Erik tugs Charles against him and it should be awkward or abrupt, but Charles turns his head at exactly the right moment and instead, their lips slide together perfectly. Erik can't help the noise that escapes him--it's as good as he's imagined, better, even, because his brain never bothered with the little details, the way Charles inhales sharply when their lips first meet, the exact texture of Charles' skin, the pressure of Charles' hands in his hair, tugging Erik down closer. Erik sucks on Charles' lower lip--he's been dreaming about that lip--and Charles gasps and tries to inch even closer. He shifts in Erik's lap and Erik pulls away to groan at the feeling of Charles' ass dragging across his hard-on as Charles changes position and wraps his legs around Erik's waist. Charles doesn't let him pull too far. His fingers are back in Erik's hair and when their mouths meet again, it's the space of a second before Charles' tongue is running against Erik's teeth.
Erik raises one of his hands to the back of Charles' neck. His hair seems even softer now that Erik is touching it with intent, is running his fingers through it and holding Charles still, as if he's going to scamper away with a laugh at any second. Charles doesn't seem eager to leave, though. He appears to be quite happy systematically exploring every crevice of Erik's mouth, pressing closer and closer. Just having his arms around Charles is almost as good as the kissing. He's warm and wiggling and laughing and breathless and seems to be taking the same amount of joy from this that Erik is, grinning like mad every time they pull away.
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Date: 2012-08-14 03:50 pm (UTC)Erik raises one of his hands to the back of Charles' neck. His hair seems even softer now that Erik is touching it with intent, is running his fingers through it and holding Charles still, as if he's going to scamper away with a laugh at any second. Charles doesn't seem eager to leave, though. He appears to be quite happy systematically exploring every crevice of Erik's mouth, pressing closer and closer. Just having his arms around Charles is almost as good as the kissing. He's warm and wiggling and laughing and breathless and seems to be taking the same amount of joy from this that Erik is, grinning like mad every time they pull away.