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Charles and Erik stumbled into Charles’ apartment in Manhattan, Charles’ suit jacket already lost at the front door.
Erik reached down, hoisting Charles into his arms, up against his pelvis, and pinned him up against the wall with his hips.
Charles whimpered against his slobbering mouth, desperately trying to meld their tongues together. He fumbled with the bottom of Erik’s shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his arms but Erik refused to cooperate.
Erik moved them from the wall towards the living room, and instead of settling on the sectional - he set Charles down on the plush rug in the middle of the room. He began stripping Charles of his pants. Pulling his legs free, Charles’ cock leaned against his stomach. He mouthed along Charles’ calves, over his knee, and down his thighs.
Charles’ hands tried unbuttoning his collared shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders, but Erik’s tongue along the underside of his dick distracted him from the minor problem. He let his hands fall to the carpet at his sides as Erik licked up his erect dick again.
Erik’s arms wrapped under Charles’ knees, holding his hips, and fit his mouth over Charles’ dick.
Charles pushed up into his mouth, arching his back. “ Erik!” He cried, holding Erik’s hands on his hips.
Erik forced his pelvis back to the carpet. “Calm down.” Stroking his thumbs along Charles’ hip, his mouth sucking hickies into his thighs. “What do you want from me?”
Charles shut his eyes, “Touch me.”
Erik smirked, “I already am.”
Charles dragged Erik’s hand to his face, cupping his own cheek.
Erik’s thumb dragged along Charles’ bottom lip before he sat up to suck it into his mouth. His unoccupied hand stroking Charles’ dick.
Charles whined as he gave gentle thrusts into his hand.
Erik bit Charles’ tongue as he tried to lap into his mouth hungrily. He pulled away, sitting back to watch Charles writhing.
“ Erik.” He gasped, squeezing Erik’s hips between his thighs. “ Erik.”
Erik loved the sound of his name in Charles’ desperate voice. He teased Charles’ cock head between his index and middle finger. “What?”
He watched Charles’ eyes roll behind his eyelids, his body quivering to the sensation.
“What are you begging for me to do to you?” He hummed, pressing a palm against his own erection. He spread his legs as he massaged his hand up and down.
Charles peered down at Erik between his legs, beckoning him forward.
Obliging to lean forward on his palms, Charles’ fists collected Erik’s shirt in his grasp before dropping him on his side and mounting over his hips. Erik fought the urge to sink his teeth in Charles’ shoulder in sudden aggression as he grind his hips against his erection. Erik’s hands fell onto Charles’ waist, Charles’ hands resting against his collar, gently holding his neck. “You want to ride me?”
Charles squeezed his throat, “I want to fuck you on every surface.”
Erik smirked, shutting his eyes. “Every surface? You got time for that?”
Charles held Erik’s throat as his other hand worked his belt and button off. “Day off tomorrow.”
“I’ve got a shift at nine in the morning tomorrow.”
Charles yanked one side of his pants down, and then the other, freeing his dick from his underwear. “Give me a couple of hours.” He hovered just firm enough over Erik’s dick to feel it stroke underneath his ass, and scrape deliciously against his own erection.
Erik moaned under his palm.
Charles wrapped his arm behind Erik’s head, mouthing over his ear as he rut against his dick. “Put it in me.” He whimpered.
“You gotta ask me nicer than that.” Erik teased.
Charles pressed his forehead against Erik’s shoulder, gasping heavily as he looked down between their bodies to his firm erection and Erik’s leaking tip. “ Erik.” He begged, “ Please, Erik,” he set his mouth over his lips, just grazing with every word, “Put your dick inside of me, and fuck me good. ”
Erik lapped his tongue out, tasting Charles’ lips. “How about how you want me? Can’t forget how.”
Charles whimpered as Erik’s hands took both of their erections in hand, stroking them in unison. Charles staggered on his breath, losing his train of thought, “On the bed. In my room. Fuck me, face down.”
Erik sped up, “Yeah? Ass up?” He gasped, “What would your father think? You letting me fuck you.”
“To Hell what he- thinks.” Charles thrust his hips forward into his fist. “ Again. Like that again.”
Erik ran his thumb over their slits, applying a sweet pressure.
Charles thrust forward again.
“What if we fucked on his desk? ” Erik held the back of Charles’ neck. “Wouldn’t that be a surprise for him?”
Charles shut his eyes, thrusting sweetly into Erik’s tight fist.
“What if he found out his son begged me to fuck him in the broom closet at work, pants down, dick in my hand.”
“ Stop talking-”
“What if he finds out I fucked you raw. ” Erik kept Charles’ neck in his grasp, trying to resist pulling himself away. “And you were begging me to come inside when you were only two hours into your shift.”
Charles moaned against his lips, thrusting forward sporadically twice before he was coming over Erik’s palm and onto his shirt clad stomach.
Erik kissed his slack mouth as he jerked himself off and came moments later.
Charles slumped forward against his shoulder as he collected his coherent thoughts and muscle.
Erik mouthed along his jaw, hands massaging against his scalp. He managed to wedge one elbow under himself before wrapping an arm behind Charles to keep him in his lap as he sat up.
Charles sat back and Erik followed.
Erik grabbed his jaw, kissing him as he maneuvered to stand and held his pants up by his belt loops. “Don’t think you’re off easy.” He grabbed the undersides of his thighs, “I remember you said ‘bedroom’, ‘face down’.” He stood, moving for the hall. “I don’t have to get up until eight tomorrow morning.”