He hummed softly, deciding to get him back for teasing. He placed little kisses along Erik's jaw as he spoke.
"Just some cookies. Mostly I was stress baking. Grading those papers takes a lot out of me."
He smiled and moved to run his hands up Erik's chest, moving to play with his love's hair.
"Can I get back to baking or are you going to hold me hostage for the rest of the night?" He purred softly.
He let a soft chuckle leave his lips. "Oh, it wasn't always like this. You know that. My German used to be horrific."
He purred, leaning into those kisses with a happy grin. He always loved being so close to Erik.
โNo, youโre actually quite good. Iโm proud โ you know you can do anything you put your mind to.โ
He nudged his nose against Charlesโ, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"Oh, good. . .I've been working on my German. I was afraid I'd he a lost cause, honestly."
He purred softly at the feeling of the others' hands on his skin. . .it felt so nice, honestly. Erik's touch always did.
โYes, my love, you translated it correctly.โ
His hands wandered, reaching up and under his shirt to splay over the skin or his back. So soft and warm.
He let out a tiny sound as he was picked up and he flushed brightly, looking at Erik with big eyes. That's not what he was expecting.
"I. . .if I translated that correctly then. . .then I love you, too." He's been working on his German specifically for Erik. Don't judge him.
Erik let out a soft sound and reached down to wrap his hands around the back of Charlesโ thighs, picking him up to sit him on the counter.
โIch liebe dich so sehr, Liebling.โ
He chuckled, hands moving to run through those locks. He also wasn't going to talk about how he had to get on his toes slightly to reach.
"I can tease you all I want, Erik. You tease me all the time." He purred softly.
Oh, those hands. . .as soft and sweet as always. . .those eyes that warmed his very soul. His whole entire world stood before him.
โDonโt tease, Charles,โ he whispered. โYou know what you do to me.โ
Charles let out a soft giggle, moving to cup Erik's cheeks so he has to look back up at him.
"Are you flustered, dear?" He asked softly. "Of all the filthy things that's left your mouth and me telling you how much I love you is what gets you hot and bothered?"
Oh โ his stomach did a little happy swoop and his gaze fell to the ground. An intense heat settled in his cheeks as his hand trembled, such words melted him from the inside out.
โC-Charles, you cant justโโ flustered man.
He chuckled and ran his thing over the man's cheek, humming softly.
"There's no need to be frustrated, darling. I promise. I have no plans on going anywhere anytime soon. Not without you."
He chuckled and cupped Erik's cheeks. Oh, how he loved this man. Sure, they had their differences but he loved him all the same.
"You seem frustrated by that fact, dear?" He cocked his head, trying to figure out his lover.
His heart jumped up into his throat and his cheeks reddened, his eyes opening to gaze upon his world.
โCharles,โ he purred. โThere arenโt enough words to describe the love I feel for you.โ
He seemed frustrated over the fact.
He was still smiling. It's not like it was rare to get Erik to show emotion or to hear him spill his heart to Charles anyway. But it did warm his heart.
"Are you alright, liebling?" Hey, he knows Erik likes hearing him try to speak German with bus English accent.
Why was he so incredibly moved in this moment? Why did he want to openly weep over how much he absolutely loved this man with his whole entire heart?
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ.
He made a soft sound at the squeeze, not really getting much time to do much in the way of reacting except to just return the kiss, resting his hands on Erik's chest.
But he was smiling.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฌ.
His free hand moved to the manโs waist and he squeezed ever so gently. He kissed him then, full of passion and purpose.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ โ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด.
"Don't lie, Erik. It doesn't look good on you." His poor attempt at dirty talk. He's trying his best here.
Also, he knows Erik just has a filthy mind.
"I never said I wanted you to stop, love."
โI donโt always have such thoughts, liebling. Blame the apron if you must. I just โ I adore you and sometimes I canโt contain it. I donโt know what to do with myself.โ
He sucked a bruise into his skin.
โIf you wish for me to stop, you only need to say the words.โ
"Well. . .yes, I was surprised. I don't expect you to have filthy thoughts day in and day outโ although now I'm sure I'll have toโ"
He gasped at the hair pull, his face even more flushed at this point. Damn this man.
"Erik, w. . . we're still in the kitchen, you know?"
โImagine you, being ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ that I โ Erik, was imagining filthy things about you in that apron.โ
He ran his hand through Charlesโ hair and gripped, pulling his head back to press kisses to his throat.
โAre you really so shocked?โ
He cleared his throat and put on a brave face to look up at him with the confidence of someone wearing a pink apron.
"Imagine my surprise to find dirty thoughts running through your head about me in my apron, Erik. How crude." Because Charles is innocent in this. Totally.
His smile was soft and blinding, he absolutely adored the man before him โ oh his little pink apron. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ? How can one person be so cute?
โI understand, liebling, forgive me. Youโre just so irresistible.โ
He flushed and hid his face with his hands for a moment. How could he be so dumb?
"Listen. . .I was very much taken off guard by you putting your hand around my throat while I was baking cookies." He was even wearing a cute lil pink apron.
The incredibly ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ things he planned on doing to Charles were momentarily forgotten as he realized what had just occurred.
โCharles. . .did you just. . .forget that you canโโ he giggled. ๐๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
His stomach was doing 80 million flips. The butterflies were intense and that was a fact.
"Iโ what do you mean?" You fucking idiot, you can read minds. He's not wearing his helmet. ". . .right."
He flushed, pressing two fingers to his temple and got even redder. "Oh my. . ."
He returns had no problems letting Erik kiss wherever he pleased, really. It made him weak in the knees regardless.
Butโ oh, the feeling of the tightening hand around his throat made him whimper softly. "I. . .m-may I ask what you're doing, dear?"
Erik smiled softly and proceeded to press kisses to Charlesโ face, anywhere he could possibly reach. His precious man.
โIs seems as though I have,โ he whispered, tightening his grip on his throat โ just a bit.
Could he tell how flushed he was? Because Charles was FLUSHED beyond belief. He definitely wasn't prepared.
But he did return the kiss quite happily. "You caught me while I was baking." He mumbled against his lips.