Erik resists the urge to support him, letting Charles work the top off in his own time. It would be a bizarre and ugly striptease were it not Charles doing the undressing - and Erik struggles to ignore how his mouth goes dry.

"Here." Erik takes the top and lays it on the chair, mind ticking over the best way to remove the pyjama bottoms from a fully-grown man without a blush stealing across his cheeks.

He takes up the woollen blanket from the end of the bed and places it across Charles lap.

Then he reaches for Charles' hips.