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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 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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