"You idiot thing," Charles breathes, his whole body thrumming with untamed energy. He wants to touch, wants to pull Erik closer and show him but he's right - of course he is, he wears his flirtations like a shield and holds himself apart because he is free with his lips and his compliments. But Charles has never wanted like sex was a physical need, if he didn't get to touch and hold on then he might die.

"I didn't jump after you," he hums, finger tips touching his chest and then reaching out to mirror the action against Erik's own, blue eyes impossibly wide and almost terrified, "I was pulled."

A breath, "I have never been anything but."