Let me read you, Darling.

« I can feel your mind, Erik. Don't be afraid. Come, talk to me, my friend. » - Charles [ Feel free to ask me anything. I will answer as fast as I can~. ] ( The gifs and pictures I use do NOT belong to me or are made by me. )

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Mutants really were the evolved specie. In all of his life, Erik has mostly seen humans get sick. Mutants rarely are. Even he almost never got sick. It happened a couple of times when he was under Schmidt’s command whom would sometimes get him beaten up so badly that his system would be down enough to let sickness enter his body. Since then, he can’t even remember if he’s been sick once. Oh well, not that it mattered at the moment. He had to take care of a sick Charles whom seemed like he had caught a really bad cold or something. Maybe that the German should call for Hank just to be sure that it isn’t anything bigger than that. You never know with mutants. Especially since this one is a telepath, he probably also is more at risk with head issues no? 

Shaking his head a little as his friend inquired that he could be making that tea from himself, the metal-kine advised him not to move from that bed or he would force him back into it. He wasn’t kidding either. If he had to attach him to the bedpost, he would. Anything to keep him from making anything he would later regret. This wasn’t something he was being forced to do. Really, the man only wanted to help the Briton get back up on his feet as fast as possible. 

"Now I’ll go downstairs to prepare that cup of tea of yours. Just reach out for me if your need anything while I’m away. I’ll call for Hank to come and check on you as well."   He said before getting back up straight again and waiting for the younger man’s approval so he could leave that room.

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Mutants indeed rarely are sick. Humans get sick all the time, for any possible reason. Lack of vitamins, change of weather, change of season... Still, when you are a mutant and get sick, even though it doesn't happen often, it is pretty violent. Just like now. Being sick, for a telepath, is one thing. It's even worse when you are called Charles Xavier. If there is one thing the Englishman hates, it is not to be able to have complete control over his mutation. At least there was no Frost around to play with his brain. Or any other telepath out there that would want to hurt him, even just a little. That was one of Charles' fear: hurting someone he cares for just because he is sick and now doesn't have complete control over his brain.

Erik shook his head. Of course he wouldn't let him make his own tea. No matter what people can say about this man being a monster or whatever else mean thing it could be, they are all wrong. This man is a gem. This is why his heart is beating so fast each time he is able to see him. With hopes that this time, he is not sending any weird sensation at the German. The younger mutant sighed at the words. No, he wanted to go out and make his own tea. There is no reason for the older one to make it for him; he is a grown man. The only thing he wanted to ask was the metal-bender to be there once he would be back with his cuppa so he could actually cuddle him. Yet he knew that all of this wasn't possible. His body wasn't cooperating to move out of the bed anyway. He finally nodded, allowing him to leave the room.

« Thank you, my friend. »

He let out with a soft smile. Once his friend out of the bedroom, it didn't take long for the telepath to reach him the best he could. There was one thing he forgot to ask. "Erik? Can you add a bit of honey in it, please?" Was the last thing he asked, almost feeling picky by asking such a simple thing. Still, he placed himself comfortably under the sheets, touched by the attention of his friend.

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With Shaw being a humongous threat to them all, Erik was always mad about his sleep problems. Really, he rarely spent an entire night resting. Yet he needed to be in the best shape to confront his opponent. Both physically and mentally. But he wasn’t able to do something as simple as having a complete night of sleep every night. He too didn’t connect the dots about spending some time with Charles. Yet he knew that he always was so.. peaceful when leaving his room for his own. Except when they argued about Schmidt of course. Then his nightmares would never fail to show themselves during the night. The German really was simply sick of it. Not being able to sleep well gets on your nerves and mood, really. Still, at the moment, he was feeling at ease. He may even say that he’s really good with his friend’s hand in his own. He was mostly aware that he was probably already projecting his nice, warm feeling to the telepath, but actually didn’t care that much. He was happy because of Charles at the moment. And screw everything else. 

