His inhale is sharp and quick, mind turning to Erik's like leaves to the sun, his body following suit until there's but a breath of air between them. His pulse jumps and his gaze drops to his mouth, then follows the lines in his skin that might have been laughter marks in another life, holds his gaze a beat. His free hand settles soft at Erik's waist, not a firm grip, not yet - just the barest insistence of Charles want.

He makes a noise, soaks against the corners of Erik's thoughts like the tide, voice as low as the sea, "A great many things, Erik. I am fairly certain I couldn't settle for anything but all of you."

Thumb pressing against his hipbone through the fabric of cloth, smirk turning mischevious all at once because this is Charles and the beating of his heart might crash it's way out of his chest but he has a chance here.

"But I'll start easy, mm?" Tipping his chin up, "Kiss me."