Erik stared up at him, taking in a long breath after his speech. Charles began to kiss him and Erik more than happily reciprocated, hands sliding up Charles’ back to keep him near. “You don’t have to answer.” said Erik through a smile, pulling Charles down to lie with him. “Just let me hold you.” He rested his head on Charles’, breathing in the scent of citrus from his hair. Erik let his lips trace where they could reach, and his hands drew patterns over the pale skin. “I will never want more than this..” said Erik thoughtfully.
“Mister Erik Lehnsherr, sharing a bed with the esteemed Professor Charles Xavier. As if there could be a more bizarre occurrence.” Charles grinned as he was pulled down. Softly, he chuckled. ‘Just let me hold you,’ he quoted back to Erik, “You’re growing soft,” he murmured, kissing at the skin of his chest. He closed his eyes as soon as he felt fingers tracing shapes over his skin, “Makes you wish we were born in another time,” he said. The time that they were in was barely ready for what they were— barely ready for mutants. Much less the aspect of their gender.
Erik smirked. “Funny, I was hard ten minutes ago…” He chuckled darkly, though he knew Charles was right. He had grown softer, he was still rough around the edges, but he had never thought it possible for such thing to come from his lips. “The esteemed Professor Charles Xavier shagged thoroughly in his own kitchen.” Erik linked their hands together, smirking.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been shagged that thoroughly in my life, so— I think I should fashion you a medal with the metal from the kitchen knives. Would be quite fitting, no?” Charles smirked and squeezed his hand. “Mister Erik Lehnsherr, receiving the best blow job of his life— if-I-do-say-so-myself— in said kitchen, not too long ago.” He smirked up at Erik and winked.
Erik raised an eyebrow, an amusing picture of Charles struggling with knives and other implements in an attempt at making some soft of twisted amulet sliding into his mind. “Perhaps..” he said with a small smirk, stroking Charles’ soft hair, “You should leave the metal bending to me…” Charles squeezed his free hand and Erik sighed, truly beginning to wonder how he had become so…tamed. Not three months ago he was a man to be feared, someone one would be wary of approaching, and here he was, entangled in sheets with a genetics professor, stroking his hair and allowing sweet and gentle words slip from his lips. “Mister Erik Lehnsherr, receiving the best blow job of his life—if-do-say-so-myself—in said kitchen, not too long ago.” Erik caught Charles’ wink and sank slightly lower, his lips now close to the telepath’s ear. “Yes,” he murmured, amused, his lips barely brushing against his lobe, “but we might lend that to the amount of practice a certain professor has had…” Erik chuckled, waiting for Charles’ indignation. Indignation would bring flustering, which would cause Charles’ cheeks to tint beautifully, and a distracted Charles was too much fun not to take advantage of.
"Now, that isn't fair. I needed to let loose in some fashion, now didn't I?" Charles furrowed his brow and felt his cheeks redden, "I- you can't blame me. If-" Charles sighed, shutting himself up and huffing, moving away from Erik and crossing his arms, staring at the ceiling. "Point it, that was a damn-good blow job, and you know it."
