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It was a lazy day on Krakoa for once, a light rain falling outside as the sparse grey clouds rolled away slowly with the wind. It was probably Ororo's doing, a light rain to make the smell of rain and wet earth rise in the air, for the kids to play under the light rainfall, getting mud and grass on their clothes and skins — but also for the ones who missed it, that cozy feeling of rain falling outside, the drops making constant noise against the ceilings of their homes.
Erik had had plans of going outside to feel the rain on his skin, let the water wet his hair and glue it to his face, maybe find Lorna and convince her to do the same, to share a quiet moment with her now that he finally had the chance. It had been a while since he had gone outside in the rain. Instead, Charles had come over to his place, entering like he owned it with a smile that made Erik swoon more than he'd ever admit, eyes hidden by Cerebro as he walked towards Erik and asked if he could stay.
The answer had been yes, it would always be yes, now that he finally had Charles so close all the time. Too much lost time between them, they couldn't waste any more.
As the rain fell outside, they laid on Erik's bed, talking in quiet whispers and smiles, Charles' face now uncovered as Cerebro was placed neatly on a chair next to the bed, allowing Erik to look at him as much as he wanted, taking in the face of his lover as he laid his head over Erik's pillows, hand mindlessly playing with the locks of Erik's hair.
After a while, however, Charles had gotten up and started walking around the room, fidgety as always, and ended up going through Erik's clothes as they kept their conversation going.
There was a pause in Charles' words after a while, where he didn't respond anymore, making Erik frown. Charles' silence was accompanied by what Erik thought was an accidental telepathic exclamation; to what, Erik wasn't sure.
"Charles?" He called out, sitting up on the bed and looking over to where Charles was standing.
When the telepath turned around holding a small piece of clothing in his hands to show it to Erik, he understood the silence.
"Ah," Erik moved a little on the bed, definitely not feeling his cheeks warming up. "You found that."
"Why do you have booty shorts?" Charles questioned, his eyebrows up.
"Emma," he mumbled his answer, a quiet wave of surprise coming from Charles' mind. "I think she said something about rethinking my clothing choices- bringing back the sleeveless outfit and wearing those instead of pants to bring the slut I am on the inside to the outside."
Charles snorted at that, eyes going down to the booty shorts and running his fingers against the fabric.
"Of course Emma would say that," Charles mumbled, but his focus didn't seem to be in his own words as his eyes looked at the shorts.
Erik felt a chill run through his body as he saw the look in Charles' eyes shift, darkening as he gazed at the small piece of clothing he had in his hands, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. Erik knew already he'd be in for something.
"Have you ever tried it on?"
"No," Erik answered quickly, shaking his head. Charles' gaze was back on him, and the way he was grinning gave Erik an idea of what would come next.
"Well, why don't you try it right now?" He offered the shorts to Erik, his grin widening a bit more at his words. "Let's see if Emma got it right..."
Erik couldn't help the way his body reacted, goosebumps rising on his skin as he felt the first pinch of arousal just at the way Charles was looking at him. He had a mind to know that it probably wasn't all him, that Charles' own desire was seeping over to him by accident — maybe by accident — and making him react to both of their feelings.
Quietly, Erik moved to get up from the bed, a wave of his hand undoing the metal on his clothes so he would be able to undress as he walked towards Charles, and soon he stood in front of the telepath, completely naked, taking the shorts from Charles' hands. The whole time, Charles just smiled at him, a hungry gaze in his eyes.
The shorts were incredibly comfortable once it was on, although it left almost nothing to imagination, both in the front and backsides. The fabric was malleable, white like his current clothes were, and it was incredibly short — he felt that, if he bent over even just a bit, half of his arse would be exposed for the whole world to see, but he couldn't bring himself to care much about it as he saw the way Charles was staring at him. He looked absolutely thrilled, his mind now projecting his approval and a wave of lust that made Erik bite the inside of his bottom lip.
"Turn around." Not a request, a demand. Erik felt more goosebumps rising, although he couldn't help a grin. He liked when Charles got like that.
He did what Charles asked, slowly turning to let Charles have a view of his backside, and by the sharp inhale Erik heard, he knew the view was good. He bit his lip again as Charles' hand touched him, running across the only piece of fabric covering him and getting to the end of the shorts, letting his fingers brush the skin right under. Erik shuddered a little, however, when Charles' fingers reached under the fabric and pulled it up, leaving half of Erik's arse bared before squeezing it appreciatively.
