[While he chooses to view his mutations as blessings and with pride, Kurt’s not blind to the problems and dangers other mutants face with their powers or abilities. Or even their looks. He’s seen Scott’s face turn to watch other couples kiss, particularly when one or the other lifts their sunglasses or gazes into their partner’s eyes. Even though Kurt can’t see his boyfriend’s eyes, he can sympathize with what Scott’s feeling. Part of himself locked away behind a quartz prison. Dangerous. Unknown. Of course it’s frustrating. And that’s not even getting into the “color-blindness” of sorts. How many times has Kurt completely embarrassed himself by pointing at a poster or a flowering plant, excitedly talking about the colors, and then realized exactly what he just said. Granted, Scott’s seen those colors before his mutation came about so… it might not be bad all the time. To be treated as normal rather than have everyone tiptoe around him. It’s a delicate balance for sure. Another reason why he likes to be with Scott like this. While his boyfriend’s eyes can’t be completely bared, the rest of them can. Skin to skin, breaths mingling, hands exploring and searching. Something to feel that mix of normal and unique entwined as one.
Lips follow the scars on his flesh and Kurt leans into them, pressing his body to Scott’s wherever they’re connecting. At least his American can see the darkness bloomed on his throat from that hickey. Yeah, Kurt’ll be wearing his collar up tomorrow for a reason other than just “that’s his style” or comfort. *ahem* Sometimes he’ll leave marks on Scott too, but it’s rare due to his protective and shy nature. Scratches or bruises tend to make him feel utterly guilty the following day even as Scott tries to convince him he likes it. But at least Kurt’s becoming more accepting of leaving hickies on his boyfriend. And the occasional bite… though only about half of them are deliberate.
… verdammt. Scott’s being a cheeky brat again. Kurt pulls his head back enough to shoot the other man a pouting glare, though it’s barely holding as his face wants to crumble into another moan again. Which he does soon enough and drops his head, blue-streaked bangs flopping over Scott’s light-skinned shoulder. His mouth falls open, stomach clenching as his lungs pump his air all over his boyfriend’s neck and collar. Between the hand playing with the pointed shell of his ear to the hand and mouth tormenting the tip of his tail, Kurt’s a tightly-arched blue wire above Scott right now. He at least manages to crack one amber eye open enough to luck out on getting a very nice view of his boyfriend’s stomach tightening up like that, abs prominently showing under his skin. The sight steals Kurt’s breath for a moment, tongue rushing over his fangs.
Then melts all over again the hand on his ear abandons the pointed perch and cups his face. He lifts his head as Scott brushes his face, eyes dilated from lust and affection. Being told to relax… being called “love”… and pointing out he definitely doesn’t want to stop. Those things make his heart slam all over his ribs again.] Nein… I don’t… [He tries his best to relax, forcing his tail’s thrashing to stop so he won’t pull it out of Scott’s grip again. The moment’s pause at least gives him some chance to finally tug his leg back over Scott’s other leg, so he can straddle his lover’s hips and clench his waist and thighs between his own kneeling limbs.]
Keep going… [Kurt leans forward and gently bumps his forehead against Scott’s. Bringing himself so near the other’s eyes, his own gaze looking right into the ruby visor blocking his boyfriend’s. A blue nose brushes white since he’s not going to brush his tail aside for a kiss just yet. And since his ‘troublemaker’ boyfriend’s grinning at him again. Kurt’s mouth falls open, eyes widening as lips close around the tip of his spade. A silent moan of surprise and pleasure spills out and Kurt’s stomach quivers as his air stammers on his tongue. That—that’s not something he’s felt before. Feels like—fireworks? All over his spade, radiating from the tip resting in Scott’s warm mouth. Kurt clutches at his boyfriend’s shoulders with his hands, two fingers and thumbs holding onto his skin hard enough to squeeze his muscles. His legs likewise clench up around Scott’s jeans-clad lower half and Kurt has to remind himself to breathe.]
