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Let Me Whisper In Your Mind, Darling (Part 2/2)

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Part 2

From Emma Frost – 6:27pm How was your hot date with Charles, Sugar? You didn’t put out already, did you?

Erik let out a dismissive ‘hmph’ at Emma’s message, simply sending her a curt ‘fuck off’ and wafting his phone back down onto Charles’s coffee table, the telepath currently in the bathroom as they waited for their Chinese delivery to arrive.

As Erik looked around the room, he still couldn’t quite believe that he was here, in Charles’s apartment sprawled on his couch after having spent the better part of the afternoon lounging there and lazily making out with the other man.

They only pulled themselves off each other when Charles’s stomach grumbled, Erik’s glare at the offending organ making Charles laugh, inviting Erik to stay for dinner (or forever) by enticing him with ordering Chinese delivery. Erik didn’t waste a moment in whipping out his phone to order for them, giddy.

The doorbell to Charles’s apartment rang, and Erik heard Charles call out “Could you get that, darling? It’s probably dinner!” from the bathroom down the narrow hall, and Erik’s heart squeezed tightly – something about that was so familiar and so domestic, and images of many future nights staying in and ordering delivery with Charles surged up into the forefront of Erik’s mind.

He didn’t realise he was grinning his signature shark-like grin when he opened the door, the young and gangly delivery boy’s eyes widening in terror as he looked up at Erik’s face. The boy squeaked and basically threw their dinner at Erik, who just raised a brow and shoved the boy’s tip into his hands, watching as he scuttled off in a panic.

Erik had pulled out their food by the time Charles wheeled himself back into the open living space, pulling up to the dining table with a kiss pressed to the back of Erik’s hand, smiling up at him.

Erik almost collapsed then and there, but held himself together by quickly pushing Charles’s basic lemon chicken and rice to him, cloaking the magnitude 7.0 earthquake in his chest by rolling his eyes.

“Lemon chicken, really, Charles?” Erik teased, taking his own spicy Szechuan noodles out, Charles grimacing at the smell of spice wafting from it.

“Sue me, I’m English. Salt and pepper are spicy enough for us,” Charles said, looking at Erik’s red-toned dish apprehensively, before taking a bite out of his own bland meal and humming happily. “And besides, if you’re going to fuck me later, I don’t need my ass to be any hotter than it already is.”

Erik choked on his noodles, which now tasted ridiculously bland in comparison to the words that just fell from Charles’s lips. Charles shot Erik a smug look at the response he dragged from the man, who growled and stabbed his noodles with his chopsticks, standing up to lean over the small dining table and grab Charles’s chin, kissing him. Charles squealed and half-heartedly pushed Erik away. Charles’s mouth was a little sticky and tasted like lemon chicken, and for once, Erik didn’t mind the taste.

“Erik, your tongue’s on fire!” Charles whined when Erik pulled back after plundering Charles’s mouth. Erik’s heart flushed with affection when Charles stuck his light pink tongue out, eyes crinkling. “Christ, that’s spicy. How can you handle it?”

“You could work those lines of yours into an audio, you know,” Erik said, smirking. Charles grinned, before taking a spoonful of lemon chicken and rice and slowly pushing it into his mouth. He wrapped his mouth around the cuff of his spoon and slid it out, before dropping his head back to reveal the smooth column of his pale neck. Charles then pushed a low, long moan from his throat as he chewed, and the morsel of noodles Erik was about to put into his own mouth slipped limply from his hovering chopsticks, his eyes trained on the way Charles’s throat bobbed when he swallowed.

“Mmm, tastes so good,” Charles purred, licking his lips with a wet smack, red mouth and voice completely obscene. Erik felt his cock jump up in interest at the sight and sounds. Charles picked up on the arousal now clouding Erik’s mind, chuckling. “Darling, maybe after we eat, I can show you how I make an audio. You can have a, should we say, behind the scenes look?”

