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Raven can't help but chuckle at Charles' antics and she wraps herself around his side. "Did you know that you are almost too easy to please? And predictable, too. You never leave any of them for me." She narrows her eyes a little at that. If he keeps doing it, she'll have to take matters into her own hands.
He snorts a little but there's an underlying affection in even the sarcastic tone in his voice, "Erik says the same thing, I find you're both just too difficult." A flash of teeth in his smile as he gives her a bit of a squeeze.
"I'll leave one or two next time, promise-- I just got carried away." He wiggles his fingers a bit in amusement, but the writhing has mostly stopped; the little puppets passing on.
"Liar. Oh, I'm sure you mean what you say. Until the next time you get bored. But I did want to at least give you some warning for what I'll do to you the next time you leave me behind." She twists a hand in his hair and kisses him. After a moment, she bites down sharply on his lip.
"I promise-- I'll have the others string them up or something, nice and fresh, waiting for you." He snorts with laughter, taking a moment to bury his face into her hair and hide his grin but he lets out a bit of a whine at the hair tug and moves as instructed. He doesn't really protest it, or even the fact he can taste copper when she bites into his lip. "Lesson learned." Kind-of.
"And deny me the pleasure of running them down myself?" Her tone is dry. "Charles, you spoil me."
She rests her chin on his shoulder. "So now that you're done playing with your toys, what next?"
"We'll let them go when you get here," He murmurs almost pouty as he nudges his cheek against the side of her head. "Like catch and release."
He sucks in his lower lip, licking at the bite mark for a second before letting out a huff, "I don't know-- there's none left here, it's quite boring."
She reaches a hand up and trails her finger along his lip. "You have the entire world and you can't think of something to entertain you. Maybe we should find what kind of trouble Erik's getting into and help him get in more." She likes that thought. She always has fun with Erik.
His eyes follow her hand, since he can't quite see her finger. Parting his lips he nips at her, but doesn't actually bite down, instead giving the digit a tug and licking the light smear of blood off. "He..." He releases her finger with the pout of the belligerent child he was sometimes, "He hasn't been out to play all day; we should make him."
"Or you can go sulk and I can have fun with him without you. I'm sure if I slipped into his bed, he'd have no reason to reason to complain and you can go entertain yourself." She smirks and kisses his chin.
He huffed again, edging closer and kissing her nose lightly, "Don't leave me." He looks genuinely off-put by the thought of being left out, fingers lacing at her back and tugging her a bit closer.
"And how are you going to convince me to stay, Charles? So far, that seems the better offer." Of course, he could 'convince' her, but there were much more interesting ways than to do it that way. At least between the two of them.
"Raven," He protests in that low, needy tone. Tipping his head to the side and gently nudging his face against her neck, cradling close in his unusual attachment. "Come on now, don't be like that." He traced his teeth along the blue skin below his lips.
His teeth cause a slight hitch in her breath. "You should know me better than that. You and me against the world, remember?" She takes a step back and offers her a hand. "Come on. Let's go put on a show so that when Erik gets back, he knows just what he's missing. I'll make it a challenge. Which of us can scream loudest."
He grinned a bit, letting his fingers link with hers and a nod followed, "Good." It's debatable if he would have let her leave without him if his persistence didn't work, he wasn't all that good at sharing really. "He's going to be upset we left him out," But that just seems to make him grin more.
She pulls him into Erik's bedroom, leaving the door open behind them. She doesn't care who hears or sees. In fact, she's planning on Erik walking in on them. "What do you think I'm counting on. Tell me, Charles, did you think about me when we were growing up?"
"What do you mean?" He murmurs as he drops his ass onto the edge of the bed. It was comfortable-- not as comfortable as his, but acceptable. He cocks his head in her direction trying to pull her closer by their intertwined hands.
She comes at the tug easily, setting herself easily in his lap. "Exactly what I said. Did you think about me?" She leans in and bites his lip again and licks away the blood that forms.
"Of course I did, you were all I had." He mumbles at the bite, a low delighted sound following as he dug his fingers into her hips. "Why are you asking?"
