[ 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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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. ]