“Gott, yes,” Erik said quickly, shovelling his noodles into his mouth at a rapid pace, not even feeling the burn in his mouth when his cock was now burning in his pants. Charles grinned, and the two ate – Charles made conversation, sometimes dropping in suggestive innuendos just to see Erik wriggle, and soon their meals were done and the containers thrown into the bin, Charles directing Erik to his bedroom. Erik’s mind went directly into the gutter at that point (or long before it, if he were being honest), but then he saw the computer and microphone set up on a desk pushed up against the wall.

“It’s a little squeezy, sorry,” Charles said, gesturing to a chair covered with some clothes in the corner. “You can just dump all of that on the floor somewhere and pull the chair up to my desk. Or just sit on the bed, that’s relatively clear of debris. Sorry, I don’t, uh, usually have people over. In my room. So it’s a mess. Sorry.” Charles looked a little sheepish at his admission, but Erik’s heart just sang, some of the metal in the room humming in response.

Erik ended up just plopping himself on Charles’s bed like he suggested, probably the better option since there wasn’t really enough room for them to squeeze together at Charles’s desk. Charles clicked a few things and booting up his computer while Erik settled on Charles’s soft comforter.

“I’ve been meaning to film a sequel to my ‘caught my roommate masturbating’ audio,” Charles said offhandedly, like he wasn’t keenly aware of how Erik’s body was slightly stiff. Charles turned from the computer screen to look at Erik, gleam in his eye, as he spoke again. “You know the one, right?”

How could Erik forget?

It was one of the audios Erik had often returned to, and was in the number 1 slot of his top 5 ProfessorXXX audios, because Erik had a ranking – not that he would admit that to Charles. Not yet, anyway.

Erik’s ranking was as follows:

[M4M] I catch you masturbating while screaming my name and let you fuck me senseless [roommates][college][begging]

[M4A] Edging myself for over an hour and cumming so hard I cry [masturbation]

[M4M] You’re under my control, darling [telepathy][dom][bondage][hardcore][aftercare]

[M4M] I’ve been a naughty boy, officer [cop-roleplay][bondage][rough]

[M4A] In depth review of the Lelo Tor 2 cock ring and the Lelo HUGO prostate massager (spoiler: I cum hard. Twice.) [maturbation][sextoyreview][sponsoredbyLELO]

This list had been carefully curated after many months of thorough experimentation. Erik had good reasons as to why each of these were in his top 5, though at the rate he had been going, he had contemplated extending it to a top 10. That’s how good ProfessorXXX’s videos were – there were no videos that were bad (Erik had come at least once to every video in Charles’s extensive portfolio), but there were definitely ones that stood out amongst the others.

Of course, Erik did love Charles’s mutant-centric works a great amount, but that was more out of his appreciation for the respectful way Charles made them and the pro-mutant support they provided. His top 5, however, were based solely on how quickly and devastatingly they could make Erik come.

In the number 5 spot was one video in Charles’s relatively new sex toy review series, aptly labelled ‘SexToys 101 with ProfessorXXX’. The videos were a mixture of informative, light and sexy, usually starting with an endearing moan-free spiel from ProfessorXXX about the features of whichever device he was trying out that session, often throwing in amusing anecdotes and genuinely well-thought-out points about the device’s pros and cons. That would eventually lead to ProfessorXXX trying out the devices, getting himself off with obscene moans that Erik could listen to forever. Erik may or may not have ordered the Lelo Tor 2 and Lelo HUGO right after using ProfessorXXX’s promo code [ProfX20] – the man had given the products a final grade of A+, after all.

Audio number 4 was, by nature, quite cheesy, but Charles played a naughty law breaker so well. He was flirty, he was impish, and he knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted from his listener, whom he referred to as ‘Officer’. Even though he wasn’t supposed to be the one in power, he completely subverted it and everyone knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, even if you were the one knuckle deep inside him (audibly, of course).

Number 3 was on the list was for whenever Erik was particularly angry and frustrated after a tiring day. Sometimes he would be in a mood because of Professor Shaw, or if he had a run-in with a mutantphobic bastard on campus. More often than not, though, it would be after a laborious shift at work after his boss had solidified his spot as ‘Number 1 Prick’ in another one of Erik’s mental lists.

