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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 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."

Edited 2014-07-08 23:34 (UTC)

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."

"Yes, we've no rush tonight," Once he's certain the door's closed, Charles takes off his tie and jacket resting them on another chair as he watches Erik.

Erik takes his time, though now he's aware that what he's doing is for Charles, a show put on for him. Each button is popped loose very methodically and he levels a knowing smirk on Charles as he works.

The show is unexpected, but he likes that Erik is doing something different and steps forward. Once all the buttons are undone, he runs his hands over Erik's chest, using his hands to open the shirt the rest of the way as he kisses Erik.

Erik steps into the personal space a bit more, his gaze set on Charles with a bearing that speaks of determination and an unwillingness to allow Charles anything but satisfaction tonight. "What do you want?" he asks, between kisses.

"You and the time to get to know every part of you,"

His hands keep slowly moving over Erik, taking off his shirt then lower to start on his belt.

"Neither of us can manipulate time," is Erik's remarks in response, stepping forward and giving Charles the breadth and control with which to disrobe him. "So we'll have to make do with tonight."

"No, I can only create the illusion of it shifting, but yes tonight,"

The belt first and then after he undoes the zipper, he runs his hands over Erik's butt, up and down his thighs before pulling his trousers down.

Erik shifts into the touch, not quite taking over control, but always allowing Charles a glimmer of awareness into the fact that he could take it back in a moment. "In that case, we're off to a good start."

Charles smiles and walks Erik back against the wall as he begins to caress him, now he knows what Erik likes so starts slow but with deliberate pressure. Control is something Erik is going to have to learn how to share.

Erik shifts as they walk, a private smile upon his face as he gets comfortable against the wall, shifting until he can kiss Charles through the touches, a slow but heated thing that demands response from Charles.

He groans at the kisses, pressing himself up against Erik as he tries to get his own shirt off, he wants to be skin to skin.

Erik shifts back, ripping Charles' shirt from off him with little care as to what it will look like in the morning. He cuffs Charles' neck with his hand and yanks him in, kissing him harder than before, hands roaming lower and intending to disrobe Charles of his trousers, too.