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“I don’t want to stop,” Charles whispered against Erik’s lips, kissing him again and again before his lips trailed over and down his jaw to his neck.
As much as Erik wanted to give in and just let Charles go, he knew it wasn’t the best idea. Even as he tilted his head back to give the man more room to work. “We really need to get up, love. We don’t have long left.”
A sound of frustration left Charles as he ground his hips against Erik’s, showing how hard he was. It wasn’t too surprising, considering they’d spent the last twenty minutes teasing each other, as though they had all the time in the world. Though they both knew they had to be up for a staff meeting. It was all Charles’s fault, really, he was the one who chose the date and time for the meeting.
“Blame me,” Charles said, a half-hearted complaint, if that. He lightly bit down on Erik’s neck as his hips kept moving, grinding against Erik’s.
“I am,” Erik assured him and then realized that he had to be the mature one this time. He rolled Charles to the side and managed to get to his feet. “We really need to get up before we pass the point of no return.” As he stood, he started gathering his clothes and pulling them on, trying to make himself look presentable.
“I think I already have,” Charles said, his hand sliding under the cover, slipping between his legs, grabbing his clothed cock. “Come on, we can make it quick. They can’t have the meeting without me anyway.”
“If we both miss or if we’re both late they’ll all know and we’ll never live it down. We need to get up and go, my friend. As soon as the meeting is over I’ll bring you back in here and fuck you into the bed. A little reward for being good,” Erik offered but Charles rolled his eyes.
“You act like you’re the one in charge here, darling,” Charles replied, and Erik had to admit that maybe he had a point there. “Come on, you can’t leave me like this. At least let me finish before we go. I could have already in the time we’ve spent arguing about this.”
Erik paused for a second, an idea entering his mind, "Alright, how about this.” Erik went over to the bedside table and opened the second drawer, the one housing their favorite toys, lube, and condoms. From the drawer, Erik pulled out a metal toy, a part to slip inside Charles, and a ring to go around his cock. “If you think you can make yourself look decent during the meeting, we can use this.”
Charles nodded, his eyes locked on the toy. Erik knew it was one of his favorites, after all, it was made custom for him thanks to Erik’s powers. The plug-like part was just the right shape and size to reach his prostate, the ring just tight enough to be snug around his cock, and, with Erik’s powers, it could take him apart efficiently.
With that in mind, Erik pulled back the covers of the bed and flipped Charles over onto his stomach with ease, his pajama pants pulled down just under his ass. Erik grabbed the first bottle of lube he found and slicked the toy up with it before sliding it into Charles’s hole. After all, it wasn’t much thicker than one of his fingers would be.
As he did that, he used his powers to take apart the ring and fit it back with Charles’s cock in place. He gave Charles a pat on the back, “Come on then, you’re ready to go. Get up and get your clothes on. I’m going on to the meeting and if you’re not there in the next three minutes, you’re going to find out who’s really in charge here.”
A shiver went down Charles’s back but he nodded and moaned as he shifted on the bed to get to his feet. For a second, Erik couldn’t help but watch, feeling the metal inside of his love, seeing the way he was reacting to it. The erection he was sporting was just as hard as it was before, if not more so.
Erik shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts, and forced himself to walk out of the room and to the meeting room. But even still, his powers stayed with the metal toy. He wasn’t moving it, not yet, but he could track Charles, feel the way it was heating up inside him to match his body temperature.
As he reached the meeting room, he looked around, taking a seat to Raven’s left. On his own left was the head of the table where Charles would be sat when he joined them.
“What, no Charles?” Erik asked, looking over at Raven after scanning the room. If he didn’t ask people would assume, and as much as Erik didn’t care, they had agreed on keeping whatever was going on between them private. Even from Charles’s sister.
“He wasn't with you?” Raven asked, looking back at Erik who shook his head. And it wasn’t a lie. It was more like Erik was with him. It was Charles’s bedroom, after all.
