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“Tell me again why you’re using my bathroom?” Charles demanded in exasperation. He glared at Erik in the mirror as he shaved. “Every bedroom in this house has its own bathroom.”

Erik shrugged and tightened the belt of his bathrobe. “Mystique is in my bathroom.”

“Why is she in your bathroom?”

momsdarksecret:

Because the teen rating on Queen of White Shores limits how explicit I can get with Edouard and Kieran’s relationship over at fictionpress, here’s a little something that’s been teasing around my brain.

“Edouard,” Kieran said, “aren’t you supposed to be in a dinner meeting?”

“I cancelled it,”…

momsdarksecret:

Man, I really suck at thanking people for following me. It’s just so awesome when someone new pops up that I don’t know what to say. So I’ll just say that you’re all totally awesome! Here’s a present ‘cause you’re just that stupendous!

“Charles,” Erik whispered, “are you awake?”

“For heaven’s sake, Erik! What do you want? It’s the middle of the night.”

“I had a bad dream. May I sleep with you?”

“What?!” Charles sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. “You’re a grown man.”

“I had a bad childhood,” Erik said pitifully. “The nightmares scare me because they’re so real and I feel like I have no one to turn to for comfort.” He stared at Charles beseechingly. “Please? I feel like we’ve become so close. I know feeling your warmth beside me will be comforting and I will be able to sleep soundly.”

Charles sighed. “Oh, very well. But you better not snore.” He lay back down and Erik snuggled into bed beside him, spooning up tight against his back with both arms wrapped around him.

“Ah!” Erik sighed happily. “That feels so much better than being alone.”

“For you, maybe,” Charles mumbled. “You’re hot.”

“It’s the magnetic energy. I radiate sometimes.”

“You better not give me a sunburn.”

“I’ll try to tone it down.”

“Thank you.” Charles started to drift back to sleep. It did feel kind of nice having someone warming his back.

“Uh, Charles?”

“What now? I was almost asleep.”

“I’m sorry, but… well… I have a small problem.” Erik shifted his hips and Charles’ eyes flew open.

“What the hell is that?!”

“Um…” Erik shifted again. “I kind of have a hard-on.”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Well, your butt feels really good pressed up against me and everything, and I started thinking about how tight and hot you are, and… well… I got stiff.”

“And how is that my problem?”

“You don’t mind if I just slip it in for a few minutes, do you?”

“Slip it in?!” Charles tried to scramble away, but Erik had an arm clasped tightly around his chest.

“I’ll be quick! I promise!” Erik exclaimed. He wet two fingers on his other hand and pushed them into Charles’ ass.

“Get your fingers out of there right now!” Charles demanded, trying not to moan. Erik probed deeper and Charles flinched. “I said…” he began and a helpless moan escaped him. He tried again. “I do not want you sticking any parts of your anatomy into any of my orifices!”

“Really?” Erik twisted his fingers around, probing and rubbing skillfully. “Not even here?” He teased Charles’ sweet spot.

“Ah!” Charles cried. “That’s not right!” he gasped. “Quit doing that!”

“Quit doing what?” Erik purred. “You mean this?” He scraped a finger firmly over Charles’ sweet spot again.

Charles bucked uncontrollably. “Oh, lord! You’re a beast!”

“No, that would be the good doctor,” Erik chuckled. He took his fingers out. “I’m putting it in now.” He grasped himself and jabbed his cock into Charles’ hole. Charles shuddered and his knee lifted involuntarily. Erik slipped his hand under it and lifted it higher, opening Charles up. “Oh, yes! That feels wonderful!” He pushed all the way in and began thrusting eagerly, banging against Charles’ bottom.

Charles clutched his pillow. “You brute!” he gasped out. “How dare you take advantage of my generous nature by slaking your … ah! Delicious lust in my defenseless and… oh, yes! Completely aroused backside?!”

Erik did not respond. He pounded away with his eyes closed, his face and chest flushed with impending orgasm.

“Oh, god!” Charles gasped. He bucked wildly and sprayed all over the sheets. “You said you’d be quick!”

“Quick for me,” Erik grunted. “I never said I’d be as fast as you. I can’t help it if you come easily.”

“I do not come easily!” Charles declared breathlessly. He clawed at the bed. “It’s just that you’re so damn big and it’s going in so deep and… and… Ah!”

“Again?” Erik chuckled hoarsely. “Damn, I’m good!” He rolled back a little so he could pull Charles partly on top of him and get more completely between his legs. “How’s this?” He thrust in as deeply as he could. Charles cried out incoherently and shook violently. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Erik rasped. He worked Charles’ ass hard, grunting with the effort. Charles came again and this time Erik came, too. “Oh, man, that was good!”

“I need a shower,” Charles groaned. “But I’m too stiff to walk. I blame you.”

“I accept the blame,” Erik replied, panting hard. “We can shower in the morning.”

“I’m not spending the night with you!” Charles declared. “You’ll just ram your cock up my ass again.”

“I promise not to violate you again before morning,” Erik said solemnly.

Charles rolled off onto his stomach and glared at Erik. “What kind of promise is that?!”

Erik grinned. “One I can keep.” He kissed Charles on the nose. “You really got me off. Goodnight!” Erik curled up on his side and promptly went to sleep.

“I bet that whole nightmare thing was just an excuse,” Charles grumbled. But he nevertheless folded his hands around Erik’s and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, Erik.”