Upstairs with Erik

[balancingminds]

His room is unchanged, there's a fire, two comfortable chairs, a chess set, dark woods, a bottle of Scotch and the coziness that reminds Charles of New York.

Inside he steps in to lean against a back of a chair, he's always aware of the space between his body and Erik's and even though they have now been closer than before, he knows that it might not last.

He reaches up to adjust the cravat and looks over to Erik.

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[balancingminds]

"Yes, if you'd like I could share some of it with you,"

He knows he's going to have to be careful with possibly projecting. His position is awkward but he doesn't mind too much as he leans in to kiss Erik's neck ever so slightly opening his shields to allow Erik to feel his excitement and the nervousness beside it.

[markedformore]

"I'd like that," Erik admits, sliding his palm to cup the side of Charles' torso in order to curl him closer. "If you'd be willing to share that with me."

[balancingminds]

"I am, but you must tell me if it ever becomes too much,"

This time he opens his shields wider and kisses Erik trying to use the kiss to make the transition easier.

[markedformore]

Erik feels a flood of emotion, more than he expects. He's braced himself on the expectation of Charles' emotions, but it's fleeting compared to what he actually feels. It's exhilarating and he swallows back a pleading moan, not wanting to betray how much he enjoys it.

[balancingminds]

Charles can feel that mixture of emotions and says quietly against Erik's mouth, "I'm not good at acting as expecting. Do you want less?"

He doesn't want to close these doors now they've been opened but there's a reason he keeps them closed.

[markedformore]

"No," Erik replies honestly, the smile he gives genuine and a bit boyish. "No, I simply thought maybe you exaggerated about what you felt," he confesses, sliding his fingers over Charles' waist to hold tight.

[balancingminds]

"No, I don't do that with my emotions if anything I downplay them,"

He's never seen that smile of Erik's before and shifts into his touch. Its good to know he's not too much because this is what he wants, touch and feeling.

[markedformore]

"Yes, I'm beginning to see that," Erik replies, a light tremble in some of his words as a laugh breaks its' way past his walls. He cannot help himself, for joy has begun to take a deep seat, all because of Charles. "You make me feel so bright," he confesses, rapt.

[balancingminds]

"I know they can be a bit much. Oh, good,"

Erik's joy is wonderful and Charles kisses him again.

[markedformore]

Erik feels as though he's pushed back by another wave of intoxicating joy when he's kissed and he greedily and hungrily encourages it, sliding his fingers through Charles' hair to grip him tight.

He is never letting go, not if he can help it.

[balancingminds]

He lets out a small groan at the feel of Erik's hand in his hair, it keeps him here as he could happily spend float on the feelings of joy.

Yet he can feel below it desire and strokes Erik's neck, he wants and needs the physical connection to match the psychic.

[markedformore]

Erik thinks this is perfectly lovely and wonderful, but he's growing impatient and wants to advance this beyond this. His smile is dashing and a bit mischievous as he slides his hand down Charles' neck, down his back, and comfortably pushes into his trousers, gripping his arse, now, and finding it just as lovely as the hair.

[balancingminds]

He'd almost say this unfair but he likes it and shifts to properly straddle Erik.

[markedformore]

Erik cocks his brow upwards, his smile devilish and showing just the barest hint of teeth. "You on top?" he muses. "I didn't expect it, but I like it."

[balancingminds]

"We're in a chair, Erik, there are only so many options,"

He laughs and pulls his jacket off, its far too restricting.

[markedformore]

"I think it's fascinating seeing the option you chose," Erik says with a superior little smirk, accompanied by a roll of his hips that ought to tell Charles how pleased he is with the placement.

[balancingminds]

At the roll, Charles smiles and shifts to match his body closer to Erik's as he reaches his hands underneath Erik's shirt,

"I do try to be fascinating."

[markedformore]

"Yes, well, could you try to be fascinating without your shirt on? I'd greatly appreciate it," Erik dryly says, flicking his fingers to handily help with undoing the beginning of the buttons.

[balancingminds]

"Long as you do the same,"

The shirt slips off easily and works to tug at Erik's.

[markedformore]

Erik eases back, rolling his shoulders back to ease the fabric down his torso. Soon, it's quickly off and he's busy at work on Charles' trousers. "Stand up," he orders.

[balancingminds]

His tone gets both of Charles eyebrows as he moves his hips starts to kiss Erik's nipples,

"Mm, not yet."

[markedformore]

"Not yet?" Erik replies, almost arch and demanding in the fact that Charles isn't naturally obeying him. Still, the kisses are rather pleasant and he can afford to wait this out a bit longer.

[balancingminds]

"Ask nicely,"

He smirks against Erik's skin and gently rubs his teeth against his chest as he uses his position to remind Erik that taking trousers off would require moving.

[markedformore]

"I'm not a nice man, Charles, you know that," he chides him, eyes falling shut as the sensations of that grazed touch of teeth brings him closer to a kind of release.

[balancingminds]

"Do I? I'd disagree, you're you and it shouldn't hurt your dangerous reputation to ask,"

Since he is not going to move just yet because he's comfortable and he knows Erik likes this.