[ the pulling slides his lips off of Charles's hand and he moves them to his mouth. for a moment it's just the press, the contact, and Charles holding him there -- then he opens his mouth along with Charles's under his and breathes the kiss in. ]
*lets Erik sink into it, not pushing (yet, there's that feeling, yet), but also not letting go of Erik's hand as he tenses in stillness, that fit of caution that can come of waiting far too long*
*doesn't let up and -- like some switch has been flipped, some decision made -- kisses him in earnest, mind still controlled but his want nevertheless laid bare*
[ goes, untangling their hands to hold Charles's face, fingers incapable of being gentle as they tip his chin, stroke hard down his jaw to open him up for Erik's tongue -- this with a brief impression of inevitability and willknowhowhetastes ]
*might have bitten him if he'd tried to be gentle, so that's probably for the best. makes a soft hungry sound as that thought flashes through Erik's mind, his now free hand grasping blindly for a solid hold, sliding its way around Erik's back. lets his mouth be opened wider, bending easily as Erik pushes.*
[ the kiss slows somewhat as he strokes his tongue along Charles's, though it's no less needful. just Charles's mouth slotting inexorably into memory. there are many ways he wants to touch him, but right now can't seem to remove the hand from the curve of his face, holding Charles where he wants him. ]
*and he leans his face into that hand -- not fighting it, just pressing for more contact. his eyes squeeze even more tightly shut as he is nearly overwhelmed by watching this (himself) becoming part of Erik's mind, not as something that Charles is forcing by his will but just Erik, Erik memorising him, Erik taking him and putting him there. the hand at the back of Erik's neck slips up into his hair, fingers grabbing for purchase, something to ground him.*
[ he is conscious of the ache of having to lean to kiss Charles, the angle not ideal, pulling at his lower back, just as he's (always) conscious of the metal in Charles's, the shape of the chair underneath them. he's glad for all of it at the moment, his own grounding force when this could feel like everything he wants. ]
*it would be so easy to make it everything he wants, so easy to make him forget everything else. not for the first time, Charles draws all of his rules and promises around him like barbed wire, uses them to strangle temptation, grind it to dust, as he kisses Erik more fiercely, the violence of desire forced into the physical, the safe*
[ the physical is anything but safe with Erik, and there's no one he's more aware of that with than Charles. but as much as it's been pointed out lately that he desires safety, it's not how he lives, and it's certainly not what he is. he gives his own violence, and it's so intertwined with everything that he is that it's impossible for it not to trace down Charles's spine, awareness that could so easily become felt, so easily hurt. ]
Are you.
[ but this is distracted -- he's looking at Charles's hands ]
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*doesn't let up and -- like some switch has been flipped, some decision made -- kisses him in earnest, mind still controlled but his want nevertheless laid bare*
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I could stop you, the instant that the impulse appeared in your mind I could stop you how far would I let you go
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Charles.
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