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"Charles?" Erik called out, peeking his head into the door of the telepaths study, his brows knit together in a curious but almost displeased expression.
The brunettes head shot up at the sound of his name being called, his gaze being greeted by a warm and familiar face. "Erik. Is something the matter?" Charles asked, straightening his back from where he had been hunched over sitting at his desk for so long, only looking over god knows what. Though he was curious, Erik rarely ever came to his office at such a late hour, he rarely came to his office at all actually, only for the occasional chess match and a few glasses of scotch. Though tonight, Charles could tell that was not the case, telepath or not.
"Yes, actually. Are you on your period?"
A beat of silence washed over the room, the question ringing through Charles' mind for a few moments before he spoke up again.
"Pardon me?"
"Your period. Are you on it?" Erik asked again, suddenly feeling very.. Awkward by asking such a thing. He had felt a slight shift in the iron levels earlier, there had been a change in Charles' blood. It had been bothering him all day, and now he was asking such a dumb question in such an awkward manner.. Part of him wanted to topple over and die.
The telepath blinked, taking a moment to look away from the now flustered man in his doorway, back to the papers in front of him before clearing his throat yet again. "Um— Y-yes. I am." He stuttered out, his face flushing a bit. He certainly hadn't expected Erik of all people to be aware of such a thing, he hoped it wasn't something to do with the other man's mutation. He wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment.
"Are you cramping?"
"What?"
"Cramping."
"I-I mean yeah.. Kind of" Charles muttered, Erik was just full of questions tonight, surprises too.
"You know orgasms can help with those." The metal bender said, a little too quickly than intended. Erik's face flushed red as he cleared his throat, awkwardly looking away. Charles was in a state of shock for a good few moments, those pretty ocean blue eyes wide and unblinking until Erik cleared his throat, snapping him out of the trance-like state. Did he really just say that? No— Was he really implying what Charles thought he was? "Erik.. Are you suggesting what I think you are?" He finally asked, that velvety rich British accent breaking the silence.
"I- Yes. I am. We should have sex." Erik affirmed, nodding once. He was a bit too excited about the idea, especially given the circumstances of such a situation. Charles could only imagine the mess it'd make, doing such a thing while he was quite literally bleeding from the most intimate part of him. Though in a way that made it more romantic. "Okay— Then.. let's get on with that." Charles murmured, moving to stand from his chair. He had to take a moment to grab onto the edge of his desk, the reality of the situation hitting him, suddenly he felt a bit woozy. Though he wasn't sure if that was from the metal bender's words or the fact he was actively bleeding. Erik however, was by the telepath's side in an instance, a strong arm wrapped around his waist to support his weight.
"How about I just carry you, hm?" The taller man suggested, to which Charles simply nodded, wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders as he was hoisted up to Erik's chest, one arm supporting his back and the other under the dip of his knees. It was such an intimate and vulnerable position to be in, especially with another man, though for some reason he couldn't find himself to care much, not when it came to Erik.
Charles and Erik were in his room in an instant, the telepath being thrown a bit unceremoniously on the bed, before Erik was on top of him, caging him in with those arms he so desperately loved to feel wrapped around him. "Erik— We should get a towel.. I don't want blood all over my sheets.." Charles murmured, his face flushing. He couldn't believe they were actually doing this.
"Right.." Erik nodded, leaving the brunette alone on his bed to go get a towel or two from the bathroom.
Once he was back Charles was already half undressed, his shirt discarded somewhere along with his pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers which were actually quite pretty for men's underwear. His head was lolled back on the bed as Erik slid the towel up under his hips, providing a small, cushion-like feel. Charles grinned at the sensation, his arms moving up to wrap lazily around the base of Erik's neck. "You're so filthy.. Bringing up an idea like this." He giggled, pulling the other down for a chaste kiss before helping him out of his shirt, the white fabric falling off his shoulders and onto the ground.
