[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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[guideshapelead]

//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//

[diecastking]

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?//

[guideshapelead]

//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.

[diecastking]

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.

[guideshapelead]

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.

[diecastking]

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?//

[guideshapelead]

//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.

[diecastking]

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.

[guideshapelead]

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.

[diecastking]

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.

[guideshapelead]

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.

[diecastking]

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.

[guideshapelead]

"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.

[diecastking]

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.//

[guideshapelead]

//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.

[diecastking]

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.

[guideshapelead]

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?//

[diecastking]

//I can wait// Erik says with a smile, slightly smug about what he can do to Charles' incredible mind.

//Ready for more?//

[guideshapelead]

//More?!// Charles can't quite believe that more is possible. Not now. He feels utterly spent.

//There's more?//

[diecastking]

Erik laughs out loud, blowing warm air over Charles' skin. //I think I can promise more//

He curls his fingers inside, knowing that Charles will still be sensitised from his climax, hoping to tease his lover once more.

[guideshapelead]

"Erik!" The name is wrenched from between his lips as he feels those fingers press against that magical spot inside of him yet again, everything feeling even more sensitive now than before. The simple touch has him gasping for breath all over again.

[diecastking]

Pleased with the reaction he earns, Erik slowly withdraws his fingers, loving how relaxed Charles is now, warm and pliant under his hands.

He slicks up three fingers now and pushes inside, slow and steady.

[guideshapelead]

Letting out a gasp of hot air, Charles is too relaxed to feel much in the way of pain as he's stretched further still. Instead he's moaning softly in pleasure, hand reaching down to stroke through Erik's hair.

[diecastking]

Erik nudges against Charles' hand, anticipation building inside him. Charles is so relaxed now, and he pushes his fingers all the way in, touching once more at the sweet spot inside.

//Are you ready for me, liebe?//

[guideshapelead]

Charles answers with a low moan, before trying to pull himself together to give Erik a proper answer.

"Y-yes," he gasps out, nodding his head slightly. He's already halfway to hard again.