Erik spends several long moments just kissing the cat-man, stroking up his legs and his sides, reveling in the feel of Charles’ body in his hands. For so long he’d starved himself of the merest touch, careful never to push too far. And now he had permission to touch and taste his fill, at last.
Charles opens his mouth, moaning as Erik’s tongue pushes past his lips to explore. His arms come up to wrap around the man’s shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair. Erik’s lips slip away with a soft groan as he rolls his hips into the Companion’s, who gasps, back arching into it.
Erik slides his fingers to the hem of Charles’ shirt, tugging it up and over his head. He rocks back on his heels, mesmerized by the pale skin and pert nipples. Leaning back in, he ghosts his breath over them, mouthing gently at one of the peaks. Charles keens, clutching at Erik’s hair.
“More. Please, Erik.”
