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Title: Yet More Practice
Fandom: XMFC
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spanking, hole spanking, mentions of toys
Length: ~2,000 words
Prompt: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=16118609#t16118609
Verse: Practice Makes Perfect (aka Erik has a massive cock).
First part: Practice Makes Perfect ) 
Second part:A Bit of Practice )
Summary: Erik surprises Charles with a new kink. It gives Erik a naughty idea for their next "practice" session.

Charles doesn't think it is fair, that Erik has such a gorgeous cock but can't use it as he truly deserves. Charles wants it, is the thing. Wants it completely inside of him, holding him open and so deep he feels it in his throat, strong pressure against his prostate and just enough burn to make him cry.

Erik wants to make him cry, he knows, but only in a good way.

They practice every night, Erik's tongue and fingers bringing him to orgasm and relaxing him before the main event. Charles gets to come two, three times every night - once before, and at least once more on Erik's cock. He's offered to use his mouth, and Erik has taken him up on it - pressing inside, holding his jaw open until he is sore as he tells Charles what a good little cocksucker he is. Charles isn't, really, because Erik is huge, and he can barely fit the head inside his mouth, but he is practicing at that too, and getting better at it.

Sometimes Erik comes inside Charles's mouth, but usually he pulls out before he can, turning his attentions back to Charles's pleasure, and how far he can slip inside his "pretty little" hole, as Erik likes to call it, "sweetheart"s and "baby"s and "leibling"s falling from his lips.

Charles is sore most mornings now, walking a little bow-legged and using his powers just enough to make people ignore it, not notice it. Erik just smiles the satisfied smile of a cat who has gotten the canary and a bowl of cream as well, watching Charles with sharp, lustful eyes every time he sits gingerly on the edge of his seat.

They've tried it the other way as well, a few times. But though a good time was had by both, Charles would much rather feel Erik splitting him open than the other way around. He knows Erik feels the same.

Then comes the mission to Russia, the loss of Darwin, and the move to the mansion. Away from so many prying eyes, Erik stops holding back.

Charles, telepath that he is, still hadn't realized quite how much Erik has been holding back.

It is a Sunday, and Charles has given the children the day off to relax. They take the chance to go into town, though Charles and Erik stay behind.

Erik grins when they leave, all shark's teeth and predator's delight.

"Oh, Charles," he breathes, eyes bright with lust and anticipation. "Come here."

Charles swallows hard, feeling blood rush to his cock as he hardens. He walks over to where Erik is sitting, resisting the impulse to scan his thoughts.

"Take off your clothes," Erik tells him, gaze hot and intent. Charles complies, dropping his clothes to the floor right there in the middle of the sitting room.

He hopes he mentally picks up if the children come back before they are supposed to. But now is not the time to worry about that, so Charles just drops his briefs and leans down a bit for a kiss. Erik indulges him, taking control of the kiss and running warm hands up and down Charles's back. They sneak down to grip his bum firmly, and Charles does not even have time to yelp before he is pulled down into Erik's lap.

Charles feels vaguely naughty, completely naked while Erik is completely clothed, barely a hair out of place. He sends the feeling, the thrill , to Erik, so his lover can feel it too.

A dangerous smirk slowly stretches those wicked, wicked lips.

"Have you been a naughty boy, Charles?" he asks, his voice low and rough with just a hint of laughter. "Do you know what I do to naughty boys?"

Charles blinks, unsure how to react to this playful side of his lover. Erik is usually so serious in bed, eyes and hands searing and intent. But Charles supposes they aren't in bed - they are in the middle of the sitting room, sunlight streaming through the windows, and normal rules do not apply.

"What do you do to naughty boys?" Charles plays along, voice just a bit higher than he intended.

Erik moves so fast that Charles has no time to react, and by the time he gets his bearings he is staring down at his expensive Persian rug, arse in the air over Erik's lap and legs dangling down the other side.

