amuly | Oxford Style

Title: Oxford Style
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Word Count: 2,188
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for a prompt at 1stclass_kink meme: Intercrural sex:Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. Maybe it's something that Charles discovered at uni and introduces to Erik. I would prefer that Erik is the one fucking Charles' thighs.
Warnings: smoking, tiny tiny reference to non-con, intercrural sex
A/N: Ooooo how I love writing intercrural sex. I was going to write this fic anyway, and then I saw the prompt on the kink meme and posted it under that, since it fills it.

Erik shoved Charles against the hotel room door, not caring that other guests might appear in the hall and witness their debauchery. As he kissed Charles and pressed a thigh between the other man's leg, Erik heard a moan bubble up from Charles' chest.

“Fuck,” Erik breathed. “Inside. Now.”

Charles fumbled with the key for a second, but with a wave of his hand Erik slid the tumblers into position and turned the lock himself. Once the door swung open, Erik wasted no time pushing Charles through it and slamming it shut.

Shoes were quickly toed off as the men found each other again, fingers threading through hair and teeth pinching lips. Beneath his long fingers Charles gasped as Erik pushed Charles' formal little jacket to the ground. His leather jacket joined it a moment later, before the sounds of belts and zips being undone filled the room.

“Get on the bed,” Erik growled. A thrill went through him as he watched Charles so quick to comply, practically tripping over his own trousers as he yanked them off and fell to the bed. Erik dropped his own trousers and was in the middle of shucking his shirt when he joined Charles, throwing two heavy thighs over the smaller man and effectively pinning him to the bed.

Charles was panting beneath him, beautiful cheekbones flushed as red as his glistening lips as he gazed up at Erik. “I have some slick in my bag,” he offered.

Erik raised his eyebrows, but moved off Charles so he could retrieve it. “Do this often?”

Charles' superior eye roll might have been irksome to Erik, if it weren't for the young man bending in two to reach into his bag as he did it. Erik stared unabashedly at the smooth curve of Charles' arse, down the cleft hiding his ultimate goal. Erik shivered before lazily fisting his cock as he watched Charles' muscles move and flex as he searched through his bag.

“They don't get the phrase 'Oxford Style' because we don't participate in the occasional buggering. Ah, here it is!”

Erik frowned and stopped stroking himself as Charles returned to the bed, KY Jelly firmly in hand. He let Charles kiss him once more, but when Charles began to rub the lubricant between his thighs, Erik grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Wait.” Charles' big, blue eyes stared up at Erik, eyebrows drawn together. Erik ignored his confusion as he examined the lubricant shining on Charles' thighs. Erik had heard of “Oxford style” before – usually when a guard was laughing about how that wasn't what was about to happen to him.

Coming to a decision, Erik removed his hand from Charles wrist and looked into his eyes. “Could you show me what you've done before. You know.” Erik brought his hand up to his head and waggled his fingers.

Charles snorted even as he drew his corresponding hand up to his own temple. “Why? Bit of a voyeur, are we?”

Erik shook his head absently as he braced himself for the images he was about to see. “On the contrary: the thought of seeing all those puerile university boys having their way with you is most unappealing. But I need to know what you've done. For... practical reasons.”

Charles shrugged as he touched two fingers to his temple. “If you insist.”

Erik gasped as a dozen memories flashed through his mind. Charles during his first year at Oxford, being initiated into the community. On his hands and knees, gasping as an upperclassman pushed between his thighs and started rutting. Being an upperclassman himself, laughing at the nervous new recruits with his friends. Rutting between a young man's thighs himself, gripping his back, reaching around to jerk the new student off. A handful of blow jobs; innumerable hand jobs.

Erik shook his head. “Enough.”

Obligingly Charles lowered his hand from his temple, smirking languidly. “So? Practical enough for you? Could we begin this?”

Erik hesitated. When Charles had flashed him a quick image of a bed and his mouth on Erik's bare stomach, Erik had imagined something quite different for the evening ahead of him. Glancing at Charles sitting next to him, naked and willing and oh so eager, Erik knew he would take what he could get. Still...

“I had thought you might be interested in doing something less proper.”

Charles frowned. “Oral sex, then? I'd be willing to give it a go, Erik, but honestly I'd rather you take a bath first. I'm not keen on-” Charles cut off abruptly, eyes widening. Erik wasn't sure if he had read his mind or just figured it out, but either way Charles seemed to understand what Erik had really been interested in this evening. “Erik! Only brutes do that!”

Erik felt a flash of irritation for the proper young man next to him. “Right. Sorry to offend your delicate sensibilities.” He made to get up from the bed only to find Charles wrapped around his back, holding him in place.

“Wait, wait.” Charles' fingers brushed over Erik's chest, tweaking a nipple here, soothing it with gentle strokes of his fingerpads a moment later. His chin was buried in the crook of Erik's neck, breath brushing hot over Erik's ear. Erik remained stiff beneath Charles, refusing to give into the temptation to lean against that warm, lithe body. He was damned if he was going to sleep with a man who whispered sweet nothings about his brilliant power one second and called him a neanderthal the next.

“Wait, Erik. I didn't mean it like that. Listen to me, my friend: please.”

Erik sighed. After a moment he tilted his head into Charles in the slightest acquiescence.

Charles continued. “Now I know why you wanted to see. I've never... not that. Not to someone, and certainly not on the receiving end. I didn't mean to call you a brute for liking it. At Oxford... there were things you did, and things you didn't. What you want was one of the latter. But,” Charles moved: curling himself around Erik's body until he was somehow in Erik's lap, between one blink and the next. Erik peered down at him, still holding himself stiffly. A wicked grin appeared on Charles' face as he rolled his hips softly down against Erik's. “But I'm not in university anymore, am I?”