As they walked towards the aquariums, Erik glanced down at the shorter mutant walking by his side. He seemed to be starting to have some problems with the people watching them. At first there weren’t so many of them looking at them as they were moving, but they eventually stopped in front of the hippos, more and more people finally noticing their joined hands. Some of them even had an apparent disgusted look on their faces and the metal-kine glared at every single one of them, being rewarded with scared looks, some of them actually then looking away. Yet he didn’t have enough eyes to glare at exactly everyone that was currently staring at them. Oh and fuck it. He was happy. And if he was able to make Charles half as happy as he was at the moment with their hands joined, he would sincerely flip every human that dared to comment on the situation, may it be spoken out loud or not. Still, the taller man nodded at the question, starting to move in the same direction as the Briton and actually also hoping that there wouldn’t be so many people around there. Which was most probably the case. Not many people were fond of sharks. Seeing them as vicious creatures while they were quite fascinating in fact. Oh well, too bad for them.

As they walked though, Erik felt the younger man tense up some more, glancing at him to look at what he was looking at. Which was behind them. Gott, he shouldn’t have done that. Now he would feel even worse.. Throwing one last glare back at their stalkers, the older mutant turned around again, picking up the pace to get to the sharks faster. He wouldn’t let Charles get hurt because of him. Still, they finally found the shark section. It was, as he wished it would be, isolated from most of the rest of the aquarium. Many rooms separated the numerous kind of sharks, a new one bringing a whole new ambiance to the specie they were looking at. They, of course, entered in the first one, which was about great whites. What was amazing about it though is that the room was made as some sort of tunnel, the sharks swimming freely over and around them as they walked in. 

"Are you alright, Charles..?" he asked once they stopped, a slight concern in his gaze as he looked down at his none-date. 

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It was hard not to be afraid of judgement. It just brings back bad memories for being the freak kind and a nerd when younger. Now it was just painfull to hear people think that they were disgusting, that they should not be allowed in front of children and other things like that. How can't you react to this? As they walked, he could see Erik looking behind from time to time and the number of people watching them started to lower a little. But really, just a tiny bit. It was appreciated, of course, yet not enough.

Even with all this horrible distraction from his perfect moment, he tried not to show much. He kept walking, trying to concentrate on the soft and soothing waves he could feel in his mind as well as not destroying Erik's hand between some anxious fingers. It wouldn't be a good idea to squeeze his hand even more than what he was. He doesn't want to make him even more worried, on top of that. After a last look behind them, a short moment after the posh man himself looked behind, they walked at a faster pace controlled by the jewish man.

Once at the aquariums, they enterred one room, finding himself in front of a tunnel. With sharks swimming around like they wanted to. The lack of population reassured him, pushing away the need to exit this zoo. There was no more hate thoughts in his mind and he could finally breath a little. The world finally came back to a normal pace for him. Once they stopped, he lifted his eyes to a concerned Erik. It wasn't this obvious, but he could feel it easily.That question. He was expecting it, of course.

" Of course I am, my friend. " he let out in a smile, trying to make disappear this serious concerned face. He wanted to see him smile. He's the one hearing voices in his mind, not the German. After a thumb rubbing softly against the older mutant, he left the hand to get closer to the glass, looking at one shark swimming not too far. It took him a moment, to study the form he had and his size before he smiled.

" Great whites? " And he turned the head to glance at his friend. If he was expecting him to know the answer? Not necessarily. But there was a sign with the name on it a bit further anyway. The ambiance was amazing, all silent, with the sun piercing through the water as the only source of light. A blue-ish light. The water created some reflects on both of them. It was a peacefull place, the professor feeling now way more at ease. And as he looked at the man near him, he could hear his heart beat in his chest, thinking about how beautiful this man can be, even with such a weird water reflects on him. He had to admit that he would hate any stranger coming in to break their moment. That for a short moment he could accept the fact that, yes, this man does attract him and it probably wasn't just a physical thing and that he was eager for the evening planned for them. Plus, that even with the moment from a few seconds ago, he appreciated to hold his hand. But all of this, it was in his head and he wouldn't say it out loud.

