( he shakes his head at the apology, murmuring that it's absolutely not necessary. it's not like erik has control over his dreams, or nightmares, as it were. ) I thought it went well enough. The kids loved it. We had a rather enthusiastic discussion about Pip and his many admirable qualities.
( he pops a seedless grape in his mouth as he watches erik eat his sandwich. charles then picks another grape and tosses it over to him. it bounces off the man's chest and lands somewhere between erik's thighs. oops. charles lets out a playful little smile then. ) Sorry. ( he leans over and offers the piece of fruit to erik properly this time. )
Since we're both done with classes, what do you feel like doing for the rest of the day? Do you want to watch a movie or something? ( charles usually busies himself handling paperwork after his classes. obviously, today, he's wanting to spend time with erik instead. )
[ Erik really doesn't like Dickens too much, but he'll still have a conversation about them if Charles wants. Thankfully, he doesn't, and is feeding him grapes instead. Cute.
Though he does wonder how Charles managed to hit his chest when he's sitting so close. He leans in and pulls the grape out of Charles's hand with his mouth, lips grazing against his fingers, and flashes him a pointed look only he could see if anyone else were to come across them in the library.
Then he sits up straight, and goes back to his sandwich. ]
A movie sounds good. What are you thinking? Comedy? Thriller?
[ It's kind of nice that Erik can just project films, there's no need to go all the way to the theater. And that way, they can find an empty room in the house and 'make out in the back row' like teenagers. ]
( charles just raises his eyebrows slightly when erik gives him that pointed look. good thing he'll know immediately if someone's heading towards the library. he smiles and reaches for another piece of grape to chew on. sometimes he thinks it's ridiculous that he's managed to snag erik's attention when it's entirely possible for this incredibly sexy man to have anyone else he wants.
then again, it's not like charles is short of people taking an interest in him. moira, for one, whose memories he had to take away. then there's the ladies around town who had known him from before, or from his more recent trips to the market on sundays. they keep showing up at the gates of the school bringing pie. hank's had to turn them away politely a number of times now. it's a bit awkward. despite their good intentions, the last thing charles needs is any woman wanting to take care of him. he's perfectly capable of looking after himself. plus, he has erik, who he's very much in love with. )
I think, comedy, please. The kids are already planning to watch horror movies for the next few weekends until Halloween. ( not that the choice of movie matters, really. they'll hardly pay attention to whatever's playing anyways. ) Oh. Have you decided on a costume?
[ Doesn't he already have a costume with a bright red and purple helmet and a cape? Yeah, that's costume enough, Charles.
He doesn't even think about other romantic entanglements anymore, though he only ever did when the mood struck and he went out on the town to find himself a nice girl to fancy for the evening. He thinks maybe in his life there were a handful he'd seen more than once, coming to the same bars, before he'd left the city he was in to go to another one.
But, he couldn't have easily made something serious with any of them. Erik really needs to be understood by his partner, and no one really understands him like Charles does.
So if Charles were to ever worry about Erik's loyalty being swayed, he shouldn't. ]
Of course. It's the only time I get to look tough, intimidating and absolutely criminal, as Raven says. This year the theme is Peaky Blinders. So it'll be me, Hank and, well, I suppose, you could be our third Birmingham gang member. ( he has the cheekiest smile on his face as he's looking at erik. ) Oh, I am certainly not joking, Erik, darling. I've even got my shotgun ready.
No. ( charles lets out a chuckle. they haven't decided on who's who. there's baby-faced harry fowles, and there's billy kimber who was once a blinder before he left to lead the birmingham boys and thus became their enemy. charles is so not going to suggest that erik pick that one for himself. ) But thank you for that honest opinion. ( rude, erik. rude. )
And I don't know about Raven. She keeps changing her mind, so who knows. I just hope she ends up wearing something. ( he's had to tell her a number of times now that it's completely inappropriate to be walking around without her clothes on just because she's "mutant and proud". )
Will you shut the library doors for a minute? ( he puts his bowl of fruits down and motions for erik to help him up. ) This chair's been bothering me all morning. I just need to get out of it for a bit. ( this is the third one hank's made for him and he really hadn't wanted to make a fuss, but it's not at all comfortable to sit in. )
[ Charles has kind of a baby face so he should definitely opt for that one. Erik won't say that out loud, apparently that might be considered rude, even though he likes that face very much and would be kissing it pretty much all the time except for his social obligations to behave. ]
Well, I guess she can afford to change her mind whenever.
