[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]

"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.

[diecastking]

Erik kisses Charles, knows he's close to the edge already and he needs to prove this will be good for them. He's a man of his word.

With his lips still pressed to Charles', he moves.

[guideshapelead]

At first, the way Erik's moving just feels awkward to him, a strange and completely foreign sensation. But as his body gets used to it, as Erik starts to catch his prostate, the awkwardness quickly gives out to pleasure. It's not long at all before he's moaning and gasping for breath.

[diecastking]

Finally, Erik feels the warm waves of Charles' pleasure sweep in and remove that last shadow, and he finds a rhythm, angling his hips to better pleasure Charles.

He takes hold of Charles' wrists and guides his hands back to his hips - Charles needs to have as much control as him in this. Erik then tangles his fingers in Charles' hair, and brings his other hand between them to wrap around Charles' cock.

[guideshapelead]

Mind humming with pleasure, Charles rests his hands gently at Erik's hips. He's enjoying the pace his lover's setting, doesn't want to change it. He's more interested in finding his lover's lips for another kiss.

[diecastking]

Their bodies connected, Charles' lips on his, Erik can honestly say he's never been happier. The rhythm he sets is gentle, almost lazy - he doesn't want this to end.

But he also knows he's not going to last, not with Charles so perfect around him, and the buzz of pleasure his lover's sending through their connection.

He opens out his mind fully, wanting to be with Charles in every way.

[guideshapelead]

//Be careful// Charles warns, feeling the flood of Erik's mind hit him. He's mostly beyond thinking rationally, but he remembers last time. He remembers starting to forget where one mind ended and the other began. It's a dangerous game to be playing.

[diecastking]

Erik heeds the warning, feels his sense of self slipping away, and pulls back, partially closing the gate he sees in his mind. They're still intimately connected but he knows who he is again.

//Better?// he thinks, before his next thrust rips away thought once again.

[guideshapelead]

Charles isn't capable of a response as Erik's thrust sends a heavy wave of pleasure through him, right from his core to the very tips of his fingers, the top of his head. He knows he's not strong enough to allow Erik the level of mental connection he's after, right now. He can barely keep his own mind in check.

[diecastking]

Erik is so close, so taut with pleasure and relishing the feeling of Charles beneath him.

"Charles...I..." he warns before coming hard inside his lover, choking back a scream of ecstasy.

[guideshapelead]

The feeling of Erik spilling inside of him is a completely novel one to Charles, having only ever experienced being in Erik's position, and only then with a woman. The feeling is strange, yes, but also incredibly arousing. Charles is coming before he even has a chance to give warning, this orgasm somehow even more explosive than his last.