of his bottom. ]

Next time. [ He promises, honestly. Nips at his bottom lip and reaches down to rub his thumb gently over the head of Charles' cock. ]

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[ He can't deny the bit of disappointment that flickers through him at the denial; the little bit of hope he had allowed for it dismissed. He isn't upset with Erik, however, he does understand no matter how much he wants it, how much his body aches for it, and he'll allow Erik the dominance he needs for as long as he wants it. Pushing against Erik still in slow thrusts, easing the super sensitive flesh against Erik's own a little faster. Breath hitching as he nibble at his jaw, down that to his chest. Leaving small bites against his skin as he does so. ] Next time it is.

[ He sits up from between his legs, his own arousal stiff against Erik's own, precome leaving little sticky threads from one to another. He wraps his hand around both of them, pressing their cocks more closely together and beginning to stroke them both at the same time. He moans and resists the urge to rut against him and ruin the rhythm he's set up, his fingertips so intimately touching each part of them. ] Do you want to or--? [ He trails off looking down, wondering if Erik wanted to actually have sex or just have Charles get the two of them off together like this.

His breath hitched again, and he closed his eyes for a moment, obviously just relishing in the feel of Erik in his hands, under him, and feeling those same sparks of pleasure. ] You feel delicious.

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[ Erik notices it. He can't not see the disappointment in his lover's eyes - and he thinks to say that he'll try, in his own way -- work through the issues and the problems, but he thinks that Charles already knows anyway. And so he rocks against him, slow and languid and firm. Knows how much he wants this, but patience, my love. Patience, and Erik will eventually give it to him.

But now, he's not immune to the desire that tinges Charles' quickened movements, his cock sliding so beautifully against his own, as if they were each made only for the other. The rhythm is a little ragged now, but Erik's always liked that, and he pulls him closer.

Their bodies together, Erik groans in appreciation at the feel of that hand wrapped around him, his lover's touches intoxicating and exquisite, and Erik could feel even the most featherlight ministration, and the older mutant finally opens his eyes at that question, his gaze clouded over by a sharp desire. It surprises him sometimes, that question. ]

Will you let me? [ He leans closer, his words low and husky in his ear as he works to lighten the moment, distract him from that disappointment with a small smile. ] I would feel more delicious all the way inside you, love.

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Of course, [ He chuckles softly, because he's not sure he could deny Erik even if he wanted to. There was just something about the man that got so deeply under his skin and nestled near his heart-- something that warmed him with both love and arousal. That and Erik's low and rough tone always served to send a little shiver up his spine. He gives a small roll of his hips, a sweet kiss to his neck before he's pulling up and off of him.

Climbing to the other side of the bed he eases the drawer open so he can dig out some proper lubrication-- god knows he didn't care to be sore-arsed when they attempted to gather up all the leaves... whenever it was they actually got to that. Turning his head he flashes a bit of a smile and eases back between Erik's thighs comfortably.

Popping the cap he liberally coats his fingers with the clear liquid before flexing them a little bit to try and warm it up some-- it wouldn't be pleasant to shock Erik with a cold hand while they were already so hot and eager. Once he feels it's good and warm he curls his fingers around Erik's cock and begins to pump slowly, making sure to get him properly wet. He grins, placing small kisses along his chest and then up his thigh as he does so, ] I'm going to ride you tonight, though. [ If he didn't get to fuck him, he was at least going to claim his spot on top of him.

Pulling his hand off of Erik he eases it around behind himself, letting out the smallest groan as he pushed a finger inside. Slowly beginning to finger himself open he pants openly against Erik's knee all the while peering down at him. They've been together long enough that Charles doesn't take an impossible amount of stretching and begins getting off at the feel of his own fingers-- which prompts him to stop. Crawling forward he settles himself over Erik and gripping his cock with one hand the telepath gently tries to ease himself down onto him. ] Gods-- Erik---

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[ How incredibly fascinating -- Erik watches him and allows Charles this, enraptured by the way he's so eager, so openly sensual about all of this, the lust and desire so clear in every little action. He's helping what he can, cupping the side of Charles' face and leaning up for a heated, hungry kiss -- and oh, he wished he could have seen the way Charles closed greedily around his fingers, but just the view of it here is pretty much enough.

Erik is completely drawn in, attracted to the way his spouse is so beautifully obvious about what he wants and needs, the way his cock twitches when the action of opening up is already getting him off. He's already chuckling, a hand cupping his rear and squeezing gently as he lifts his hips with a soft groan to push himself further inside him. ]

One day. [ He murmurs against his lips, his own desire and appreciation apparent in his low, husky tone, warm breath fanning over that sweet, generous mouth. ] One day I'll have to watch you get yourself off with just your fingers. [ He's sinking further, deeper inside the other's welcome heat, pleasure nearly blinding his senses that how good he feels, how perfect Charles is, fitted so snugly and wonderfully around him. They're made for each other, he thinks with lazy appreciation. Made so well that sinking into him like this is much like returning home. ]

You're already so aroused with having your fingers inside you. [ He continues teasingly, peppering soft kisses against the delicate line of his jaw, rolling his hips with a playful mischief. ]

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I can do that if you want. [ He'd be willing to try and come from that, just to have Erik watch him with that hungry gaze would be well worth the effort. The determination, so hard and sexual-- animalistic in a way that sent quivers of pleasure down Charles' spine. Erik had a predatory nature in and out of the bedroom and he wouldn't have it any other way-- how else would someone keep up with a man as insatiable as Charles?

