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He was drowning, drowning in the presence of Erik, in their combined pleasure as slicked skin dragged across skin, tantalizing, the heat of their flesh rising with every thrust of Erik's hips, radiating a burning pleasure from where their bodies joined.
Charles couldn't withhold a quiet gasp as Erik roughly clutched at one of his sweat slicked thighs, fingers digging in, bruising, before ripping it to the side, opening Charles wider, penetrating deeper, Charles body arching up in a perfect bow to meet the violent snapping of Erik's hips, clenching his eyes shut at the delicious burn the new angle provided. He could hear Erik's panting above him, knew from memory how his reddish brown hair would be sweaty and tousled, half slicked back and the other half stuck to his forehead, mouth cinched shut with the slightest baring of teeth every time he buried deeper into Charles' body.
On a downward thrust Charles squeezed around Erik's substantial girth and released a satisfied chuckle as he felt the man's rhythm falter, a deep guttural moan belonging more to an animal than a man biting into the dark.
Laughing, apparently, had been the wrong thing to do as the body above him withdrew, Erik's thick cock pulling out slowly until only the tip remained plugging him up. Whining, Charles pushed his hips up, attempting to impale himself further on that wonderful, making a desperate (if not embarrassing) keening sound as a large, calloused hand gripped his hip tight, stilling his movements, while another grasped his chin.
"Open your eyes Charles, open them wide for me," Erik whispered, breath hot and right there fanning his lips. He blinked them open slowly, lazily, knew how much Erik got off on him acting coy, innocent. He blushed scarlet at the pure unadulterated want piercing green eyes pinned him with, predatorily tracing the movements of a deft thumb that slid away from cupping Charles' cheek to ghosting along the soft flesh of his bottom lip. Watched as those eyes darkened when Charles took the very tip of that thumb into his mouth, sucking lightly on it before flicking the pad with his tongue; widening his eyes deliberately in a fashion of innocence that contrasted his actions.
"Say it," Erik demanded, voice lust rough, eyes boring into Charles' own.
"Fuck me." Charles tried to move his hips again but stopped immediately as Erik, skin shining in the faint light, glared down at him, the grip on his hip clenching in warning. Some might find this show of domineering control frightening, for Charles, it was so representative of who the man was that all it did was call attention to the fact that Erik was still only barely inside him.
"Again." Erik sunk a couple of centimeters deeper, smirking triumphantly as Charles writhed beneath him like a bitch in heat.
"Please Erik, fuck me." Another a couple of centimeters and Charles couldn't help but thrash, moaning pathetically as Erik refused to move further.
"Again, and make it worth my while this time."
Enough. Sinking further into the bed, he disentangled his hands from where they had twisted into the sheets and brought them up to his own nipples, erect and straining in the air, a small smirk developing as Erik's gaze became riveted to where he began playing with the sensitive nubs.
"Erik," he gasped indulgently, "I need you to cum inside me." He flicked one nub lazily, body arching into the touch even though it was the sound of Erik's audible swallow that sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.
"I need you to cum inside me," he repeated, fluttering his eyelashes for effect. "To fill me up past the brim, overflowing to the extent that the next morning when I wake up I'll still be leaking part of you, I'll be able to dip into the mess of my thighs, scoop it up and push it back in. I'll be so loose Erik. So loose and slick. I bet I could get an entire fist up there on the very first tr-"
Charles didn't have enough time to stifle a yelp of pain as Erik's hips snapped forward in barely restrained ferocity, filling that aching emptiness inside him so deliciously at the same time he forced Charles' head backwards with an angry twist of his hair, snarling viciously into the space of Charles' neck.
"You're going to pay for that my pretty baby."
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Utterly spent and coming down off of a high, Charles allowed the post coital glow seep into his bones. His body ached, but delightfully so, and nothing contented him like the feel of the naked, albeit sweaty length of Erik's body spooning him from behind. It had taken months to convince Erik to stay in behind after intercourse, months of Charles badgering, trying not to seem desperate in his attempts to get the man to stay. It had paid off eventually, and after that first time where Charles had resorted to exhausting the other man to the point where he physically couldn't leave, well, Erik had never tried to ever since.
Charles smiled into the pillow as he felt the hand draped across his middle, slide down past his flaccid member and nudge itself between Charles' closed thighs. He could feel his lover's smirk curve into the nape of his neck as his fingers drew patterns idly into Erik's still wet essence spread warm along his inner thighs.
A soft kiss was placed at the base of Charles' neck and in turn he released a happy sigh.
"I love you."
A barely discernible grunt was his only reply.
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The next morning when Charles awoke, it was to an empty bed, Erik having disappeared just as easily as Charles' tears had vanished into his pillow.
No evidence left of either but the quiet breaking of his heart.
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