XMFC/After School Special

[diecastking]

The first day of school is chaos.

Breakfast is a riot but Alex somehow gets the teeming hoards toast and cereal before class. Erik has a free first period, so he runs around the grounds and showers before his first lesson of the day: Seventh Grade (or First Form, as Charles insists on calling it).

The eleven-year-olds are somewhat in awe of him as he draws a map of Europe on the blackboard and starts laying out the alliances preceding World War I. Charles has given him free rein to choose his curriculum and he has a penchant for modern history. There won't be much Mayflower in his teachings.

After a strong cup of coffee, Erik teaches the Eleventh Grade about the economics behind the Wall Street Crash. He doesn't have a chance to catch Charles at lunch before he meets with his House. These are the students that he's supposed to see for two hours per week and coach through their powers. He'd already decided that he would have the field behind the orchard for this purpose.

The House of Silver (he would not listen when Alex said that silver wasn't a real colour) is comprised of students from all years with differing abilities. After learning their names and what they believed of their power, Erik goes through some basic exercises with them, sounding out how much control they have and how at ease they are with their abilities.

"Mr Lensherr," one of the children - a boy called Tommy - asks nervously, "what can you do?"

Which leads to Erik twirling the satellite dish like a ballerina and several rounds of applause. Embarrassing. Also, exhausting. He's getting too old for this.

He doesn't see Charles at dinner either but he finally flees to the quiet of the drawing room, just resting his eyes for a second.

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[diecastking]

Erik unleashes his power on their bed, bringing up tendrils of metal to part Charles' legs and position him, splayed before him.

He reaches for the lube from their bedside table.

//Tell me I own you//

[guideshapelead]

//I... what?//

Charles looks more confused than concerned.

[diecastking]

Erik just resists rolling his eyes and nips at Charles' chest, one slick finger easing him open.

//Do I own you, Charles? Right now, I could make you do anything I want//

[guideshapelead]

Moaning at the finger pressing inside him, Charles nods his head.

//Yes. Alright. You own me.//

[diecastking]

Erik doesn't hesitate in adding a second finger, pushing Charles to his limits.

//I'm going to take you. Because you belong to me//

[guideshapelead]

Charles isn't expecting the additional finger so soon, wincing at the increased stretch. Still, he doesn't ask for Erik to stop, nor does he use his safe word. He knows Erik won't do him any serious damage.

//Do it//

[diecastking]

Instead, Erik slows to an excruciating pace, working him open.

//Patience. I decide what I do to you//

[guideshapelead]

Moaning louder, a mix of arousal and frustration, Charles struggles to move only to find himself held tight by Erik's metal cage.

[diecastking]

Erik strokes Charles prostate, slow and slower, kissing the base of his cock.

//Do you want me? Tell me//

[guideshapelead]

//Please. Erik.//

Even speaking telepathically, Charles' words come out gasped and desperate.

//More. Please.//

[diecastking]

Erik struggles not to give in to Charles' wanton pleading, the gasps in his mind going straight to his cock.

But he's in control. Charles is trusting him.

//I will decide what happens next// He's impressed that his mental voice doesn't waver, even though he's desperate to be inside his lover.

[guideshapelead]

"Erik..." Charles resorts to voicing his displeasure at the way he's being teased, opening his lust-darkened eyes and staring up at his lover.

"Please."

[diecastking]

Erik can't resist the way Charles is looking at him, but only presses another teasing finger inside.

//Stop teasing me, Charles//

[guideshapelead]

//Stop teasing you?// Charles huffs, moan inside his head as well as out loud as he's stretched further.

[diecastking]

Erik admires the line of Charles' body as he twists beneath him, working his fingers inside his lover, pushing him closer to the edge.

//Tell me what you want. And I'll think about giving it to you//

[guideshapelead]

//I want you to make love to me// Charles admits. //I want you to be... inside me//

Even that much has him blushing.

[diecastking]

Erik can't deny him when he's being so devastatingly sincere.

He withdraws his fingers, uses a generous amount of lube on his cock and lines himself up.

Then, without warning, he presses inside, filling Charles with his own moan of pleasure.

[guideshapelead]

Gasping out loud, Charles moves to clutch at Erik's shoulders, remembering too late that he's being held by the metal bedframe.

//I want to hold you// he begs.

[diecastking]

Fully sheathed inside his lover, Erik releases Charles' wrists, easing out of him before rocking forth in a slow, burning rhythm.

//Hold me//

[guideshapelead]

Charles doesn't need telling twice, quickly wrapping his arms tight around Erik and pulling him in closer, leaving a searing kiss against his lips.

[diecastking]

Erik kisses Charles deeply, rocking inside him slowly, still teasing.

[guideshapelead]

Teasing or otherwise, Charles doesn't complain about the slow pace Erik seems to be setting, preferring it for the time being. He's not exactly got the point of this whole exercise, far more turned on by this slow intimacy than by restraints and safe words.

[diecastking]

Erik feels the warmth from Charles' mind and wraps himself in it, continuing his languid rhythm and pressing kisses to Charles' neck.

//I love you//

[guideshapelead]

//I love you too// Charles smiles, cradling the back of Erik's head so that he can nuzzle his own face into the crook of his lover's neck.

[diecastking]

Erik happily relaxes into Charles' embrace, the games over and only the two of them remaining.

He pushes deeper into Charles, angling for his sweet spot.