[ Erik meanwhile helps Charles out of his chair all the while shutting the door and locking it, just in case any kids don't get the hint from the fact that the door is closed. There isn't even a lock, he just makes one out of the doorknob. ]
Is the back not comfortable? I haven't felt anything wrong with the wheels.
I'm not sure. Hank is saying I simply need some time to get used to it. That it's to do with the weather. That I get these pains and aches and I blame the chair. I don't think he likes my complaining. ( he leans against erik, managing to sort of stand for a bit which is nice. )
I'm sorely tempted to have you render this chair unusable just so he'll make me another. ( he's kidding, of course. he would never wreck something on purpose. ) I can sit back down. ( he just needed that literal few seconds. ) If your lap's available for the next five or so minutes, Mr. Lehnsherr... ( since erik's locked the door and all, why waste the opportunity? )
Well, he'll have to deal with your complaining regardless of if he likes it or not.
[ And then he guides Charles towards his lap, easily. ]
I've always got a spot open for you, Mr. Xavier. Right this way.
[ Once they're situated, he tries to make sure Charles is comfortable. He'll also gently rub at Charles' neck, as a suggestion. He's open for massages too, if he has more aches and pains to complain about. ]
( he hums a bit in approval. ) So much more comfortable. ( this might be the first time he's ever sat on erik's lap since the accident. he never really does this sort of thing, but today he's just feeling like he wants to be close to him. charles brushes his fingers through erik's hair before resting his hand on his nape, just looking at him. )
You are so good to me. ( what's with him feeling emotional today? perhaps he's just really glad they found each other. charles is sure he's never loved anyone as much as he loves erik, and he might be getting a bit teary-eyed just thinking about that, but at least, he's smiling. )
I have something for you. ( he slips a small leather pouch out of his jacket pocket and hands it over to erik. inside is a gold pocket watch inscribed with the words:
e.l.,
for those who love... time is eternity.
forever yours, c.x. )
It belonged to my great-grandfather. I had it inscribed recently. You are probably familiar with the poem by Henry Van Dyke? Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is not.
[ Charles is definitely feeling very affectionate today, and Erik can't even mind it. He's getting teary-eyed for some reason and that makes Erik look visibly confused, as he starts thinking he's going to break up with him. But then he remembers that there's that watch in his bag he's handing to him, and he doesn't even feign surprise.
He does however, carefully retrieve the watch out of its bag with a reverence for special objects, doesn't even need to read the inscription because he can feel it. And yet, he does, read it, run his fingers over the engraving, smile at Charles and offer him a sweet kiss of thanks.
Erik has very little in return to give, as far as things of monetary value go. Charles already houses him and clothes him, and most other things are made of Erik's own hand. But love, he has plenty. ]
( he brushes his thumb across erik's cheek with a nod. ) Of course. ( he helps put the pocket watch is no moar because we do w/e we want in this house watch on erik's wrist. the dark brown leather and gold combo looks good on him. charles smiles, glad he made the decision to dig this one out of the attic to get it restored at the shop. he knows erik loves fancy things. ) It's perfect on you.
( he presses a kiss to erik's brow then, and once more on his cheek, and on the side of his mouth before lingering on when he kisses him fully on the lips. who would've thought he'd grow to love this man so much? he was aware of the special bond they had from the very start, but he'd thought it was a familial sort of love, not a romantic one. he'd only come to realize he was physically attracted to erik when he'd gone to his room late one night to talk to him and the man was just lying there shirtless in bed. charles remembers being a bit flustered at the time. it was a little embarrassing. )
Should we go watch that movie then? Maybe in our bedroom? ( he's playing with the top button of erik's shirt, tugging on it. ) I'll make sure no one sees us sneaking upstairs.
[ Erik does love his fancy metal things, but he usually makes them himself. He has watches, but none so precious to him as an Xavier family heirloom, given to him by his beloved. That seems like some sort of gesture you only give to family, and it warms his heart. He'll have to prove to Charles that he's part of Erik's family, too.
They couldn't marry, but perhaps someday he could get Charles a signet ring of his own making. No one would look twice at a scholarly man wearing such a ring.