“No, he wasn’t with me. I thought I was going to be the last one here,” He said, even as he felt Charles reach the door to the meeting room and then push it open. “I was trying to make a point but I see it didn’t work,” Erik added quietly to Rave who hid a smile.
Charles walked over to the head of the table, standing behind his chair. It would be strange for anyone who wasn’t Erik—he knew exactly why Charles was procrastinating sitting down. “Sorry I’m late, I’m afraid time really got away from me. But I’m ready to begin now, if everyone else is?”
Erik crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. He could see from this angle that Charles was still hard in his trousers, no matter how well-composed he seemed to be. Everyone else might not get to see what was about to happen, thanks to Charles’s powers, but Erik knew he wasn’t going to be included in that and would get the full show.
With a sigh, Charles pulled out his chair and sat down. As he did, Erik watched the way he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He even heard the quiet moan that left him as he shifted against the seat.
“Okay, the first order of business—“ Charles started but Erik decided not to hesitate as his powers wrapped around the toy and started to vibrate, making sure it was at just the right angle.
“I’ve had some complaints,” Charles went on, his voice raised in pitch for a moment and his breath hitched before he cleared his throat, “I’ve had some complaints from the X-Men."
Erik was only half listening to what was being said. It didn’t affect him much anyway and if there was something important he needed to know Charles would tell him about it again later. At least once.
What did have his full attention was the blush rising up Charles’s cheeks, from the top of his shirt to the tips of his ears. If Erik was to guess, that blush went down his chest too. A light sweat was starting to break out over his face too. As he moved his hands to the papers in front of him, Erik noticed they were shaking.
The vibrations increased slightly, the part wrapped around Charles’s cock sliding slowly up and down, stroking him. Charles’s hips canted up against the touch and he glared over at Erik as one hand had a death grip on the table, the other fisting against the paper in his hand.
“Fuck, you look amazing like this,” Erik couldn’t help but project, “Just watching you, I’m half hard. Thinking about how little there is keeping everyone from knowing just how much of a desperate slut you are. Couldn’t even go to a meeting without something up your ass, keeping you ready for me. If you cum during this meeting, I’m still going to fuck you after.”
A whimper left Charles and he covered it with a cough. Erik couldn’t help but wonder how much of this the others were getting and how much Charles was covering with his powers but he wasn’t going to risk giving up his view to find out.
The toy in Charles shifted, pressing a little more firmly, the vibration pattern changing to more of a pulsing. Erik couldn’t help but widen the toy out. There was limited metal but he left the center hollow as it expanded inside of Charles, stretching him slowly.
Suddenly, Erik was aware of two Charles, one sat frozen at the head of the table, seemingly mid-word. And the other, the real Charles who had collapsed back against the chair, one hand grasping at his cock through his trousers, eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned, unashamedly. His hips were thrusting up against his hand and Erik knew that Charles was seconds away from cumming.
With that in mind, he tightened the metal around the base of his cock and sped up the vibrations inside of Charles, manipulating the metal to make it feel like he was being fucked. Not that the pressure around the base of his cock lasted long as Erik started stroking him with it again, lightly vibrating that metal as well. He slid it to the head of his cock and directed his focus there.
It was only seconds before he heard a sound that he couldn’t possibly mistake. One that he’d heard time and time again but was certain he could never get enough of. The damp spot he could see soaking through Charles’s trousers was proof enough of that.
Erik stopped the movements of the toys, letting them rest back in their proper place for now. They’d deal with that later when they were alone once again.
It took a couple of moments before Charles managed to compose himself enough to sit up—a whimper escaping him as the toy shifted inside of him—and unfroze everyone else in the room.
“Now, as I was saying,” He continued on as though nothing ever happened and, for the most part, it seemed no one noticed. Even if Charles’s voice was a little deeper now than it had been before.
The only problem they faced now was Erik getting out of the room without someone noticing how hard he was.