"Because I want to know what you were thinking. In exquisite detail, if you please." She rocked her hips against him and smirked. "All your dirty little secrets."
"What if I don't feel like telling you?" He wrinkled his nose, just a tad, but pushed his hands down on her hips trying to keep her rocking against him.
She stopped. And taunted. "I could go find Erik. Without you." She was playing with fire and she knew it. The thing was that she enjoyed getting burned. "In fact, I can tell him the first thing I thought the night after I met him. I'm surprised you couldn't hear me. I was pretty loud."
"Don't." His teeth are bared again, but this time it is more of a sneer than a smile. Digging his nails in and glaring up at her, "You can't play, without me, Raven. I won't have it."
Raven hissed. "And who says you have a choice, big brother? I'll fuck who I want to fuck. Maybe I should make you watch. If I asked you to nicely enough, I'm sure Erik could have you against that wall easily enough and you could watch from the sidelines as I fuck him."
He very nearly growled in reply, "Good fucking luck with that one Raven, I have a feeling if you tried it things might not work out as you planned."
God, she loved that tone in his voice. She squirmed in his lap. "No? Then how do you think it'd work, Charles?" She slid off and crawled back onto the bed, stretching herself out. Her fingers trailed along her body. "You don't think he'd want me?"
"I'm sure he'd want you," He huffed, that switch flipped toward predator from brat as he made his way after her. Climbing over her just enough to nip at her hip. "Doesn't mean I'd let him have you."
She threaded her hand through his hair and yanked, eyes narrowing. "You're not with me all the time. Maybe I'll crawl in here when you're playing with your pets. You wouldn't be able to stop me."
He winced at the sudden tug, tilting his head to the side and aiming a generous bite for her side. Not enough to break skin, but enough to hurt if he could get her in his mouth. Don't think I won't know.
Raven shuddered both because of the bite and because he was talking to her. "I was counting on you knowing." Because he was looking into her, she threw a few choice fantasies of her and Erik at him. Her riding him. Her pinned to the bed. Them fucking on Charles' chair.
That would show him to look where he wasn't wanted.
He climbed up over her in an instant, making a grab for her wrists so he could keep her firmly pressed into the bed. His voice lowering, dangerous and unhappy, "I could ruin that for you so easy." He ghosted his breath against her neck, a nip or two given. "Go into that pretty mind of yours and ruin every fucking desire you've ever had for anyone else," He pushes against her cheek with his own, almost animalistic in his claim. "Would you want that? I could make it so no one else could ever bring you over the edge again-- and you'd be mine, just mine. Then what?"
She squirmed underneath him and her breath came in shallow gasps. "You wouldn't like me like that," she promised. "Passively letting you have your way. I think, I hope, you'd prefer me hot and eager and challenging you all the way. Because I'll tell you what I'm not."
She lifted her chin, made sure she caught his eye, and snarled at him. "I am not your pet. So don't think about making me one."
There's a soft scoff from him but he doesn't argue, most days he isn't sure what he wants, it's a moment to moment thing. But he does love Raven, and he supposes he might not if she were different. He doesn't spend to much time thinking about what could be and instead crushes his lips down against hers.
I'll think about it all I want.
He has her wrists, but she has her legs and she wraps them around him. She uses a strong push of her hips to twist them so that he's on the bottom. "I have other things you can think about, Charles." She rolls her hips. "But I need my hands back."
He grunts and squirms for a moment against the mattress before he finally concedes and lets go of her wrists, "Fine." He huffs out a breath, but it's hard to focus with the ways he keeps pushing her hips down on him.
As soon as he lets her wrists go, she starts unbuttoning his shirt. "You don't have to sound so put out. Unless you don't want me." She slips back a little on his hips so she can pull him up off the bed and shove his shirt off. She presses her bare chest against his. "And I know you want me."
He grunts a little but complies, balling his shirt up once it's off and tossing it out of the way; he doesn't want to end up laying on the buttons. "You know I do." Is the best answer he's got, he's just being a brat because he likes to do things his way and giving that up isn't always the easiest thing for him. His hands move from digging into her sides to gripping her arse and pulling her closer. "You're frustrating."
