Charles head fell back against the wall, mouth agape while his hand worked up and down his shaft. It was a little past 1am leaving the place quiet as everyone was asleep. Charles and Erik finished up their chess game about an hour ago which left the professor in a mood. Having to sit there across from him in silence, the intense eye contact they shared really did something to Charles.
His mind flooded with the way Erik was staring at him earlier, the way his eyes were dark as they pierced his between every move. Oh god and the turtleneck he was wearing, the way it hugged his figure. Just thinking about him made a shiver run down Charles spine, and pleasure fill his lower regions. His hand quickened, thumb sliding over his tip every once in awhile.
As the pleasure started building up, teeth digging into his lip to keep quiet there was banging on his door. "You're projecting"!! The man yelled. Charles pulled the blankets over his lap as Erik barged in yelling at him; "you're projecting Charles"!!. Erik's eyes were glued to the ground as he knew what he was walking into. That's when the professor noticed the obvious bulge in the other man's pants. Oh fuck.
Charles was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice he was projecting his feelings and thoughts to Erik instead of just thinking about him. "I'm uh". He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry I didn't notice". Charles voice shook as he spoke, still caught up in the earlier pleasure but also embarrassed. "Just don't do that again.. please" Erik quietened his voice not wanting to draw attention to them.
Soon he turned around and started leaving the room before stopping in the doorway as Charles spook again. "Wait" his voice came out softer than he intended but fuck it he's already embarrassed his self. The professors hands shifted under the blankets as he pulled his boxers up. "Come here" he continued.
"What" Erik's eyebrows burrowed and his eyes squinted in confusion. He didn't face Charles, not wanting to make it more awkward with eye contact. "Just come here".
For a second he thought about walking away and never speaking of this moment again but he decided to see what Charles was up to. As he shifted his body to walk towards him he saw him moving to the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang off, feet planted against the wood floor. Erik stopped a few feet in front Charles, looking everywhere but straight at him.
The professor reached out and wrapped his fingers around the other man's waist, pulling him closer. "What are you do-" Erik's voice got cut off as he felt Charles fingers slip into his waist band. "Just shut up for once" Charles flashed his eyes up at him. He tried to seem confident but the shaking in his hands clearly gave that away.
"Consider this a better apology" The professor spoke softly as he shimmied down his sweatpants. Charles paid extra attention to the way Erik's boxers hugged his thighs tightly, especially the way they formed so tightly around his bulge. Trying not to stare too long he followed by slowly pulling his boxers down, freeing his cock. It would be a lie if Charles said he didn't get a bit worried of how big he was. Also considering he's never done this.
Erik had his eyes fixed on him the whole time, watching how his hands slowly slid down his clothing and the way his eyes looked like they were trying to memorize the view. For a second he wanted to tell Charles that he didn't have to do this and that it was okay but something about the professor always drew him in making it hard to walk away. And the way his blues eyes looked up at him made Erik feel weak in the knees and head too clouded to think straight.
A small gasp fell from Erik's lips as he felt Charles warm tongue lick from the base up to tip of his shaft, along with his hand wrapping around the bottom. At first Erik fought the urge to tangle his fingers in the other man's hair but he soon gave in as he felt Charles lips engulf the head of his cock. Erik's head fell back, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he felt the professor take him in deeper.
Charles other hand fell to his crotch, palming his self through the thin fabric of his boxers. His mouth already felt full but he was determined to take Erik all in. The soft groans Charles was letting slip out sent vibrations through the other man's cock. Erik would never admit how good it felt, but the sounds he was making definitely gave that away.
Suddenly Charles lips popped off the tip, his hand slowly jerking him off as he tried catching his breath. Erik looked down at Charles who was looking up at him with blue glossy eyes and lips that were stained a perfect pinkish red. He also payed attention to the way Charles was touching his self, how his delicate looking hand rubbed his bulge. His fingers curling around his shaft through the cloth which gave Erik a great view of the outline of his cock.
'Going to have to teach me how to take you fully another day' Charles words projected into Erik's head. He was so focused on the man looking up at him that he didn't question 'another day' . Instead he urged Charles head forward a bit to encourage him to take him in again. The professor instantly obeyed, his lips forming around the tip and his tongue danced around. "Fuck" dragged out from Erik's lips slowly turning into a groan.
As Charles worked his lips and tongue around the other man's cock he started projecting thoughts into Erik's head. They consisted of..
Charles sprawled out on his back, sweat forming on his skin as Erik moved in and out of him. His hands tightly around Charles waist, and head leaned back from the overwhelming pleasure.
Charles lips kissing and bitting down Erik's body, until he stopped at his waist to kiss his cock. Before continuing the kisses down his thighs, bitting and licking every once in a while.
Erik swore in that moment he could feel all of that, not just see it he felt it. He was sure of it as his body jolted forward, hands tightening in the other man's hair. The pleasure started building up quickly, groans and curses filling the room. Charles tried his best to focus on both what he was doing and his powers, not wanting to project this to anyone else. God forbid they get caught.
"Charles.." The way Erik said his name was so soft. He's always spoken it so soft but this time something else lingered behind it. Maybe it was just the building pleasure, Charles tried not think much of it. Suddenly Erik tugged the professors head back, his lips popping off the tip. Erik didn't have to say anything Charles could feel what he was feeling, he was close.