[ The lack of eye contact is the most hurtful part. Not so much because he isn't used to a world of red by now, but because it feels like he's not giving his partner all of himself. Part of him, even if it's something as absurd as the color of his eyes and the expressions that come with them, must always remain hidden. The visor is both a crutch and a curse.
He can't share people's joy for watching movies, sightseeing or even simpler things like shopping for clothes. He needs help to do the later lest he ends mixing colors that clash horribly, and at his age, it's beyond frustrating. And so, Scott mostly sticks to greys, blues, and blacks. Simpler colors, but it's hard to mess up yoru wardrobe while wearing those. Dull colors for a dull life. Not like the rest of their life as part of the x-men doesn't make it up for it, it's anything but boring.
None of those issues is something he wants to think about now and thanks to Kurt, he doesn't have to. The other man has the natural ability to make Scott feel better with himself, to feel loved and special. If he's focusing on Kurt's love and his pleasure, Scott doesn't think about his own shortcomings. He loves the way Kurt reach to his touches, light or meaningful, teasing or challenging. And yes knowing that he's the reason why Kurt is wearing scarves or high collars makes Scott smile to himself.
Given how the touches to his tail are affecting him, Scott hopes he can goat his boyfriend into using those lovely fangs of his in vengeance. Kurt's head is already bowing over his shoulder, heated breath against his pale skin, it would be so easy. But of course, Kurt chooses this moment to be absolutely sweet and Scott shouldn't have been surprised. ]
Good. Me neither. [ He gives him time to gather his bearings, to really make an attempt to ease his quickly beating heart and his nerves. The tail no longer feels like a living thing under his palm, it's still warm and undulating but Scott doesn't fear to lose his grip on it anymore. Kurt moves and it's his turn to gasp at the extra weigh on his lap, mentally thinking Oh, yes when strong thighs trap him. All that jumping around and climbing walls sure did wonders to the blue mutant's muscles. ]
As you wish. [ His eyes close behind the visor as they press their forehead together, the touches of his hands slowing down but not stilling. It's more fun, in the long run, to keep Kurt on the edge of pleasure, close but not yet there. Scott keeps his answers short because he likes the tails were it is too, pressing against his lower lip when he isn't bowing his head a little to suck the tip into his mouth again to nip and lick at it.
Scott arches up against him as Kurt shudders in pleasure, slipping a hand down the bare stomach, fingers tracing the Enoch patterns until it ends between his legs and strokes the inner thigh. He softly cups Kurt, so light it's a tease, as his tongue presses flat against the arrow-shaped tail, licking a trail from the wide base to the sharper point. Kurt digging his thumbs on his shoulders only makes it all better. Scott pulls back enough to meet his eyes, smiling wickedly. ]
Had I know this was how you'd react, I would have done it sooner. [ One of his hands is on Kurt's cock, squeezing it through the black boxers while the other gripped his tail. ] However, I am still very interested in feeling you wreck my throat with your cock.
[ And okay, maybe Scott said that to make Kurt squeak and to see the way his pupils dilated when he was aroused but it doesn't make the words less true. Sorry, not sorry, Kurt. The brunette still wants that tail curled around his neck but he doesn't mind waiting. ]
[He may never get to see Scott’s eyes, but he knows that behind the visor and glasses, they’re beautiful. Even if he can’t see them now, Kurt feels their gaze. Affection, frustration, amusement, sadness, he can tell thanks to Scott’s face, and imagines from his eyes. He still hasn’t convinced Scott to let him kiss him without his visor on (and yes, he understands why), but maybe someday…
But Kurt would be hard pressed to agree that Scott’s life is dull. Even with the burden of his mutant powers, there are always so many things to do. To learn. To experience. Of course, someone coming from Kurt’s background would think such a thing. Scott, having lived here all his life, would probably see American life as dull. But it’s hard for the German immigrant to think so. Even shopping with Scott leaves him amazed at all the options. Grey, blue, black, yes, but so many shades, the textures are different, they have designs, the stores are so bright and clean. And a lot of them have candy… He’ll still get transfixed by television sets every now and then. And it’s fun to play around in the dressing rooms! (Yes, that way too. Thanks, Scott.)