"What can I say mein Schatz? You bring out the worst in me." The metal bender teased, his hands running down Charles' stomach, down to his hips to hook a finger onto the waistband of his underwear, slightly tugging as a way of asking permission. The telepath simply nodded, allowing the garment to be pulled down and discarded somewhere on the floor. Neither of them really cared where their close ended up, they were both too caught up in the moment of intimacy, the moment of vulnerability that they knew they would never share with another.
"That filthy tongue of yours— Ah. You work it so well.." Charles muttered under his breath, watching as Erik kissed and mouthed at the milky white flesh of his thighs, his hand moving to tangle in the auburn hair. Erik loved the praise that seeped from the telepath's lips so effortlessly, his words delicate but holding so much weight.
Charles relished in the feeling of Erik's lips against his skin, the feeling was so sinful yet so incredibly right. So perfect.
"Erik.. I need you. I need to feel you, please." He said finally, his voice lacking that usual confident quality it had, the words now came out breathless and desperate, a bit needy too. Erik took the hint, trailing his lips up to the brunettes while he undid his trousers, the belt buckle coming undone without him even having to use his hands.
Pants and undergarments were discarded, Erik's hands all over the telepaths body, unable to break their path of exploring the pale skin he'd come to cherish so much. The moment Charles gave him the slight nod of approval he was pushing himself inside, relishing in the warmth and heat the shorter man provided for his cock. It was almost an intoxicating feeling, one Erik would never get over, something he could never see himself going without, it was almost pathetic, really, how desperate Erik was when it came to Charles.
Erik gave the other mutant time to adjust, well— in reality, he needed to adjust too. "Are you alright, liebling..?" He asked, his face tinged with a hint of concern as he looked down at his lover, whose eyes were squeezed shut, nails digging into Erik's back. Charles took a moment to catch his breath from the sudden intrusion, but he nodded, his eyes glazed over as he looked up at the taller man, pulling him closer for a sweet kiss. Of course it was sweet, everything about the brunette was sweet, from the way he carried himself to the way he spoke, to the way his skin tasted under Erik's tongue. He adored the way his skin tasted.
Carefully, Erik began to move his hips, slowly rocking in and out of the man under him, who was already such a beautiful mess. Especially with the way he clung to the taller mutant, as if he was his only sense of security in the world, and in a way he was. But they would leave that conversation for another time, right now he focused on making sure his lover was taken care of.
"Erik— Hnngh. I need more." Charles said, his voice desperate as he practically begged the other man to go faster, harder, even. He couldn't deny he had always liked it rough, especially when that silly metal bender was included in the mix. ''
The last ounce of his self control was snapped, his hips moving at a more desperate pace than before, moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Hopefully they didn't wake anybody up from this, lord knows they'd never heard the end of it, but right now they were too focused on each other to care about the vocality. Erik's hands gripped at his hips and thighs, surely tight enough to leave bruises, he always left bruises in the most intimate places, his fingerprints marking the skin of the beloved telepath, purple and red staining the usual milky white flesh. It was a gorgeous combination in the mutant's eyes, bruises looked so good on him, especially when they were left by Erik.
Soon they were both a mess, moaning into each others mouths, Charles' hands gripping at the taller man's upper arms and shoulders, nails digging into the slightly tan flesh. "Erik, Erik I'm so close." Charles whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed while his legs tightened their hold on Erik's waist.
Erik groaned at that, his hips were at a brutal pace, blood was all over the towel, all over him, but he couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest. It was Charles' blood, that's what mattered. "Come for me, libeling. God- You're so perfect." He praised, burying his face into the crook of the telepath's neck, whispering praises into his ear while his lips attacked his neck. Charles found himself spilling over the edge at that, his vision going white as his back arched up in such a beautiful way, Erik's name on his tongue like a prayer. It wasn't long after until Erik was coming undone as well, his seed painting the inside of the brunette white, panting against the pale flesh of his neck.
Once they were recovered from their highs, well.. mainly Erik. He placed a gentle kiss to his neck, carefully pulling out with a small grunt, shushing the shorter man as he whined. "You did so good for me love.. So very good." He murmured, trailing kisses up to Charles' jaw, who let out a small giggle at that.
"Hey Erik?"
"Hm?"
"I love you.. Soo much."
"I love you too. So much."