"I put them over my knee. Do you want a spanking, sweetheart?" Erik purrs, one hand heavy across Charles's back to keep him down, the other lightly stroking his bum.

"Erik?" Charles asks, a bit uncertainly. He is willing to play along, but he's not sure the rules. Erik catches his hesitance immediately.

"If it gets to be too much, use your telepathy to stop me," Erik tells him seriously. "Promise me, Charles."

Charles promises.

Erik starts with soft pats that barely sting, warming Charles up slowly but surely. He shudders into Erik's lap as the slaps fall harder, quicker - unexpected in their placement, in their rhythm.

"Erik..." he whines, squirming under the touch. His bum burns, his skin feels hot and prickly, he can feel sweat beading at the small of his back and between his legs and on his forehead. Blood is rushing to Charles's head, and he's dizzy with it, with Erik's touches and the knowledge that he is not in control right now, but he could be if only he reached out with his mind and...

Erik's hand falls right where his arse meets his thigh, and Charles whines, thoughts scattering.

"Spread your legs," Erik orders sharply, his voice a low growl that spreads heat throughout Charles's body.

Charles swallows heavily, but obeys.

Erik takes to interspersing heavy hits to his bum with softer pats to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Charles is squirming, writhing, unable to stop himself from pulling away from the touches, pushing his (god, hard, how is he hard?) cock into the rough material of Erik's trousers.

"Hold yourself open for me," Erik murmurs, his hands turning gentle in an instant, stroking Charles gently, soothing skin he just slapped red. Charles shudders again at the command in that tone, and reaches back to comply, holding himself open wide for anything Erik wishes to go to him.

"I considered... but not today," Erik says, still stroking gently across Charles's sore buttocks. "Perhaps next time, I will use my hand until your skin flushes this beautiful shade of red. Then I will make you hold yourself open, just like this, so I can slide a heavy metal plug right into this pretty little hole."

Erik presses his thumb against Charles's hole with those words, a soft pressure that threatens but never quite slips in. He rubs softly around the rim, pressing just a little more firmly before lightening up to stroke over it gently.

Charles whimpers, pushing back into the touch, using his hands to spread himself wider.

"You would love that, wouldn't you, my little slut?" Erik continues. "You would beg and whine and plead for more, as I made it press against your prostate, vibrating just right, perhaps changing its shape and temperature. You love to watch me use my powers. How would you like to feel it, hmm? But that wouldn't be enough. Would it, sweetheart?"

"E-Erik..." Charles stammers. "Please."

Erik's thumb withdraws from where it is playing lightly with Charles hole, and he brings his hand up to Charles's lips.

"Suck," he says calmly, as if there is no doubt that Charles will comply.

Charles does not prove him wrong.

"I know it wouldn't be enough for you. So I would make you keep holding yourself open, just like this, while I take a switch to this pretty little hole, all full with that metal plug pressed right against your prostate, until you either come or cry. Would that be enough, you think?" Erik asks, as he pulls his fingers from Charles's mouth with a loud, wet sound.

Two of Erik's fingers, now wet with Charles's saliva, press gently into his hole, scissoring and stretching even as Erik hones in on Charles's prostate with laser precision. He rubs softly against that spot until Charles is moaning nearly constantly, so hard and wanting and...

Erik stops, removing his fingers to run his hand up and down Charles's spine.

"Get down on your knees and suck me, baby, and then we can see about what to do with that hard little cock of yours," Erik tells him with a smug smirk, helping Charles off his lap and onto the floor between his thighs. Erik's button and zipper are already open, the metal willing as always to Erik's bidding.

Almost as willing as Charles.

He kneels, because sitting back on his heels would put too much pressure on his poor red arse. Charles flicks his eyes up to see Erik smiling down at him fondly, before the other man tangles a hand in his hair and pulls him forward onto his straining cock.

Charles pushes forward, trying to get as much of Erik in his mouth as he can. But as always, it is far too much for him too handle - far too large to get down his throat without choking. Erik groans loudly, but he is still aware enough to pull Charles back a bit by his hair.