Charles resorted to pumping his hand up and down the other man's cock. Sliding his thumb over the tip and twisting his wrist. Erik's hands stayed nestled in Charles hair, gripping and pulling at his short brown locks. Erik let out a deep groan as his orgasm took over, his hips jolting forward into Charles hand that was getting covered in cum. "Fuck" fell quietly underneath Erik's breath as his body slowly recovered.
Charles reached for the nearby tissues on his bed side table, wiping his hands clean. It was quiet between them as Erik was fixing his sweat pants, pulling them up to rest on his hips. They were still very close, Charles knees pressed into the other man's legs. Neither of them moved away though, instead Erik spoke up; "Lay back".
Charles quickly looked up at him. "You- you don't need to offer me anything back" The professor said a bit quickly stumbling over his words. Erik placed his hand between Charles collar bone and jaw. A gentle gesture? To get his attention? Whatever it was it made Charles feel lighter.
"It's your turn to shut up" Erik said with a grin, trying to hold back a laugh. Charles complied, he didn't say anything just looked up at him with his glossy blue eyes. Erik moved his hand up, cupping his jaw so he could slide his thumb over Charles plump lips. He doesn't think he's ever been so gentle with something, especially with another person.
"Lay back" Erik repeated from earlier. Charles moved back on the bed before laying down. The other man quickly followed, getting on the bed to hover his self over Charles. Everything was so quiet, the telepath couldn't even hear a single thought for Erik. He was so focused on what was below him..
As Erik lowered his self down he moved down Charles body. His fingers curled around the man below him shirt, pushing it up to expose Charles soft delicate skin that covered his stomach and chest. Next his hand moved to the waist band of his boxers, pushing them down his thighs until Charles cock was fully exposed. Erik could've swore he licked his lips at the sight.
There was definitely something going on between them for a while, something in the air but neither ever spoke of it. And Erik never knew it was hunger he felt for Charles until the professor laid exposed beneath him. Everything about him looked so untouched but Erik knew better, there was no way this man hadn't been with other people before. Especially with the way Charles flirted with every pretty girl he came across.
Erik's train of thought was broken when he felt a hand comb through his hair. "You're thinking too much" Charles sighed out. Erik sent out a mental 'sorry' before he dipped his head down, placing an ever so soft kiss against Charles hip. His lips traveled up to his abdomen, then his belly button, next his ribs before traveling back down to the dip in his hip. Charles was stirring below him, getting impatient but also loving the attention.
"Erik" the professor exhaled. Erik kissed closer and closer to where Charles wanted him but never actually gave him what he wanted. Maybe it was the fact he was nervous or he just loved seeing and hearing Charles get all needy and impatient. But finally after a few tugs at his hair and whiney groans Erik gave in.
As Erik wrapped his lips around the tip, Charles sat up on his elbows before falling back down and covering his face with his hands; "oh shit.. ooh fuck". A knot of need built up in Erik’s stomach, soon shooting down to his already half hard cock again. Hearing a well put together confident man make such needy sounds made something stir in Erik’s brain. The hunger just kept building.
He would never admit it out loud but he was sure Charles could feel what he was feeling. The feeling of need, the need of more. Specifically more of the professor, he wants to make him come undone. Feel him in other ways, touch him in other ways.
Erik took him further in, tongue dancing around the underside of his cock. Everytime he pulled away and took him back in Charles would let out a deep groan that turned into a whiney moan. Erik couldn’t take him fully in so he wrapped his hand around the base, slowly moving his hand at the same pace of his head. The salty taste of precum started beading out, and Charles mental curses became more frequent along with his groans.
Charles hands found the other man’s hair again, gripping at the strands. Trying his hardest not to push his head down and fuck his mouth, he was thinking about it, how it would feel. Little did he know he was also projecting it to Erik but he wasn’t gonna complain, it was a nice thought. An idea for a later time… ‘Erik- fuck.. wait’ Charles flowed through Erik’s mind, not trusting his own voice to be quiet.
Erik’s lips popped off the top, a string of salvia connecting to his lips and Charles cock. Erik used both of his hands to get the professor off, sliding his palm over his sensitive tip as the other hand twisted and pulled. Soon Charles was bitting his lip and gripping at the blankets as his vision went white from the overwhelming orgasm. Erik kept slowly moving his hand milking him dry. Charles must’ve forgot to breathe because once the pleasure faded he was gasping for air, eyes glued shut.
It was once again silent between them as Erik used another tissue to clean his hand and clean Charles stomach while Charles was coming down from his high. Once he was done though he placed a soft kiss to the other man’s hip, trailing his lips up until he met Charles glossy lips. They connected for the first time ever, a slow gentle kiss that seemed to last awhile. When Erik pulled away Charles fought the urge to chase after his lips instead he licked them tasting the remnants of the other savoring the taste.
“I hope this isn’t the last time this happens” Erik whispered, his breath hitting Charles lips as they were close. Charles lifted his head with every bit of energy he had left to push his lips into Erik’s once again. Now this, this he could get addicted to if he wasn’t already. “Don’t try running away and it won’t be” The professor answered into the kiss.