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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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. ]