The feel of his pants slipping from his hips and Charles' sweet mouth taking him in is delightful, the wet warmth of his tongue and his mouth wrapped just so around the rigid length of his cock. Erik groans quietly, his fingers find purchase in his soft, wavy hair, threaded through them but not forcing Charles on him. Not yet -- not when he enjoys his instinct and initiative, the way he responds to his words.
Getting a blowjob in the kitchen while the children are all asleep, imagine that.
He's so hard he's painful, and he cannot help but thrust his hips gently against him, willing Charles to take him in further, to continue laving and sucking and fully intending to make at least one of those desires expressed come true. Erik will always remember, he thinks, the way Charles looks when he smiles just like that, sly and playful -- the quiet cry he makes when stimulated. Kicking off his pants and finding a pleasure to be completely naked in such an open place, Erik hums quietly. He'd love that, of course he'd love all of it, especially so when it's Charles. ]
I'll give you both.
[ It's a promise -- they're not nearly going to be finished with just a blowjob, and Erik cradles the back of his head with open, rare affection gleaned only in moments like these. He wills the telepath to see, to pick up on his thoughts, loud and clearly explicit images of Erik bending him over the kitchen table right there, rutting into him like an animal in heat, or perhaps pinning Charles up against the sink, mouth hot on his arousal, sucking him off as if he were a choice treat. And a turn on the dining chair, even, with Charles on his lap and fully impaled on his cock. All of these, he had got himself off to once before -- and he willingly lets Charles know that, too. ]
I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name before this night is over, Charles.
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Oh.
The feel of his pants slipping from his hips and Charles' sweet mouth taking him in is delightful, the wet warmth of his tongue and his mouth wrapped just so around the rigid length of his cock. Erik groans quietly, his fingers find purchase in his soft, wavy hair, threaded through them but not forcing Charles on him. Not yet -- not when he enjoys his instinct and initiative, the way he responds to his words.
Getting a blowjob in the kitchen while the children are all asleep, imagine that.
He's so hard he's painful, and he cannot help but thrust his hips gently against him, willing Charles to take him in further, to continue laving and sucking and fully intending to make at least one of those desires expressed come true. Erik will always remember, he thinks, the way Charles looks when he smiles just like that, sly and playful -- the quiet cry he makes when stimulated. Kicking off his pants and finding a pleasure to be completely naked in such an open place, Erik hums quietly. He'd love that, of course he'd love all of it, especially so when it's Charles. ]
I'll give you both.
[ It's a promise -- they're not nearly going to be finished with just a blowjob, and Erik cradles the back of his head with open, rare affection gleaned only in moments like these. He wills the telepath to see, to pick up on his thoughts, loud and clearly explicit images of Erik bending him over the kitchen table right there, rutting into him like an animal in heat, or perhaps pinning Charles up against the sink, mouth hot on his arousal, sucking him off as if he were a choice treat. And a turn on the dining chair, even, with Charles on his lap and fully impaled on his cock. All of these, he had got himself off to once before -- and he willingly lets Charles know that, too. ]
I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name before this night is over, Charles.