Number 3 was, potentially, one of the more intense videos Charles has made; in it, ProfessorXXX was forceful, rough, and treated Erik like he was a plaything. And Erik loved it. That video was singlehandedly responsible for initiating Erik’s telepathy kink (especially now that he knew that Charles, an actual telepath, was ProfessorXXX). What he loved about it even more, though, was that even though the audio was exceptionally rough and, at times, absolutely brutal, it still respected ideas about consent. Erik’s anger was always obliterated the moment he came using that video, and the aftercare ProfessorXXX included at the end in his soothing English accent always wiped away Erik’s worries.

The number 1 and 2 spots were, expectedly, difficult to assign. Number 2 was just a filthy audio of Charles moaning wantonly, cursing whenever he would stop himself from coming, and with every one of Charles’s whimpers Erik would just strip his cock harder and harder. It was simple, and there were no plotlines or roles, but still so, so hot. Simple could never go wrong, not when you were ProfessorXXX.

The blessed Number 1 audio had probably just pipped the edging clip to take the top spot because it struck the hidden desire in Erik for some kind of… relationship. Erik could imagine that he really was the person ProfessorXXX spoke to, and whenever the audio got to the part where ProfessorXXX found the listener jerking themselves off, he would truly imagine the man walking into his dingy bedroom and having his way with him. He hadn’t been able to picture someone’s face, but now that he knew it was Charles…

‘Oh, Gott,’ Erik cursed mentally, at Charles’s words. Charles chuckled, knowing immediately that Erik definitely knew the video he was referring to.

“In the sequel, I was thinking about it going the other way. The listener would find me, mm, touching myself… maybe with a butt plug buried deep in my ass, and, well… I think you can imagine where it would go from there,” Charles said, biting his plush lower lip sultrily, Erik swallowing. Erik could already feel his cock stirring, beginning to fill out the front of his pants.

“Sounds… Sounds like an interesting audio,” Erik pushed out, voice only a little strained.

“Mm, I’m glad that you think so. As my number one fan, I’m sure you know what the people want,” Charles said, smirking while pushing his microphone around a little so he could partially turn to face Erik. Most of the microphone was made of metal, and Erik sent out a wisp of his powers; he could feel the metal warm under Charles’s fingertips, and the way his breath fanned across it. Erik licked his lips, suddenly very thirsty.

“What… What microphone are you using?” Erik asked, trying to pretend that he wasn’t as affected as he was, but failing miserably considering the way his eyes weren’t looking at the microphone at all, but at the pink tongue darting out of Charles’s mouth to swipe at his lower lip.

“Blue Yeti Pro,” Charles answered through a smile, and Erik couldn’t help but think ‘that sounds like it could be the name of a sex toy, fuck’. If you stretched your imagination enough, for Charles and his voice, the microphone really could be considered a sex toy. “And, if we’re talking shop, it’s a pretty good microphone. It records in stereo and bi-directional sound well, so if I…” Charles leaned in close to the microphone, demonstrating, “wanted to sound like I was whispering into your left ear, I could just do this.” Charles let out a puff of a breath to the left of the microphone, and Erik could imagine him doing so directly to him, those red lips at his ear, maybe brushing against his earlobe. And maybe he could, because through Erik’s metal-sense, he felt that brush of air. Erik’s face grew hot.

“Sounds technical,” Erik said after clearing his rough voice with a small cough, Charles smiling.

“Mm, well, I could explain to you some more technical things, but that would be quite dry. Giving you a demonstration, on the other hand, would be much easier. And, potentially, a lot wetter,” Charles said, winking as Erik cursed silently.

“Okay,” was all Erik was able to supply, rearranging his body on Charles’s bed so he sat up against the backboard, propped up comfortably with Charles’s pillows that smelled like his shampoo. It didn’t help that the entire bed smelled like Charles, or that the man himself was sitting in the cramped room with that bloody mischievous and alluring smile on his face.

“This is my first time recording with someone watching me, for obvious reasons,” Charles said slowly, eyeing Erik with his piercing blue gaze. “So, again, bear with me.”