Just like now. When all those worries and struggles melt away into a drooling pile under the bed, not to be thought of again until much later. It’s impossible to think of anything but Scott as his body arches above his and his eyes flutter shut while the other man’s hand works around his body in all those different places. Sometimes he gets foolish thoughts, like why bother wearing clothes in his room when Scott’s the only one here. Obviously because it’s fun for them both to pull clothes off. Part of the romance and intimacy, right? He loves it… all the things Scott brings to his live. Even high collars and scarfs.
There’s a certain mix of power and passion when he clenches his legs around Scott’s thighs and hips. Muscles flexing long and defined in his thighs and calves as he rubs his knees against his boyfriend’s hips and shifts on top of him. Mentally he wants to close his legs on instinct and feeling Scott’s strong body blocking him from doing so is a thrill that’s hard to pass. The jeans still covering his boyfriend’s legs and waist, however, are starting to get a little annoying. He wants to touch his skin, like his hands feeling over the other mutant’s shoulders, wandering down his arms, touching the sculpture of his chest.
A soft moan of Scott’s name oozes over the man’s mouth and Kurt nuzzles his forehead against his boyfriend’s, nose occasionally bumping against the silver visor. He’s learned how best to touch his face with his own in lieu of visor or glasses. Cheek to cheek, lips to lips, etc. That moan turns into something louder and needy as Scott’s hand wanders down his chest, following the patterns of his angel marks, over the contours of his muscle, and finally settles on the inside of his thigh, something that encourages him to hike one leg up and out to give his boyfriend room to touch him there. Only made “worse” as that same hand finally cups his arousal through the light material of his boxer briefs. Kurt sucks in a gasp, hips bucking into the touch instinctively, pressing his already hardened shaft against Scott’s palm.
And he’s still doing torment on his tail! A low whimper bleeds over his lips as Kurt drops his head again, pressing his mouth to Scott’s neck and sucking to try and stifle some of the noises. Little nips and licks at the tip were mind-blowing enough, but now he’s actively licking the flat of it, making the entire appendage arch and shudder tangibly as his tongue goes from the base to the point. He feels Scott pull his head back and does the same, looking down at him with a flushed face and hooded eyes, one hidden somewhat behind his hanging sweep of bangs. That wicked smile…]
I’ve surprised… you didn’t. [His words hike as Scott squeezes him and his tail together, making his body clench up where he’s gripping his boyfriend. Who then goes on to drop that bomb of a flirt and Kurt’s face goes instantly plum as his breath comes out in a tell-tale squeak.] Scott! [He gapes at him, teeth clashing vividly with his lips and mouth. All these years with his boyfriend and Kurt still gets T-boned by dirty talk. Which, if his cock’s any sort of traitor, he obviously likes. Guilty pleasure. His hands tighten on Scott’s shoulder, a sort of herald to the German teleporter making a decision.]
[ It's truly a shame that Scott didn't bring with him any photos when he started living at the Mansion. One day he will have to go back to his old house and grab a few so he can at least show Kurt what his blue eyes looked like. It hurts to think about what was lost, however, not just the color in his vision but mainly his brother and the rest of his family. It might take a while until he gets the photos back.
Scott has other matters to focus on, much more pleasant and also blue. He could watch Kurt writhe on top of him and feel him squish his thigh all day long. It's such a gorgeous view, a gorgeous man, that it baffled Scott that not everyone can see him the same way. Come to think of it, part of Scott is a little glad that not everyone gets as stupidly awestruck by Kurt's beauty as he does. He's always had a jealous streak and even Charles had informed Scott that, now that he's shifting his previous burst of anger into passive-aggressiveness, that is somehow more intimidating.
