[ Erik might not be able to leave any sorts of bruises on Charles, but that doesn't mean anything for the other way around. Still, right now he's focusing on Charles' pleasure, and he wants to focus on that, because there's a non-insignificant amount of Erik that thinks that maybe they haven't progressed because Charles takes issue with his technique.
Erik raises an eyebrow at that next statement, and with a flick of his wrist, the whole belt buckle undoes itself and zips across the room and onto the floor. He has to take care of the button, but his zipper pulls itself down, and if Charles couldn't already see or feel it, Erik's very obviously prepared to proceed.
Since Erik's clothes are mainly hands-off, he's able to come help Charles with his buttons, but he pauses dumbly when Charles gets a chance to elaborate. ]
Oh.
[ And then, Erik laughs. It's only a little, but it grows, until he muffles the sound into Charles' shoulder, but he manages to turn it into a kiss, at the very least. ]
Charles, darling. Liebchen. Is that the reason we've never done this?
[ He takes a breath. ]
Sorry. I'm not laughing at you. Alright, a little bit, but only because I think it's absurd to have a miscommunication like this with a telepath. I've been thinking for weeks you found something about me offensive.
[ He wraps his arms around Charles, and then backs up to look him in the eye, and his gaze is full of fondness and affection and love for the man in his lap. ]
I know this is going to take work. But I want you to feel good, always. Whatever that means for you.
[ So if they try it out and Charles isn't getting anything out of the exchange, they should stop. They can try again later, whenever Charles is willing. But Erik just wants to try. ]
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Erik raises an eyebrow at that next statement, and with a flick of his wrist, the whole belt buckle undoes itself and zips across the room and onto the floor. He has to take care of the button, but his zipper pulls itself down, and if Charles couldn't already see or feel it, Erik's very obviously prepared to proceed.
Since Erik's clothes are mainly hands-off, he's able to come help Charles with his buttons, but he pauses dumbly when Charles gets a chance to elaborate. ]
Oh.
[ And then, Erik laughs. It's only a little, but it grows, until he muffles the sound into Charles' shoulder, but he manages to turn it into a kiss, at the very least. ]
Charles, darling. Liebchen. Is that the reason we've never done this?
[ He takes a breath. ]
Sorry. I'm not laughing at you. Alright, a little bit, but only because I think it's absurd to have a miscommunication like this with a telepath. I've been thinking for weeks you found something about me offensive.
[ He wraps his arms around Charles, and then backs up to look him in the eye, and his gaze is full of fondness and affection and love for the man in his lap. ]
I know this is going to take work. But I want you to feel good, always. Whatever that means for you.
[ So if they try it out and Charles isn't getting anything out of the exchange, they should stop. They can try again later, whenever Charles is willing. But Erik just wants to try. ]