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The club is hardly what Erik is expecting. After the train ride (while not long, had taxed him somewhat), he's grateful to finally be at their destination. He pries his hat off, hanging it up when they wander in the door, his mouth slightly agape at his surroundings. Charles had explained it to him, of course, but seeing it is far different than a thought.

He glances over his shoulder to where Charles is entering, gesturing inwards. "Shall we get a drink? Or right to seeking our girl out?"

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"You won't even have to take off your clothes," Erik says, given that a job where she can keep her clothes on seems to be something he knows he would rather do.

She nods since that is worth considering, "If I say yes, what happens. Is there a fancy black car to whisk us away?"

Charles smiles and shakes his head, "Not this time, train tickets back to Washington DC and a place to stay if you need it." He pulls the ticket from his pocket and shows it to her.

"No, I need to close up some things here, but I'll see you tomorrow. For now, bottle's yours and enjoy the club," This is an unexpected turn but one that could lead interesting places as a different sort of action happens in DC.

When she leaves, Erik turns to Charles and gives him a considering look. It's hardly the best result, but far from the worst. "She'll see us tomorrow," he says, but his attention quickly shifts to something else. "Of all the things you could do to show your powers to her. That? Really, Charles?"

"I was having fun and being relaxed. Raven tells me all the time that its good for me instead of being a terribly stuffy professor,"

He raises an eyebrow at Erik who didn't object that much to his choice.

"I find it curious that you like to imagine me dressed in women's clothing," Erik replies, his amusement lingering just below the surface. "Tell me. How detailed was it? Women's underwear, as well?"

"Not that detailed but thank you for the image. Dressing in drag is a fine tradition at Oxford could be one reason or I wasn't really thinking about it and chose something,"

He doesn't think it matters and he can feel the tickle of Erik's amusement.

"I see," Erik hums the words, wondering what might happen if he were to do it in real life, not that he has the inclination to or even the means. "Well, I suppose I ought to be rather glad you allowed me my own anatomy in your little display."

"That would be because I happen to like all of your anatomy,"

He takes a long drink of champagne, this isn't a conversation he ever expected to have.

"Yes, I have noticed that as well," Erik replies, given how Charles seems to be quite intent on it. "I especially like when you present physical demonstrations as to how much you enjoy it."

Charles leans over, running his hand up Erik's inner thigh as he sips his champagne,

"I enjoy being able to touch you and be close to you."

Erik's gaze slides down to the fingers and he shifts his body so the lines of it are more open to Charles. "Have you made the people ignore what's happening in this room, like on the train?"

"Its easier here as once you're in one of these rooms, there's the expectation of privacy and Angel has helped by doing her part in keeping people away. No one will disturb us unless we want more drinks or are ready to leave,"

As he talks, his hand caresses Erik's thigh.

If that's the case, then Erik is riding a high at their work and feels rather delighted at getting another mutant closer to their goals. "I believe you were mentioning your liking of my parts?" he reminds Charles politely. "Perhaps you could show me what you meant?"

"Oh yes,"

His glass is set on the table as Charles closes the small distance to kiss Erik on the lips as his hand moves up to caress him and gently unbutton his trouers.

Unbidden, Erik smiles into it, rather delighted for such a break in their usual routines. It's hardly what he had expected, when he'd been fished out of the ocean, but it's proving to be incredibly hard to ignore. He sends his thoughts outwards, a frisson of yes, very nice indeed.

Charles is enjoying it to and plans to take advantage of every one of these moments that he can. His hand moves quickly to press against Erik, working his hand underneath his trousers as he keeps kissing, soaking up Erik's thoughts.

Erik licks his lips, his breath growing shorter by the second. "You're very good at this," he feels inclined to mention, in case he forgets to do such a thing.

"I cheat, I pay attention to all your feelings,"

Then he starts to kiss down his neck though not as far as he'd like, but his other hand is busy and he can't undo Erik's tie.

Erik chuckles low at that, thinking that it must be a convenient gift to be able to pick up not only on thoughts but feelings as well. "Then surely you can sense what I'm very much appreciating all you do," he notes, after.

"Oh yes,"

Charles gently opens his mind to share with Erik some of his pleasure at making Erik feel this way and how it mixes with Erik's how appreciation. Then shifts positions to take Erik into his mouth, his tempo only slightly faster but his own desire is more.

It's a thing he's not accustomed to, this sharing of thoughts and emotions, his feelings so thoroughly returned to him in a unique and incredible manner. He can almost feel his own delight reverberating as a result, warm as he lays back and simply begins to enjoy.

Charles smiles as he works to find the right tempo and pressure to make Erik feel blissful.

Erik reaches back against the headboard, eyes falling shut as he lets himself fall into the rhythm of it, beyond pleased as he thinks of what Charles' mouth will look like when he's through with this. "You're so very good at this," he praises, voice already hoarse.

As his mouth is busy, Charles' answer is to stroke Erik's thigh and squeeze it gently.

Erik takes steady breaths as he reclines back, a pillow at his back to comfort him. He wonders at who might be watching, wonders what Angel must think of them, and then remembers that he absolutely doesn't care. "Keep going," he demands heatedly.