Kurt is not the only one thinking that it's time for the jeans to go, his pants have been growing increasingly more uncomfortable as Kurt kept shifting and grinding down on him. Scott's been too interested in the textures of Kurt's tail and the sounds that were being torn from the man's throat to concern himself with his own pleasure. Kurt's touches are both exciting and sweet in return, and the second ones might still be Scott favorite. The way his boyfriend nuzzles his face, cheekbones and forehead, makes his heart skip a beat and a happy sigh to escape his own lips. His hand is still firm against Kurt's groin, palm massaging and adding pressure as the other man's mouth gets close to his neck. Scott tilts his head back, the pale column of his throat on display, inviting.
He will argue that he's not making anything 'worse'. Kurt seems to be pretty happy with what Scott's hands are doing, or at least part of him is. He's not going to stop for now, not unless Kurt shows real signs of discomfort or tells him no. They know each other enough to push limits without crossing them. Just like now, when Kurt's face light up with embarrassment at the blunt suggestion. Scott has yet to meet a man who didn't like getting their cock sucked, especially by their favorite partner, so it was a pretty safe bet that Kurt wouldn't be any different. ]
I get chewed out constantly by your room neighbor because of the commotion we make, which isn't really fair because you're the one who makes the most noise...but I think it is because they always hear my name yelled.
[ Scott says conversationally, watching the color bloom in Kurt's cheekbones in the same way a cat stares a juicy looking mouse. The first time he ever said anything remotely close to dirty talk, years ago by now, it had been an accident but he never forgot the reaction it got him. So Scott did what he does when life shows him a puzzle that needs to be solved: he obsessed over it, practiced and learned until he got it right. Admittedly, dirty talk with Kurt is easy because he doesn't have to say ridiculous things, more often than not it's enough just telling Kurt the things he wants to do to him. Or mention things Scott want to have done to him in return, although those are rarer. ]
I like you on top of me. I've got a really pretty view from there. [ He turns his face towards the tail still in his grip and gives it a sweet, last kiss, lips pressed against the flat side before Scott lets go. ] Maybe it's time we ditch the rest of the clothes.
[Likewise, Kurt found himself routinely distracted by his boyfriend’s handsome features and attractive body. He’d drift from lessons, gazing at Scott where he sat by the bay window, captivated by the way the light streamed around him through the glass and illuminated his hair and dusted his cheeks. Other times he’d lie awake at night, listening to the sound of his lover’s gentle breath beside him and propped up on an elbow so he could take in the sight of him under the moonlight. From the shape of his jaw to the addicting cut of athletic muscles to the light hue of his skin reminding Kurt of moonlight and peach cream. Of course… it was hard to get lost in admiring Scott’s body so intimately during sex because Scott was never just lying there doing nothing while Kurt stared at him. Being naked kind of does that…
Kurt may not be the jealous type, but he is protective and values his relationships. Seeing Scott visit with others or hang out with other friends never bothers the teleporter. But other things can ruffle him, like seeing someone eyeing his boyfriend in that way up and down or trying to flirt with Scott while Kurt’s nearby. Might definitely walk up and stand beside the other man, close enough it’s obvious. There was that one time, however, when the stranger wasn’t backing off and Kurt actually bared his fangs and snarled at him. (Of course, anyone who knew Kurt would probably say his aggressive attempt was more cat purr…) He loves Scott, so he’ll protect him and guard him from others as he sees fit.
It's tempting when Scott tilts his head back and exposes his throat. Kurt’s not blind to that desire his boyfriend’s expressed. Biting him… He’s bitten him in the past. Mostly on accident and anything on purpose more just a pinch or nip than that intimate sink Scott’s murmured to him a few times. And yes… he’s wanted to a number of times. In the heat of passion, when his rationale’s all but evaporated. It’s only Kurt’s timid and protective nature that’s prevented him from really sinking his teeth and fangs into Scott’s neck. Or shoulder. Or arm… But… he’s been thinking about it more. Tempts himself with a slow lick of his tongue up Scott’s throat, from the dip of his collarbone all the way over his trachea and Adam’s apple and finally off his chin. Maybe some revenge for that hand still cupping his groin and making him shiver and quake as he massages him.
