His breathing goes sort of funny the minute Erik pulls him closer, a short, breathless gasp of hair that he doesn't think to hold back. The man holding him is exquisite and Charles knows his attraction and affection shine from him like a beacon and so what would be the point in playing aloof? Charles fell the minute he threw himself overboard, pretending anything else would be ridiculous.
His free arm settles around Erik's waist, mapping out the trim curve of his body, the thing that makes his mouth run dry every time Erik so much as walks into a room. Charles is besotted with how he's built, his hands move everywhere they can because he is greedy for this and only this.
"I would have come for you," he murmurs, kissing the freckle just beyond Erik's mouth, "If I'd have known."
Because they'd told him that Erik could have gone home - he could not feel him - he'd had to assume. And yet, Charles thinks that if this happens again he will tear the place apart mind by mind just to get him back. He's not used to it, the fierce kind of protective urge, the madness that being in love brings.
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His free arm settles around Erik's waist, mapping out the trim curve of his body, the thing that makes his mouth run dry every time Erik so much as walks into a room. Charles is besotted with how he's built, his hands move everywhere they can because he is greedy for this and only this.
"I would have come for you," he murmurs, kissing the freckle just beyond Erik's mouth, "If I'd have known."
Because they'd told him that Erik could have gone home - he could not feel him - he'd had to assume. And yet, Charles thinks that if this happens again he will tear the place apart mind by mind just to get him back. He's not used to it, the fierce kind of protective urge, the madness that being in love brings.