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Charles was beautiful in the soft morning light. Erik couldn’t help but stare, overtaken with fondness.
His love was still sleeping, and it was no wonder, pregnant as he was. Seven months along with twins certainly wasn’t easy on the body.
And yet, Charles was radiant.
He had softened in the last few months; there was new roundness to his cheeks, new plushness to his hips and thighs and backside.
And there was his belly, of course, round and creamy pale, striped with stretch marks. The shirt Charles had worn to bed was too small and it rode up his middle, leaving the bump on full display.
Unable to resist, Erik placed his hand on Charles’s middle. He pressed his fingers down gently and was rewarded a moment later with a jolt of movement beneath Charles’s skin.
Erik beamed, pressing his fingers down again, and was delighted by more stirrings.
“Guten Morgen, meine Lieben.”
Beside him, Charles groaned, eyes still closed. “Well now you’ve got them riled up.”
Still grinning, Erik rubbed a soothing hand over Charles’ belly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Charles opened his eyes, expression indulgent and soft, even bleary as he was. “They know your voice. They like it when you talk to them. I can tell.”
Erik felt a rush of adoration for this man, brilliant for both his telepathic powers and his ability to bear life, a secondary mutation they’d only just discovered. And the thought of those gifts being used in tandem, Charles being able read the nascent minds growing within him, left Erik awestruck.
He surged up, pressing his lips to Charles’s with desperate heat that left no doubt about his intentions.
Charles hummed, returning the kiss with equal desire, his sleepiness rapidly fading away. Erik wasn’t surprised; the hormones had made Charles especially ravenous for him in recent weeks. He was more than happy to oblige.
When they broke for air Charles glanced down at his gravid self and then met Erik’s stare.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question.
Instead of responding with words Erik reached for the ever-present connection between his mind and Charles’s and sent along a torrent of feelings and impressions. Fondness for Charles and the babies inside him. Awe at the way his body adapted to bring new mutant life into the world. Arousal knowing he was the one who’d gotten Charles in this state.
In return, a rush of emotion came from the other end of the telepathic bond. Gratitude. Hope. Love. And a desperate undercurrent of want need please belying it all.
Keeping one hand splayed over Charles’s great belly, Erik trailed the other hand along Charles’s flank and up to his swollen, tender chest. He hissed when Erik’s fingers brushed against a rosy nipple.
“Sensitive,” Erik remarked, rubbing a slow circle around that sweet bud, eliciting a low moan from Charles. His torso was especially responsive since he’d lost sensation in his lower half. And now with the pregnancy… “Do you think I can make you come just from this?”
Please, Charles cried telepathically, I need— He reached around his middle to grasp between his legs, but before he could grip himself, Erik snatched his hand.
“You’re in a delicate condition,” he teased. “I don’t want you lifting a finger.”
Erik gave the nipple a pinch, and Charles cried out, arching closer. Pressed close, Erik put his hands on each side of Charle’s belly and shifted down to take Charles’s breast in his mouth.
It was nothing short of incredible, the way Charle’s body had changed in the last few months, not only to carry their children but also prepared to nourish them afterwards. Erik rutted against his round middle, cock already hard.
He wasn’t going to last long, and from the looks of things, neither was Charles. With each swirl of Erik’s tongue against his skin, Charles became more flushed, the sweet sounds coming from his mouth getting needier and needier. And beyond the physical cues, Charles’s pleasure was bleeding through their mental connection, a bright and molten thing.
Erik was unrestrained in his own affections as well, shameless projecting how wonderful it felt to have his cock chasing friction in the warm nook between Charles’s belly and thigh.
Tangled together, mind and body, it became impossible to tell where Erik’s own sensation ended and where Charles’s began. When Charles screwed his eyes shut and gasped “ Erik!” sure enough Erik felt the echoes of the other man’s release reverberating in his own senses before he even noticed Charles was coming between their abdomens.
With a final few frantic thrusts Erik found his own release, spilling all over Charles’s thighs and belly, holding him close and burying his face in his neck, suddenly desperate to be as close as physically possible.
He stayed like that for a few moments after, no sounds except for their panting breaths. His movements were languid when he at last disentangled himself and pressed a kiss to Charles’s lips before fetching a warm washcloth from the en-suite bathroom.
After wiping himself hastily Erik brought the cloth to Charles’s skin and wiped away the mess with gentle, deliberate motions, being especially careful when he handled Charles’s legs. Charles said nothing, just watched Erik with a soft expression. But even in the silence, their telepathic connection hummed with contentment.
The babies were moving again. Erik could feel the nudges against his palm.
“It won’t be much longer until they’re here,” Charles said, smiling as he traced idle circles over the stretched skin.
“No, not much longer at all,” Erik agreed. “How are you feeling about it all?”
Charles laughed. “Absolutely terrified. And you?”
“I’ve never been more scared of anything in my life,” Erik said truthfully, but he met Charles’s eyes and he knew he wasn’t alone in his simultaneous anxiety and excitement.
“We can do this,” Charles said, resolute and hopeful as ever. “There is nothing we can’t handle so long as we’re tougher.”
And, for once in his life, Erik found himself in agreement with Charles’s optimism.