“Okay,” Erik said again, and he felt like a complete dolt with a one-word vocabulary. “How… How do you usually start?”

“Depends on the audio, but for this one… well, it starts with you catching me jerking myself off,” Charles said, slowly beginning to unbutton his trousers, making Erik’s eyes bug out.

“Oh. Do you usually… actually… touch yourself when you make these?” Erik asked, Charles laughing lightly, shrugging as he lifted the weight of his lower body with one flexed arm and pulling his pants down with the other, the movement so smooth Erik was captivated.

“Sometimes, if I feel like it,” Charles said, winking. “Obviously, at times I have to fake it, but… well, I have pretty good wank material sitting right in front of me right now. It would be a shame to waste it.”

“Charles,” Erik groaned, cock definitely interested now. Charles just grinned, pulling open one of his desk drawers, pursing his lips for a moment before grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube and a vibrating cock ring (the infamous Lelo Tor 2, which Erik had tucked into his top bedside drawer as well). Before Charles closed the drawer, he noticed a fucking pale blue ribbed butt plug sitting on top of a pile of other interesting things. That butt plug probably had a different name, but considering its size, Blue Yeti Pro would have fit it very well.

‘Another time,’ Erik vowed to himself. Charles must have caught that thought, because he sent Erik a very, very detailed projection about how he had used that butt plug a past time.

“Charles, you’re going to kill me,” Erik complained, pulling at the fabric of his pants around his thighs, the slight friction making him shiver. Charles just smirked, pressing record on his computer.

‘Try to keep quiet, darling. I can’t have the microphone picking up your voice, it would be a nightmare to edit later,’ Charles pushed into Erik’s mind. ‘If you’re too loud, I might have to gag you.’

“Fu-” Erik started, Charles silently laughing when he slapped his hand over his mouth, catching himself. ‘I can keep quiet, I was just caught off guard. Gott.’

‘Mhmm. We’ll see about that, darling. Well, I should begin actually recording – I’ll have to cut the first minute of the clip, but that’s easy. Hm, how should I start, Erik? You seem like the type who likes to just get to the juicy parts quickly,’ Charles said, corner of his mouth curving upwards as he slowly pulled his flaccid cock out, beginning to stroke himself with a firm grip, being quite rough with his pretty uncut member.

Now that Erik knew that a stronger touch was needed for adequate stimulus, the metalbender was not surprised with the eagerness and aggressive touch Charles dealt himself, and was incredibly turned on. Charles’s eyes were locked with Erik’s, pupils dark and wide and rimmed with a thinning ring of azure blue. Erik could feel his pants growing tighter, blood draining south, and was pleased to see that Charles’s own cock was beginning to fill out as well.

‘I do usually skip to the main event when I watch porn, but not when I listen to you,’ Erik admitted, allowing himself to drag his palm across his bulge, Charles’s eyes dropping from his face when he noticed the movement. Charles’s breath caught, the sound picked up on the microphone, the colourful soundwave on the computer screen jumping slightly.

‘Mm, thank you. I, myself, quite like a slow build… foreplay is important,’ Charles said telepathically, parting his lips to lets out a louder gasp into the microphone as he continued to stroke up and down his cock, which was more than half-hard now. Charles let go of his member for a moment, but only so he could coat his hand with a generous amount of lube, making sure he held the bottle close to the microphone to capture the obscene squelch. Charles’s slicked-up hand returned to his cock, and he moaned.

‘You’re so beautiful, Charles, it’s unfair. Illegal,’ Erik groaned mentally, pushing the image of Charles stroking himself in his vision towards the telepath, who let out another affected noise.

‘Is that how you see me? You flatter me again, darling,’ Charles said, his cock now coaxed to full hardness under his palm, the sight of Erik tented pants and Erik’s mental affirmations sending his heart into a flurry.

