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( ooc: continued from here. )

[ 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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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--

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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 --

[ 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. ]