Cherik One Shots

Lick It Right

Summary- Erik came to come.

Warnings- smut galore, first time, flirty bickering, blow job, Charles bottom, Erik top, praise kink ("Academic" validation), couple years after first class but charles wasn't paralyzed/fixed it and still has his mutation bc writing smut is easier this way 💀

Word count-3451

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The late evening stroll to decompress from a long days' teaching usually went undisturbed. Usually.

Ubiquitous to the professor's wandering thoughts, the warm, almost tickling feeling of magnetism shook through the bits of metal Charles wore: his watch, tie clip, cufflinks, and belt buckle. Stopping in place from the low crunch of gravel, undoubtedly created by a new presence bedside him, the man couldn't help the small smile.

"You came back."

"I was bound to return home to you, old friend."

"Erik," Charles then formally greeted, turning with a hand held out which Erik happily shook. "It's been almost a year."

Erik grinned, all toothy, teasing, "Don't tell me you missed me?"

That earned a non-threatening smack across his arm coupled with a laugh, and the two continued the walk Charles had begun prior. They walked mostly in silence, neither requiring the small talk, enjoying each other's presence. Charles did, however, allow himself to skim Erik's thoughts, to mark his trip as either friend or foe. To his surprise, he didn't have to look long to see that he poses no threat. Erik was simply away recruiting mutants, like the two had done together years ago, but to join his brotherhood of mutant superiority rather than Charles' equality. Their simple divide had been resolved from the initial civil war-like conflict after a couple years of long negotiated talks —both mental and verbal— between the two. Now, they may bump heads on the field, but will never get physical— a contract that, if broken, would inevitably be the end to their lovely, friendly charade to which they both held far too much value to ruin. Thus, their friendship remains free of ideological differences.

"Fancy a game?" Charles inquired as the two ended up in the professor's room, chess board already situated as if Charles had expected the visitation. He's suddenly heard the low laugh as Erik closed the door behind him, locking it before turning to the awaiting man.

"I had something else in mind."

Charles was quite literally stunned, watching blankly at Erik, who was still by the door, nimbly thumbing at the necktie he had on. The movement, so simple, teasing the knot, slipping those long fingers in the tiny little hole in attempt to loosening but never fully doing so, eventually abandoning and trickling those fingers down the length of the tie and settling on the V tip. He slowly brought the tip of the tie to his teeth, never once parting eyes, and bit down on it to keep it in place, reveling in Charles' sudden shudder, marking a change in demeanor. Never has he seen the professor so silent, so attentive, so eager. He then let the tie fall, the soft thwack hitting his clothed muscular chest, obscenely, and sauntered toward the clearly aroused man.

"Should've dug deeper, Charles," Erik taunted, placing a hot hand on the professor's rapidly beating chest. "Know why I've come now? God, trying to rid myself from the desire to know what it's like to fuck you is so much harder when I feel you calling to me every night. Begging me to come back, unconscious and at peace, how could I ever disobey? You have a choice now, my dear... I fear your body's already decided, but I'd like to hear those pretty lips say so themselves."

"I-" Charles started, but promptly had to clear his throat and start again. "I haven't the slightest clue as to what to do."

Erik muttered simply, taking a step closer, "I'll teach you, professor. Think an old dog can learn some new tricks?"