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Erik was pretty surprised to get up before his friend, which usually was the first up in the mansion. Really, the few times he actually woke up before him was after one of these particular nights in which they held on to each other, the older mutant waking up to the beautiful sight of a sleeping telepath. These moments… They were wonderful, felt amazing and actually were the only few nights in which the metal-kine would be able to rest completely without having any nightmares. No, spending these times with Charles was way too good to create nightmares in his sleep. Anyway, to get back to the main subject, yes, Erik was pretty surprised to find his friend still in bed this late morning. Of course, the reason for it appeared rather quickly when he layed eyes on the sleeping form in the bed.

As he brushed a strand of hair from the wet, burning forehead of the shorter man, he seemed to hear a soft noise coming from the latter, indicating the German that he was now awake. Already up on his feet, Erik glanced down at the poor man lying in bed. He looked like crap, really. His face was red, his eyes small and watery. Yep, he would most definitely call a day off on the kids. Still, he smiled softly at the Briton, nodding when their eyes met.

"Guten Morgen, Charles."  he tried, his voice low not to make anything worse. 

"I was about to make you some tea. Would you like something else with that?"  He added, his soft smile only barely apparent. Really, seeing his friend in such a way always was so.. sad. Yet it was at least quite rare to happen. 

Erik would be taking good care of him, that you could count on it. Maybe that he wasn’t able to put a finger on the right words he had for his feelings for Charles, but he knew how to take care of someone that’s sick. 

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Charles wasn't someone often sick and it was a good thing. If he was human, it probably simply would be annoying. As a mutant, the system starts having difficulties to deal with the mutation. Let's be honest: his telepathic mind was something hard to deal with in such a situation. Unable to trace correctly someone, to make a filter on what is heard or not or even on what he himself send to others. Plus, it makes him unable to have a normal day: cook for the kids and train them, read, hang out with Erik, search for mutants... No. Instead, he was there, in his bed, surrounded by thoughts coming from people in the mansion. In that kind of moment, he really does miss nights being in the arms of the German.

Laying in the bed, he wasn't even moving until he felt a soft hand on his burning forehead. Erik. His heart, already beating quicker than usual, started to beat faster as he finally turned around to look at this perfect mutant. At least he could blame the sensation of short breath on his health, same goes for the foggy mind.Smiling at him, just a little, he took the sheets and pulled them over his shoulders. No matter how wet his forehead is, he felt cold. A soft "Morning, my friend." escaped his lips in answer to the words. If it made the englishman happy to know that the metal-kine came up to check on him? Yes. A hell lot. Even his mother wasn't able to do such a thing. Always had to send over a maid or someone else. Raven, on the other side, helped him years later since she was too young to do such a thing before that. So having Erik, the man he loves, coming to see if he was fine, being worried... It felt great. Not that he was happy to make him worried, but it was a nice sensation to feel loved. By someone outside of family.

No matter how good it felt, Charles was still a stubborn man. Which explained why he lightly frowned and shook his head the best he could in such a position. Erik wasn't a maid.

« No, I'm not hungry, but I can do it myself, Erik. I do not want to impose you such a thing. »

If he was serious? Of course. Even sick, even if his body doesn't want to move at all and even if he wasn't convincing at all, he wouldn't impose something to someone. Even less Erik. Because even if it felt good that someone actually care if he is sick, he absolutely hates to make the others do things for him. Stubborn.

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Oh I will take that challenge. And you know I do take them very seriously. Even more when it comes to you. I’ll give you everything I’ve got. 

Please do so, i cannot wait to simply experience that either. You might be able to bring me to a point where no one’s ever taken me before. Which is a panting mess. Be proud if you are capable of it. 

[couldyoubemyerik]

Oh will you? Then I am waiting to see this. To feel this. I can't wait, my dear friend, to see everything you got. And what is that? Even more when it's about me? Is it, now, my Darling?

I will make myself sure to reach this lovely perfect point of yours, where you can't control a single inch of your body. Where my mutation won't even be the cause of this. And be sure I will be proud of it.

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Well well, I did not know about all of those so called games yet. Are there any other such as this one? Because you’re poking on my curiosity. I’d love to find all of the possible ways to pleasure you, Mausi. And please do so, so we can actually have a challenge. Who will be able to find the most sensitive spots on the other? I really am curious about the outcome. You may not think of yourself as perfection, yet you are to me. Deal with it.

