“Are we talking about cutting off your air entirely, or just me having my hands around your throat?”
“Start with one, work our way up to the other?” Charles smiled. Erik still looked nervous, which was a very, very nice look on him; it made Charles want nothing more than to straddle his lap, stroke his hands through Erik’s hair, muss him and kiss him and shag him senseless. “Here. Just hold me there, for now.”
He moved Erik’s hand to his throat and helped Erik curve his fingers around the pale slender line of Charles’s neck. Erik’s thumb moved against Charles’s skin, and Charles moaned slightly, leaning forward into Erik’s grip. Erik tightened his hand almost imperceptibly, but it was enough to get Charles hard and aching, almost right away.
“This can’t be safe,” Erik murmured.
“When have you ever found sex to be safe?” Charles whispered back. “It’s a matter of calculated risk, darling. Will you take it with me?”
Erik’s hand flexed, his fingers squeezing lightly, so lightly, Charles was lightheaded from the high of having Erik’s hand there, not from lack of breath.
“All right,” Erik whispered, and Charles grinned at him, climbing up onto Erik’s lap and settling in for the long haul.