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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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[ 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? ]