"Poor Charles," she murmurs. She nuzzles his cheek and nips at his ear. "I'm the younger sister. I'm supposed to be a pain in the ass." She runs her fingers along his back. Pale, smooth skin to contrast with her own skin. Hers is darker, for sure, and rougher in patches mostly around her chest and stomach. Or at least textured if not rough.
"So you tell me," He braces his feet against the bed to give himself leverage, pulling her down when he pushes his own hips up. "I think you like making me upset with you." He breathes against her shoulder before biting down again.
"It has its upsides," she answers with a soft groan. "Not even Erik can rival how hot you are when you're angry." Especially since Charles is hers. Or, as he would say, she's his. She prefers her way. She likes walking that dangerous edge, never quite sure if she's going to push too far. Now that Erik's here, it's easier to push Charles' buttons.
"Good." And it's a little snappish, and perhaps a bit jealous, he wouldn't have liked to hear otherwise. That was for sure. Tongue brushing against the blue skin under his mouth he crawls his hands up her back. "He gets enough attention from you already."
"And now we're in his bed. What will you do when he gets back here?" She leans in and ducks her head, biting down at a choice spot on his collarbone. Mostly it's to hide the sudden surge of desire that idea brings. Caught between the two of them, there's no place she'd rather be."\
A noise leaves him, something caught between a hiss and a groan as he digs his short clipped nails into her back. "Depends on if he's more aroused or angry," A breathy chuckle as he moves to nip just under her ear before tugging the lobe. "If he's angry, we'll have to give him attention till he stops trying to destroy things, if he's aroused, well then maybe, maybe I'll share you."
Sharing. Yes, she'd like being shared by the two of them. And sharing Erik with Charles. And Charles with Erik. She slips to Charles' side and reaches down to stroke him over his pants. "Well you don't have to share me right now. It's just you and me. And you haven't come close to making me scream yet."
"Fuck." Is the most articulate response he's got at the moment, instead he's kicking his shoes off with a bit of effort and trying to reclaim his spot on top of her, using one knee to try and wedge it between her thighs. "Screaming won't be too far off, sweetheart."
She doesn't mind rolling over. It means that she can help him take those pants off. It also means that she can press against his leg and ride him. "If you say so." There she is again, pushing him so that he'll push back. One of these days, one or both of them is going to end up bloody. Well, bloodier than just his lip.
He helps with his slacks, tossing the belt to the side and then pushing them down with some effort, his leg rising when it could to grind into her. "I do say so," He hisses trying to get a fistful of her hair and force her to look up at him. "And my say so is the only one that matters."
She pants a little and her eyes are slightly glazed as she looks at him. "You, you, you. It's always all about you." She grabs his free hand and puts it on her breast. "Maybe I should make it all about me, me, me." She lifts her hips and moves them harder. She's almost getting the friction she needs from him.
"I like it better when it's about me." He grunts pushing his knee up harder once his slacks are out of the way, keeping his hand in her hair, yanking it backward harder and harder trying to get her back to arch upward.
That pulls a whimper from her and she arches up, closing her eyes when they water slightly. "Charles..." Her voice is a little ragged and she drags her nails across his back. She needs him to touch her at the very least, but she can't quite get the word 'please' out of her mouth.
He takes a moment to look her over before he's let go, grabbing the underside of her knee with one hand so he can yank her leg up and out of the way to try and wedge between them and press flat against her. "Mmhm."
"Careful! I'm fragile." She laughs at that and wraps her leg around the back of his hip. The idea that she's fragile at all is silly and the idea that he won't do anything because she's asking him not to is also a little funny. He'd only agree if that's what he wanted.
"Of course you are," He mutters almost absently, more concerned with the skin under his mouth and the warmth between his legs. He pushes his hips forward with a small groan, grinding against her while one hand slides under her shoulder and grips it from below to keep her in place as he moves. "Do you need--?" The question trails off but the intent is still there, did she need anything before he lost that last tether of control on his libido.
"Need?" she replies. She's not exactly sure what he's asking, probably because it's been a very long time since Charles thought to ask what she wanted or needed. She's gotten used to taking care of herself. In more ways than one. She worries his lip with her teeth and rolls her hips to meet his. She wants a lot of things, but she's not sure whether she needs any of them. Except him.