Erik watched, enraptured, as Charles continued to let out breathy moans mixed with the occasional gasp or murmured ‘fuck’, before he picked up the cock ring from his desk with his un-lubed hand. It was unfortunately that it was coated in silicone – Erik could only imagine how a metal cock ring would feel to him, how he would be able to sense Charles’s heat straining against it and every pleasured twitch of the man’s member as Erik touched him.

One day.

Charles slid the cock ring on, which would not only add to his pleasure, but help prolong his hard-on. When Charles turned the device on, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine, he let out a loud, drawn-out groan. Though the device was wrapped in silicone, there were still some metal fittings on the inside, and Erik could also feel the vibrations, making him have to bite his lip to remain silent.

“So good,” Charles dropped under his breath, the recorded soundwaves spiking before returning to the steady low-level rhythm of Charles’s breaths and moans. ‘I can see you palming yourself through your pants, darling. Are you hard? Dripping?’

‘Fucking sopping wet,’ Erik grumbled back mentally, Charles letting out a huff of a laugh, smiling. ‘And aren’t your listeners supposed to catch you in the act sometime soon?’

‘Mm, impatient,’ Charles purred into Erik’s mind, letting out a few more lewd moans as he did so. ‘Would you like to help me act that out? I’ve never had a co-star before.’

‘Gott, Charles,’ Erik groaned, unzipping his pants with his powers and pulling out his own dick, head already slick with pre-cum. He hadn’t lied – his briefs were sopping wet (again), and the sight of it made Charles let out a low “Mm, amazing” into the microphone. ‘What do you want me to do, Charles?’

‘Use your powers to open the door – try to make it loud, so the mic can pick up the sound,’ Charles said, Erik’s mouth quirking up, turned on but also a little amused. Charles bit back a laugh as well, just raising his brow at Erik as if he were saying ‘are you game?’ Erik just smirked, raising his unoccupied hand and twisting his wrist a little, the door to Charles’s bedroom opening loudly. Erik made sure to open the door hard enough so that it clunked against the door stop on the opposing wall, Charles smiling as he saw the spike in the recording soundwaves.

“Oh my God!” Charles suddenly exclaimed, his whole face showing the surprise he was acting through, blue eyes impossibly wide, though they sparkled with mirth at the situation. Erik had to cover his chuckle with his fist, eyes warm as they regarded Charles pretending to have been caught jerking off by his supposed roommate, friend and fictional lover. “What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be back until later, and don’t you know how to knock? What do you mean- I’m just- You- Close the door!”

Charles paused, pretending like his imaginary roommate was speaking. Erik stifled his laugh again, flicking his wrist to slam the bedroom door shut again.

‘What an adorably shocked roommate you are, Charles,’ Erik mentally projected, words light with amusement. Charles rolled his eyes a little at Erik after almost bursting out laughing.

‘Don’t spoil this for me, Erik,’ Charles said, sending his mental reply with a playful poke. ‘If you keep making me laugh, editing is going to be a nightmare.’

‘I’d rather be responsible for making you moan,’ Erik replied simply, gripping his cock and giving it two pumps up and down, licking his lips. Charles looked dazed for a moment, like the sight of Erik beginning to stroke himself was too much for him to compute. Charles’s mouth opened, but then he closed it again, eyes determined and decisive.

“Fuck the audio,” Charles suddenly said, struggling to wheel himself closer to the edge of the bed with his non-lubed hand, before parking it at his bedside.

“Yeah, fuck the audio,” Erik echoed, grinning with all of his teeth and leaning over to help haul the telepath onto the bed, kissing him with vigour. ‘Fuck me instead.’ Charles let out a desperate whimper as Erik’s tongue traversed his mouth, reaching down to flick his finger at Charles’s slick and engorged cock that hung stiffly from the opening of his trousers. The organ thrummed with the tremor of the cock ring, and Erik’s own moan was smothered by Charles’s tongue as he gripped Charles’s cock.

“I listened to your review of this,” Erik said, voice low as he pumped Charles’s cock, lingering on the cock ring around its base. Erik tugged on it with his powers. Charles gasped, gripping Erik’s shoulders tightly while the metallokinetic grinned, leaning down to Charles’s ear to nibble on his earlobe, murmuring quietly. “I’ve bought it and tried it myself. You were a very convincing sales rep, Charles.” With that, Erik swiped his thumb over Charles’s slit, the man lurching forwards, face buried in Erik’s neck, breath searing.

