round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 183/?

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

“You look - ” Charles says, doesn’t finish his sentence, just does it again, presses up against Erik’s prostate to make him squirm and cry out, pushes Erik’s legs out of the way with his free hand when they threaten to dislodge him. “Oh, Erik - ”

“Please,” and Erik is surprised, himself, to hear himself beg. “Please, Charles. Please.”

When Charles pulls his fingers out and starts oiling up his own cock Erik feels empty and open, loose somewhere he has never been loose before, and for a moment it’s awful and he wants to say stop but then Charles is pressing the blunt, fat head of his cock against Erik’s hole, and pushing - in -

“Oh, oh, Erik!” Charles’ voice wobbles just a little bit, his jaw taut and gritted as he slowly slides into Erik, spreading him wide open and surely too big, ow, fuck, it feels like he’s being split - “God, Erik, you’re so tight - ”

Erik keeps his eyes fixed on Charles’ face, meets his hot gaze with his own watering eyes, this time from the strange sensation of being penetrated by something much bigger than fingers, legs splayed to accommodate Charles’ body and this man, this man who he loves, is - is -

Charles is fucking him open, his hips moving slowly at first, eyes watching Erik’s reactions before speeding up, moving faster, deeper, until they snap back up to catch Erik’s gaze and hold it, hot and intensely blue and aroused and Erik has never felt more strongly that Charles loves him, that Charles wants him, just like this -

“Kiss me,” he says, mouth and throat dry, and Charles bends forward as Erik half sits up as best he can for their mouths to meet, sloppy and wet and Charles is fucking him, cock sliding in and out of Erik’s ass with a grunt on every instroke and a hiss on the way out, the sounds fed into Erik’s mouth one by one, like they’re his. It hurts, making space for Charles inside of him, but he likes it, there’s pleasure in there too despite the pain. There’s an arm around his shoulder and Charles’ hand comes to wrap around Erik’s erection between them, tight and still wet with oil; when he starts to pump it, dragging his hand up and down the shaft, it’s all Erik can do not to come immediately from the double stimulation.

They move together on the bed, and even though he feels stretched open and sore Erik wants it, pulls Charles further in with his calf braced against Charles’ back and grunts when it makes Charles grind against him, hard and fast, eyes struggling to stay open as he thrusts.

Then those blue eyes open, and Charles’ face twists as he comes, fucking hard into him with short, sharp thrusts that pound into him mindless and endless. “Erik - ”

He can feel the hot come inside of him as Charles ejaculates into him, wet and slick around the pulsing thickness of Charles’ cock, but he doesn’t have enough time to decide how he feels about it before the hand on his own cock is jerking him harder, pulling on the sensitive head until he comes himself, crying out and convulsing around Charles inside him and squeezing down tightly enough to make the human groan and pull out, trailing fluid that leaks out of Erik’s ass after him and drips onto the sheets.

Charles bends over to kiss him again, and this time it’s gentle, this time it is - like every other time - perfect, perfect. Erik curls his fingers into Charles’ hair and kisses him back, tangles his tongue with Charles’ and can’t help but wonder if it can be like this every time.

When they break apart, Erik cradles Charles’ head in his hands, curves his palms to the shape of the bone and says, “What brought this on?”

And Charles bends into him, runs his hands down Erik’s sides, gives him this enigmatic look and says, “Brought what on?”

“Nothing,” Erik says, “never mind,” and tries to get Charles to stay straddling him, bearing him down into the soft down of the mattress under them, for as long as possible.



XII

The next day Charles says, “Erik, you need to let me go.”