He snorts a little but there's an underlying affection in even the sarcastic tone in his voice, "Erik says the same thing, I find you're both just too difficult." A flash of teeth in his smile as he gives her a bit of a squeeze.
"I'll leave one or two next time, promise-- I just got carried away." He wiggles his fingers a bit in amusement, but the writhing has mostly stopped; the little puppets passing on.
"Liar. Oh, I'm sure you mean what you say. Until the next time you get bored. But I did want to at least give you some warning for what I'll do to you the next time you leave me behind." She twists a hand in his hair and kisses him. After a moment, she bites down sharply on his lip.
"I promise-- I'll have the others string them up or something, nice and fresh, waiting for you." He snorts with laughter, taking a moment to bury his face into her hair and hide his grin but he lets out a bit of a whine at the hair tug and moves as instructed. He doesn't really protest it, or even the fact he can taste copper when she bites into his lip. "Lesson learned." Kind-of.
"And deny me the pleasure of running them down myself?" Her tone is dry. "Charles, you spoil me."
She rests her chin on his shoulder. "So now that you're done playing with your toys, what next?"
"We'll let them go when you get here," He murmurs almost pouty as he nudges his cheek against the side of her head. "Like catch and release."
He sucks in his lower lip, licking at the bite mark for a second before letting out a huff, "I don't know-- there's none left here, it's quite boring."
She reaches a hand up and trails her finger along his lip. "You have the entire world and you can't think of something to entertain you. Maybe we should find what kind of trouble Erik's getting into and help him get in more." She likes that thought. She always has fun with Erik.
His eyes follow her hand, since he can't quite see her finger. Parting his lips he nips at her, but doesn't actually bite down, instead giving the digit a tug and licking the light smear of blood off. "He..." He releases her finger with the pout of the belligerent child he was sometimes, "He hasn't been out to play all day; we should make him."
"Or you can go sulk and I can have fun with him without you. I'm sure if I slipped into his bed, he'd have no reason to reason to complain and you can go entertain yourself." She smirks and kisses his chin.
He huffed again, edging closer and kissing her nose lightly, "Don't leave me." He looks genuinely off-put by the thought of being left out, fingers lacing at her back and tugging her a bit closer.
"And how are you going to convince me to stay, Charles? So far, that seems the better offer." Of course, he could 'convince' her, but there were much more interesting ways than to do it that way. At least between the two of them.
"Raven," He protests in that low, needy tone. Tipping his head to the side and gently nudging his face against her neck, cradling close in his unusual attachment. "Come on now, don't be like that." He traced his teeth along the blue skin below his lips.
His teeth cause a slight hitch in her breath. "You should know me better than that. You and me against the world, remember?" She takes a step back and offers her a hand. "Come on. Let's go put on a show so that when Erik gets back, he knows just what he's missing. I'll make it a challenge. Which of us can scream loudest."
He grinned a bit, letting his fingers link with hers and a nod followed, "Good." It's debatable if he would have let her leave without him if his persistence didn't work, he wasn't all that good at sharing really. "He's going to be upset we left him out," But that just seems to make him grin more.
She pulls him into Erik's bedroom, leaving the door open behind them. She doesn't care who hears or sees. In fact, she's planning on Erik walking in on them. "What do you think I'm counting on. Tell me, Charles, did you think about me when we were growing up?"
"What do you mean?" He murmurs as he drops his ass onto the edge of the bed. It was comfortable-- not as comfortable as his, but acceptable. He cocks his head in her direction trying to pull her closer by their intertwined hands.
She comes at the tug easily, setting herself easily in his lap. "Exactly what I said. Did you think about me?" She leans in and bites his lip again and licks away the blood that forms.
"Of course I did, you were all I had." He mumbles at the bite, a low delighted sound following as he dug his fingers into her hips. "Why are you asking?"
"Because I want to know what you were thinking. In exquisite detail, if you please." She rocked her hips against him and smirked. "All your dirty little secrets."
