Erik wasted little more time on idle talk.
“Until you have drunk your full, Mr. Lehnsherr.”
“I mean to possess you fully.”
“I am yours. Now as much as ever.”
For being bare, Erik felt not a lick of cold.
Charles, on the other hand, was out of thoughts altogether. Fingers were smoothing over Erik’s cheeks, jaw, hair, as if trying to convince himself that Erik was truly there, giving him exactly what he had yearned for, though it had taken him until only a week or so ago to understand.
He lightly pushed his hips back into Erik’s hand once more, breathing hard between kisses, shivering as bumps rose on his skin, standing out amongst the light sheen of perspiration.
“Please.” He whispers, though he doesn’t know why. But he needs. He needs. “Please.”
“Sir Charles, if I did not know you better, I would think you’d want me to take you in a fashion quite unbefitting your station.”
Charles may have been more talented in witty flirtation than love-making, but he prided himself on being a quick learner.
Erik wasted little more time on idle talk.
“Until you have drunk your full, Mr. Lehnsherr.”
“I mean to possess you fully.”
“Then you are woefully overdressed for the occasion, sir. Perhaps we could make haste in remedying that.” was the murmured replied, accompanied with crooked smile.
Charles’s hands meandered to Erik’s belt with a very obvious intent, the man idly turning his head to kiss his cook on the mouth. Despite hurried maneuvering, relieving Mr. Lehnsherr of his shirt and pants was managed without much of a hiccup. This left the two of them bare in the dark, wasting no precious second in something so inappropriate and unbearably wonderful.
“I am yours.” Charles said in a rush, voice thick with lust and sincerity, “Now as much as ever.”
Bartolomeo Manfredi, Allegory of the Four Seasons (detail), c. 1610
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“Sir Charles, if I did not know you better, I would think you’d want me to take you in a fashion quite unbefitting your station.”
Charles may have been more talented in witty flirtation than love-making, but he prided himself on being a quick learner.
Erik wasted little more time on idle talk.
Charles, now able to see vaguely despite the lack of light, blinked sluggishly, eyes transfixed by the large fingers pushing against his blatant and unbearable arousal. Never before had he been in such a dominated position before. Such a quick dispatch of clothing. Such a desperate, quick whirlwind of desire that left no room for questions or hesitation. The master’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, pulling Erik closer, legs stiff to keep from pushing his hips back into that warm, addicting touch.
He breathed out through his open mouth when Erik called him Charlie. He moaned when Erik increased the pressure, head falling back against the wall. His tongue briefly swept out to wet his lips before Charles answered, sounding far more coherent than how he actually felt.
“Until you have drunk your full, Mr. Lehnsherr.”
Erik’s mouth found its way back up Mr. Xavier’s neck and to his ear, which he expelled a breathy little sigh upon.
“Sir Charles, if I did not know you better, I would think you’d want me to take you in a fashion quite unbefitting your station.”
Words, words, witty foreplay. Hands did, they urged underneath clothing, pressed at the hot places of the human body, delved just below the hem of Charles’ trousers.
“I suppose I have always been a tad unconventional-nn… regarding my station.” Charles was barely keeping himself up on the wall, but Erik’s grip was doing just as fine a job. Soft exhales struggled to escape his lips without catching like dust in his throat, and when they did finally force their way to the surface, they emerged as husky moans. Soft, quiet, but easily betraying how quickly Charles Xavier was coming apart at the seams.
“This-you- are… intoxicating.” Just as his hips stuttered under Erik’s touch, the master of the house allowed himself to throw propriety to hell as he attached his mouth to the other man’s neck, leaving uncoordinated kisses that meandered from earlobes to sharp collarbones. When clothing got in the way, hands, ever so productive, shoved and pulled, clumsily doing away with ties and buttons until Erik’s shirt was half-open and still being tugged off.
Charles may have been more talented in witty flirtation than love-making, but he prided himself on being a quick learner.
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Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra / Ludwig van Beethoven
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Never try and match a cook in terms of gluttony. If Charles wanted to be fierce about it, Erik wasn’t about to step aside and let his master do as he pleased. Well. Yes, he would, but he would be virile about it. Erik broke the kiss. A hallway was not the right place to do this. Instead, he grabbed Charles’ hand and led him through the dark, their extinguished candles forgotten. He opened a door to what turned out to be a storage room and promptly closed it behind them.
Pitch dark. Perfect.
Erik’s hands were all over Charles and his lips soon followed. Jaw, lips, neck. All was fair game.
There was little sound of protest from Charles Xavier, aside from when the force of Erik’s affections pushed him up against the wall. His breathing grew heavier, the desperate exhales amplified ten-fold in the small storage closet. He was blind, unable to see a hand before his eyes, let along the cook’s lips as they grazed over his Adam’s apple. Fumbling, the master of the house dig fingers into Erik’s shoulders, then slipped them back into soft hair, tugging, urging him on, pulling him closer.
“Erik.” Charles breathed, letting his head fall back for more. More of the insistent kisses along his jaw, hands raking over his chest and arms, more lingering bites at his earlobes, more of Mr. Lehnsherr’s breath warming the sensitive skin of his throat. He shuddered. He had never felt anything like it.
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A skillful hand quietly shoves the letter away and out of notice.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a means to light this again, would you?”
“My apologies, but I would not. However, I am able to navigate just fine in the dark. I can lead you to a room with a fireplace, or the kitchen.”
He interwove a hand into Erik’s hair, hesitantly looking from the older man’s eyes to his mouth, before finally kissing him proper.
He looks down at Charles, visibly flustered, but he also leans forward and kisses the man again, holding his cheek lightly in a palm.
This was nice. This was more than nice, it was quite like the other times they had done this. But Charles had expected something different. He wanted something different.
With a shuddering exhale, his grip tightened on Erik’s hair. He pulled lightly. And then he pushed harder, lips firmly moving against the other’s. Demanding more. Their previous kisses had been exploratory. Tender, emotional. This was simply gluttonous. A surprising development for the flustery master of the house.
A skillful hand quietly shoves the letter away and out of notice.
“Is that so? Well, you’ve found him now, I think. I’ve been haunting these halls for quite some time now.” He shuffles away, flush thankfully going unnoticed in the dark, but stumbles over one of the fallen candlesticks instead.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a means to light this again, would you?”“My apologies, but I would not. However, I am able to navigate just fine in the dark. I can lead you to a room with a fireplace, or the kitchen.”
How long had it been since the lake? A few days. He had seen Erik the previous morning, had stared, had wanted to say that he had still been thinking of him, wanting more of this new experience of loving and being loved. But hadn’t found the proper time. Or boldness.
“No, no, quite alright, I know how to get to where I need to go as well. For example, my er, chambers are…” Charles was just about to lose his nerve when a startling rip of lightning briefly illuminated the hall. “Erik.” Charles closed the distance between them once more, “I am very happy to see you.”
He interwove a hand into Erik’s hair, hesitantly looking from the older man’s eyes to his mouth, before finally kissing him proper.
