Stage (1/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 13:52:35 UTC
A man entered the conference room. He was wearing a waistcoat that looked made for him. It probably was made for him. Charles noted the slender taper of his torso, the twist of his hips. He blinked slowly.
"You," said the man, glancing around the room before pointing at Charles. "Six coffees. Room 212. There's a Starbucks around the corner."
Charles thought about how many corners there around the place, and sighed silently. "Sure," he said, and got up. Hell, he was being paid for this.
The orientation started while he was on the way to the door. "Erik Lehnsherr," he caught as he closed the door behind him. "I am not here to pamper you..."
What kind of coffee? He found himself turning out his pockets at the Starbucks, trying to think of what he was supposed to get from 'six coffees'. He felt like he was in Devil Wears Prada. Without the gorgeous shoes and free clothing. He laughed at himself and ordered espressos. He thought espressos were a safe bet
( ... )
Stage (2/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 13:54:53 UTC
This was how it would go: Charles would get to the conference room, read a book while everyone else got there. Lehnsherr would sweep by, imperious, and hand them the day's assignment. Charles would do his team's work while the other two necked at each other. Charles, at various point in the day, would go out on coffee runs
( ... )
Stage (3/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 13:57:28 UTC
He was still waiting when Lehnsherr craned his head to see the Post-It. Then he stopped moving.
Charles waited for a moment and coughed politely.
"Smart, are you?" Lehnsherr said.
"I'm going to, um, major in this," Charles said. "I hope. Um."
"I should have asked you, then. See if I ask interns to do my research for me again." Lehnsherr looked amused. It made him look different: sharp and kind of sexy. "Well. Here's your money."
Charles took it, blushing a little. "Thanks."
He was about to leave when he heard, wait.He turned around
( ... )
Stage (4/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 13:58:14 UTC
"I should have gotten you a cup of coffee too, then," Charles said, and reached around him-
"Ah, no," said Lehnsherr. "Sit on the desk, do it from the front."
Charles' cheeks scalded, and he knew he'd gone a bright, visible red. "Look, hey, I don't-"
"Do it," Lehnsherr said, snatching the condom from Charles' limp hands and ripping off the packet. Rolling it over his erect cock. "You'll like it."
Charles' hands were clenching again, this time in doubt, but Lehnsherr was unzipping his trousers and suddenly Charles ached, he wanted, and the whisper passed through- what difference does it make, he wants a show, give him a show- and he turned around to clear away the desk before sitting on it. He heard Lehnsherr moan softly, and had to repress the violent, pleasant shiver that ran through him. He was making Lehnsherr sound like that, and he hadn't even touched him. It felt nice
( ... )
Stage (5/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 13:59:21 UTC
"Stop teasing," Lehnsherr said, catching Charles' hips and grinding him down- not enough to sheath himself, just enough to widen the entrance, push Charles out around the tip of his cock. Charles thought it was him making that small ragged, and realized it had been Lehnsherr, Lehnsherr screwing up his eyes and gritting those white, even teeth. Lehnsherr whispering, god, you're tight, Charles answering with a thrust of his own, pushing down recklessly-
And oh gods, it hurt, it did, but with it came a flare of blinding pleasure, of ecstasy, of he's in me his cock is in me it feels so big. He was throwing his head back and pumping his hips in slow, small circles, and it hurt, but he couldn't get enough of the pain. He couldn't get enough of the pain because just as abruptly it was pleasure, the ache in his ass not easing up but becoming part of the awareness of yes, yes... yes.
Lehnsherr was clapping a hand over his own mouth, and Charles leaned forward, tilting his head back- and oh, he hadn't expected Lehnsherr to bite, bite and
( ... )
Re: Stage (6/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 14:19:42 UTC
This is smoking hot pr0n, my friend.
However, this fill is likely to get deleted because of the lack of warning for Underage. You might want to speak to the mods and repost with the proper warnings in order to preserve the presence of this lovely bit of smut on the interwebs.
Re: Stage (6/6)
anonymous
September 22 2011, 16:37:04 UTC
At any rate- he hooked his knees up...
THIS IMAGE, OMFG.
