[XMFC] Learning to adapt

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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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//I do// Charles confirms.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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//

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//I love you too// Charles sends back, breath catching in his throat. Unable to move his own hips, he's completely reliant on Erik to get the pace right.

//Slow, please//

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Erik presses slowly inside, humming around Charles' cock, until his finger is fully inserted. He waits, giving Charles time to adjust.

//How is that, liebe?//

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//Good// Charles answers, already gasping. He can't deny it feels strange, and a little awkward, but it doesn't hurt. Erik's mouth around his cock is keeping him from concentrating too much on the finger inside him.

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Erik knows he'll need to coax Charles through the next step - but he also knows it'll be worth it. He slowly withdraws his finger and reaches for more Vaseline.

//Charles, this will burn, but it won't last. Tell me when you need to stop//

And he places two fingers at Charles entrance, pressing inside achingly slowly.

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Charles cries out as Erik presses two fingers into him, unable to stop the spike of pain that passes across their mental connection.

//Sorry// he immediately apologises, refusing to say stop so soon.

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Erik jerks his head away at Charles' cry and soothingly rubs his hand over Charles' hip. But he leaves his fingers in place, keeping them still to allow Charles to adjust.

//You must not be afraid to say stop// Erik scolds //Or do we have to discuss safewords already?//

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//I don't want you to stop// Charles promises, the pain not bad enough yet. Reaching down for Erik's head, his fingers tangle in his hair as he tries to guide his lover's mouth back to his cock.

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Erik allows Charles to take control, eagerly taking his lover's cock into his mouth and sucking on him with relish.

His fingers press forward, a slow steady counterpoint to his enthusiastic worship of Charles' cock.

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The stretch of Erik's second finger is definitely uncomfortable, and it does hurt, but not terribly. Charles has experienced far worse. And with his lover giving what might just be the best blowjob he has ever received, Charles is still far from asking the other man to stop what he's doing.

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Erik can still feel the unpleasant strain of pain in Charles' mind - the disadvantage to how closely linked they are in this moment - but knows he must be able to push Charles' past it.

He stretches out his fingers to find the raised bulb of flesh inside Charles' and gently strokes it.

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Not expecting the sudden movement of Erik's fingers, or the sudden and extreme rush of pleasure the movement causes, Charles doesn't have time to control himself before he cries out, this time in ecstasy. If it were a physical possibility, he's sure his toes would be curling.

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Erik smiles around Charles' cock - and then picks up the pace, mouthing working in time to the strokes of his fingers inside.

There's nothing like a mind-blowing orgasm to ease penetration.

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"Erik..." Charles moans out, the world beyond the two of them completely gone from his mind. He's not thinking about his volume, about whether the children are close enough to hear.

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Erik's cock strains at the sound of his name on Charles' lips and quickens his pace, intent on pushing Charles over the edge.

//Charles. Come for me.//

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//But...// Charles wants to argue, wants to say that he wanted more than this, as good as it feels. But he can't form a coherent thought to send to his lover, never mind words, and it's only a moment later that he's doing just as Erik asks of him.

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It takes everything in him not to come with Charles, as his lover's pleasure washes over him through their joined minds. Instead, he concentrates on milking Charles' cock, swallowing down every last drop.

Fingers still spreading Charles open, he rests his head on Charles' stomach and reaches up to carress his face. He realises Charles might need a moment.

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It takes Charles a few moments to come up with any sort of response, and even then he sounds far from intelligent.

//What about you?//