[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]

*it's not a complete cut-out of sensation but nor is it some sort of gradual fade -- below the injury, it's like suddenly hitting severe radio static, only where the static is silence that eventually takes over completely. the initial drop-off around the waist is rather precipitous, but feeling actually doesn't truly disappear until about midway down his hips.*

[godwinner]

[ then it will be necessary to push his pajamas down a bit out of the way of his fingers ]

[mind_over_metal]

*his voice is low and a bit rough from disuse as his lips curve into a smile, eyes still closed*

You're going to make both of us very impatient.

[godwinner]

[ his answer is unhurried, a trail of fingertips up to more sensitive flesh, catching the smile out of the corner of his eye but not looking up from the path of his own hand ]

I'm very patient when I want something enough. Now is the time for information gathering.

[mind_over_metal]

Speaking as a scientist, I greatly appreciate your methodology.

[godwinner]

Mm. Less good at impartial observation.

[mind_over_metal]

You should work on that, then.

[godwinner]

But I like affecting my subject.

[ he stills in his exploration with his hand on Charles's back over the metal and thinks, not for the first time, of how easy it would be to hurt him. it's not a temptation, precisely; it's like standing on the edge of a cliff and knowing you could go over with just a step, that the most insignificant action can have devastating consequences, the power and terror of it. the only difference is that it's already happened. ]

[mind_over_metal]

[ and there's that sense of commonality, a security and almost relief, at knowing that potential for disaster, at being able to share forever living on that edge -- a conviction of the profundity of that bond. ]

*moves his hand up from Erik's chest to his face, again just tracing an idle path with the backs of his fingers*

[godwinner]

[ closes his eyes and nods almost imperceptibly save that the movement shifts his face against the touch, as though something has just been confirmed for him ]

[mind_over_metal]

*tips his face to kiss him again, slowly and deeply*

[godwinner]

[ sinks into it, exhaling ]

[mind_over_metal]

*will let him sink as far as he wants to go*

[godwinner]

[ doesn't do things by half-measures, so will go far for Charles, but only so far for himself ]

[mind_over_metal]

*doesn't push, just knows where he is every step of the way, letting Erik knows that he knows, that sense of you'reI'mhere like when you can feel someone watching you with love*

[godwinner]

[ and he won't pull back from it, but there is the need to anchor it in the physical, even if that can also only go so far (on neither of their terms)

he kisses Charles more fiercely and pushes up onto an elbow, the hand in Charles's hair moving behind his legs so that they won't get tangled when the force of the kiss urges him onto his back ]

[mind_over_metal]

*rolls with the force, pulling Erik with him, on top of him, though not quite matching Erik's intensity -- the last thing they need here is escalation. shifts to wrap both arms fully around Erik's back, just holding him there.*

[godwinner]

[ against his lips ]

Kiss me back or I go for the throat.

[ which he means quite literally ]

[mind_over_metal]

*doesn't kiss him back*

[godwinner]

[ slides his mouth off of Charles's toward his ear ]

[mind_over_metal]

*squirms a little but stubbornly keeps mum otherwise*

[godwinner]

[ kisses below his ear, then opens his mouth to touch his tongue to Charles's pulse and drag it up to that same spot, softly ]

[mind_over_metal]

[ it's a beautifully torturous slow pull of pleasure, not the sparks so much as the heat of the friction that produced them ]

*lets his head fall to the side to give Erik better access, his breath coming a little faster; if he'd been worried about disguising his reaction, his pulse would have been a dead give-away. but for all of his mulishness, he's never been concerned about letting Erik see the effect that he has on him.*

[godwinner]

[ and this is what will always have him coming back for more -- was what brought him back, the first time he tried to leave, as much as any assurance of revenge or youarenotalone. he kisses down Charles's exposed throat, open-mouthed kisses that are nevertheless precise, not sloppy, a uniform column of damp warmth left in the wake of his lips and tongue and the bare hint of teeth. ]

[mind_over_metal]

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