Only if it won't hurt you to do it, then yes, please. ( he makes a face at the scent of vanilla and bourbon everywhere. too late now to switch soaps so he'll just wash it off as best as he can. he's definitely returning that one to raven so it won't go to waste. ) I'll have you pick out the ones you like and the ones you don't like later. ( charles isn't too fussed about soaps. but he does like to go with his usual scents. changing things up and being too experimental isn't his style. while erik's fussing with shampooing his hair, charles will just sneak a peek between erik's legs before he looks up at him, a bit of a cheeky smile in place. )
When you're all healed up, Erik, do you want to sleep with me?
[ Erik's not entirely sure what he expected Charles to say, especially when he's about to complain that he's being very good and Charles is not upholding his end of the bargain because Erik might not be able to read minds but he isn't blind, either --
-- And he's not expecting to hear that.
His hands twitch in Charles' hair, as he rubs shampoo through it. ]
Yes, I thought that was obvious.
[ He has tried very hard to keep his lewder thoughts under lock and key, but as they grow closer, those become more invasive, though he keeps making sure to distract his fantasies as soon as they start straying. It's difficult having a crush on a telepath. ]
( charles keeps his gaze on erik's face, admiring his handsome features, enjoying having his hair shampooed. it's the first time he's ever had someone do this for him in the shower. some soap lands on erik's nose and he brushes it off with his index finger. he tries not to read erik's mind, but sometimes erik's thoughts are very loud and he can't help but hear what he's thinking. on the bright side, it's good to know that erik does find him attractive enough to want to take to bed. judging by erik's choice of partners in the past, they're all incredibly beautiful women. he supposes would've been a bit worried if erik didn't have those thoughts about him. )
You'd sleep with me now if I said we could... ( cheeky, cheeky comment. charles takes a step back to get the shampoo washed off, being quick about it because the water's starting to get cold. he quickly rinses off and steps out of the shower stall. ) I'll get us some towels. Will you turn off the shower? ( before he gets hit by freezing cold water all of a sudden. that sort of thing can happen. they really should install a new water heater down in the basement. )
Here. ( he helps erik into a bathrobe and hands him a towel for his hair before he wraps a towel around his own waist. it feels a bit chilly outside the shower stall and already his hands are a little cold. another thing that ought to be looked into is the heating around the house. he'd spent too much time in oxford that the house had been left abandoned for years. there's a lot that still needs fixing. charles brushes his fingers over erik's cheek, glad to feel that he's warm as he leans in for a kiss, sliding his arm hand around erik and pulling him close to steal some body heat. that's allowed. surely. )
[ But Charles keeps talking about taking him to bed and he won't be able to keep that promise, not when the want is mutual and the only thing standing between them is a couple pesky neck staples, which Erik maintains is a manufactured obstacle.
Erik quickly finishes rinsing the shampoo out of Charles' hair and then turns the shower off, standing in the steam as Charles comes back with a ridiculous amount of towels for the two of them, when just a single one would have sufficed. Erik's hair is fine and short, practically dries with a shake, but he towels through it briefly and hangs that one back up, slips into the bathrobe, and then turns to find his arms occupied with one Charles Xavier.
He kisses back like he'd been starving for it, and wrapped in bathrobe he's a furnace, though sharing body heat is admittedly not why he pulls Charles closer to himself. ]
( he chuckles softly against erik's lips, sliding his hand to cup the back of erik's head as he deepens the kiss, not bothering to respond with words for the moment. if there's one thing he really likes doing these days, it's kissing erik. erik's an incredible kisser, he thinks. he's the best at it. charles is sure he can live his entire life without ever needing to experience kissing anyone else and he'd be perfectly fine with it. )
I'm not changing my mind. ( he finally murmurs the words out between kisses, but as he's stepping back and pulling erik along with him, they don't make it to the closet to get dressed. instead charles is leading them straight to his bed. )
[ Erik sucks at Charles' lower lip, but stops when he pulls away to say something, though until he starts moving, he's mesmerized by the way Charles' lips are so red and shiny and plush and --
--And he knits his brows in confusion. ]
I feel like I'm getting some mixed signals.
