[ Erik's breath catches in his throat and he catches Charles lip between his teeth. He bites lightly, his hands wandering down Charles' sides and back up again. And then wind around his waist to just hold him close, breathe him in. Commit every tiny detail that might have slipped from his recollection to memory.
He lifts his head and looks at Charles, his eyes searching as he cups his face in his hand and strokes his cheekbone with his thumb. ]
If we were to have sex, could you feel it?
[ He asks quietly, his voice thick with guilt and concern. ]
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He lifts his head and looks at Charles, his eyes searching as he cups his face in his hand and strokes his cheekbone with his thumb. ]
If we were to have sex, could you feel it?
[ He asks quietly, his voice thick with guilt and concern. ]