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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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"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.

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."