Erik impresses that more or less into Charles' mouth, since talking is no reason to stop exchanging momentum-sloppy kisses, the kind that hit more the side of the mouth or the cheek or the jaw without really caring; the point is to touch. He puts aside his usual precision for as long as it takes to do that, rolls over onto his back and takes Charles with him, looking up into that face, the ridiculous red mouth and tired blue eyes; he looks older than the last time Erik saw him, and he pushes back the fall of hair from over his forehead.
Charles' sensitivity about the burgeoning grey streak in his hair is one of those things Erik's never known what to do with, it was always a sign that that was all Charles had ever had to worry about, with his gentle academic life. Now it seems fragile, something startlingly vulnerable, as if the telepath were the one who'd disappeared. Erik hadn't known he could lose him.
It's too much sentimentality, he can't indulge as much for very long, can't imagine how stupidly soft his face must look contemplating Charles from this angle. So he rocks his hips upward instead, because he is the worst cheat of all time. "At the risk of sounding like I only want you for your body--" ...since that's ever a concern, "no more talking. Unless you do go utterly mad and decide to detail a fantasy or two. I've always liked librarians, I think a professor will do in a pinch."
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Erik impresses that more or less into Charles' mouth, since talking is no reason to stop exchanging momentum-sloppy kisses, the kind that hit more the side of the mouth or the cheek or the jaw without really caring; the point is to touch. He puts aside his usual precision for as long as it takes to do that, rolls over onto his back and takes Charles with him, looking up into that face, the ridiculous red mouth and tired blue eyes; he looks older than the last time Erik saw him, and he pushes back the fall of hair from over his forehead.
Charles' sensitivity about the burgeoning grey streak in his hair is one of those things Erik's never known what to do with, it was always a sign that that was all Charles had ever had to worry about, with his gentle academic life. Now it seems fragile, something startlingly vulnerable, as if the telepath were the one who'd disappeared. Erik hadn't known he could lose him.
It's too much sentimentality, he can't indulge as much for very long, can't imagine how stupidly soft his face must look contemplating Charles from this angle. So he rocks his hips upward instead, because he is the worst cheat of all time. "At the risk of sounding like I only want you for your body--" ...since that's ever a concern, "no more talking. Unless you do go utterly mad and decide to detail a fantasy or two. I've always liked librarians, I think a professor will do in a pinch."