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[ Erik wakes with words in his head that are not quite his own, remnants of a conversation that are wiped from his mind almost as soon as he reaches full wakefulness. But there is a detachment in his movements, a mechanical habit of his actions that he dismisses as routine, a part of coming to true consciousness. It is still dark out -- barely dawn over the Xavier mansion, and Erik moves with purpose, his movements guided by a consciousness that is beyond his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head without a thought, discards it on the back of the nearest chair. Erik doesn't turn the lamp on; aware of the fact that he won't be needing light, where he's going, and he doesn't fight the way he opens his door, idly wondering if it is all an unnecessarily vivid dream before his path leads him to Charles' bedroom.

Locked, but it's child's play to a mutant like him to shift the bolt back, push down on the lever and let himself in. What am I doing here? He wonders in a moment of rare clarity, and he is slow to reach the thought, as if caught, still, in a dream that Erik had capitulated to being in.

Surely this is inappropriate; the professor would be asleep, and -- ]

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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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