"Remind me to thank Emma later," Charles mumbled, sounding a little dazed.
"I don't think she'll be happy to learn what her gift was used for."
"Or she'll be thrilled," Charles hummed, moving closer and placing a kiss on Erik's shoulder. His voice sounded like a whispered command as he said, "Lay on the bed. On your stomach."
There was no telepathic command in Charles' words, and yet Erik felt like he couldn't disobey that, walking towards the bed and making a show of laying down, feeling his lover's approval around him. For good measure, Erik pushed his hips up a bit, keeping his arse on display. He could feel the fabric of the shorts riding up slightly as he did so, and it wasn't long until he felt the bed dipping next to him as Charles' hands cupped his arse.
For a moment, it all just felt incredibly nice. He loved to be touched, loved when people took the time to explore his body and appreciate it, which Charles did more than once in the many years they had known each other. Erik still fondly kept the memories of their first night in Haifa, of Charles' hands and mouth exploring his body in a way only Magda had done before, careful and adoring; now, Charles did the same — although his attention was, for clear reasons, focused more on Erik's backside.
Erik bit his lip as he felt Charles' lips press against the skin right under the shorts, one of Charles' hands sneaking under the fabric again, moving and shifting inside the shorts until his thumb brushed against Erik's hole, making Erik gasp for a quick second at the shivers the feeling sent coursing through his body.
Charles smiled against the skin of Erik's thigh, the curving of his lips noticeable as he repeated the movement again, and again, and again, until Erik was pushing back against the small pressure of the finger teasing him, his hips thrusting against nothing as blood started to fill his cock, the shorts keeping it tightly trapped.
"Good boy," he heard Charles whisper. He held back the whimper that wanted to leave his lips, although the way his body reacted was enough for Charles to know he liked the praise.
That, and Charles could probably see it in his mind anyway.
Erik felt Charles moving his thumb against his hole once more, not trying to push it inside, only applying pressure enough so the idea was there, right before moving his hand away and pulling the fabric of the shorts up and to the side. As malleable as the fabric was, it was still a difficult feat to pull it like Charles was doing, and Erik gasped quietly as he felt the pressure against his cock and balls as the fabric was pulled taut.
When Charles' tongue licked against his hole, Erik wasn't able to hold back the moan.
It was incredibly sinful what Charles could do with his mouth, it always drove Erik insane, and that moment wasn't any different — although he could swear Charles had never felt so desperately hungry when he ate Erik out before. It didn't take long for Erik to start pushing back against Charles' mouth, feeling the way Charles' hand, the one not holding the shorts out of the way, held his arse tightly. There would be marks later, and he knew Charles would appreciate those later just as much as he would.
«Please, for the love of God,» Charles said in Erik's mind, hand moving to brush lightly against Erik's trapped cock and making him moan loudly at the touch. «Never take Emma's advice to make this into your outfit. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands away from you.»
"Why are you- ah- allowed to walk around in a fucking tight catsuit," Erik mumbled, his voice strained as he tried his best not to break out into moans in the middle of his words. "And I can't- fuck, Charles… I can't walk around in booty shorts?"
«Because I don't want to hear other people's thoughts about how they would love to bend you over and fuck you.» Charles' words were followed by a squeeze to Erik's cock, Erik's hips thrusting against the pressure to seek friction. «Imagine how much of a nuisance it would be to push all these people to look away from you?»
Erik wasn't really able to answer that, whimpering as he felt the loss of Charles' mouth on him, his hand leaving Erik's cock as well. Erik was about to complain, to tell Charles to touch him, when he noticed Charles moving quickly to take the lube he had stored, making Erik's entire body shudder as he realized what was coming next.
He heard the whispered command for him to spread his legs a little wider, Erik complying almost immediately as he felt Charles' fingers pressing against his hole, this time applying more pressure than before, until he was moving them in and out of Erik. Charles would usually take his time, make Erik fall apart slowly before getting rough with him, but not this time — he could hear the small puffs of air coming from his lover, as well as the quiet thrum of anticipation that seeped into Erik's mind as he fingered Erik thoroughly. This time, Charles made sure to open Erik up as quick as he could without hurting him, and yet still finding enough time to abuse Erik's prostate until Erik's thighs were shaking, his cock still very much trapped inside the fabric of the booty shorts, pulsating with want and dampening the fabric with pre-come.
