TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSday Sexting!

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the phone sex +
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[aberranthubris]

[ It's going to be such a trouble getting back from Cerebro with a giant boner. But totally worth it when Erik sounds the way he does, ragged, on the edge, raw and ready.

Charles chuckles into his mind, letting the sound tickle Erik's consciousness as he tightens the hold just a little bit, tilting Erik's hand so that it'll be easier to pick up the pace.

But he doesn't.

I fact he slows down for a moment. ] And when I'm going about my day with the evidence of your desire inside me, do you imagine me feeling it and knowing it's there? Knowing that you've marked me as yours?

[ But now, Erik asks to be fucked harder and Charles is always going to give in. He takes his hints from Erik's rocking hip and strokes him as fast and hard as he wants. ] Because I do, Erik, I like it.

[magneticvigilante]

You are mine. [ He snarls, unyieldingly possessive, impatience entering his tone at the way Charles' hand slows.

What's this nonsense about the contrary? No. ]

You should know it's there, yes. I want you to feel it-- [ His breathing hitches as Charles increases the speed of his strokes. Erik's aware, yet not aware of what he's saying at this point. All he knows is Charles' touch, both in his mind, and on his body. ] Feel it dribbling out of you. I'd smear it all over you if I could, to remind you of who you belong to.

[ There's another flare of possessiveness when Charles admits to liking it. ]

I want you to touch yourself now, Charles. [ Because he doubts the telepath is returning the favor for himself, if he's so focused on jerking Erik off. ] I want you to slip your hand beneath the waistband of your pants, liebling, and I want you to smear your arousal all over your cock--just like I do when I first touch you.

[aberranthubris]

[ The loop hole of this arrangement is that Charles feels like he should do as Erik tells him. But he knows his concentration will wary when he is fondling himself. However, with a frustrated little sound that echoes through their joined mindlink, he reaches down and into his pants, fumbling a little with the fastenings before he gets to himself and wraps his fingers around his aching arousal. It's almost like sending dick pics, almost, letting Erik gaze at him through his eyes. Just a little bit of sharing as he does what Erik told him to do, smearing his pre-cum all over his erection.

That's all he will do, though, because he's hellbent on bringing Erik off before he loses the thread of his concentration. And the possessive way Erik talks about him already turns him on enough to fray the edges of his concentration. ]

You are a demanding lover, old friend. Demanding and unreasonable. [ Hank could walk in any time. ] But still I would like to be there, so you could fill me up and smear me with your come.

[magneticvigilante]

[ The world comes to an abrupt halt when Charles allows him vision to another place. He stares raptly at the cock that is not his, but is all the same (for he truly is not joking--Charles is his, just as he is Charles'), tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gazes on with unhidden yearning.

Yes, the distances make for numerous difficulties. He could be back in Westchester, in bed with Charles right this second. A growl vibrates in his chest, frustration welling. ]

You speak as if these are bad things. Why should I be the only one who comes tonight? [ Why should Charles have to without him participating? He wants to see Charles come more than he wants to, for himself.

Erik's quiet again, considering, and then: ] I'll be home soon to do just that. [ His trip is just about over; there were no new leads on the rumors regarding a device to suppress mutant abilities, and no new mutants in the area worth recruiting to the school. ]