Those limits between them. They’re real and Kurt marvels each time Scott encourages him to push past another one. Sex had been one exploration after another, from petting and kissing to finally getting naked and penetrating. He’s come a lot a long way thanks to his American lover. It still doesn’t make dirty talk easier to swallow.
Especially not when it goes into that!]
I tried biting ze pillow! [His face probably could make steam right now. His neighbors are hounding Scott about their noise?! Obviously. He knows this, but Kurt still flushes deeply and buries his face in Scott’s neck for a few moments to hide and compose himself. Pointing out he’s the one that makes the most noise—and incriminates Scott—definitely gets him squirming on the inside. And not completely out of mortification.] I don’t zink I can stop… yelling your name.
[Kurt doesn’t want to either. He nips at his boyfriend’s neck in slight vindictive intent, then leans back and looks down at Scott with a flushed-faced, yet intense gaze, amber eyes practically glowing around his lust-blown pupils.] I don’t vant to… Zey’re probably more upset you’re vith me zan zey are zat ve’re making noise. [There’s a lace of pride in his voice admitting that. It feels good. People still gets surprised to learn they’re dating. Kurt feels blessed to be with someone as handsome and charming as Scott. Loving and amazing. Strong and… sexy. Yes. Definitely sexy.
His tail twitches once when Scott kisses it and Kurt pulls it behind him once the other mutant releases him. Night-blue lips part at the suggestion and a heated breath husks a growling purr over his shadowed-but-visible teeth.] It’s long-since been time, Scott. [The German mutant tilts forward and both hands plant themselves on the American’s pale shoulders, thumbs tucked slightly under his arms, fingers rounding his shoulder ball. He presses down firmly, keeping Scott flush on the bed, eyes still glowing into his boyfriend’s visor.] Stay.
[Contentedly pinning him, Kurt lifts his hips and arches his back, rising up on top of Scott like a almost-naked blue feline just pounced on his prey. He slides his legs back, deliberately stepping down on Scott’s shins, both toes on each foot spreading and pinching at the mutant’s pants legs. Long muscles flex in his thighs and his calves harden like a runner ready to take off. Kurt curls his tail between his own legs, reaching blindly up Scott’s groin and pointedly cupping the kiss-glazed arrowhead over his cock. Massages once or twice before deftly picking his fly open with the tip. Then pressing in to drag his zipper down. Kurt’s tempted to take longer, but his impatience and arousal is winning. A few tugs with his tail gets Scott’s pants loose enough and he abruptly spirals his tail around his lover’s waist. And hoists upward, clearing Scott’s hips and ass from the bed.
There. Now he can rake back with both legs and use his toes and claws to start dragging Scott’s pants down his legs. Careful not to rip or tear them, but forceful enough he hopes Scott gets the picture Kurt’s been very patient with all that amazing oral-tail-torture.]
[ Had Scott known the sort of thoughts that went through Kurt's head when he's doing nothing particularly special, in class or next to him sleeping, he would surely have made a fool of himself blushing from head to toe. Alex was the handsome one in his family and Scott never gave his own looks much, if any, thought. He considered himself average and the murder eyes didn't help his self-esteem. Kurt thinking differently made him a very lucky man.
It's because of his own way of seeing himself that Scott rarely actually notices if others are paying him more attention. It amused Jean to no end before Scott and Kurt got together. Sometimes they would be hanging out and somebody would ask Scott if they were together. Then Scott would not understand the look of confusion on the person's face after he told them that 'no, the pretty redhead isn't dating anybody but you're allowed to try if you dare', and Jean would giggle herself sick. It took her a while to make him believe they weren't asking about her being single. It only really dawned on him when Kurt growled at a particular insistent girl that was making Scott uncomfortable and he couldn't pint point why. That had been pretty hot, especially the sound Kurt made.
