[XMFC] Learning to adapt

[guideshapelead]

After dinner is fast becoming Charles' favourite time of day. None of the children hang around long, preferring to disappear to their rooms or out into the grounds together. Almost always, he finds himself alone with Erik in the drawing room, lying together with a cup of tea. There are few things more relaxing, more blissful.

Tonight is no exception, Charles lying happily in Erik's arms on the sofa. He's not had a seizure for over a week, he's well fed, he's just about finished his evening cup of tea and he's comfortable with the man he loves. What could be more perfect?

Stretching for the side table when his mug is empty, Charles places the porcelain down and shifts himself closer into Erik's arms, sighing contentedly.

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[diecastking]

Again, the command rips through his mind and his power goes to his belt, his shoes, his trouser fly, every fibre of him desperate to obey Charles.

He kicks off his trousers and then dives for Charles, pushing him back and snagging Charles' underwear with his teeth.

[guideshapelead]

Deciding he doesn't particularly like, nor need, this particular pair of underwear, Charles doesn't stop Erik. He doesn't care if the material rips.

//Kiss// he demands again when he's naked.

[diecastking]

Erik can't help but comply, pulling Charles down to the bed and wrapping himself around the man as he kisses him to within an inch of his life.

[guideshapelead]

//Stop// Charles demands a moment later. It's not that he's not enjoying Erik's passion - it's quite clear from the way his body's reacting that he is - but he wants it to be of Erik's own choosing. Not due to his own commands.

//I want you to be yourself// He asks, rather than commands.

[diecastking]

For a moment, everything freezes - but Charles' gentle statement restarts the normal motion of Erik. He takes a breath, coming back to himself, and sighs against Charles' lips.

//My turn//

[guideshapelead]

Relaxing back into the bed, Charles stares up at Erik with large, trusting eyes. Whatever his lover has planned, he trusts him.

[diecastking]

Still entwined in Charles' mind, Erik can feel how much his lover trusts him and knows he'll do anything to avoid letting him down.

Taking the plumpest pillow, Erik edges forward and carefully separates Charles' legs, kneeling between them.

"Ready?"

[guideshapelead]

"Ready," Charles agrees with a nod. He's still not the biggest fan of having his legs moved, but he doesn't complain or comment. He appreciates that there's no other option.

[diecastking]

Erik lifts Charles' right leg at the knee, keeping his other hand at the crease of Charles' hip where he has sensation. He places the first pillow under Charles' knee and slimmer pillows under his thigh and lower leg.

[guideshapelead]

Pushing himself up on his elbows so he can see what's going on, Charles smiles as he sees what Erik's planning.

"Not quite a fort, then."

[diecastking]

"Not quite," Erik agrees, repeating the same with Charles' other leg. "This may be uncomfortable for a moment."

Making sure Charles is braced on his elbows, Erik slides a hand under Charles' back and lifts his pelvis, placing the final pillow in position.

"How's that?"

[guideshapelead]

It feels strange, and a little awkward, but not uncomfortable. Charles supposes he can live with this, especially if it means that they can actually be intimate.

"Alright," he nods, shifting himself slightly to try and get more settled.

[diecastking]

Erik smiles. He'll take "all right"...for now.

He leans down and kisses Charles, pressing his body against him and grinding down against his lover.

[guideshapelead]

The way Erik's elevated the lower half of his body makes Charles feel that much closer to his lover when they grind together. His hands find Erik's hips and hold him there, tight against his own body.

[diecastking]

Erik locks his lips against his lover's, giving Charles control of his hips. He's growing harder, his cock straining against Charles'.

//What do you want?//

[guideshapelead]

//I want you to make love to me// Charles asks, knowing the other way would be impossible. Unable to press himself up against Erik's hips, he forces his lover to grind down against him, hands tight and demanding at his sides.

[diecastking]

Erik lets Charles set the pace, sucking up a love bite on Charles' neck. His thoughts are growing more disjointed as he thinks of what he wants to do to Charles.

//Do you want me...inside you?// Erik wants to be clear that Charles wants this. He doesn't think his lover will have much experience in this.

[guideshapelead]

//I do// Charles confirms.

And then, after a pause, //I've never done... this, before//

[diecastking]

Erik can't disguise the thrill that goes through him, knowing that he will be Charles' first - and, he dares to hope, his only.

//We'll take it slowly// he promises, running his hands over Charles' body, enjoying how he feels beneath him.

[guideshapelead]

Moaning softly as Erik moves his hands over the most sensitive parts of his body, Charles slides his own hands to rest against his lover's backside.

//I feel safe with you// he promises, pressing up for a kiss.

[diecastking]

Erik kisses him once more and then slides down Charles' body. He leans over to the bedside table and pulls the tub of Vaseline out of the top drawer.

Kneeling between Charles' legs, he places one teasing finger at Charles' entrance.

[guideshapelead]

Feeling the finger at his arse, Charles can't help but tense. No matter how much he trusts Erik, he can't help but be nervous. He's never done this before. He doesn't want to disappoint.

[diecastking]

Erik can feel Charles' fear through their connection. //At any time, you can say stop.//

Coating his finger with a generous amount of Vaseline, he replaces his finger - and closes his mouth around Charles' cock.

[guideshapelead]

Distracted by the sudden wet heat around his cock, Charles' body relaxes back into his nest of pillows. He can't help the groan that falls from his lips, nor the way he struggles fruitlessly to press his hips up into Erik's mouth.

[diecastking]

Making sure he has Charles' full attention, Erik works the head of his cock with his tongue and presses slowly inside his entrance with his finger. He can't stop the burn, but he can at least provide a decent distraction.

//I love you//