( he's definitely liking the press of erik's tongue on his skin, sort of just wishing that erik would leave a bruising mark on him and damn the bloody consequences already, but no, he's not going to shamelessly ask for such things. turtleneck sweaters are more of erik's choice of clothing anyway, and he doesn't want to have to wear one only for raven to keep making comments about it all day long. he can only imagine.

opening his eyes when he feels erik's hand on the the side of his face, charles looks back at him, eyebrows raised slightly at the question. ) What part of, I'm trying desperately to get your belt off here, is me not being sure that I want you? ( to keep going. to get naked. to do this. because seriously, erik. he has the ability to get this off. will he please do it already? the thought gets sent to the man in the hopes that he will start getting undressed. he gets why erik's asking though. it's sweet of him, really. charles hasn't wanted this sort of intimacy for a long while now, and he's been incredibly hesitant about letting erik do more than kiss him. )

I just have to say though... ( and he'll leave erik to work that belt off as he gets to unbuttoning his own shirt instead. ) I don't want you to take it personally if things don't work down there on our very first go. I just haven't felt anything below the waist since Cuba. ( honestly is the best policy after all. ) And I don't want you to think that I don't desire you because, believe me, darling, you are all I think about. ( he's just extremely glad that he's the telepath between them because his thoughts about erik through the day can be somewhat embarrassing. it's a lot. and thankfully, he's skilled enough to block emma out. that woman is so incredibly nosy. )