It made Scott feel wanted, like now, more so with Kurt's hot tongue running up his neck and making him moan softly. Little touches that mean s much and leave him squirming under the blue mutant's weight. ]
Are you trying to make me jealous of a pillow? [ 'Bite me instead', isn't said but implied. Plus, Scott likes to hear all sounds Kurt ends making, especially if they are his fault. There's a proud sort of feeling that comes with...well, making someone come. ]
I never said I wanted you to stop, love. [ Kurt words implying that others might be jealous and the harder nip make Scott's cheekbones flush bright pink. For all his jokes and snark, praise thrown at his direction is often disarming. Kind words are Scott's version of dirty talk, it seems. ] Leave the poor pillows alone, who cares about others overhearing.
[ He makes a brief, disappointed face when the tail moves away from his grasp even though it's necessary. The pout on Scott's lips doesn't last long, he's quickly interested in the way Kurt is shifting, the determination of his movements and the slightly predatory air to his posture. He lets the other maneuver him, compliant and almost purring after the command while Kurt pushes his back down on the bed and then undresses them.
Kurt keeps his eyes down and Scott keeps his eyes on Kurt. And then his boyfriend is the one playing dirty with that tail and Scott's back arches a little from the mattress when it gropes him through the layers of clothes he's still wearing. He's left panting then staring as the expert tail manages to get his fly open because wow, that takes skill and Scott looks appropriately impressed. Not to mention turned on when said tail lifts him up, which is obvious in more than one way once his hard cock is exposed. ]
Now, who's playing dirty... [ He murmurs when Kurt's done with his pants. Scott's voice is husky and low because unlike Kurt, he's pretty quiet during sex no matter what they were doing. It's a habit he can't really shake, from growing up living with so many people.
He was about to set the pillows against the headboard so they supported his shoulders and he lay there, but letting Kurt do as he pleases seems like a much better option now. He wants to reach out and touch the other more but he's done a ton of that in the last minutes and Scott guesses that Kurt earned this, that he has to be patient now. ]
Are you going to keep me waiting? Or do you want me to beg for your cock?
[He’s timid and shy; there’s no getting around that. His kindness and pacifism make it seem that Kurt harbors no aggression or dominance. And yet, there’s plenty of fire and a feral streak in the demonic-looking mutant that even he can’t completely deny exists. So many times he’s wondered what keeps him from simply giving in and becoming what so many people have accused him of being. He could be selfish, he could be possessive, he could be a terror. But those very thoughts frighten him terribly. And that fear is all Kurt needs to realize exactly why he can’t be those things. No matter what he looks like, acts like or is seen as.
Still there are times when something inside sparks and midnight cobalt flares into brilliant cerulean. Scott’s one of those “times.” Kurt’s been aggressive, dispatching an entire room of opponents in a furious and desperate show of acrobatic violence amid clouds of sulfur smoke and blinding shadow. He’s been dominant, pinning his boyfriend to the wall or bed by his shoulders or stepping up beside him and snarling at the girl who wouldn’t take the blatant hint. All because the man he loves has been threatened. Love… is a scary thing at times.
But he regrets none of it. From their first meeting to now. Because if Scott feels wanted, cherished, then Kurt’s happy. No one should ever feel unwanted or alone in this world. Just, Scott should feel un-alone with him. He can’t help that possessive feeling. The same one that encourages him to wrap his tail around Scott’s waist when they’re wandering through a crowd or hold his hand while they’re walking down the school halls. Or run his tongue up his neck as he keeps his boyfriend’s body pinned to the bed right where he wants him. That moan, soft as it is, only encourages those feelings. Scott squirming is distractingly attractive.]
Nein. But zat vould’ve needed bandages. [He gets the implied comment. Biting Scott. It’s obviously been brought up before and he still balks at things beyond nips and nibbles. As for the sounds he makes, well… that’s all on Kurt’s embarrassment at having other people hear him during his passionate times with his boyfriend. Luckily for the American, Kurt doesn’t always muffle himself. Lack of pillows or busy arms see to that. Not that he hasn’t screamed into Scott’s shoulders or neck a number of times. His lover can do so many amazing things with his body… And yes, he agrees (in this heated moment) with Scott on the whole not caring about what others think.
