[ Erik makes a low, pleased sound. That soft note of command in Charles' voice always makes his mind go blank. He kisses Charles, his mouth hard and hungry, before reaching for the lubricant. He slicks his fingers and lifts up on his knees, reaching back to prep himself. He breathes harder, his free hand, gripping the back of Charles' neck for balance, his thumb tracing his cheek. He doesn't look away. He wants to remember the way Charles looks at him.
He sinks a finger into himself, his lips parting as he breathes a little harder. ]
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He sinks a finger into himself, his lips parting as he breathes a little harder. ]