CHERIK WRITTEN KISS MEME:
KISS ON THE HEAD:
“Erik?” said a gentle voice that was enriched with a soft British accent.
“Hmn?” Erik watched as Charles walked down the hallway of the mansion looking rather flustered.
The brunet finally got up to Erik, his delectable red lips grew darker as he chewed on them. “I need a favor.” He glanced sideways, his gaze flickering as a blush began to dapple his face, contrasting against his alabaster skin. “Well, you see my friend? There’s this book I need rather urgently and I suspect that Hank and Alex might have taken the library ladder and try to attach it to their tree house so there’s no possible way for me to reach the book I need so I was wonder-
Charles was stopped mid sentence when Erik pulled him close, leaning down to kiss him on the top of his head amongst a bed of chocolate tresses. “Of course Charles.”
The brunet’s royal blue eyes went wide in surprise before darkening in desire. The flush traveled further down his face. “Thank you Erik, I must think of a... proper way to repay you later for your kindness as well.
“I look forward to it.”
KISS ON THE KNEE:
“Erik love, what on earth are you doing?” Asked Charles in amusement as put aside the book he was currently reading. The two lovers were currently in bed, both naked as the day they were born.
Erik was near the end of the bed, kneeling as he manhandled Charles legs. He placed a chaste kiss on the brunet’s ankle before nuzzling his way up his leg. “Nothing at all,” he mumbled, his breath hot against Charles’ skin.
“Erik...” Charles’ voice was light and airy, his finders shuddered ever so slightly, need filing his very being.
Erik travelled higher before placing another kiss, sweet and chaste on the brunets‘ knee. “I love you.”
“Oh, Erik...” Charles reached out to Erik, pulling him up and embracing him tightly as they both became entangled in bedsheets and blankets. “I love you too.”
KISS ON THE LIPS:
“Two little boys had two little toys. Each had a wooden horse.”
Erik watched from the doorway as Charles sang Jean to sleep. His voice was soft, british accent enriching the words that fell from those perfectly bowed lips. The melody was warm, filled with such love and affection. It was as if that by singing in such a voice Charles would be able to convey them to Jean so that she would be able to absorb those emotions and use them somehow. So that they may protect her in her sleep.
Soon enough those emerald eyes closed, tiny child hands becoming lax from Charles’ hand. He kissed her on her head, amongst her vibrant red hair before fixing the blankets and leaving her room. “What’s wrong Erik?” asked Charles as he closed Jean’s door. There was a strange expression on Erik’s face.
Erik didn’t say anything. Instead all he did was place a hand against Charles’ cheek, his heart swelling with affection when the brunet leaned into the touch. He leaned in and their lips met. The kiss was chaste, simple and clean but it was filled with so much love that Erik had trouble speaking. The sheer emotion from such a simple act was overwhelming.
“Erik?” asked Charles with wide eyes when they broke away.
The taller male breathed in deeply as he touched their foreheads together. He stared into those blue eyes and felt at if he was sinking into a sea of perfection. “Do I get a lullaby as well?” he asked.
Charles only closed his eyes and smiled. “Of course, my friend.”
KISS ON THE CHEEK:
“...What does it mean by ‘golden brown?’ asked Charles he peered into the oven that was currently baking some scones. Living the privileged life as a child and then as a fast-food guzzling uni student had lead to Charles being somewhat inexperienced when it came to matters of cooking. The best he could really do was spaghetti, grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. At the very moment he was attempting to bake his very first batch of scones.
After all scones and tea were made for each other, just like peanut-butter and jelly sandwhiches.
Erik peered at the kitchen as well. “....I think they were golden brown about 10 minutes ago Charles.”
“Oh bugger,” sighed the brunet as he swiftly took the scones out of the oven and set them on the stove. Sure enough they were over cooked, the edges slightly charred. “... Oh dear, I think it they might actually be a health hazard...”
Erik suddenly took one from the tray and bit into it, his mouth was flooded with instant heat as the scone burnt his mouth and massacred his tastebuds. They tasted eggy and floury, dry and brittle like sand and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes as he tried to swallow it.
Charles looked adorable, his hands were covered in oven mitts, a ‘kiss the cook‘ apron covering his front. He bit onto his lower lips, blue eyes wide and nervous. “That bad?”
He couldn’t lie...and yet, he didn’t have the heart to tell the truth either. Erik instead chose to say the next best thing: Stating a fact. “It’s edible?”
The brunet seemed to understand and took pity on him. Smiling softly Charles stood on the balls of his feet to kiss Erik on the cheek. “Thank you my friend.”
KISS ON THE FOREHEAD:
“Erik... that... was amazing. Absolutely mind blowing,” said Charles as he stared at the ceiling of their four poster bed. They had just finished a bout of love making and Charles was now utterly satisfied, feeling utterly sated and boneless. He was still panting for breath, his lower half covered by the thin bed sheet.
Erik just grinned, wide and toothy like a shark as he placed his arms behind his bed, oozing confidence and sexual magnetism. He waited for his heavy breathing to die down before he scooped Charles into his arms till they were face to face.
“Oh goodness, another round?”
Erik laughed and he grinned again, revealing those pearly whites. “Maybe later, but for now sleep would be best don’t you think?”
“Mhn... sounds like a good idea, my friend.” Charles snuggled closer till they were chest to chest.
Erik leaned down to kiss the smaller male on the forehead. “Good night Charles.”
“Sweet Dreams Erik.”
KISS ON THE HAND:
“Erik!” gasped Charles, shocked at he stared at the taller male. “What in the name of- How did that happen?!”
Erik glanced down at his hands which were currently wrapped in bandages. He grinned sheepishly. “It turns out wood works is completely different to metal works so naturally there... were some... mishaps.”
“Does it hurt?” Charles took Erik’s injured hands, trying to survey the damage through the bandages. “Should we take you to the emergency room?”
“Charles I’m fine.” Erik smiled, trust Charles to overact to such an insignificant flesh wound. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
Charles was silent for a moment, as if thinking of something before he brought Erik’s hand up and placed a gentle kiss on Erik’s bound knuckles. “There,” he said, “They should be better in no time.”
Erik pulled Charles into a firm embrace. “Only you would do something like that.”
“And only you would get injured like that and make no fuss, my friend.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to take care of me then Charles.”