Then it shouldn’t be a problem if you get aroused only by being with me and the other way around. How come we’re not in the bedroom more often? I’ll have to admit that i often hold back not to scare the kids by taking you in the study or in the garden. Yet it would make things a lot more interesting if we took it to some other room sometimes. I’ll satisfy you as much as you want just to hear you speak dirty to me. I simply adore it. 

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Well, "games" is only one way to call our intimate life, my friend. You are probably well aware of them. Just like a quick moment in my studies or having fun in the kitchen, trying not to react out loud at your perfect lips. As much as I may be afraid that we get caught, you know that I simply adore these "games". Finding each sensitive spots is just another part of this game, my little shark~. And if I have to deal with this, then you will have to deal with being a perfection to my eyes~.

Because we have other things to do, probably. Training takes a lot of time, but I'll make myself sure that we will have some alone time so you can ... Fuck me wherever you want? So I could feel you all in me without being afraid that one dirty words will slip out of my mouth and get to one of the kids' ear?

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Yes, yes you are. And then don’t use them on me. I can’t wait to see what’s in there for me anyway. What is it about? Do I get any hints? My gene isn’t that exquisite, really, although it can really help if we’re out of ideas in the bedroom. Yours though is truly mesmerizing. Like your eyes. Or your complete self, really. Guide me as you feel it, don’t rush anything. Let it all go smoothly. And if you wish not to be too precise, then only give me hints. I shall find them all anyway. 

How about the chance that I have for you, a proper posh Englishman to fall in love with a barbaric pessimistic murderer like me?

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You will see it soon, Love. Soon enough, I promise. We only need some alone time and I'll let your hear what's hidden deep down in my heart. All about you. Us. Your gene is exquisite, Erik. Every single one is. But I must say I do love your German gene once in bed. It makes things, shall I say, really interesting. Then we'll go slowly. We have plenty of time for this, anyway, isn't it? Plenty of time to play around.

This, my dear, have nothing to do with this. And everything as well. When I look at you, I feel it; that we are made for each other. Even though we're so different. You're not as barbaric as you can think. I'm still alive, from what I know~.

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Alive, at last!

Hi there chaps!

No, I am not dead yet! Just a quick post to tell you all, dear followers, that I'm busy with school for the moment. But it should be better once I get used to it (aka; deal with my homeworks and my social life). So I shall answer these rps soon enough (read here: this week-end) !

Once more, thank you for still being there. I love you all!

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How long had it been since Erik had first wanted to kiss those amazingly red lips? Probably since they met in the ocean, although something had stopped him. He had actually been afraid to get rejected by such a beauty. So he had come to know him better, he had taken the time to become friends with him. Yet the need to kiss him had never faded away. It had even grew all the more stronger lately. Charles, looking like he wasn’t going to reject him, seemed to actually want this just as much as the German did. 

Allowing the telepath to cling to him, he could only smile softly at the sight of those adorable flushed cheeks, charmed by his friend. Really, he was a hell lot more than a beauty in his life now. Gott, if only he knew how much he meant to the metal-kine. 

"Good"  was the only thing he answered as he gently squeezed the hands he was holding in his own, his heart not failing to miss a couple of beats upon looking at the shorter man sitting down under him.

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At first, the professor must admit that he wasn't fully attracted by Erik. Not because he's not beautiful. Far from that. But he first thought it was a mental attraction. Nothing physical. The curiosity of a destroyed mind and past. But it just grew bigger and bigger, making the telepath dream about the taller mutant. And what at first were simple dreams became something more... sexual. And what was sexual became emotionnal. It transformed need in love. How was that possible to resist such a man, anyway? He was perfect. Both mentally and physically. This being even if the German doesn't think so of himself. Charles knows it. In this broken mind was something way better: feelings, tenderness, caring and more.