"What if I don't feel like telling you?" He wrinkled his nose, just a tad, but pushed his hands down on her hips trying to keep her rocking against him.
She stopped. And taunted. "I could go find Erik. Without you." She was playing with fire and she knew it. The thing was that she enjoyed getting burned. "In fact, I can tell him the first thing I thought the night after I met him. I'm surprised you couldn't hear me. I was pretty loud."
"Don't." His teeth are bared again, but this time it is more of a sneer than a smile. Digging his nails in and glaring up at her, "You can't play, without me, Raven. I won't have it."
Raven hissed. "And who says you have a choice, big brother? I'll fuck who I want to fuck. Maybe I should make you watch. If I asked you to nicely enough, I'm sure Erik could have you against that wall easily enough and you could watch from the sidelines as I fuck him."
He very nearly growled in reply, "Good fucking luck with that one Raven, I have a feeling if you tried it things might not work out as you planned."
God, she loved that tone in his voice. She squirmed in his lap. "No? Then how do you think it'd work, Charles?" She slid off and crawled back onto the bed, stretching herself out. Her fingers trailed along her body. "You don't think he'd want me?"
"I'm sure he'd want you," He huffed, that switch flipped toward predator from brat as he made his way after her. Climbing over her just enough to nip at her hip. "Doesn't mean I'd let him have you."
She threaded her hand through his hair and yanked, eyes narrowing. "You're not with me all the time. Maybe I'll crawl in here when you're playing with your pets. You wouldn't be able to stop me."
He winced at the sudden tug, tilting his head to the side and aiming a generous bite for her side. Not enough to break skin, but enough to hurt if he could get her in his mouth. Don't think I won't know.
Raven shuddered both because of the bite and because he was talking to her. "I was counting on you knowing." Because he was looking into her, she threw a few choice fantasies of her and Erik at him. Her riding him. Her pinned to the bed. Them fucking on Charles' chair.
That would show him to look where he wasn't wanted.
He climbed up over her in an instant, making a grab for her wrists so he could keep her firmly pressed into the bed. His voice lowering, dangerous and unhappy, "I could ruin that for you so easy." He ghosted his breath against her neck, a nip or two given. "Go into that pretty mind of yours and ruin every fucking desire you've ever had for anyone else," He pushes against her cheek with his own, almost animalistic in his claim. "Would you want that? I could make it so no one else could ever bring you over the edge again-- and you'd be mine, just mine. Then what?"
She squirmed underneath him and her breath came in shallow gasps. "You wouldn't like me like that," she promised. "Passively letting you have your way. I think, I hope, you'd prefer me hot and eager and challenging you all the way. Because I'll tell you what I'm not."
She lifted her chin, made sure she caught his eye, and snarled at him. "I am not your pet. So don't think about making me one."
There's a soft scoff from him but he doesn't argue, most days he isn't sure what he wants, it's a moment to moment thing. But he does love Raven, and he supposes he might not if she were different. He doesn't spend to much time thinking about what could be and instead crushes his lips down against hers.
I'll think about it all I want.
He has her wrists, but she has her legs and she wraps them around him. She uses a strong push of her hips to twist them so that he's on the bottom. "I have other things you can think about, Charles." She rolls her hips. "But I need my hands back."
He grunts and squirms for a moment against the mattress before he finally concedes and lets go of her wrists, "Fine." He huffs out a breath, but it's hard to focus with the ways he keeps pushing her hips down on him.
As soon as he lets her wrists go, she starts unbuttoning his shirt. "You don't have to sound so put out. Unless you don't want me." She slips back a little on his hips so she can pull him up off the bed and shove his shirt off. She presses her bare chest against his. "And I know you want me."
He grunts a little but complies, balling his shirt up once it's off and tossing it out of the way; he doesn't want to end up laying on the buttons. "You know I do." Is the best answer he's got, he's just being a brat because he likes to do things his way and giving that up isn't always the easiest thing for him. His hands move from digging into her sides to gripping her arse and pulling her closer. "You're frustrating."
