oh gooooood uuugh Erik with his cheek against her knee, looking up at her in absolute adoration as he sings for her (and how delicious it is that it is now she coaxing him ‘sing, my angel’).
And Raoul probably nodding away more often then not while she plays with his hair, which she doesn’t let him cut.
Erik never leaves the premises of the vast de Chagny estate; always has to watch from a window when his lovers are leaving for a night out. They’ll make it up to him when they come back, though; both warm and bubbly from champagne and wine, having him between them and making him fuck between their clasped, slippery hands…
Christine likes to bind his hands to the bed; have him vulnerable and exposed for her. Staring right in his disfigured face when she slowly sinks her silky little gash over his cock until she can see the tears brimming in his eyes and feel him deep in her belly.