Once he's fully seated on Erik he moans, because his husband always makes him feel so terribly full. He doubts there could have ever been another man to make him feel this way, as if he belongs there, buried as deep as he could get in Charles and yet the telepath wanted more. He wanted to impale himself down on Erik time and time again, beg for the pleasure he's earned, because he loves the swollen feeling Erik gives him. Wants to make him come with the same force Charles hand when he was pathetically rutting up from the desk. ] Or I could ride your fingers instead, [ The words are a sweet whisper against Erik's lips, the tone belying the pure lewd nature of his suggestion.

His tongue flicks out, tracing along Erik's lower lip, tasting him softly; the feel of his mouth perfect and familiar it causes him to start moving again. He takes a little less time to adjust than usual, but he is so impossibly turned on he doesn't think he could wait any longer even if he had wanted to. Instead he works his thigh muscles hard, bouncing harder down on his lap-- but he's in the mood to tease, just a little. Pulling up till Erik was almost entirely out of him he rolls his hips against the tip before sinking down on him again so firmly he shudders. ] I need this--

I need you--

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No. [ Erik breathes, voice roughened with the intensity of his desire, wild and fierce and focused all completely on Charles. He knows his lover is willing, knows that he's addicted to this -- but Erik wants to do it well now, wants to make it something that they can both remember. Charles could come from that, and oh, the potential, to watch and feel the desire that emanates from the usually buttoned-down professor...

That would be a triumph, but Erik's affection wins out over pure, hard lust. His hands stroking up and down the length of those flawless thighs, milk-white in the light of their lovemaking, he jerks upwards with an echoing groan -- pleased and so completely sheathed inside him that he finds it a familiar pleasure. Indeed, who else could keep up with the insatiable creature his Charles can be?

Rolling his hips and gasping at the way he feels so tight around him, the sight of Charles' cock bouncing with the rhythm, so obviously stiff and hard and Erik is kissing him back ravenously, hands roaming with a fierce possessiveness. Yes, yes -- Charles belongs to him just like this, just like when he was against that desk. Beautifully lewd words and images aside, Erik has to resist, stop himself from reversing their positions and fucking Charles violently.

It's a siren's call, when he hears how much Charles needs this, learns just how much the telepath loves when he fucks himself on him so thoroughly, muscles closing around his dick as he rubs up against the other's inner walls so intimately, so slickly. Fills him up so completely that there is no room for doubt as to whether Erik could be the only one to satisfy him. He smirks, tugs him down further to growl in his ear. ] Not your fingers. Only my fingers -- my cock gets to be this deep inside you.

[ He's jerking up inside him, hard. ] Do you understand, Charles? [ I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this. ]

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[ The growl causes him to quiver, there's something so erotic about that low tone of voice. The primal sort of fucking they could manage to get into, it made Charles dizzy with pleasure sometimes. Sometimes he wondered if he would enjoy it quite so much if he wasn't so impossibly in love with the man and he's not entirely sure. That higher connection just made everything better, made him keen with pleasure every time Erik was fully seated inside of him. Made him want to give all of himself to Erik and nothing to anyone else. Some might have been bothered by his words, by the possession, but it's all that Charles ever wanted in a lover. All he ever wanted from Erik. ]

Yes-- [ His breath hitches, his mouth desperately working over Erik's own. Clenching down on his cock intentionally and pulling upward, milking him in the literal sense of the word. ] -- I understand. [ He bites at him, caught in the passion of the moment, tugging his lip and then pushing a heavy kiss on him. Tongue flicking along his mouth before he pulled up, staring down with ever ounce of love and lust he has. ] I've never wanted anyone like I wanted you-- I'll never want anyone like I want you. [ There's a bit of desperation there, admittedly, but Charles has never been so enraptured. Erik has captured his body and heart, wound up in his mind, and he just wants more of him.

All that pressure to be in control, to be perfect, to do the best, all of it let go when he's allowed to curl into Erik's arms because the man loves him. And that, that, is what truly matters. ]

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[ Indeed, this is all that matters, and in this moment, Erik's world starts and ends with him, his skin burning with the way Charles is moving so seductively against him, and Erik gasps sharply when he feels his lover milk him, hard -- clench down and pull up and oh he loves it, loves that move and grinds in deeper, willing him to do it again, again. Erik is possessive and willfully dominant, fighting the urge to roll him over and fuck his brains out.

No, no; this time it's for Charles, and he's leaning up against him, stirring that lust and passion, letting it consume them both whole as he looks up at him. Erik cannot look away, when he says these things and looks like that, and he smiles faintly. He feels the same, the very same and this time he apologizes because it's the words that undo him and he sits up, wraps his arms tight around Charles and jerks up harder inside him, again and again.

Cradling the back of his head, he devours his younger lover's mouth with a ravenous hunger, tasting and swallowing and sampling. ] Charles --

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[ He can feel the heat flooding him and it's addictive in essence; the idea of Erik flooding him, as embarrassing as it was he found himself aroused by the sensation. He moaned heavily against Erik's mouth, tongue brushing the mutants own, his hips slowing to ride out Erik's own orgasm afterward. Finally settling he grips himself with one hand, curling his fist around his own still swollen cock he begins to pump it slowly. Trying to edge himself over the small gap, to release his own pleasure. Teeth nipping and clashing it's obvious there's a bit more freenzied in his actions. ]

Love-- please-- [ He's so close to coming, so close. ] Yes- yes- yes-- [ His breath comes in deeper gasps before he finally comes into his own fist, groaning at the pleasure that shoots through him, hips shoved down firmly as he tucked his head into Erik's shoulder. Quiet for a few moments as his muscles gave the occasional small spasm. ]