ficlet: this is why (xmfc)
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schmericaCross-posting from tumblr, Erik/Charles, NC-17, ~250 words.
*****
It's this moment: looking down, his cock against Charles's ass, teasing, small movements that brush the head of his cock against Charles's hole where he's slick and open, open for Erik, and then that first push, as Charles's body stretches out even further to let him in, in in in, as Charles makes room inside himself for Erik like he's hungry for it, like there's nothing else he needs in the world but this - and the noise Charles makes, only here, only now, right at this first moment of penetration, soft and broken and perfect.
Or this moment: afterwards, lying together in the afterglow, and Charles still hasn't recovered enough to speak, not out loud, but it doesn't stop him from talking, murmuring sweet nothings endlessly into Erik's head. Sloppy and affectionate and unbridled, and Erik would swear he was drunk, except that alcohol doesn't affect Charles this way; it's only sex that does. Your body in my body, Charles says, curled around Erik like a vine, my mind in your mind. Symmetry.
Or this one, perhaps: listening to Charles prattle on to someone about their mutations, and it is perfectly innocent, but Charles's tone is always the same like this, bright and interested, curious and pleased and all Erik can hear is that same voice telling him that oh, darling, you do have the most marvelous cock..., all sincerity and satisfaction. A wonder and a delight; Charles can never get enough.
*****
It's this moment: looking down, his cock against Charles's ass, teasing, small movements that brush the head of his cock against Charles's hole where he's slick and open, open for Erik, and then that first push, as Charles's body stretches out even further to let him in, in in in, as Charles makes room inside himself for Erik like he's hungry for it, like there's nothing else he needs in the world but this - and the noise Charles makes, only here, only now, right at this first moment of penetration, soft and broken and perfect.
Or this moment: afterwards, lying together in the afterglow, and Charles still hasn't recovered enough to speak, not out loud, but it doesn't stop him from talking, murmuring sweet nothings endlessly into Erik's head. Sloppy and affectionate and unbridled, and Erik would swear he was drunk, except that alcohol doesn't affect Charles this way; it's only sex that does. Your body in my body, Charles says, curled around Erik like a vine, my mind in your mind. Symmetry.
Or this one, perhaps: listening to Charles prattle on to someone about their mutations, and it is perfectly innocent, but Charles's tone is always the same like this, bright and interested, curious and pleased and all Erik can hear is that same voice telling him that oh, darling, you do have the most marvelous cock..., all sincerity and satisfaction. A wonder and a delight; Charles can never get enough.
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