[ Like how Charles keeps saying he's going to wait until Erik's healed and how he doesn't want to do too much with his staples in, but honestly the most he's going to do with his neck probably involves kissing anyway, which apparently is perfectly acceptable. Still, he thinks he shouldn't question things as he takes a seat on Charles' bed and immediately pulls him in for another kiss, two of them drawn in like magnets. ]
( charles doesn't remain standing for too long at all because he doesn't want erik straining his neck in any way so he moves onto the bed, or rather, he moves to straddle erik's lap. he's definitely sending him some very mixed signals and he's thoroughly amused by what's going through erik's mind. deciding not to question things gets him a reward though. more kisses for now. )
I'm just putting you to bed, Erik. ( quick explanation between the hot and heavy kisses. despite what he's just said, charles isn't easing up at all. except he does get erik to lie back after a bit and he leans over him, his face flushed. ) You need to take your medicine. ( he should get up and go get that. he'd left it downstairs. ) It's supposed to be taken after meals.
[ He's very confused now, but he's absolutely reluctant to let Charles out of his arms when he's got his lap full and his heart full and had just had his mouth pleasantly occupied. There's still a tingle of sensation on his lips and Charles is blathering on about his medicine, which he does remember being downstairs.
Instead, he leans back on the bed, his arms encircling Charles, pulling him in to resume their strangely interrupted kissing. It's any wonder Erik is questioning if Charles is interested or not, when he pauses making out with him to talk about medicine, but as their lips crush and slide together, as he reaches for Charles's waist and thinks the better of it and migrates his hand down to give him a good hard squeeze. ]
Then you can help me get it after this, because I intend to indulge.
( charles might have wanted to be responsible and get erik his medication, but his determination to do just that goes flying out the bloody window as soon as erik's kissing him again. he shifts on erik's lap, barely managing to stifle his moan against erik’s lips. he supposes this counts as some sort of therapy, doesn't it? it'll take erik's mind off the pain, surely. in fact, the only discomfort erik might be feeling right now is likely from being blue balled by charles this entire while. )
All right. Just… ( erik deserves to be spoiled after allowing himself to be cared for by humans at a hospital. and since charles keeps having to move his hand away from erik's neck whenever he almost touches him there, mindful of the injury, he decides to busy himself with tugging erik's belt robe open instead. ) For a bit. And then... ( what was it erik had projected to his mind that day in his study? he might not know heads or tails about sex with a man, but he's given himself plenty of handjobs and he can't possibly fail at it. mustering up the nerve, charles takes erik in his hand, and he's pleasantly surprised by just how hard he is. ) Oh. ( it's a cheat. he shouldn't want to read his mind, but he's curious to know how erik likes it. hard and fast? or should he go slow? or maybe he should just do as he likes because does he really want a play-by-play of all of erik's previous sexual encounters running in the background as he's trying to get him off? ) Is this... ( he's wrapped his hand around erik's length, squeezing gently and he's giving him a few experimental pulls when he breaks the kiss to look at him. ) Is this okay?
[ Erik has never had to chase anyone in his life. He simply made flirtatious offers, got a yes or no, and proceeded. So even though it isn't like he's been waiting a long time, for Erik, it feels like it's been forever. It's no surprise when Charles shifts against him and it feels like pure electricity.
If Charles is in Erik's head he might see what he's currently thinking now is pure lust with nothing but instinct driving him. No, he's not sure what to do but he trusts that he's done this enough with women that he doesn't even consider that it might be very different with a man.
And Erik's lustful thoughts grow louder once Charles has a hand wrapped around him; he tugs at Charles's hips and busies himself getting rid of his clothes too, palming him through the fabric before reaching underneath and taking hold of him too, his hands warm and maybe surprisingly soft. ]
Yes.
[ Charles doesn't have any neck problems, so Erik migrates his mouth underneath his jaw and to his throat and his pulse, leaving a trail of heated kisses all over the column of his neck, free hand gripping at his thighs as he works Charles in his hand. ]
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When you're all healed up, Erik, do you want to sleep with me?
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-- And he's not expecting to hear that.
His hands twitch in Charles' hair, as he rubs shampoo through it. ]
Yes, I thought that was obvious.
