Chapter 9
Erik liked to think that he was strong, dangerous, and in control at all times. But the second Charles wrapped a hand around his throat and pushed up against the door of their hotel room moments after they closed it, he was a goner.
Lips pressed against his rather violently, teeth hitting together, blood mixing in the kiss that Erik was far from complaining about. Teeth sank into his bottom lip and Erik whimpered, fucking whimpered.
The next thing he knew, a hand was working on his belt, pulling it from the loops, then working on the button, zip. A hand fumbled its way into his pants and briefs, wrapping around him. His hips moved, thrusting up into Charles's closed hand, a soft moan escaped him, especially as the hand tightened around his throat.
Charles's mouth moves from his down to his jaw and then neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. Erik drops his head back against the door to give him more room as his hips continue to move unconsciously into Charles's stationary hand. It was embarrassing how close he already was but there was little he could do about it. He was already too far gone to stop.
As though he knew, and probably did, Charles's hand tightened slightly, thumb swiping over the head of Erik's cock causing him to moan Charles's name, his hips stuttering as he came in his pants.
He felt a chuckle against his neck as Charles pulled back to look at Erik, "Wow you're pathetic, cumming over my fist, in your pants no less." Somehow, in a way that only Charles could manage, the words sounded almost fond. That didn't stop his face from heating up though, or his dick from twitching in Charles's grasp, something the man obviously picked up on.
"Don't worry, darling, I'm not finished with you yet."