Even if Charles wasn't a telepath, he would be able to read Erik like a book right now. His eyes are blown wide with lust, his pupils huge and dilated, the silver corona glinting in the low lamp light. He trails his fingers over Charles' chest and sides, staring as the smaller man shivers with pleasure. He uses his unoccupied hand to spread Charles' legs wider and slide in between his thighs, and he's immediately enfolded in as Charles wraps himself around Erik's lower back and pulls him closer. They're both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, glistening as they shift on the bed.

The sheets are bunched up around the footboard, threatening to fall off and onto the floor. Charles is spread out, his head and back propped up on pillows and a lazy grin across his face as he strokes Erik's hair, twining the short dark strands between his fingertips. Erik kisses a path down his chest, caressing his skin softly and making Charles squirm and sigh.

He presses his lips to Charles' collarbone and slips a hand lower, reaching in between the slick heat of his legs to grasp the telepath's cock loosely. Charles moans wantonly as the kiss turns to a gentle bite, Erik alternating licking and sucking at the reddened skin as he strokes him to full arousal. Charles' eyes are huge, deep blue and heavily lidded with lust, and his lips shine scarlet as he pants Erik's name, kneading his scalp like a cat.

Erik is almost painfully hard against Charles' thigh, and he turns his attention away from his ministrations to cover his hand in cool lubricant. He presses a finger into Charles and watches, rapt, as his body jerks down to meet it.

Another finger enters, the cold liquid dripping onto the bedspread as Charles bites his lip. Erik thinks that if he waits another second he'll explode, but he knows that Charles can't possibly be ready after only two fingers, and he adds a third to earn himself a choked-back gasp. Charles grabs his face in his hands, pulling him in for a kiss that crushes all the air out of his lungs.

Please, Erik. Charles is past using actual words, his vocalizations reduced to stuttered syllables and moans, but his voice is clear and aching in Erik's head. Please, I need you.

And Erik nods shakily and eases into him, so tight and hot and mineminemine.

He thrusts into Charles deep and slow, filling him. Charles has his head thrown back against the pillow, his feet scrabbling against nothing and his breath coming in short gulps. It's the most beautiful thing Erik has ever seen and he can feel himself starting to lose control, falling apart at the seams. He drives into Charles, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, their tongues sliding against each other and tasting like them.

Loveyou, Charles repeats in Erik's head like a mantra. Loveyou, want you somuchsomuch, want you to holdme and touchme and loveme-

"I love you." Erik murmurs into his mouth, his voice husky and frantic. "Ich liebe dich, Charles, te amo, je t'aime, I love you."

Charles lets out a cry and shakes against Erik as he comes. Erik presses his face against Charles' still-quivering chest and fills him with a groan. He pulls out and goes to free himself from the grip of Charles' legs but the smaller man summons the last of his strength to tighten his loose muscles and wrap his arms around Erik's shoulders, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to his lips.

Erik strokes a hand through Charles' hair as he lies on his chest, and the two of them drift off, clinging to each other like life rafts.

Just as he's slipping into unconsciousness, Erik hears Charles mutter something from above him. He raises his head sleepily and raises an eyebrow. Charles smiles down at him.

"We saved the world today."

Erik smiles back and kisses the curve of Charles' throat tenderly, making him sigh and snuggle closer. "Go to sleep."

And they do.