Placed under Erik, on his chair, he glanced at the metlakine, unable to look somewhere else even if his cheeks were burning. Unable to stop holding him and calm his heart. « I always will. » He added to his previous answer, voice soft and almost warm from the love he has for him. It's only after this reply that he gave him another light, short, tender kiss.

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Hdfjlsfjlfss.fsmsfjlcsljcljdakhadljdljaa oh thank you for filling the request it is amazing so far jskhsfgdj <333333

You're adorable <3 ! I'm so glad that you like it ! Thank you for the request. You gave me an occasion to do this earlier than expected ;D !

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On that particular morning, Erik sensed something that was different; that something was wrong although he didn’t quite know yet what it was as he woke up. Destabilized, he got up and went for clothes on his shelf, then heading out with the same weird feeling. It’s as if he didn’t feel alright, as if he was sort of sick. Yet it wasn’t feeling like his usual sickness. It’s as if it didn’t come directly from him. Still, he continued his way to the kitchen to find it empty. Confused, the German looked around a little bit, surprised to see that Charles wasn’t preparing breakfast yet. Wait. He hadn’t even wished him good morning, which he always did when sensing the metal-kine awaken. 

Worried, the tall man made his way to the telepath’s study in a fast pace, also to find it abandoned. Same went for the library. Really, where could he be…?  So it was in a last attempt that he went back up the stairs to check on the younger mutant’s bedroom, noticing a large bump in the bed sheets. Actually sighing out of relief, Erik slowly came up to his friend’s side, dropping on one knee, knowing what was going on the second he layed eyes on him. Poor thing was sick. 

Brushing a damp stride of hair from the Briton’s forehead, he glanced at him for a moment, thinking.  ”I’ll make you some tea. "  he mostly thought to himself as he got back up on his feet. He’d call it a day off for the kids and take care of Charles. 

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Charles was the early morning kind. It's pretty rare he was in his bed passed 8 AM. He always was the first one awake in the mansion, reading a little, preparing things for the kid's training, cooking breakfast. Even searching for mutants. Because, yes, he was starting this in the morning. They needed to find some. Maybe, with luck, he could find Azazel's mind. Or Riptide. Which could lead them to Shaw. He couldn't wait for this war to be over. In the end, the few moments he ever stayed in the bed later than that was when he was able to share a bed with the German. It happened, a few times, when they both needed each other. Unable to clearly say anything, Erik probably unable to put the right words on it and Charles not wanting to be honest. They just let it happen, nothing really bad. A few kisses, holding each other tighlty. The most beautiful rest he ever had.

As he was in his bed, kind of sleeping, he could feel the minds wander around in the mansion. The kids, Erik. He wasn't sure if it was the fever to be blame, but he did felt a kind of small panic. Worries, coming from the last one. Still, he didn't woke up, laying there and not moving. His body wanted to rest and was forcing him to do so. It's only later that he felt the mind get near his bedroom. At the same moment, the door opened, hearing the light footsteps getting closer. Still, his body didn't let him go out of the light sleep he was having. Not now, not yet. It's only when he felt a hand touching his hair to move a part of it away from his forehead that he reacted a little. Nothing much, just moving a little to lean in a bit against the hand. And a noise. A noise loud enough to let Erik know that he was now conscious of his presence, somewhat unclear at the same time. The sound of someone being awaken by another person while being sick, period. It's only then he moved even more so he could get his back almost against the mattress, eyelids half-open so he would be able to see the perfect mutant next to him.

His head was a real mess. It was like a maze stuck in the fog or something. Yes, he was able to feel the mind around, but wasn't able to tell exactly where they were except Erik. He usually would, but now it seemed simply difficult to concentrate on only one. Now that he was awake, it was even less clear than what he felt earlier. And, yes, he hates it.

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Oh, congratulations on your 50 followers! I love your blog I hope it keeps up being so amazing! I wanted to request a particular scene? Charles being sick and Erik taking care of him, pretty please?

Why, thank you <3 ! I'll do everything I can to keep it this way ;D !

I started the scene here: http://couldyoubemyerik.tumblr.com/post/60410893211/request-sick-and-tired

Enjoy, and once more: Thank you <3 !

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Request: Sick and tired.