"Poor Charles," she murmurs. She nuzzles his cheek and nips at his ear. "I'm the younger sister. I'm supposed to be a pain in the ass." She runs her fingers along his back. Pale, smooth skin to contrast with her own skin. Hers is darker, for sure, and rougher in patches mostly around her chest and stomach. Or at least textured if not rough.
"So you tell me," He braces his feet against the bed to give himself leverage, pulling her down when he pushes his own hips up. "I think you like making me upset with you." He breathes against her shoulder before biting down again.
"It has its upsides," she answers with a soft groan. "Not even Erik can rival how hot you are when you're angry." Especially since Charles is hers. Or, as he would say, she's his. She prefers her way. She likes walking that dangerous edge, never quite sure if she's going to push too far. Now that Erik's here, it's easier to push Charles' buttons.
"Good." And it's a little snappish, and perhaps a bit jealous, he wouldn't have liked to hear otherwise. That was for sure. Tongue brushing against the blue skin under his mouth he crawls his hands up her back. "He gets enough attention from you already."
"And now we're in his bed. What will you do when he gets back here?" She leans in and ducks her head, biting down at a choice spot on his collarbone. Mostly it's to hide the sudden surge of desire that idea brings. Caught between the two of them, there's no place she'd rather be."\
A noise leaves him, something caught between a hiss and a groan as he digs his short clipped nails into her back. "Depends on if he's more aroused or angry," A breathy chuckle as he moves to nip just under her ear before tugging the lobe. "If he's angry, we'll have to give him attention till he stops trying to destroy things, if he's aroused, well then maybe, maybe I'll share you."
Sharing. Yes, she'd like being shared by the two of them. And sharing Erik with Charles. And Charles with Erik. She slips to Charles' side and reaches down to stroke him over his pants. "Well you don't have to share me right now. It's just you and me. And you haven't come close to making me scream yet."
"Fuck." Is the most articulate response he's got at the moment, instead he's kicking his shoes off with a bit of effort and trying to reclaim his spot on top of her, using one knee to try and wedge it between her thighs. "Screaming won't be too far off, sweetheart."
She doesn't mind rolling over. It means that she can help him take those pants off. It also means that she can press against his leg and ride him. "If you say so." There she is again, pushing him so that he'll push back. One of these days, one or both of them is going to end up bloody. Well, bloodier than just his lip.
He helps with his slacks, tossing the belt to the side and then pushing them down with some effort, his leg rising when it could to grind into her. "I do say so," He hisses trying to get a fistful of her hair and force her to look up at him. "And my say so is the only one that matters."
She pants a little and her eyes are slightly glazed as she looks at him. "You, you, you. It's always all about you." She grabs his free hand and puts it on her breast. "Maybe I should make it all about me, me, me." She lifts her hips and moves them harder. She's almost getting the friction she needs from him.
"I like it better when it's about me." He grunts pushing his knee up harder once his slacks are out of the way, keeping his hand in her hair, yanking it backward harder and harder trying to get her back to arch upward.
That pulls a whimper from her and she arches up, closing her eyes when they water slightly. "Charles..." Her voice is a little ragged and she drags her nails across his back. She needs him to touch her at the very least, but she can't quite get the word 'please' out of her mouth.
He takes a moment to look her over before he's let go, grabbing the underside of her knee with one hand so he can yank her leg up and out of the way to try and wedge between them and press flat against her. "Mmhm."
"Careful! I'm fragile." She laughs at that and wraps her leg around the back of his hip. The idea that she's fragile at all is silly and the idea that he won't do anything because she's asking him not to is also a little funny. He'd only agree if that's what he wanted.
"Of course you are," He mutters almost absently, more concerned with the skin under his mouth and the warmth between his legs. He pushes his hips forward with a small groan, grinding against her while one hand slides under her shoulder and grips it from below to keep her in place as he moves. "Do you need--?" The question trails off but the intent is still there, did she need anything before he lost that last tether of control on his libido.
"Need?" she replies. She's not exactly sure what he's asking, probably because it's been a very long time since Charles thought to ask what she wanted or needed. She's gotten used to taking care of herself. In more ways than one. She worries his lip with her teeth and rolls her hips to meet his. She wants a lot of things, but she's not sure whether she needs any of them. Except him.