He doesn't want that kiss to stop, but he does like Charles' suggestion, and he's embarrassed to admit how much hotter he gets from Charles just unbuttoning his first button. ]
Upstairs, then. I'll carry you.
[ Erik gets up with the smoothest lift he can, careful not to run Charles' feet into any walls. They can come retrieve the chair at another time. ]
( very good of erik to watch where they're going as they're headed upstairs. charles doesn't say a word the entire while, not even bothering to list movie titles or remind erik that they should be getting the film reel from the study first. he's just busying himself with unbuttoning erik's shirt, popping off one button at a time, ever so slowly, no hurry whatsoever. the moment they get inside their bedroom though, charles drops the telepathic cloaking and he doesn't even wait for the door to close before he grabs erik's face, kissing him soundly as they make their way to the bed.
charles isn’t a prude by any means, but ever since the accident, he hasn’t wanted to engage in sex with erik. not that he’s ready to go all the way with him just yet even now, but he’s at least making more of an effort these days. for months before this charles barely showed any interest in erik beyond holding hands and sharing a quick kiss or two. once, while drunk, he’d told hank if erik wants he can go find himself another warm body to share his bed with. the fact he’d cried for hours after saying that was a clear sign he hadn’t meant it. when erik had walked into the study to help get him settled into bed that night, charles had blamed hank for cutting onions. he's stopped drinking so much after that. )
[ It would hurt Erik, for Charles had suggested that he find someone else to lay in his bed. Because to him, that just meant that Charles had decided Erik wasn't good enough, that he loved him but not in the way that Erik loved Charles. He would rather be told that Charles doesn't want intimacy at all, than to be told to find it elsewhere, to be suggested that Charles would want to find intimacy elsewhere.
Instead, however, he crushes his lips against Charles' and deposits him gently on the bed before crawling over him and maneuvering him around to what is hopefully a comfortable position as they make out like teenagers. If Erik were to be confronted about it, he'd say it was hard not to let his technique be inspired living in a house full of them. ]
Do you have classes the rest of your day?
[ He asks this in between kisses, breath hot on Charles' lips, holding him flush to his body and untucking Charles's shirt from his trousers, getting his hands on warm, soft skin. ]
No. No more classes. ( he has all the time in the world to spend with erik for today. charles does have a stack of papers to grade, but he can work on that later, in the evening, after dinner, not this afternoon. he might have planned this whole thing out. well, for them to watch a movie together, at least, but he can hardly be bothered with wanting to watch a film now. he’s too distracted to want to focus on anything else but erik.
charles likes feeling the weight of erik on him, and he's been keeping him close with his arms wrapped around him, but now he lets go. charles is aware that he's wearing far too many layers and he should pull his cardigan off at least, and he does that, tossing it off the side of the bed before getting back to exploring erik’s mouth with his tongue. he’ll leave his shirt on for erik to deal with as he gets to unbuttoning the rest of erik’s shirt instead, his movements somewhat hurried compared to before. he slides his hand down the man's abdomen, appreciating how ripped erik is -- what has he been doing lately, working out with logan, he wonders, and he sets about unbuckling erik's belt next. )
Do you... have other plans? ( he's breathless and a little frustrated now because erik's stupid belt won't get unbuckled. why? )
[ He migrates his kisses to under Charles's jaw, and at his throat, and especially at his pulse. But he's careful to press the flat of his tongue there; it's a similar pressure to sucking at the skin, but it won't leave an embarrassing bruise for him to show off to his kids. ]
I don't have any other plans, but.
[ But he knows that Charles has been shy with him about their intimacy, and has been trying to go slow. So he pauses, cups Charles' cheek, backs up so they're looking eye to eye. ]
Are you sure you want to do this?
[ Because Erik's about to be very naked if Charles continues at this rate, and while he has no issues with this - Erik's also very ready to consummate their relationship and has been - he also doesn't want to push Charles too far. He's more than happy to wait. ]
( 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. )
[ 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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( he pops a seedless grape in his mouth as he watches erik eat his sandwich. charles then picks another grape and tosses it over to him. it bounces off the man's chest and lands somewhere between erik's thighs. oops. charles lets out a playful little smile then. ) Sorry. ( he leans over and offers the piece of fruit to erik properly this time. )
Since we're both done with classes, what do you feel like doing for the rest of the day? Do you want to watch a movie or something? ( charles usually busies himself handling paperwork after his classes. obviously, today, he's wanting to spend time with erik instead. )
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Though he does wonder how Charles managed to hit his chest when he's sitting so close. He leans in and pulls the grape out of Charles's hand with his mouth, lips grazing against his fingers, and flashes him a pointed look only he could see if anyone else were to come across them in the library.
