Disclaimer: I do not own X-men: First Class, or any of the characters associated with it. They belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.
Warnings: Slash. Rated M. Charles/Erik
A/N: PWP! Just a short, something-or-other for you all to enjoy.
Charles had never felt so hot.
Erik had never felt so dominate.
Neither mutant could get the others clothing off fast enough, it seemed. Shirts and slacks were thrown in random directions, shoes and belts hitting the flooring in earnest.
Erik growled hotly and pinned the telepath against his own bedroom door. The bang resonating throughout the room, making both boys flush and grow harder.
"Erik," Charles breathed out, his stunning blue eyes a darker shade, fluttering with lust.
"You want me to fuck you?" The metal bender whispered, pressing his larger frame against the smaller mutant, his nose trailing a sinful trail towards his Adams apple, nipping at the skin he found there. Charles groaned hotly, feeling as if he was about to cum from that sultrily tone alone.
"No, I want to play chess. What the bloody hell do you think I want?" Charles swore.
"Language Charles," Erik chastised with a low chuckle that sent shivers of pleasure soaring through the telepath. "I was under the impression that you wanted me to ram my hard cock up your ass," the metal bender said bluntly.
"Erik, my friend, if you do not take me right now, I am afraid I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands," Charles threatened, his heated blue eyes smirking up at the taller man.
There was something so completely satisfying when Charles let go of his inhibitions and lost all sense of his "proper persona" . Although, his lover liked to pretend that he was proper, but in the bedroom, he was anything but.
Erik gripped the smaller man's arms and practically threw Charles onto the queen bed. The telepath gasped in surprise, but was moaning shortly thereafter when Erik pounced on him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss that lasted longer than either of them had the breath for.
Charles was panting, his chest heaving up and down as Erik smirked down at him while applying a generous amount of oil (that had been taken off the nightstand nearby) onto his throbbing member, his forest green eyes hooded. Charles whimpered softly, gazing up at the man who by a simple touch alone could bring him undone. Erik was the definition of sexual, and he was all Charles's.
With that task done, Erik smirked and lined up his cock with Charles entrance. The telepath's legs were propped up on the taller man's shoulders, ready for a thorough debauching. There was no need for preparation, because Charles liked it when it hurt just a little.
The pace was furious, fast, and unforgiving. There were no sentimental words or adorations between them. Just the hypnotic thrusting of Erik's toned body into the smaller, softer Charles. The grunts and moans of appreciation. The demands to go faster, harder. The bed frame continuously hit the wall behind it, and if the telepath were a bit more saner at the moment, he might be thankful that the bed was against an outside wall.
Charles came first, unable to last long with the intense pleasure that his body was receiving. Erik cried out, shivers racking his body as he pumped his seed into the willing, panting body beneath him.
A/N: Just wanted to try my hand at some Cherik. It was short and sweet, and I hope that you all enjoyed the PWP. More ideas to come.