Erik's eyes widened. Immediately a flush stained Charles' cheeks and he looked away. “Though if I might request we do it the old fashioned way tonight? I'd like some time to warm up to the idea of... your way.”

Now a small smile threatened to tug at the corners of Erik's mouth, so he leaned down and kissed Charles as gently as he knew how. “I can accept those conditions.”

Charles waggled his eyebrows before throwing himself down onto his belly, the mattress bouncing with his movements. “Good!” he said, voice muffled into the pillows. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at Erik, who watched as Charles' eyes darkened with lust. “Because I've spent the last month appreciating your fine form, my friend, and I'd rather not wait another night to experience it for myself.”

Erik's body was already responding to Charles' voice as he crawled across the bed and on top of the eager young man. The lube waggled invitingly over Charles' shoulder, so Erik snatched it up and slicked his erection with it, leaving his right hand wet with slick.

Pushing between Charles' thighs was anticlimactic compared to where Erik could be pushing into. But beneath him, Charles was groaning and whispering encouragements as if this was the best thing he had ever felt, so Erik tried to relax and enjoy the sensation. As it was, Charles was obviously well-versed in this type of sex: keeping his thighs clenched firmly together, giving Erik the tightest possible space to press into. The sensation was close: not quite, but close enough for Erik to feel his arousal grow, to start to lose himself in the sensation of thrusting between Charles' thighs, moving through that slick space as he felt his pleasure grow.

Fascinated, Erik watched himself disappear between Charles' thighs, slowing in his movements to feel every inch of the journey. As he slid in the top of his erection dragged past the cleft of Charles' arse, beneath his perineum, to rub against Charles' balls. He felt Charles shiver with every piece of skin Erik rutted against, giving his body over to each bit of sensation as Erik gave it to him. Charles' thighs twitched and trembled most violently when Erik was fully seated, his body arching back in almost agony as Erik pulled out, chasing his erection backwards. When Erik thrust in again Charles' moaned happily, head lolling forward in pleasure, fingers twisting in the sheets.

As his hips started to move faster, Erik let himself fold forward, lying against Charles' back. Beneath him the young man shivered, reaching a hand back to grab at Erik's flank. Erik grunted at the feeling of those neatly maintained nails digging into him, and he thrust harder. That was good. That felt more like sex: a little roughness, a little edge of plain to sharpen the pleasure. That was what Erik was used to.

Panting into Charles' undulating back, Erik bit down on the salty skin there, reveling in the sharp cry he managed to rip out of Charles with the action. Charles' body was moving quick against him, thighs trembling as they continued to clench tight around Erik. “Close?” Charles asked, head turned to the side.

To his own surprise, Erik realized he was close. Something about the way Charles was falling apart beneath him, his proper university boy persona lost in just a few minutes of attention on Erik's part, was impossibly arousing. With every stroke between Charles' thighs Erik could feel his own passions alight, in a way he hadn't thought possible.

“Yes,” Erik breathed. He reached his still-slicked hand beneath Charles' body and began to stroke the young man in time with his thrusts. Charles groaned and practically folded in on Erik's hand, choked-off cry escaping his lips a moment later as Erik twisted his wrist on the upstroke. Erik swore as Charles' thighs loosened in their grip around him, but then another moment later they were tightening again as Charles cried out, seed spilling into Erik's fist. A few more thrusts between sweat- and lubricant-slicked thighs and Erik was coming as well, painting the inside of Charles' thighs pearly white.

Charles was still trembling with the aftershocks as Erik climbed off him and lay down against his side. Reaching for his cigarettes on the bedside table, Erik lit one and offered one to Charles. “Good?”

Charles – who Erik had never seen smoke before – accepted the proffered cigarette with shaking hands. Erik lit it for him, watching with an amused smirk as Charles collapsed onto his back, groaning and rubbing at his thighs as he sucked a long drag from the cigarette with his other hand. When Charles brought the come-covered hand up to his mouth and lapped at it, however, Erik's amusement ceased immediately, and he ended up choking on the smoke from his cigarette.

Charles laughed as he let his hand fall down to his stomach, rubbing lazy circles there as he took another drag on his cigarette. “What do you think of university sex now?”

Erik rolled a shoulder as casually as he could, drawing on his cigarette as he tried to think of an appropriately nonchalant answer. Not that Charles couldn't find out Erik's real opinions if he wanted to, but they both enjoyed pretending that Erik wasn't an utterly open book to Charles – telepathic abilities or no. “An interesting experiment,” Erik finally came up with. Smoke curled between his lips as he turned to grin at Charles. “But I think more interesting will be seeing how you respond to my methods.”

Pressing closer to Erik, Charles rested his hand holding his cigarette casually on Erik's hip. “Really?”

Erik nodded. “Mm. And I have to admit,” Erik maneuvered himself closer to Charles, wrapping his arm around the young man's back and pressing his lips to Charles' ear. “I rather like the idea of being the first to open you up, the first to explore that secret place of yours, the first to make you come apart from the sensation of me inside of you.”

In his arms Charles shivered, sighing softly as Erik spoke.

Flicking his cigarette out, Erik moved his hand to Charles' arse, squeezing it tight. In his arms, Charles gasped. “I have many things I can show you.”

With a hand on Erik's chest, Charles pushed away to meet his eyes. Red lips curled into a smile as he looked up at Erik. “And I'll be honored for you to demonstrate them on me, my friend.”

Continue on to the sequel: New-Fashioned Buggery.

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