Then he sits up straight, and goes back to his sandwich. ]
A movie sounds good. What are you thinking? Comedy? Thriller?
[ It's kind of nice that Erik can just project films, there's no need to go all the way to the theater. And that way, they can find an empty room in the house and 'make out in the back row' like teenagers. ]
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then again, it's not like charles is short of people taking an interest in him. moira, for one, whose memories he had to take away. then there's the ladies around town who had known him from before, or from his more recent trips to the market on sundays. they keep showing up at the gates of the school bringing pie. hank's had to turn them away politely a number of times now. it's a bit awkward. despite their good intentions, the last thing charles needs is any woman wanting to take care of him. he's perfectly capable of looking after himself. plus, he has erik, who he's very much in love with. )
I think, comedy, please. The kids are already planning to watch horror movies for the next few weekends until Halloween. ( not that the choice of movie matters, really. they'll hardly pay attention to whatever's playing anyways. ) Oh. Have you decided on a costume?
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[ Doesn't he already have a costume with a bright red and purple helmet and a cape? Yeah, that's costume enough, Charles.
He doesn't even think about other romantic entanglements anymore, though he only ever did when the mood struck and he went out on the town to find himself a nice girl to fancy for the evening. He thinks maybe in his life there were a handful he'd seen more than once, coming to the same bars, before he'd left the city he was in to go to another one.
But, he couldn't have easily made something serious with any of them. Erik really needs to be understood by his partner, and no one really understands him like Charles does.
So if Charles were to ever worry about Erik's loyalty being swayed, he shouldn't. ]
Are you dressing up, Professor?
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[ Sorry but Charles just looks too cute, and gives off a professor energy. ]
Have you picked who's who? And what's Raven going as, then?
[ He'll try to pull off the accent for a night, if it makes Charles happy, but he thinks he'll ham it up to make him laugh. ]
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And I don't know about Raven. She keeps changing her mind, so who knows. I just hope she ends up wearing something. ( he's had to tell her a number of times now that it's completely inappropriate to be walking around without her clothes on just because she's "mutant and proud". )
Will you shut the library doors for a minute? ( he puts his bowl of fruits down and motions for erik to help him up. ) This chair's been bothering me all morning. I just need to get out of it for a bit. ( this is the third one hank's made for him and he really hadn't wanted to make a fuss, but it's not at all comfortable to sit in. )
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Well, I guess she can afford to change her mind whenever.
[ Erik meanwhile helps Charles out of his chair all the while shutting the door and locking it, just in case any kids don't get the hint from the fact that the door is closed. There isn't even a lock, he just makes one out of the doorknob. ]
Is the back not comfortable? I haven't felt anything wrong with the wheels.
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I'm sorely tempted to have you render this chair unusable just so he'll make me another. ( he's kidding, of course. he would never wreck something on purpose. ) I can sit back down. ( he just needed that literal few seconds. ) If your lap's available for the next five or so minutes, Mr. Lehnsherr... ( since erik's locked the door and all, why waste the opportunity? )
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[ And then he guides Charles towards his lap, easily. ]
I've always got a spot open for you, Mr. Xavier. Right this way.
[ Once they're situated, he tries to make sure Charles is comfortable. He'll also gently rub at Charles' neck, as a suggestion. He's open for massages too, if he has more aches and pains to complain about. ]
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You are so good to me. ( what's with him feeling emotional today? perhaps he's just really glad they found each other. charles is sure he's never loved anyone as much as he loves erik, and he might be getting a bit teary-eyed just thinking about that, but at least, he's smiling. )
I have something for you. ( he slips a small leather pouch out of his jacket pocket and hands it over to erik. inside is a gold pocket watch inscribed with the words:
e.l.,
for those who love... time is eternity.
forever yours,
c.x. )
It belonged to my great-grandfather. I had it inscribed recently. You are probably familiar with the poem by Henry Van Dyke? Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is not.
