[ Erik is gratified by that noise, but his hand moves to cover Charles' mouth; despite his faith in Charles' abilities, he's still not looking forward to Charles being distracted in any sense of the word by anyone who decided to come down to check out that noise. Quietly thrilled by the litany of words that seem to stumble over each other like a prayer -- a prayer to him, and Charles does ever more complicated things to him in this way -- Erik gives him what he needs, what he's searching for.
Charles is his, in every sense of the word, and it's with this thought in mind that he brands the telepath with his body, with his touch and the biting kisses he leaves on the lovely skin of his bare shoulder. Erik cannot have enough, he can never have enough of Charles and his warmth, the sharp sweetness of his being, and he lets all his longing and desire be known, that Erik needs him, wants him the way he wants no one else.
And so he fucks him, hard and thorough, rubbing up inside of him so very intimately as he seeks out his mouth, quiet pants and gasps evident in the silence of the room, punctuated only by the slick, lewd sounds of their fucking. Charles -- damn it, Charles --
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Charles is his, in every sense of the word, and it's with this thought in mind that he brands the telepath with his body, with his touch and the biting kisses he leaves on the lovely skin of his bare shoulder. Erik cannot have enough, he can never have enough of Charles and his warmth, the sharp sweetness of his being, and he lets all his longing and desire be known, that Erik needs him, wants him the way he wants no one else.
And so he fucks him, hard and thorough, rubbing up inside of him so very intimately as he seeks out his mouth, quiet pants and gasps evident in the silence of the room, punctuated only by the slick, lewd sounds of their fucking. Charles -- damn it, Charles --
The things you do to him, really. ]