He pressed his face against his pillow as he felt his body shaking a little while Charles' fingers retreated, hearing fumbling behind himself and finding strength enough to look behind himself and see Charles undressing, his prick already hard and red with just what he had done to Erik, and Erik couldn't help but feel proud of that. Charles smiled as he started to lube himself, a wave of amusement reaching Erik's mind, letting him know Charles had caught that thought.
Charles held his hips tightly after, one hand moving to pull away the fabric that had moved to try and do its job to cover Erik's arse, and soon Erik was closing his eyes and letting his mouth fall open at the pressure of Charles' cock entering him.
Charles seemed to be holding back, probably looking for any discomfort in Erik's mind and feeling the slight burn as Erik's hole stretched to accommodate him, but soon he was sheathed inside and grunting quietly as Erik grabbed at the sheets and clenched around the cock inside of him, feeling blissfully full.
There were images in his mind all of the sudden, of how he looked at that exact moment through Charles' eyes, and he wasn't able to hold back the gasp as he saw himself with his hips in the air, back slightly arched with a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin as Charles' thumb kept the fabric of the shorts stretched to the side to allow him to fuck Erik like he was doing. All the images were laced with a tinge of lust and approval, like Charles liked what he was seeing. Erik couldn't be more happy to know Charles was completely gone with the view he had of Erik.
When Charles moved, Erik couldn't help the moan that left his lips. They had done that countless times before, sometimes with Erik being fucked, sometimes with Charles writhing around Erik's cock, but each time still felt like a novelty, like something completely new and exciting, like each time was their first even if they knew each other's bodies as well as their own at this point. The dragging of Charles' cock inside of Erik was exhilarating, the sound of their skins meeting the most erotic thing Erik had ever heard, as well as the panting coming from Charles and the moans and gasps that left his own mouth whenever Charles moved the right way, brushing against his prostate and making him see stars — the noise of the rain outside was now only the background for those.
Charles' pleasure projected into the room, quiet unsaid praises making Erik's whole body shudder, small thoughts of how beautiful he looked or how much Charles loved this, loved him, making Erik moan and move his hips backwards to meet Charles' thrusts, too lost in the pleasure of it all to do anything else. He moved one of his hands downwards, moaning loudly as he touched himself through the fabric, feeling a few tears sprout from his eyes at the way his body seemed overwhelmed with the pleasure.
"Please," he begged quietly, feeling Charles lean forward just a bit more as his hips moved faster, that familiar feeling of Charles' orgasm building up making Erik feel weak as his thighs shook again. "Please."
"Use your words, love. Elaborate."
Erik whined, squeezing himself through the fabric of the shorts as he stroked himself faster. "Please, I'm so close- Fuck, don't stop."
"I wasn't going to."
Charles' hips moved as fast and hard he could, moans now leaving his mouth as he pounded into Erik. Erik, in return, closed his eyes as he felt himself closer and closer with each second, every nerve in his body singing as pleasure pooled at the bottom of his stomach. Even so, even if he felt like he was about to explode at any second, it was only when Charles' quiet command for him to cum was heard that his orgasm came, washing over him like a wave as his body went taut, clenching around Charles as his cock made a mess of the front of his shorts.
Charles didn't last long after that, coming with a thrust that made Erik's body move up the bed a bit and burying himself in Erik as he groaned loudly. Erik only swayed his hips a little, causing Charles to gasp quietly as he spilled himself inside of Erik.
He wasn't very surprised that, when Charles pulled out, all he did was cover Erik's arse with the shorts again and run an appreciative hand there. Erik felt completely used and dirty as he felt the warm cum leaving his hole and making a mess of the back of the shorts. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to complain about it as his body felt light from the orgasm.
As they laid together on the bed, the only noises now were their heavy breathing and the rain outside.
"Happy?" Erik asked, his voice slurred now as he felt tired. By his side, Charles huffed out amusedly.
"Very," Charles nodded, eyes closed as his chest moved up and down with each deep breath. Erik could stare at him like this for hours. "You?"
Erik smirked, seeing Charles' eyes narrow at him. "Yes. And now I'm planning on how to convince Emma to find you one of these as well."