Chapter Summary: Erik wants rough sex. Harry doesn't seem able to deny him. (Pre X Men: First Class)
Fingers trailed over his still clothed back and lips pressed to his waist, little nipping bites mouthed into his skin. Erik groaned even as his cock hardened, feeling the other man's chest splaying over him.
His heart thumped within his chest as Harry's fingers trailed even further downward, tracing his arse and then circled his hole. Erik stiffened and Harry reached his other hand down to Erik's lower back, stroking circles into his skin. His other fingers curled around Erik's hip, holding him in place.
He stiffened even more at the restraint and then Harry pulled his fingers away.
"Erik… is this your first time?"
"No."
"Erik."
"Just fuck me."
Breath tickled his ear as Harry slid his way up his back. Erik shivered at the combined sensations and trembled at the feel of the other man's cock as it nestled against his inner thighs. Sweat dripped down his forehead and the cool air in the room brushed against Erik's bare skin. Goosebumps rose on his arms though he still wore his long sleeved shirt, to cover the number inked into his skin.
"I am not going to hurt you."
"I asked you for rough."
A strangled groan left the man's throat but Harry didn't move. "Erik, I am not going to hurt you. I don't hurt my lovers unless we've talked about it beforehand. You and I just met yesterday."
Erik curled his fingers into the mattress and arched against the man above him, a thrill shooting its way through his body as Harry's cock brushed deeper against him. Something coiled in his belly at the touch and he felt Harry freeze above him and then reach down, curling his fingers over the nape of Erik's neck.
"You really want me to fuck you roughly, I will. I will however stretch you open," Harry said, gritting his teeth and digging his nails into Erik's skin. His cock hardened at the sight below him, with Erik all spread out underneath him. The man had kept his shirt on and Harry hadn't commented on it, remembering trying to do the same thing back in school.
Especially in the days after the final task of the triwizarding tournament.
Erik groaned and closed his eyes as the man's fingers trailed back downward, circling downward to spread his cheeks and trailed over his hole. Sparks lit throughout every nerve and a warmth that he had never felt before took root in his belly. He heard movement above him and the first touch to that part of him sent him jolting, his legs clenching.
"Easy, Erik," Harry whispered, sliding up him and speaking into his ear. "Relax for me."
One of Harry's arms snaked around him and reached for his cock, trailing light fingers over it and pleasure sparked. He whined at the light touches even as a wet finger slipped into him and all his attention turned to that, turning inward. The fingers on his cock moved and trailed over his balls, stroking circles onto his inner thighs and Erik shuddered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"You look gorgeous just like this," Harry offered, as his finger slid deeper into him, stretching and curling inwardly and then…
Erik jolted as pleasure slithered through him, heat blooming in his chest and in his body. Another finger joined the first and Erik groaned, arching back into Harry's fingers, his cock spurting pre-come and he wanted… He didn't know what he wanted but he wanted more. His thoughts all went silent as he focused on the two fingers inside him, curling and stroking him and then a third finger entered him, making him gasp.
There was a slight burning sensation as three fingers curled into him before slick wetness eased the way. Erik could hear Harry's breath hitching, feel his other hand curling into his hip, anchoring and stroking before the fingers slipped out of him.
His muscles clenched around air and he whined at the emptiness. Harry slid up and then Erik felt lips press to his neck, warm and solid.
"You ready?"
Erik nodded against the pillow, not trusting his voice, almost quivering with need, his cock aching, and then a much bigger intrusion slipped into him. Harry's cock was huge and in him and Erik swallowed, sucked in a tight breath and writhed at the pressure and… Sparks of pleasure bloomed behind his eyes, lighting his nerves on fire and warmth grew, as his breath stuttered.
"That's it," Harry whispered, his fingers gripping Erik's hip and probably leaving marks. Erik shuddered even as he felt the cock inside him, pressing on everything and he felt "Feels good?"
Erik muttered something under his breath, inhaling deeper, and heard Harry let out a questioning noise. His fingers clenched even further into the sheets and then Harry moved, sliding in deeper, bottoming out, and Erik whimpered, pleasure growing with him.
The man above him moved, sliding out inch by inch and tearing pleasure from him and Erik yelled, feeling one of Harry's hands slip into his. His cock ached and hardened and he distantly heard jingling coming from the bathroom. The lamp on the bedside table trembled.
Harry pressed down into him and then slid home again, thrusting into him and began to move. Erik shuddered, trembling with pleasure, even as Harry's breathing picked up, rough sounds of skin hitting skin filling the air. Sweat dripped down his neck and back, making his shirt cling to his back and Erik moaned.