"God, Charles, your mouth," Erik moans, pushing his head down once again. Charles just breathes through his nose and swallows as best he can when his throat protests the intrusion, looking up at Erik with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a moment of his pleasure.

"You really are... the most beautiful thing," Erik tells him roughly, something close to worship in his lust-darkened eyes.

Those are his last words for a while, as Charles applies his ever-improving skills to sucking Erik's brain (and his ability to form words)out through his cock. Erik's hand tangle in his hair, heavy and there , but not quite directing.

Erik groans, loud and low, then pulls Charles back by his hair to come all over his face.

"Gorgeous," he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Just gorgeous."

Erik returns the favor when he recovers his breath, taking Charles deep into his throat even as he spreads him wide open on three fingers. Charles doesn't last long, too worked up from the spanking and the teasing and seeing Erik's face as he orgasms and the feeling of Erik's warm, sticky semen drying on his face and marking him.

Erik swallows around him as he comes, not spilling a drop. He gently laves Charles's softening member with his tongue until Charles is practically squirming in discomfort, making high, broken sounds in the back of his throat. Then Erik pulls off with a loud slurp, rearranging Charles until he is straddling his lap once again.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly, running a gently hand through Charles's sweaty hair.

Charles just huffs into his neck, snuggling closer. God, Erik still has all his clothes on, and Charles is a naked, sweaty mess, with come on his face and a bright red bum. If anyone walked in...

"Charles...are you alright?" Erik asks seriously, more insistent this time. "Was I too rough with you? Charles, let me see your eyes."

Charles huffs again, pulling back to look at Erik.

"I just had the best sex of my life. Let me bask in the glow," Charles murmurs softly, reaching up to take Erik's lips in a short, sweet kiss. "Though you are free to carry me back to our rooms."

Erik laughs, but he complies, as much Charles's as Charles is his. Charles just basks in his post-orgasmic daze, luxuriating in the warmth of Erik's arms and the strong pulses of fondness and affection and (god help them both) love that he can feel rolling off Erik in waves.

He wonders how red his arse is, how long it will take to fade, and how much he can milk it for before Erik snaps and takes him over his lap again.

Preferably with the metal dildo, as threatened.

Date: 2011-12-16 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/raffi__/

I think I just came, thankyouverymuch

So? Do we get another part? *winks*

Date: 2011-12-16 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jem80.livejournal.com
Holy freaking shit. I think my panties may have spontaneously combusted. This was HOT!!! Can wait for more!

Date: 2011-12-16 10:08 pm (UTC)
avictoriangirl: (ovaries exploded)
From: [personal profile] avictoriangirl
Hot hotness Batman! NNNNNNGH. *fans self*

Date: 2011-12-16 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] treksnoopy.livejournal.com
This has been the highlight of my day! I got to reread the first two and then this!

I'm thinking they should be practicing more! As much as possible! I'm only thinking of my own porny pleasure the boys and how good it will be.

Date: 2011-12-17 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lrndng.livejournal.com
Awww i love this series! pls have a happy ending rather than a sad angsty one on the beach

Date: 2011-12-18 06:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ender24
I combusted like the rest of yor readers.......................all ashes UNFUNF

Date: 2011-12-24 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sswiftstrike.livejournal.com
I loved your STXI stories, I'm so glad you're branching out to this lovely pair too. Please tell me there's more!

Date: 2011-12-28 07:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zoolooney.livejournal.com
**Gurgle**...excuse me whilst I run outside for a moment; considering it's just above freezing that should be enough to cool me down a bit.

Words cannot express how very much I am adoring this series. I ♥♥♥ this like whoa.

Date: 2012-01-07 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shelledwalnut.livejournal.com

Date: 2012-01-21 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wonderveggie.livejournal.com
*pants* Whoa. Um, yeah, I'll be in my bunk. (But I wouldn't mind some more installments of this series when I get back, just so you know.)

This was mind-blowing (among other things) hot.


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