It's easy to fit himself on top of Erik's angular and strong frame, his hands against his chest and his mouth pressing sweet, lost kisses into his jawline. Everything about Erik is firm but there's a frailty there too, he's lean and wispy under fingertips and Charles wants to keep him safe from everything. It flutters inside him, this urge, this romantic need to keep the man beneath him alive and well, to do everything in his power to give him the life it deserves. He keeps it cordoned off in his mind though, knows how well it would be received, but Erik can probably tell from just touch alone, the greedy desperation that settles into his skin as he hums and tastes the flutter of a pulse with his tongue.

He laughs though, a low giddy thing, lifts his head to stare at Erik blue eyed. "Do you know just the other day I was mistaken for a librarian?" Eyes crinkling at the corner, "So you wouldn't have far to look, really."

Nipping Erik's lower lip then smoothing along with his tongue, playful and teasing all of a sudden. He moves his hips, a little rolling motion that essentially grinds down against the other man, hands shifting to his ribs and dragging his fingernails down his sides lightly, "I must admit now I have a longing for the library back home. The things we could have gotten up to."