counted_Stars Behind the Fade to Black [NSFW!]
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Erik looked back up at him, his breath ragged as Charles licked reddened lips, the byproduct of Erik refusing to stop kissing him. He needed this from the other man, hadn't realized this under now when they were pressed against each other, Charles in between him and the wall, dark blue eyes from arousal looking back at him.
When Charles brushed back against his mind, Erik nudged back, sending every shred of comfort he could, that they were making the right decision, that Erik needed Charles, physically, emotionally, mentally, and that whatever hesitation Charles might have felt would have been allayed by the fact that he was doing this with Erik.
At his words, comforting as they were, Erik didn't stop the heady rush of elation that came with his acceptance of their next step together. Erik kissed back, tongue pressed against the other man's in response to the gesture, mental and physical.
Bedroom sounds fine, Charles. They didn't need any interruptions this time, not when they had already had enough tries and enough hesitations and distractions, but Charles had finally accepted that Erik wanted this from him. He sent back the same reassurance along their intimate connection, the feeling of physical arousal and need, the barest hint of affection that he had for the other man, his own vulnerabilities in opening up to someone else for the first time.
Erik kissed him again, soft and slowly, taking his time to explore the man's mouth thoroughly before guiding Charles to stand on his own feet, arms firmly wrapped around him before in a languorous kiss. He might have gotten his acceptance from Charles, but Erik was going to take his time kissing the man, showing him exactly how much he wanted this.
The gentle reassurance from the older man went a long way to further calm Charles' own uncertainty. It wasn't that he didn't want Erik because he did and there was no denying this, mentally or physically and it wasn't even that Charles was a stranger to sex, he enjoyed it very much thank you.
But sex with intimacy was something quite unfamiliar to him and those butterflies fluttered softly in his stomach along with the rising heat of desire. For a moment, he clung to Erik's strength, both physical and emotional before letting himself tumble trustingly into the other man's assurance and desires.
Back on his own feet -and once again at that damn height disadvantage- Charles had to shift his arms, curling one around Erik's back beneath the other man's arm as he kept their bodies closely locked together. One lucky side effect to practically living in Erik's apartment was that Charles knew how to navigate his way from kitchen, towards Erik's bedroom without having to break away from those slow, languid kisses.
Charles tangled his other hand in the neatly trimmed hair at the back of Erik's nape, drawing his mouth down to his own as he moved towards the room, breathing a small sigh of relief as they made it through the doorway without any datapads tweeting for their attention. He'd let Erik deal with the door as Charles stepped out of his shoes ... which gave up that last half inch of height he could lay claim too and he broke off trying to maintain the connection to Erik's mouth.
Instead, he went back to his exploration of the other man's chest, finding himself fascinated by the hard planes and sculpted musculature. So different and yet so utterly compelling as Charles nibbled his way just above one dusky nipple.
Erik looked back up at him, his breath ragged as Charles licked reddened lips, the byproduct of Erik refusing to stop kissing him. He needed this from the other man, hadn't realized this under now when they were pressed against each other, Charles in between him and the wall, dark blue eyes from arousal looking back at him.
When Charles brushed back against his mind, Erik nudged back, sending every shred of comfort he could, that they were making the right decision, that Erik needed Charles, physically, emotionally, mentally, and that whatever hesitation Charles might have felt would have been allayed by the fact that he was doing this with Erik.
At his words, comforting as they were, Erik didn't stop the heady rush of elation that came with his acceptance of their next step together. Erik kissed back, tongue pressed against the other man's in response to the gesture, mental and physical.
Bedroom sounds fine, Charles. They didn't need any interruptions this time, not when they had already had enough tries and enough hesitations and distractions, but Charles had finally accepted that Erik wanted this from him. He sent back the same reassurance along their intimate connection, the feeling of physical arousal and need, the barest hint of affection that he had for the other man, his own vulnerabilities in opening up to someone else for the first time.
Erik kissed him again, soft and slowly, taking his time to explore the man's mouth thoroughly before guiding Charles to stand on his own feet, arms firmly wrapped around him before in a languorous kiss. He might have gotten his acceptance from Charles, but Erik was going to take his time kissing the man, showing him exactly how much he wanted this.
The gentle reassurance from the older man went a long way to further calm Charles' own uncertainty. It wasn't that he didn't want Erik because he did and there was no denying this, mentally or physically and it wasn't even that Charles was a stranger to sex, he enjoyed it very much thank you.
But sex with intimacy was something quite unfamiliar to him and those butterflies fluttered softly in his stomach along with the rising heat of desire. For a moment, he clung to Erik's strength, both physical and emotional before letting himself tumble trustingly into the other man's assurance and desires.
Back on his own feet -and once again at that damn height disadvantage- Charles had to shift his arms, curling one around Erik's back beneath the other man's arm as he kept their bodies closely locked together. One lucky side effect to practically living in Erik's apartment was that Charles knew how to navigate his way from kitchen, towards Erik's bedroom without having to break away from those slow, languid kisses.
Charles tangled his other hand in the neatly trimmed hair at the back of Erik's nape, drawing his mouth down to his own as he moved towards the room, breathing a small sigh of relief as they made it through the doorway without any datapads tweeting for their attention. He'd let Erik deal with the door as Charles stepped out of his shoes ... which gave up that last half inch of height he could lay claim too and he broke off trying to maintain the connection to Erik's mouth.
Instead, he went back to his exploration of the other man's chest, finding himself fascinated by the hard planes and sculpted musculature. So different and yet so utterly compelling as Charles nibbled his way just above one dusky nipple.