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theirlithium2012-03-10 06:41 am
butwedonot) wrote in theirlithium2012-03-10 06:41 am
Helix;
[ Continued from here.]
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[ Erik eases into the touch almost perfectly, leaning back against Charles and the warm the man exuded, the comfort he was willing to accept and allow to become a part of him. ]
She's going to harass me again, Charles. [ It's an observation, one he's not quite sure of to begin with, despite speaking with a certain shred of confidence. Perhaps Erik is rather brash with the comment, but he's learned enough from Charles, from watching his body language to the words and the softest movement that speaks of considerable affection. Part of him wants to believe Charles, just like a greater part of him wants to believe that the man is right when it comes to mutant prosperity, and the lesser half that says Shaw has always been right is fading away. Not that he can quite deny that portion of himself, it's inevitable despite what calm Charles speaks with. ] Don't tell me she'll sleep through the night.
[ But the bed is warm and as Erik turns to follow Charles' figure, not as effeminate and most would call him; Erik knew Charles was anything but. Certainly not only a tender lover, as their sexual indulgences had ranged across a broad enough spectrum that Erik could possibly suggest they were versatile in their approaches. There's more going for them than just that initial attraction, both physical and mental; not that Erik would deliberately concede to it - he knew Charles understood that much - and despite his love of the emotional connection, the confession on that was left unspoken as he pushed himself up on his haunches.
Shrugging off his polo, Erik tossed it carelessly over the desk. He had never been particularly shy about stripping, at least in front of Charles, whom he knew at least appreciated the sight. Slacks followed soon thereafter, leaving him in simply boxers; not that Erik cared, preferring to sleep light as possible since his childhood. He never grew fully accustomed to wearing pajamas, and since Charles didn't seem to mind, it didn't dawn on him to change his habits. ]
Like you'd sleep without me. [ He speaks teasingly, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and tugging his side of the sheets down before settling in against Charles. ]
Perhaps she will, perhaps she wont, I don't think there's any way to find out other than you joining me in bed as you should be doing. [ There's a bit of a laugh form him because he's only teasing and can understand Erik's apprehension. He doesn't mind it, doesn't take it as an affront or a dismissal of what he says because it's just in Erik's nature to think the way he does as the same could be said for Charles himself. ] If she wakes you up I'll do something about it, alright?
[ His voice softens at the end, his attention obviously drawn to each bit of exposed flesh Erik offered him. He, too, found no reason Erik should be shy-- all things included the man was handsome, disarmingly so, and quite something he found himself wanting to touch more often than not. Sometimes unwittingly distracted by a flash of flesh here or there-- be it during training or just the man grasping something from a high shelf when Charles was feeling less than inclined to locate his often-borrowed footstool. Just a bit of tan skin a easy reminder of the times he had ran his finger over that spot just above his waist band, traced the muscles and the dip of his hips and found himself in near delight. There was very little shyness in Charles' brand of sexuality-- once Erik knew that Charles fancied him he found no more reason to be embarrassed. He was an adult, as was Erik, and they were entitled to take pleasure in each other if they felt so inclined. ]
I would try. [ He teases back, turning once Erik as settled to land a light kiss to his shoulder. ]
She's going to harass me again, Charles. [ It's an observation, one he's not quite sure of to begin with, despite speaking with a certain shred of confidence. Perhaps Erik is rather brash with the comment, but he's learned enough from Charles, from watching his body language to the words and the softest movement that speaks of considerable affection. Part of him wants to believe Charles, just like a greater part of him wants to believe that the man is right when it comes to mutant prosperity, and the lesser half that says Shaw has always been right is fading away. Not that he can quite deny that portion of himself, it's inevitable despite what calm Charles speaks with. ] Don't tell me she'll sleep through the night.
[ But the bed is warm and as Erik turns to follow Charles' figure, not as effeminate and most would call him; Erik knew Charles was anything but. Certainly not only a tender lover, as their sexual indulgences had ranged across a broad enough spectrum that Erik could possibly suggest they were versatile in their approaches. There's more going for them than just that initial attraction, both physical and mental; not that Erik would deliberately concede to it - he knew Charles understood that much - and despite his love of the emotional connection, the confession on that was left unspoken as he pushed himself up on his haunches.
Shrugging off his polo, Erik tossed it carelessly over the desk. He had never been particularly shy about stripping, at least in front of Charles, whom he knew at least appreciated the sight. Slacks followed soon thereafter, leaving him in simply boxers; not that Erik cared, preferring to sleep light as possible since his childhood. He never grew fully accustomed to wearing pajamas, and since Charles didn't seem to mind, it didn't dawn on him to change his habits. ]
Like you'd sleep without me. [ He speaks teasingly, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and tugging his side of the sheets down before settling in against Charles. ]
Perhaps she will, perhaps she wont, I don't think there's any way to find out other than you joining me in bed as you should be doing. [ There's a bit of a laugh form him because he's only teasing and can understand Erik's apprehension. He doesn't mind it, doesn't take it as an affront or a dismissal of what he says because it's just in Erik's nature to think the way he does as the same could be said for Charles himself. ] If she wakes you up I'll do something about it, alright?
[ His voice softens at the end, his attention obviously drawn to each bit of exposed flesh Erik offered him. He, too, found no reason Erik should be shy-- all things included the man was handsome, disarmingly so, and quite something he found himself wanting to touch more often than not. Sometimes unwittingly distracted by a flash of flesh here or there-- be it during training or just the man grasping something from a high shelf when Charles was feeling less than inclined to locate his often-borrowed footstool. Just a bit of tan skin a easy reminder of the times he had ran his finger over that spot just above his waist band, traced the muscles and the dip of his hips and found himself in near delight. There was very little shyness in Charles' brand of sexuality-- once Erik knew that Charles fancied him he found no more reason to be embarrassed. He was an adult, as was Erik, and they were entitled to take pleasure in each other if they felt so inclined. ]
I would try. [ He teases back, turning once Erik as settled to land a light kiss to his shoulder. ]