[ He has tried very hard to keep his lewder thoughts under lock and key, but as they grow closer, those become more invasive, though he keeps making sure to distract his fantasies as soon as they start straying. It's difficult having a crush on a telepath. ]
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You'd sleep with me now if I said we could... ( cheeky, cheeky comment. charles takes a step back to get the shampoo washed off, being quick about it because the water's starting to get cold. he quickly rinses off and steps out of the shower stall. ) I'll get us some towels. Will you turn off the shower? ( before he gets hit by freezing cold water all of a sudden. that sort of thing can happen. they really should install a new water heater down in the basement. )
Here. ( he helps erik into a bathrobe and hands him a towel for his hair before he wraps a towel around his own waist. it feels a bit chilly outside the shower stall and already his hands are a little cold. another thing that ought to be looked into is the heating around the house. he'd spent too much time in oxford that the house had been left abandoned for years. there's a lot that still needs fixing. charles brushes his fingers over erik's cheek, glad to feel that he's warm as he leans in for a kiss, sliding his arm hand around erik and pulling him close to steal some body heat. that's allowed. surely. )
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[ But Charles keeps talking about taking him to bed and he won't be able to keep that promise, not when the want is mutual and the only thing standing between them is a couple pesky neck staples, which Erik maintains is a manufactured obstacle.
Erik quickly finishes rinsing the shampoo out of Charles' hair and then turns the shower off, standing in the steam as Charles comes back with a ridiculous amount of towels for the two of them, when just a single one would have sufficed. Erik's hair is fine and short, practically dries with a shake, but he towels through it briefly and hangs that one back up, slips into the bathrobe, and then turns to find his arms occupied with one Charles Xavier.
He kisses back like he'd been starving for it, and wrapped in bathrobe he's a furnace, though sharing body heat is admittedly not why he pulls Charles closer to himself. ]
It's not too late to change your mind.
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I'm not changing my mind. ( he finally murmurs the words out between kisses, but as he's stepping back and pulling erik along with him, they don't make it to the closet to get dressed. instead charles is leading them straight to his bed. )
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--And he knits his brows in confusion. ]
I feel like I'm getting some mixed signals.
[ Like how Charles keeps saying he's going to wait until Erik's healed and how he doesn't want to do too much with his staples in, but honestly the most he's going to do with his neck probably involves kissing anyway, which apparently is perfectly acceptable. Still, he thinks he shouldn't question things as he takes a seat on Charles' bed and immediately pulls him in for another kiss, two of them drawn in like magnets. ]
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I'm just putting you to bed, Erik. ( quick explanation between the hot and heavy kisses. despite what he's just said, charles isn't easing up at all. except he does get erik to lie back after a bit and he leans over him, his face flushed. ) You need to take your medicine. ( he should get up and go get that. he'd left it downstairs. ) It's supposed to be taken after meals.
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Instead, he leans back on the bed, his arms encircling Charles, pulling him in to resume their strangely interrupted kissing. It's any wonder Erik is questioning if Charles is interested or not, when he pauses making out with him to talk about medicine, but as their lips crush and slide together, as he reaches for Charles's waist and thinks the better of it and migrates his hand down to give him a good hard squeeze. ]
Then you can help me get it after this, because I intend to indulge.
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All right. Just… ( erik deserves to be spoiled after allowing himself to be cared for by humans at a hospital. and since charles keeps having to move his hand away from erik's neck whenever he almost touches him there, mindful of the injury, he decides to busy himself with tugging erik's belt robe open instead. ) For a bit. And then... ( what was it erik had projected to his mind that day in his study? he might not know heads or tails about sex with a man, but he's given himself plenty of handjobs and he can't possibly fail at it. mustering up the nerve, charles takes erik in his hand, and he's pleasantly surprised by just how hard he is. ) Oh. ( it's a cheat. he shouldn't want to read his mind, but he's curious to know how erik likes it. hard and fast? or should he go slow? or maybe he should just do as he likes because does he really want a play-by-play of all of erik's previous sexual encounters running in the background as he's trying to get him off? ) Is this... ( he's wrapped his hand around erik's length, squeezing gently and he's giving him a few experimental pulls when he breaks the kiss to look at him. ) Is this okay?
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If Charles is in Erik's head he might see what he's currently thinking now is pure lust with nothing but instinct driving him. No, he's not sure what to do but he trusts that he's done this enough with women that he doesn't even consider that it might be very different with a man.
And Erik's lustful thoughts grow louder once Charles has a hand wrapped around him; he tugs at Charles's hips and busies himself getting rid of his clothes too, palming him through the fabric before reaching underneath and taking hold of him too, his hands warm and maybe surprisingly soft. ]
Yes.
[ Charles doesn't have any neck problems, so Erik migrates his mouth underneath his jaw and to his throat and his pulse, leaving a trail of heated kisses all over the column of his neck, free hand gripping at his thighs as he works Charles in his hand. ]