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He does however, carefully retrieve the watch out of its bag with a reverence for special objects, doesn't even need to read the inscription because he can feel it. And yet, he does, read it, run his fingers over the engraving, smile at Charles and offer him a sweet kiss of thanks.
Erik has very little in return to give, as far as things of monetary value go. Charles already houses him and clothes him, and most other things are made of Erik's own hand. But love, he has plenty. ]
Thank you, Charles. Will you help me put it on?
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pocket watch is no moar because we do w/e we want in this housewatch on erik's wrist. the dark brown leather and gold combo looks good on him. charles smiles, glad he made the decision to dig this one out of the attic to get it restored at the shop. he knows erik loves fancy things. ) It's perfect on you.( he presses a kiss to erik's brow then, and once more on his cheek, and on the side of his mouth before lingering on when he kisses him fully on the lips. who would've thought he'd grow to love this man so much? he was aware of the special bond they had from the very start, but he'd thought it was a familial sort of love, not a romantic one. he'd only come to realize he was physically attracted to erik when he'd gone to his room late one night to talk to him and the man was just lying there shirtless in bed. charles remembers being a bit flustered at the time. it was a little embarrassing. )
Should we go watch that movie then? Maybe in our bedroom? ( he's playing with the top button of erik's shirt, tugging on it. ) I'll make sure no one sees us sneaking upstairs.
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They couldn't marry, but perhaps someday he could get Charles a signet ring of his own making. No one would look twice at a scholarly man wearing such a ring.
He doesn't want that kiss to stop, but he does like Charles' suggestion, and he's embarrassed to admit how much hotter he gets from Charles just unbuttoning his first button. ]
Upstairs, then. I'll carry you.
[ Erik gets up with the smoothest lift he can, careful not to run Charles' feet into any walls. They can come retrieve the chair at another time. ]
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charles isn’t a prude by any means, but ever since the accident, he hasn’t wanted to engage in sex with erik. not that he’s ready to go all the way with him just yet even now, but he’s at least making more of an effort these days. for months before this charles barely showed any interest in erik beyond holding hands and sharing a quick kiss or two. once, while drunk, he’d told hank if erik wants he can go find himself another warm body to share his bed with. the fact he’d cried for hours after saying that was a clear sign he hadn’t meant it. when erik had walked into the study to help get him settled into bed that night, charles had blamed hank for cutting onions. he's stopped drinking so much after that. )
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Instead, however, he crushes his lips against Charles' and deposits him gently on the bed before crawling over him and maneuvering him around to what is hopefully a comfortable position as they make out like teenagers. If Erik were to be confronted about it, he'd say it was hard not to let his technique be inspired living in a house full of them. ]
Do you have classes the rest of your day?
[ He asks this in between kisses, breath hot on Charles' lips, holding him flush to his body and untucking Charles's shirt from his trousers, getting his hands on warm, soft skin. ]
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charles likes feeling the weight of erik on him, and he's been keeping him close with his arms wrapped around him, but now he lets go. charles is aware that he's wearing far too many layers and he should pull his cardigan off at least, and he does that, tossing it off the side of the bed before getting back to exploring erik’s mouth with his tongue. he’ll leave his shirt on for erik to deal with as he gets to unbuttoning the rest of erik’s shirt instead, his movements somewhat hurried compared to before. he slides his hand down the man's abdomen, appreciating how ripped erik is -- what has he been doing lately, working out with logan, he wonders, and he sets about unbuckling erik's belt next. )
Do you... have other plans? ( he's breathless and a little frustrated now because erik's stupid belt won't get unbuckled. why? )
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[ He migrates his kisses to under Charles's jaw, and at his throat, and especially at his pulse. But he's careful to press the flat of his tongue there; it's a similar pressure to sucking at the skin, but it won't leave an embarrassing bruise for him to show off to his kids. ]
I don't have any other plans, but.
[ But he knows that Charles has been shy with him about their intimacy, and has been trying to go slow. So he pauses, cups Charles' cheek, backs up so they're looking eye to eye. ]
Are you sure you want to do this?
[ Because Erik's about to be very naked if Charles continues at this rate, and while he has no issues with this - Erik's also very ready to consummate their relationship and has been - he also doesn't want to push Charles too far. He's more than happy to wait. ]
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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. )
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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. ]