[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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[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.

[diecastking]

Erik withdraws his fingers and his hands stutter on the Vaseline, trembling with need as he slicks up his cock, hard and desperate.

He reaches up to grasp Charles' shoulder and touches his cock to Charles' entrance. It takes every fibre of his control to hold himself steady.

[guideshapelead]

//Go on// Charles encourages, staring up into Erik's face.

//I trust you//

[diecastking]

With supreme force of will, Erik eases himself inside, gasping at the feeling of tight warmth that greets him, how much he wants this.

//All right?//

[guideshapelead]

The stretch is back to being painful, even as relaxed as he is, but Charles nods and replies //Yes// anyway. It's not too bad, and he can still remember very vividly how it felt when Erik's fingers were fully inside him.

That's a feeling he can bear a little pain to feel again.

[diecastking]

Erik feels that undercurrent of pain again and trails his fingers over Charles' hardening cock, but continues his slow press inside, unable to stop now if he tried.

//It will be good soon, I promise//

[guideshapelead]

//I know// Charles promises. //I trust you//

Reaching up, he wraps his arms loosely around Erik's neck.

[diecastking]

Erik pushes forward, cock finally fully sheathed inside Charles and groans out his pleasure. He bows forward, surrendering to the enclosure of Charles' arms and panting against his neck.

[guideshapelead]

Wrapping himself tighter around Erik, Charles lets out a groan of his own, somewhere between pleasure and pain. It feels good, definitely, but there's still an edge of pain that's keeping him grounded.

[diecastking]

Erik takes a breath, composing himself, and still distracted by that undercurrent of pain.

//Tell me you're all right//

[guideshapelead]

//I'm all right// Charles echoes, going so far as to pull Erik down into a kiss.

//It will be good soon// he repeats Erik's promise.