Fingers dug into his hips and he felt full, bursting at the seams as Harry pulled out again and thrust into him, deeper and hit that spot again. The hand at his hip left his waist and snaked around, reaching for his cock and stroking him, twisting and brushing nails against skin and Erik trembled. Pleasure blossomed through him, his toes curled into the sheet, his heart pounded in his chest and he melted against the mattress, feeling Harry's release shoot through him.
Harry slumped against him, his large warm body covering him and Erik froze for a moment, still breathing heavily, pleasure still running roughshod through him but he felt…
"You're safe, Erik," Harry whispered, slipping an arm under his shirt and rubbing circles into his skin. "You're alright."
Harry slid out of him and off his back, his fingers still underneath Erik's shirt, pressing against his back. Erik sighed into the touch, his skin tingling, his breath still hitching and his eyes drooped closed finally.
The sun shone through the window and hit his eyes but that wasn't what had woken him up. Harry jolted upright, the whimpers continuing, and turned to look at the man next to him, his eyes widening.
Every metal appliance that he had seen in the room when he had first entered was floating in the air above the bed. He had just nearly hit the hair dryer and he pushed it away, pressing it to the bedside table only for it to jump up into the air again. The lamp that he turned off was right above Erik's head and the door knob was rolling in its hold. The door had fallen without the nails to hold it up or into the wall.
Erik was curled up into the fetal position, his eyes tightly shut, and his fingers clenched into fists. Sweat rolled down his forehead and Harry could see that the man's shirt was clinging onto his back, stuck with fear sweat. Harry flinched, whispered two very familiar words, and Prongs leapt from his fingers, loped around the small room before coming to stand at the foot of the bed.
"I just need your presence, Prongs," Harry whispered, reaching out to lay a gentle hand on Erik's side. "Erik, you're safe. It's just a nightmare. Erik."
Erik whimpered again and Harry swallowed, hearing the pain in that one noise. His stomach clenched and he curled his fingers over Erik's hips, slipping his other fingers into Erik's hands.
"Erik, wake up. You're alright. Shhhh."
Erik came awake to quiet words and everything metal that had called out to him last night above him. His eyes widened and he jolted awake, panic induced adrenaline rushing through him, as he took in the sight of Harry next to him.
The man's green eyes were narrowed but not in fear, not in anger, not in anything Erik had expected. There was concern in those eyes and there was something reflecting off… The glowing stag next to the bed made him suck in a tight breath, drawing the sheets up to his chest and… The stag pawed at the ground, its eerie eyes looking straight at him and then bowed its head, its antlers sticking straight up through the ceiling.
Something within him eased and warmth radiated from the animal. And… he felt safe for the first time in a long time. His shoulders loosened and his heart slowed down within his chest. The small ache in his backside brought him back to the present, erasing the memories of Shaw's words for now.
He breathed out and focused on relaxing, his eyes on the metal appliances and the broken off door.
"I'll fix it. Don't worry," Harry started, reaching out to cup his chin to turn his head, his thumb stroking soothing circles into his skin. Erik wanted to lean into those fingers but he couldn't. He couldn't show… weakness. "Erik… Are you alright?"
He stared into the stag's eyes even as every metal appliance dropped to the ground with a thump.
"Don't…" Erik trailed off, his eyes narrowing as his mind finally connected. "Are you a mutant?"
"A what now? Is that… Is that what you are?"
Erik stared into Harry's eyes, his fingers still flexing into fists.
"That would explain the power I feel in you," Harry remarked, pulling his hand away. "I've never felt something like that before."
"What are you?"
"Not a mutant. I'm a wizard. That's my patronus," Harry said, gesturing to the glowing stag. "Erik… you looked like you were…"
He turned away and started to look for his own slacks, shoes and socks. He was still wearing his shirt for which he was grateful for.
"Erik…"
He heard movement and then just as he made it to the fallen door, Harry's hand was on his shoulder. Erik shivered as the extra warmth of it threaded into him.
"If you ever need anything…" Harry trailed off, quiet and still. "Someone to talk to or help or whatever… Here. Take this with you."
A mirror floated over in front of him and Erik blinked at the sight.
"Say my name and you'll be able to talk to me. If you need someone to watch your back or anything else… call me."
Erik sighed, closed his eyes, and reached out for the mirror, thoughts already on his next lead for Shaw, and stepped out of the room.