"Let's see if you like-" Lehnsherr was murmuring, stunningly controlled, and then he pressed a hand against Charles stomach, pushing him back at the same time he pressed in from the other side and oh god, he could feel Lehnsherr's dick in him-
Re: Stage (6/6)
anonymous
September 24 2011, 04:41:13 UTC
so hot! but i can't help thinking it was deliberate 'punishment' on eric's part for charles daring to ask him for coffee money =x am i thinking too much? haha
A man entered the conference room. He was wearing a waistcoat that looked made for him. It probably was made for him. Charles noted the slender taper of his torso, the twist of his hips. He blinked slowly.
"You," said the man, glancing around the room before pointing at Charles. "Six coffees. Room 212. There's a Starbucks around the corner."
Charles thought about how many corners there around the place, and sighed silently. "Sure," he said, and got up. Hell, he was being paid for this.
The orientation started while he was on the way to the door. "Erik Lehnsherr," he caught as he closed the door behind him. "I am not here to pamper you..."
What kind of coffee? He found himself turning out his pockets at the Starbucks, trying to think of what he was supposed to get from 'six coffees'. He felt like he was in Devil Wears Prada. Without the gorgeous shoes and free clothing. He laughed at himself and ordered espressos. He thought espressos were a safe bet ( ... )
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He was still waiting when Lehnsherr craned his head to see the Post-It. Then he stopped moving.
Charles waited for a moment and coughed politely.
"Smart, are you?" Lehnsherr said.
"I'm going to, um, major in this," Charles said. "I hope. Um."
"I should have asked you, then. See if I ask interns to do my research for me again." Lehnsherr looked amused. It made him look different: sharp and kind of sexy. "Well. Here's your money."
Charles took it, blushing a little. "Thanks."
He was about to leave when he heard, wait.He turned around ( ... )
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"Ah, no," said Lehnsherr. "Sit on the desk, do it from the front."
Charles' cheeks scalded, and he knew he'd gone a bright, visible red. "Look, hey, I don't-"
"Do it," Lehnsherr said, snatching the condom from Charles' limp hands and ripping off the packet. Rolling it over his erect cock. "You'll like it."
Charles' hands were clenching again, this time in doubt, but Lehnsherr was unzipping his trousers and suddenly Charles ached, he wanted, and the whisper passed through- what difference does it make, he wants a show, give him a show- and he turned around to clear away the desk before sitting on it. He heard Lehnsherr moan softly, and had to repress the violent, pleasant shiver that ran through him. He was making Lehnsherr sound like that, and he hadn't even touched him. It felt nice ( ... )
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"Stop teasing," Lehnsherr said, catching Charles' hips and grinding him down- not enough to sheath himself, just enough to widen the entrance, push Charles out around the tip of his cock. Charles thought it was him making that small ragged, and realized it had been Lehnsherr, Lehnsherr screwing up his eyes and gritting those white, even teeth. Lehnsherr whispering, god, you're tight, Charles answering with a thrust of his own, pushing down recklessly-
And oh gods, it hurt, it did, but with it came a flare of blinding pleasure, of ecstasy, of he's in me his cock is in me it feels so big. He was throwing his head back and pumping his hips in slow, small circles, and it hurt, but he couldn't get enough of the pain. He couldn't get enough of the pain because just as abruptly it was pleasure, the ache in his ass not easing up but becoming part of the awareness of yes, yes... yes.
Lehnsherr was clapping a hand over his own mouth, and Charles leaned forward, tilting his head back- and oh, he hadn't expected Lehnsherr to bite, bite and ( ... )
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(sweats)
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Erik is freaky awesome, just sitting ther expecting Charles to give hime a very good time. Those boys...
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THIS IMAGE, OMFG.
"Let's see if you like-" Lehnsherr was murmuring, stunningly controlled, and then he pressed a hand against Charles stomach, pushing him back at the same time he pressed in from the other side and oh god, he could feel Lehnsherr's dick in him-
UNFFFFFFF. ERIK, YOU'RE AN EVIL MAN.
THANKS A LOT FOR MAKING ME RUN TO MY BUNK, ANON.
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This is exactly what I wanted. THANK YOU, dear author, for this amazing fill! I absolutely loved it :D
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chriiiiiist that was intensely sexy and i hate you for what you are doing to my lower parts
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am i thinking too much? haha
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But that bit at the end D: I want a sequel where Erik and Charles just cuddle or something because they are in luurve. *hides*
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