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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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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."

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.