Chapter 8
Erik wasn't aware of how he had survived so long without Charles. Especially once he had been given all of Charles and, in turn, gave his entire self back over to Charles. He never wanted to go back and, thankfully, it seemed he wouldn't have to. Not with Charles on Genosha with him, seemingly to stay.
Not that he could think about any of that as he continued to move his hips, riding Charles, his hands on the other man's chest, lightly pinching and rolling his nipples between his fingers. The sounds that came from both of them mixed and danced together between them.
Charles was looking up at Erik with such love and adoration that he could barely stand it. In a perhaps pathetic attempt to get away from those so-very-blue eyes, he ducked his head, moving his hand away to replace it with his mouth. He sucked and bit carefully, hearing Charles moan louder. Erik's eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes brushing against Charles's chest.
But then the hands on Erik's hips tightened. With a tug, he sharply pulled Erik down on Charles's cock and held him in place. Erik whined out but it was in vain.
"Head up, darling," Charles ordered, his voice deeper and rougher than normal and Erik's hips gave an unconscious twitch, trying to move again. "And keep your eyes open, I want to those beautiful eyes."
And what could Erik do but follow the command? He sat up, opening his eyes as he looked down at Charles. He was certain his face was flushed, not just because of what they were doing but Charles's words as well. And if he looked anything like Charles, his hair was a mess and his pupils were blown.
But it was all worth it when Charles used the hold his strong hands hand on Erik's hips to make him pick up the pace, controlling it this time and Erik let him. Even as he moved his hands back to Charles's chest, wanting to hear those moans and groans from him again, with the added bonus of helping him with his balance.
"Mein Gott," Erik mumbled, breathing heavily, "Charles," It felt like too much and not enough. He needed all of Charles and still, his body felt alight with pleasure. "Please." The word slipped from him sounding pathetic and desperate. In any other situation, he would try to cover it up, act like it wasn't him, and yet, with Charles, there was no need.
"Please what, darling? Going to be a good boy and cum for me? You're doing so well Erik." His thumb brushed over Erik's hip, such a small touch, and yet, paired with the praises, Erik was a goner, hips bucking on their own as he came between them.
Erik collapsed down on Charles and took a couple of breaths to try to catch his breath. Then he latched onto Charles, starting at his ear, nipping at his earlobe, then kissing down right behind it, working his way towards his neck, leaving small kisses and nips as his hand returned to Charles's chest, trying to drive the man insane.
True to his goals, it only takes a few moments before Charles is calling out Erik's name, his head thrown back, eyes closed. Erik can't help but press another kiss to the center of his throat while it's exposed.
A small laugh leaves Charles as he falls back against the bed, looking at Erik who smiles back. "Ich liebe dich, mein schatz," Erik whispered, and Charles's smile softens.
"I love you too, my love."