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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[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.

[markedformore]

"Well, then if I'm not dangerous, then I might as well be me," he muses, giving Charles a raised brow from where he's sitting. "Do you have a plan for while you're down there because I do have some suggestions."

[balancingminds]

"Dangerous is different than nice. I'm dangerous,"

His answer is to start on Erik's belt as he kisses downward.

[markedformore]

"Not to me, you're not," Erik admits. Perhaps it's a blind spot, but he truly doesn't think that Charles could or would harm him in such a way. "But I could harm you," he points out. "I often get...blinded by the cause."

[balancingminds]

"Harm, no, I'd never harm you but I'm not safe,"

He doesn't stop kissing and loosens Erik's trousers enough to properly stroke him and kiss down as he wishes to.

[markedformore]

Erik is having great difficulty in keeping his eyes open. His eyes flutter and stay shut as he pushes his hips up to allow Charles to touch him far more than he's currently doing. "And what if I ask you to harm me, just a little?"

[balancingminds]

"What sort of harm?"

That does make access easier and Charles doesn't speak for a good long time using his tongue and some of his teeth, gently but they are there. He can feel Erik's pleasure and he works with it, sharing some of his own along with his slight confusion. Pain isn't something he enjoys but he understands those who do like it.

[markedformore]

Erik throws Charles a challenging smirk. "Teeth," he says. "Nails. Maybe a little rough and tumble," he goes on, because in his history, he's enjoyed a small bit of that.

[balancingminds]

Teeth are simple enough and Charles enjoys them so there's more pressure, not quite a bit, not in that particular area.

He doesn't have much in the way of nails and there's a laugh at the phrase rough and tumble which causes him to think, I was never good at that as a boy.

[markedformore]

Erik makes sure to keep his grip on Charles tight, as if he's worried that he might fade away or fall back if he lets go. "Good," he exhales. "Very good, Charles."

[balancingminds]

Charles' grip is on Erik's calves and thighs as he explores certain reactions and uses what nails he does have.

[markedformore]

Erik wishes, now, that he were the one with the ability to read minds because that is what he wishes to do more than anything else in this moment. Still, his powers begin to strain as the metal in the room begins to lightly vibrate.

[balancingminds]

Its another layer of concentration but through his touch, Charles shares some of what he's feeling with Erik. His own pleasure at being physically close to Erik and the joy he finds in making him happy.

[markedformore]

Erik feels like he's drowning and for a moment, he can't shut anything off. He wipes at the tears on his cheeks, recalling the only other moments he'd felt this emotional and wondering at how Charles has been present for so many of them. "Don't stop," he warns, before Charles can think to.

[balancingminds]

There's a tinge of worry to Charles' thoughts as he squeezes Erik's calves, he doesn't want to overwhelm him or be too much.

[markedformore]

Erik tries to work through his emotions, keeping them close at hand and reigned in to avoid the crushing weight of them on his chest. "Come up here and kiss me," he requests, hoping it will steal some of the hoarseness away.

[balancingminds]

He pulls in his own emotions as he shifts to Erik's lap though his hand stays always on Erik's skin before he kisses him.

[markedformore]

Some of Erik's control has begun to slip away as he hungrily kisses Charles. The room is buzzing more than it did before and he doesn't care to stop it. "Are you going to advance things?" he asks, into the kiss.

[balancingminds]

"What I was doing before wasn't enough? Fine, come on," The kisses are wonderful and its not easy to pull himself up, get off the odd britches without letting of Erik and partly fall onto the bed.

"That could have worked better."

[markedformore]

Erik gives a laugh that sounds free and almost boyish. It's a sound he hasn't heard from himself in quite some time. "It's our first time," he soothes Charles' ruffled feathers. "Some disgrace should be expected."

[balancingminds]

"Yes, and you laughed,"

That's a sound he wants to hear more of because it softens Erik's face in a wonderful way.

[markedformore]

"Very observant," Erik replies with a wry grin, sliding his socks off with the ease and aid of his toes. "I do that when I'm truly happy, though such times are few and far between."

[balancingminds]

"Then they should become more frequent,"

His stockings are odder than socks but easily taken off.

[markedformore]

Erik watches the stockings go, pressing his lips together as the fondness practically overwhelms him. "Perhaps the next time we do this, you won't be so fancy."