Beneath Me
“Turn over.” Erik whispers, laying a hand on Charles's hip. Charles obliges, settling himself on his stomach. “Here.” Erik pushes a pillow under Charles's hips, positioning him more comfortably. Charles opens his mouth in surprise and then shuts it again.
Erik opens the oil, pouring some over his fingers. Charles lies there, waiting as Erik's slick finger probes him cautiously, taking his time. It's embarrassing how much care the stablehand is taking with his body. Charles has never been this gentle with him. He's glad his face is hidden in the dark. It's red with shame and annoyance and lust.
“I'm not made of glass.” He mutters petulantly.
Erik moves his finger and Charles gasps.
“I know that well enough.” Erik moves his finger again and Charles moans in a very undignified manner. His father would definitely disapprove. He wants more though, more, even now.
It doesn't take long for Erik to press two fingers inside, making Charles writhe beneath him.
“You're tight.” Erik murmurs, scissoring his fingers slightly.
“Too tight?” Charles asks, trying not to sound anxious.
“Perfect. Just the way you are.” Erik leans down to press his lips to the curve of Charles's ass. “With a little work, you will be the best fuck I've ever had.”
“Oh?” Charles tries not to think about how many that could possibly be. He doesn’t want to be the high born piece of ass Erik manages to get his cock into, doesn't want to wind up in a tale told in a tavern over drinks. But he does want Erik, and that's what keeps him there in the bed, waiting.
“Relax.” Erik strokes him once, teasing his prostate, before withdrawing his fingers.
The first press of his cock to Charles's hole makes Charles inhale softly. “You...” He cuts himself off.
“What?”
“You feel bigger than you look.” Charles cringes. Erik looks large enough to begin with, no need to flatter the man unnecessarily.
Erik just chuckles. “Relax.” His hand squeezes Charles's hip, almost affectionately. And while Charles is pondering that, Erik pushes inside.
“Oh, god.” Charles grabs the headboard without thinking.
“There.” Erik nudges further, gripping him by the hips.
Charles feels like he's being split in two, in a glorious way. He has done this before, but as he told Erik, it had been a while, and...well, the man at the time had not been the best lover. Charles had been infatuated, and it hadn't mattered at the time. But now, feeling the way Erik is moving inside him, filling him more and more with each perfect thrust...Charles knows his former lover was as inept as they come.
Erik's urging him up on his knees, and Charles just goes with it. He's still holding on to the headboard as Erik fucks him.
For some reason, Charles starts giggling.
Erik stills inexplicably. “Something's amusing you.”
“Nothing.” Charles tries to stop, but he can't.
“Tell me.” Erik's thumb strokes his hip and Charles gives in.
“I was thinking...of my father's face if he found us like this.”
Erik's silent for a moment, and then he snorts with laughter, before leaning in, pressing further into Charles, even as he kisses him on the neck. Charles angles his head so their lips can meet, awkwardly as Erik fucks him steadily.
“You feel so good.” Erik kisses the words along Charles's lips.
“Your cock is....astounding.” Charles says the words without even thinking about it.
Erik's soft laughter brushes the tip of his ear. “You...Charles...you.”
“Say it again.” Charles arches back against him. “Say my name.”
“Charles.” Erik moans his name into his hair.
Charles is up on all fours, rutting back against Erik like a dog in heat. He doesn't care. There is heat between them, Erik makes him desperate for this, and he doesn't care. He doesn't care so much, it's bewildering. He just wants this. Here. Now. He doesn't want to think about what his father was talking about earlier. He wants Erik. And Erik wants him. It's enough, it's more than enough for now.
Erik reaches around to take Charles in hand, stroking him roughly as his own orgasm overtakes him. He spills into Charles with a half-smothered moan, his breath hot on the back of Charles's neck. Charles's head sinks between his shoulders as his cock is worked to completion by Erik's nimble fingers.
At last they collapse on the bed in a heap. Erik's still inside Charles, softening slowly. His hand strokes Charles's hip lazily, as though he's unconscious of the action. Charles is sweaty and sore and exhilarated, his mind humming with pleasure.
Erik pulls out of him slowly, his hand still on Charles's hip.
“I should,”
Charles's hand is on his mouth before he can finish his sentence. “Stay.”
“Are you sure?” Erik murmurs.
Charles rolls over to straddle Erik, leaning down to kiss the surprised man. “Stay.”
Erik stays.