A/N Hullo. So this happened. It's short, but I wanted to try and write someone coming without actually being touched. Charles seemed open to the idea. Characters not mine, but I hope you enjoy!
The metal handcuffs traced beautiful circles around his wrists as Charles lay on the bed, wriggling on top of the covers. His clothing lay beside the bed, abandoned long ago. Across the room, looking far too smug, Erik nursed a drink, staring out the window with a relatively blasé expression.
"Listen to me." Erik said smoothly, taking another sip of his brandy.
Charles' eyelids fluttered, but he did as he was told.
The wave of images came slowly, gracing over him like gentle rain. In his mind's eye, he could see Erik, tall and lean and proud, crawling over him, nibbling his earlobes and running his perfect tongue around the shell of Charles' ear.
The apparition moved to Charles' neck, sucking lightly and nipping.
Charles moaned, his cock twitching as his eyes rolled back in his head. Erik watched him over his drink, smiling darkly. The metal cuffs grew warmer, though Charles paid them no mind.
Erik sent him another image, his invisible hand tracing Charles' hip, digging into the muscle and bone and he seized his lips. Charles flushed immediately, tilting himself upward and into the invisible kiss.
The next image was of Charles himself, looking debauched and desperate. Erik toyed with the head of his cock, kissing him sweetly and pressing his body against Charles'.
"Erik." Charles sighed his name, looking across the room with dark eyes.
The ghostly feeling of a hand, stroking his cock, circling the head, brought it to full attention. Charles could see himself through Erik's eyes, as the man watched him.
"Erik, please." He panted. "Please, touch me."
"No." Erik replied sweetly, resting his elbows on his knees. "No, I don't think so."
Another image ravaged Charles' mind, this time of brandy-soaked lips kissing the head of his cock. His hips bucked upward, straining against the cuffs.
The flicker of a tongue across his slit knocked all coherent thought from the telepath's mind. Erik smiled, pressing the images faster, shifting in his seat.
They were everywhere, soaked in a wonderful red heat. Charles panted, staring upward at nothing, all the while absorbing the images and sensations Erik sent his way. Erik, in the shower earlier that day, stroking himself at the thought of Charles' hand on his cock. Himself, wrapped in Erik's arms, pressing skin on skin as Erik took him.
The love bites, the ragged breathes as they came together for the first time, that night so long ago.
Charles opened his eyes, pupils blown wide, to see Erik staring back at him, taking him in like a meal to be devoured.
"Erik." He whimpered. "Erik, Erik, please."
Erik smiled toothily, refusing to move.
The next image was one of himself, needy and terrible, bucking into the air.
Charles felt the heat pulse once, twice, in his stomach, before he came. He threw his head back, the cool metal of the handcuffs strange against the heat ravaging his body.
Through the aftershocks, he stared at his lover, panting his name like a dying man.
A moment passed, and then another. Then, the handcuffs popped open, and Charles Xavier smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"My turn."