[an April morning in the Cabin McAvoy]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's early, not too long after sunrise, when the light begins to glow through the curtains and the nocturnal moaning of the zombies crossfades into rustling of the sentient plantlife. No explosions, no battles -- just an utterly normal morning.]

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[mind_over_metal]

*exhales heavily as he slides a hand up from Erik's back to bury itself in his hair*

[godwinner]

[ just under his collar, bites down, teeth slippery against Charles's skin but still holding just hard enough to hurt ]

[mind_over_metal]

*that drags an inarticulate noise out of him as he shifts restlessly -- but toward the pain, not trying to get away*

[godwinner]

[ runs a hand up Charles's belly, pushing his shirt up with it again, though this time with much more intent ]

[mind_over_metal]

[ it's probably a familiar thing by this point: the sense that the verbal warning to stop will be coming soon ]

*outright moans at that, soft but completely unstifled*

[godwinner]

[ with his hand resting on Charles's ribs, lets go of his throat and moves back up to his ear, the shifting of Erik's own body pushing the shirt up that much more ]

You won't test your boundaries at all?

[mind_over_metal]

What are we doing right now?

[godwinner]

What we already know is safe.

[mind_over_metal]

How precisely do you think that you'd be able to stop, when I told you to? Or would you prefer me to make you stop?

[godwinner]

[ ...





raises his head to look him in the eye ]

I'm not opposed to it, Charles. But what makes you so sure I'm the one who'd need stopping?

[mind_over_metal]

*looking right back*

Are you saying that you wouldn't be?

[godwinner]

Was I unclear?

[ leans down to kiss him firmly, but swiftly, to allow Erik to push Charles's shirt the rest of the way up and over his head ]

[mind_over_metal]

*lifts his arms to help getting it off*

Maybe just insufficiently convincing.

[godwinner]

Just say when.

[mind_over_metal]

Oh, I will.

*pulls Erik back down to kiss him again*

[godwinner]

[ kisses him back unhurriedly, despite either of their words, instead indulging in the feel of Charles's skin against his ]

[mind_over_metal]

*gives leisurely encouragement to him to take his mouth more deeply, and runs his hands down, across Erik's back, pressing them together*

[godwinner]

[ closes his teeth on Charles's lip before releasing it and stroking his tongue into his mouth without preamble; he puts his hand on the side of Charles's face, fingers sliding down to his jaw to drag his mouth even more open for him ]

[mind_over_metal]

*'hmmms' contentedly at the bite, and for all of his prior protests, he doesn't give Erik any resistance to this, opening to him easily*

[godwinner]

[ just catches the sound between them, and as Charles lets him in, Erik's fingers continue to move over his jaw, spreading on his throat and thumb sweeping a line of pressure down the centre.

we're just getting started, darling~ ]

[mind_over_metal]

*I would certainly hope so, my dear.

arches his neck into that, kissing him back more demandingly. his hands spread over Erik's skin, tracing paths almost methodically, as though he's creating a map by touch.*

[godwinner]

[ his mouth is hard on Charles in response, no less open but lips dragging and bruising where they meet. then he breaks the kiss to follow the path of his thumb over Charles's arched throat with his tongue, ducking his head to do so though he keeps the rest of his body still, mindful of Charles's hands on him. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*and he's breathing hard when his mouth is freed, lips sore and red but it's sogood.*

Have you thought about how far you can push me? Like this?

[godwinner]

[ against his throat ]

Like this. Any way that I can.

[mind_over_metal]

*so he can feel that near-silent, breathy chuckle*

Oh, but how far?