“You’re my number one fan, aren’t you?” Charles said, sliding his hands up Erik’s shirt, fingers casting lines of heat across Erik’s abdomen. The telepath’s hands started to bunch up the fabric in his fingers, before Erik helped him pull the fabric swiftly over his head, throwing it onto the ground.

“Your biggest fan,” Erik agreed, and Charles raised a brow, eyes immediately dipping down to Erik’s crotch.

“Mm. My biggest fan indeed,” Charles replied, Erik growling and kissing Charles again, fingers hastily unbuttoning the man’s crinkled white shirt. Soon, Charles’s shirt was also discarded atop Erik’s on the floor. Erik wasted no time getting his lips on Charles’s neck, collarbone, and shoulder, eventually wrapping his expert mouth around one of Charles’s peaked pink nipples.

“God, j-just-” Charles stammered, suddenly at a loss for words, at least audibly. ‘God, Erik. Did you mean it before? When you said that I should fuck you instead?’ Charles’s mental voice was a little frantic, laced with a hum of thick arousal that was almost painful.

“Fuck yes,” Erik said, removing his mouth from Charles’s chest and moving back up to kiss his lips, a little softer now. “I want that, as much as you do. Maybe even more.”

“I really doubt that, darling,” Charles laughed, breathless. ‘With the cock ring, I should be able to last… But fuck, we have to prep you first, Erik.’

“I can do that. Lube?” Erik breathed out, pupils blown. Charles told him he had another bottle in his side drawer, along with condoms. Erik threw Charles a condom, and the man rolled it over himself slowly, chewing on his reddened lower lip as he watched Erik kneel in front of him on the bed, drizzling a copious amount of lube onto his fingers.

Charles pulled himself up with his strong forearms to sit up with his back against the backboard like Erik had been doing earlier, hand slowly stroking his throbbing cock as he watched Erik reach back, fingers disappearing in an out of him.

Erik let out a gruff groan as he fingered himself quickly, wanting nothing more than to get Charles’s thick cock inside him. It was lucky for him that he had fingered himself in the shower the night before, so he wasn’t as tight as he would have usually been.

“You’re beautiful, Erik,” Charles whispered reverently as he watched Erik spread himself, two fingers disappearing in and out of him, soon turning into three. Erik leaned forward to kiss Charles again, the man’s hands looping around Erik’s neck to deepen the kiss.

“Fuck, Charles. I’m ready, I need your cock,” Erik mumbled, pulling his fingers out of him and lamenting the loss of the feeling of being filled – but not for long. Charles had nodded, pulling Erik closer and closer until the taller man straddled his motionless thighs, hand reaching between them to apply some more lube to Charles’s cock, before guiding it to his stretched hole.

Charles stopped breathing for a moment when he felt his sensitive head nudge at Erik’s rim. Charles and Erik stared at each other, Charles cupping Erik’s cheek and feeling the ginger stubble sprouting there. The two leaned forwards to meet in a sloppy kiss as Erik lowered himself down, Charles’s cock sliding in.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Erik groaned as Charles’s thickness filled him, stretching at his ass, hard and full and twitching. Charles just let out a choked noise, marvelling at how tight Erik felt around him.

“You feel so good, Erik,” Charles whimpered once he was fully sheathed inside Erik’s heat, hips flush. Erik couldn’t manage to say anything completely coherent, so he just grunted and began moving his hips. Charles moaned out loud and in Erik’s mind with every swivel and jerk of Erik’s hips as he rode him like it would be the last thing he ever did, and when Erik couldn’t hold back the cry as Charles’s cock brushed against his prostate, Charles almost came then and there.

‘If not for the cock ring…’ Charles’s mental voice crooned, strained and frazzled as his mind began to blank at the sensations Erik was drawing out of him.