11h30. Yes, it was this late and the telepath still wasn't awake. No, he haven't woke up to get ready for training. Or prepare the breakfast like he usually would. No, Erik didn't received a "Want some coffee?" like the young professor would ask him when the German enter the kitchen. Yes, Charles did heard his alarm. But he just stopped it, somehow pissed at the annoying sound it made. The Englishman just happened to be sick. Stuffy nose, headache, a bit nauseous, tired. That's exactly how he felt for the whole night, but didn't bother anyone with it. He just layed there, in his bed, and waited for the sandman to come and throw him in the dreamland. Sadly, the only thing he have been able to have was a dreamless night without a complete rest.

So this is where you can find him. In his light blue pajama with white stripes, in his bed with the sheets almost all over him. Feeling cold (blame the fever thank you), stuck in some kind of uncomfortable sleep, hot breath coming out of his mouth. The main problem when a mutant is sick probably is that he can't have a full control of his mutation. And Charles Xavier was no exception to this. As a telepath, he probably even sent some weird sensations and images to the nearest bedrooms. That probably was the results for not sleeping enough to try to find others mutants by another way than Cerebro since it now was destroyed.

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Gott, Charles LIeben, how can your eyes be this beautiful?  Don’t even get me started on those lips of yours as well. 

[couldyoubemyerik]

Hell, my Love, like I know. But, thank you, my friend. There would be so many things to say about you as well.

[couldyoubemyerik]

Ban sale/distribution of the shark fins and products containing shark fins.

Shark finning is very gruesome thing. If you will see it you will be deeply disturbed and sad. Sharks, big and small are dragged on board a fishing...

Yes, I know, it's horrible. Sorry if you fall on this while you're eating. But here is the link. Sign it. Save all the little Erik, please! This petition doesn't have enough signatures for the horrible situation. Which is why I'll share this link with you, dear followers, so you can be aware of it and sign it if you want to. Share it as well. Spread the word.

Think about the poor sharks. Too many are dying. It makes me angry to see what humans may be doing to them.

I'm not usually the kind to send thousands of petitions to people and ask them to sign. But this one... Yeah. I don't think I need explanations on that one.

Thank you. <3

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Here comes the 50 followers, chaps! Thanks to all of you to still be there. I know I've been less active than usual lately. ( Sorry for that, by the way! )

But guess what? Combo! 50 followers, 100 posts on this blog. So let's celebrate!

How?

1. My ask box feels lonely~.

Feel free to come and ask me anything. It may be about me. Erik and I. Or Erik himself. Maybe I'll let you know one or two dirty secrets about him, who knows ;) !

2. Requests!

Yes, Erik and I decided to start some requests. Just send me something you would like us to do! AU, one shot, a particular scene between the two characters, anything! And we will make everything we can to satisfy your ChErik addiction with it~. It's also the same if there's anything in particular you would like to see on that blog!

Go ahead, be creative, I'm curious!

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Well well quite the sweet talker now~? Although your bad science pick up lines are cute, I’m relieved to know that it will actually be better than this. Oh you will guide me and I’ll make the magic happen. For I have the rest of our mutant lives to find them all.

So am I then. How lucky am I to have a man like you by my side? 

[couldyoubemyerik]

Am I~? I know that my bad pick up lines may work on some people. But I wouldn't dare to use them on you. There is indeed something way better waiting for you. Something with more emotions than just a random fact about how beautiful are your eyes or that I am lucky to find someone with such an exquisite gene like yours. How do you want me to guide you? I'll see if I want to when the moment comes. After all, it wouldn't be fun to guide you too precisely so you can find them.

And how about the chance I have to be with you? That you actually like me?

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Please have so. It’ll be some sort of challenge for me. You may as well judge everything based on your expectations.

Sure, I’m all yours on the next morning. You may do as you please with my body, Liebe. Make me pant as you wish.

[couldyoubemyerik]

Then I will. It's a challenge. Satisfy me, my friend. I want you to give me everything you can.

Interesting. I sure will find a way to please you. May it be for the rest of the night, even. There is no way I am leaving without being able to hear this short breath.