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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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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.

Its abrupt but he loves it and moves to try and help but Erik is making thought complicated. He shouldn't like this handling, but with Erik, he likes not being in control and thrusts into Erik.

Edited 2014-07-15 04:30 (UTC)

Erik lets out a ragged gasp, not having expected the thrust (he's not the telepath, after all). His eyes light up as he drags his lips over Charles' neck, breathing in deeply. "What do you want to do?"

"You, don't stop and help me out of these,"

He doesn't have enough hands to caress Erik and get his clothes off and Erik's mutation will be useful for getting rid of his trousers.

Erik cannot help his smirk, easing back and using a grand gesture of his hand in order to pop loose the buttons and begin easing them down, striding towards the bed where he elects to rid himself of his own trappings the old-fashioned way, tugging on Charles with his abilities.

Charles laughs and groans as he does like being wanted by Erik and feeling his power.

Erik lets go of Charles only when he's near enough to the bed to step in and wrap his arms around him, catching him for a long kiss as the remnants of all their clothes save underwear are disposed of. "On the bed?"

He moans into Erik's mouth and thinks Yes! before kissing Erik back.

Erik chuckles lowly as he heads in that direction, pulling Charles down with him, allowing absolutely no possible escape, a fiendish and toothy smirk on his face. "You get very vocal in my head when we do this."

"I can be so I am," It adds another level to the intimacy for him.

Erik can see how he might not enjoy it, but at this rate, he thinks it's hardly a bad thing. He gives Charles a considerate look and sends a mental message to him that asks what he would like to do next, expectant as he sprawls.

Charles smiles and tries to pick one place to begin before sharing an image of what they haven't had the space to do, sex without worries of noise or sound.

Erik gives Charles a yearning look, though he does wonder at how Charles intends to go about this completely without invoking some worry of sound. "Are you going to tell everyone around us to stop listening?" he notes with mirth, reaching down to begin stroking his cock.

He sighs saying, "Yes, I have. I know how to keep secret and safe. Trust me."

Then he gets his underwear off and straddles Erik, kissing and caressing his body as Erik is going to be his tonight.

Erik lets his mind loose, delving into the kisses and not paying attention to anything else in the world because, as far as he's concerned, nothing else in the world exists save for his hands on Charles' body and being prone beneath him. "Yes," he exhales. "More."

Charles revels in the feeling and trust of Erik, not letting himself completely go as he has to keep them safe but as near to it as he dares.

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