“Can I take the cock ring off you now?” Erik groaned, the obscene slapping of their hips resonating through the air as Erik panted. “I’m gonna come, I want you to come with me. Inside me.”

“Yes,” Charles managed to get out, gripping Erik’s shoulder in a vice-like grip with one hand, the other fisting the bedsheets beneath him. “Yes, yes. I want that too, darling. Erik. Fuck. Fuck.”

‘You do tend to start swearing more when you’re getting closer to coming. I guess you never faked that in your audios,’ Erik said a little smugly as he pulled himself off Charles’s cock, but only so he could use his powers to pull the ring off Charles’s dick, the telepath almost sobbing at how it felt the moment Erik impaled himself on his cock again, riding him until they were both seconds away from coming.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, God, oh, yes, Erik,” Charles chanted, scrabbling at Erik’s shoulders and neck to pull him down into a messy, open-mouthed kiss that was as unravelled as the erratic movement of Erik’s hips, the metalbender teetering at the edge. The metal in Charles’s room began to hum inadvertently, Erik groaning into Charles’s mouth.

“I’m coming,” Erik grunted, Charles letting out a choked cry as he came at Erik’s words. It was that sound that pulled Erik over the edge as well, spilling white against his stomach as well as Charles’s.

Charles slid down from where he was sitting on the bed, Erik slumping heavily against him. They were both coated with a thin sheen of sweat, stomachs sticky with cum, hair mussed and lips bruised. Erik didn’t think he could move, his ass throbbing with a delicious ache that he hoped he would feel for a while after, the pang allowing him to remember how Charles felt inside him.

The two men lay there, completely fucked out, until Charles let out a light snort.

“Well, that audio is ruined. I can’t edit my way out of that,” Charles laughed, his words laboured as he struggled to catch his breath. Erik chuckled above him, pushing himself off Charles’s boneless form, his weight pressing down on him likely not helping his lungs at all. Erik did let his head rest on Charles’s rising and falling chest though, enjoying the thumping of the man’s heart beat beneath his ear. Charles chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Erik’s slightly damp hair, before pausing.

‘What are you thinking about, Charles? I could tell that you had some sort of epiphany,’ Erik said, almost purring as Charles began to card his fingers through Erik’s locks.

“Instead of a regular roleplay audio, I could label it as an ‘overhead sex’ audio. I’d have to edit out our names and change the title of the video to something else first, of course,” Charles said, chuckling to himself at the idea. Erik hummed, questioning.

“So instead of ‘My super-hot roommate caught me jerking off so I let him ride me’ you’d name it…”

“My super-hot boyfriend walked in on me making an audio so I let him ride me,” Charles replied smoothly, Erik letting out a snort, pushing himself onto his elbows to look at Charles fondly.

“Sounds like something I’d listen to,” Erik said, Charles letting out a loud, eye-crinkling laugh, and Erik couldn’t be blamed for leaning down to kiss the adorable man breathless once again.

‘And ‘boyfriend’. I like the sound of that too.’

***

Erik ended up staying the night, much to Charles’s pleasure. Even though they had only met in person for the first time that day, it had felt like they had known each other for much longer than that. It wasn’t hard for Charles to begin imagining living days far into the future with Erik. Erik was everything Charles wanted, and he was so wonderful that Charles wondered if this was just one elaborate dream, and that the moment he would wake in the morning, Erik would be gone.

When Charles woke up, though, Erik’s arms were still draped around him loosely, sleeping quietly beside him. Charles’s heart swelled with happiness, relief and affection, curling the arm that was growing a little numb under Erik’s neck to card through the man’s hair.

Charles lay on his back, Erik’s head nestled into the crook of his neck and arm lying over his chest. Erik’s hair, mussed from sleep, tickled at the stubble growing on his Charles’s chin, and the telepath smiled to himself and nuzzled his face into Erik’s hair.

Charles felt Erik stir, the taller man releasing a groggy, sleep-laden groan.

“Good morning,” Charles said quietly, voice also rough with sleep. Erik blinked for a moment, grey eyes surveying his surroundings and for a brief second he seemed confused, before remembering where he was and smiling.

