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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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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.

No one is watching or caring.

The thought is rushed as Charles is feeling the wonderful overwhelming pleasure that comes from satisfying Erik and sensing all of his emotions.

He can't stop himself from thinking that they are. His worry is quickly lost, though, as he breathes out and closes his eyes, closer and closer to the edge with every passing moment. "And if they are, I hope they are jealous."

Charles doesn't answer in words but Erik will feel the breath of a laugh as he finds the right movements to take Erik over the edge.

Erik gasps when he comes, having not expected it to happen so quickly, but perhaps he should stop underestimating Charles, at this rate. He is blinded and dazed, staring at Charles with the fondness he has accumulated for the man. "Incredible."

He wipes his mouth with his handkerchief and moves up to kiss Erik, his lips even redder as he beams at Erik, "Thank you."

Erik laughs at the look of him, kissing him as though he wishes to possess Charles, though he eases back with a skimmed look over his person. "Shall we retire to the hotel room?"

The kiss is hard to leave but Charles nods, "Yes, let's."

Erik is happy to do away with this place, but he stops Charles before he can reach the door. "Do you need tending to, before we go?" is his question, because it will be a journey, from here to there.

He is rather hard, but adjusts himself and says,

"I'll manage until we get there, it will give me something to look forward to."

Erik tips his head in a nod to indicate that it's rather a good idea and that he enjoys the thought of looking forward to it. "Well, you will have to tell me what you're looking forward to."

"In detail, I'll share a few ideas on the way,"

He is not going to say them aloud as they walk towards the hotel but he does project the image of the pleasure of both their suits coming off and the sweet anticipation of every touch.

Erik is rather pleased at the thought of his suit being peeled away and off of him, so delicately and cautiously. He rises to his feet, adjusting his trousers and gesturing for Charles to lead. "By all means, please lead," he says, hoping to make him have to adjust, as well.

At the moment, he's fine, that might change later but he has a lot of practice with tamping down his arousal until its safe.

The hotel isn't too far away and as he leads he projects another image that is a little more distracting, Erik pressed up against a wall and him climbing him, "As you remember, its not too far."

Erik gives Charles a displeased look, rather cross that he's being so utterly crude in his affections at the same time as he's absolutely pleased. "You're very crass in your own head," he notes. "Shame I enjoy it so much."

Charles smirks at the look and adds to the image, sharing his own desire to know all the long lines of Erik's body,

"I can be more elegant but you bring out unexpected sides of me."

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In the short time they've known each other, Erik is quite keen on believing that it is something that goes both ways. He is glad to be out of the club, happy to be in the fresh air, for he thinks it gives him a moment to calm his mind.

"Inelegant sides?" he taunts.

"The parts of me that push back at the world. Its not how I prefer to work but I keep doing it around you,"

No one is able to get him frustrated as quickly as Erik is in the contexts of their discussions and in the bedroom.

Erik is pleased to see someone bending to how he is; it speaks to a promising future together and working with Charles. He stops when his feet hit the sidewalk, unsure where the hotel is. "You booked the room," he says, in reminder.

"Yes, this way, its not far only two blocks,"

He gestures with his head and starts towards it, they're in an area of different feelings and the hotel is ever so slightly more upscale than the club.

Erik's pace isn't rushed, but it's hardly languid. He aims to reach the hotel as quickly as he can, but does not aim to look desperate. "And Angel? Is she still mulling the offer or has she decided utterly and completely?"

"She's decided, she feels like we'll present more options for her,"

The hotel is near and Charles already checked them in before they went to the club so all they have to do is walk in and up. No one gives them a second glance as its a busy night and Charles makes certain gazes slip off of them.

"Excellent," Erik replies, pleased with further success. "Does this mean we're done with our recruiting or are there more out there to track down?" If Erik had his way, they would possess an army of mutants to counter against the humans.

"No, this is just the beginning. I found three others that are good candidates, young, in an uncertain place in their life and wanting to do something. One will be a little tricky to get at, he's in prison at the moment, one's a cab driver and another's only recently graduated high school. We'll start with them but oh, Erik, there are so many mutants out there and I've heard them all through Cerebro,"

He unlocks the room door and shares with Erik glimpses of Alex Summers, Armando Munoz and Sean Cassidy that he's had from Cerebro as he loosens his tie.

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Erik parses through the young gentlemen his mind, thinking that of all of them, Summers holds the most promise -- though perhaps that's because Erik feels somewhat attuned to his situation, given his own affinity for having a temper.

He wanders into the room after Charles, swift and efficient as he disposes of his jacket and tie, draping them over a chair. "Later, though."