[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]

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.

[diecastking]

Erik collapses, struggling to keep the majority of his weight off Charles, as they lie connected. His muscles are trembling with the fury of his orgasm, and he presses a sated kiss to Charles' neck.

//I love you//

[guideshapelead]

//I love you too// Charles answers, and even via telepathy he sounds like he's struggling to get his breath back.

//So very much//

[diecastking]

Erik knows he needs to get up and see Charles comfortably settled for sleep, but right now, he's too blissed-out to move.

"So..." he says, voice rough, "how was that?"

[guideshapelead]

//Spectacular// Charles keeps to mental conversation, even if Erik's ready to use words again. He's not quite there, yet.

//Though I may now sleep for a week//

[diecastking]

Erik laughs against Charles' skin.

//You'll be sore in the morning// he warns, and eases himself out of Charles with a shuddered exhale. //All right?//

[guideshapelead]

Charles feels strangely empty, after Erik has pulled out, and he's quick to grab hold of his lover for comfort.

//I miss you already// he answers, sent with an undercurrent of humour.

[diecastking]

Erik rolls his eyes, but knows exactly what Charles' means.

//I need to get us cleaned up so we can go to bed// he reminds Charles, amused. //You can't keep hold of me forever//

[guideshapelead]

//I always have a hold on you// Charles points out, opening up his mind a little more as he lets go of Erik's arm. He wouldn't be surprised if they could keep up this connection at any physical distance now, considering how emotionally close they've become.

[diecastking]

Erik revels in the feeling of Charles' mind and reluctantly pulls away from his lover. He fetches a flannel from the bathroom and hands it to Charles, before starting work on dismantling their pillow fortifications.

[guideshapelead]

Cleaning up his stomach and thighs with the flannel, Charles obediently helps where he can, moving to help Erik remove the pillows from beneath him. He's sure a couple of them could do with a wash, the bedding too, but he'll worry about that in the morning.

[diecastking]

Collecting the pillows in a pile to be dealt with in the morning, Erik crawls into bed beside Charles and pulls up the covers over them both, before settling onto the bed with a contented sigh.

"I think we should do that more often," he declares.

[guideshapelead]

Handing Erik the flannel, Charles barely gives him a chance to clean himself up before he's curling in close to his side, arms wrapping around his middle.

"I couldn't agree more," Charles grins, lips pressing into Erik's chest.

[diecastking]

Erik lobs the flannel onto the pile of pillows, before wrapping his arm around Charles and bringing him close.

"Good night, Charles," he says with a smile. "Dream of me."

[guideshapelead]

//I always do// Charles silently replies, smiling against Erik's skin as he falls into sleep.