“Morning,” Erik said, shuffling in the bed so he straddled Charles’s thighs, sitting above him in all of his shirtless glory. Charles laughed, curling his finger in a movement to signal Erik to lean down and kiss him, which the metallokinetic did with relish.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” Charles murmured against Erik’s mouth, not minding the roughness of their shared stubble or the slight tang of morning breath.

“Don’t think I can get used to your morning breath, though,” Erik teased, Charles gasping in feigned offense and hitting Erik’s chest, the man laughing. Erik moved to kiss Charles again, but Charles refused, shoving at Erik’s chest with a smile, saying that ‘if you’re bothered by morning breath, then no more morning kisses for you’. Charles only relented when Erik took back his words with a slight pout, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.

They had spent most of that morning and afternoon in bed, only getting out to have lunch and watch a movie together, before Erik left for his shift at the late-night café. Charles ended up joining him at his work at around nine, and Erik felt that his job had never been less tedious with Charles there, not when he would come by the telepath’s table near the counter to refill his tea, sneaking in a kiss or two every time.

That day had been the beginning of a series of days and weeks that soon became a month and then two. Considering the two men had fallen for each other just by messaging through an audio porn app, it came as no surprise to anyone that they became attached to the hip from that day on.

Erik began spending a lot of his down time at Charles’s apartment, much to the displeasure of Raven, who had walked in on them sucking face more often than she would have liked. It wasn’t that Raven wasn’t happy for her brother. She was, even if every time she would catch her brother staring down at a message Erik with the goopiest, most syrupy smile she had ever seen she would make loud gagging noises, which Charles adamantly ignored, too wrapped up in thoughts of Erik to care.

They made the most out of their free time during the summer break; since Charles didn’t have any TA work, he had an ample amount of time to spend with Erik, as well as create more audios. Erik had begun to sit in on some of Charles’s recording sessions, Charles often having to pause the recording to release the pent-up tension in the room. Erik was distracting, especially when Charles could see him palming himself on his bed in the corner of his eye as he recorded. Recording took a lot, lot longer, but Charles’s fans have noted that his work has been much hotter lately.

Erik usually dedicated his days to spending time with Charles, not only because listening to him record audios was the second most erotic thing to exist (after actually having sex with Charles, of course), but to also just relax in Charles’s company. Contrary to Raven and Emma’s beliefs, when Charles and Erik were alone, they didn’t just spend their time fucking each other (though that did take up a significant fraction of their time, much to their delight and their friends’ exasperation). Charles and Erik, more often than not, just enjoyed each other’s company.

They played chess, watched terrible rom-coms while Erik mocked the blundering couples, read books with their legs draped over each other on the couch, or simply just lay in bed and talked.

Charles often caught himself thinking ‘is this really my life, now?’. It would hit him at random times, sparked by the most innocuous of things. Sometimes, it would wash over him when he watched Erik’s back as the man loomed over his low cooktop, flipping pancakes for the two of them dressed in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants. Or, it would be when Erik would come back to his apartment after his shift at midnight with a box of leftover cake tucked under his arm, the man kicking off his shoes and dropping a kiss to the top of Charles’s head before asking if he wanted the chocolate mousse cake or the lemon tart.

Other times, it would be when they were having sex, and Erik would undo him with his hands and tongue and cock, taking more care than anyone ever before, and giving Charles a smug ‘yeah, I did that’ grin afterwards. And then, there were the times when he would just catch Erik staring at him, a small smile on his face that matched the one on Charles’s whenever he caught himself thinking ‘is this really my life, now?’.

Charles knew what that smile of Erik’s meant, because he has found it on his face far too many times to count.

It’s a ‘God, this is my life now’ smile mixed with an ‘I’m so lucky to have met you’ look.

Or, in simpler terms – an ‘I love you’ smile.

That was something Charles never really said in his audios, because it was something he reserved for Erik, and Erik alone. And when he would whisper it into Erik’s ear and Erik’s mind, Charles would feel the surge of love pulsing through Erik, the man whispering it straight back into his heart.

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