There’s pleasure in feeling Scott go pliant and offering beneath him. Letting him move him as he wants, keeping him pinned on his back as his tail manipulates the American’s hips into that flexible arch. He can feel Scott’s rumbling purr in his trunk, rippling faintly yet noticeably through his tail and under his shoulders. A devilish grin bares his fangs when Scott jumps in surprise at his tail’s deft work on his fly. Ja, he’s had a lifetime of using his tail as a fifth hand, so it’s no issue for him to pop open that button and drag his zipper apart to loosen his pants. The heat drifting up from his boyfriend’s groin and bathing the spade of his tail is an insane temptation, urging him to simply shove the entire arrowhead of the appendage down Scott’s pants and just rub there where it’s hot and smooth and sensitive…]
I had a good teacher. [When it comes to playing dirty. Kurt’s amber gaze drifts along his boyfriend’s flexing stomach and lowers to the prominent bulge swelling under the tight confines of his underwear. Without thinking, the blue mutant’s tongue sweeps between his lips, pressing to his upper teeth. It’s a miracle he doesn’t rip his boyfriend’s pants as he shucks them off his feet with his own and then tosses them who cares where. Unable to resist the new temptation, however, Kurt sinks down, knees pressing to the bed and sliding backwards. His spine arches and the teleporter eases himself down on top of his boyfriend.
Legs brush first, gliding his feet and ankles along Scott’s legs until he can lazily tangle them with his lover’s limbs. His own throbbing arousal touches next, the bare film of fabric still lingering between them, but it’s nowhere near enough to block the shape and size of their cocks as they rub and settle against each other. Stomach next, defined sleek abdominals meeting Scott’s honed sculpture. That purr entwins with his own as their chests meld together, heartbeats slamming under pectorals as blue and light settle flush.
And finally their arms, as Kurt slides his hands off Scott’s shoulders and down his boyfriend’s arms until he can interlace their fingers. As normal, Kurt’s middle digit slips between Scott’s middle and ring fingers while his “pinky” cups the side of Scott’s hand, cradling his fifth finger. There’s a gentle comfort that their thumbs at least can “hold hands” normally, though Kurt’s always touched Scott’s adapted to the admittedly-strange position his fingers have to go when he laces fingers with Kurt’s mutated hands. It’s become something of a promise to him, that Scott can never mistake any other hand for his. Even if he can’t see them.
Blue lips find Scott’s and Kurt sinks into a deep kiss, long body stretched out all over his lover’s, touching him in as many places as he possibly can. Yes, he’s earned this for a minute or so at least. Feeling and touching, getting the man he loves all over him. Sex is amazing, but for someone who’s had plenty of people avoid touching him or even being near him for his entire life, Kurt loves just being able to be in contact with Scott. Anywhere. Everywhere. There’s no avoiding flinch. No stiff reluctance. Only acceptance and desire. It makes him feel so warm…]
Don’t beg. [Of course Scott can’t be quiet. As much as it sometimes exasperates Kurt, the German loves his boyfriend’s sometimes brattish mouth.] I’ll get zere in just a minute… Let me enjoy zis.
[ Everyone had a temper when the right, or rather the wrong, buttons were pressed. Charles might insist that they're powers are gifts but those can turn into a tool of destruction if handled wrong. People were the same. Just because Kurt didn't show it often it didn't mean it wasn't there and the times Scott had witnessed said fire it are branded in his memory. This time its nothing as dramatic as a mission gone wrong or Kurt suffering, which he can't be thankful enough for, and the other man's demeanor is making Scott almost giddy.
He enjoys seeing Kurt like this, a little predatory but the good sort, acting out for a better reason than a fight. He's never happier than when Kurt is pinning him down against any surface available, maybe because Scott himself is a little less prone to do that in return, in fear that it would startle his boyfriend too much. He likes pushing Kurt's buttons, not break any limits, but has no concerns when it comes to the blue mutant doing that to him. It makes him feel loved, knowing someone wants to keep him for themselves, and it makes him feel protected. Hence the surprisingly exciting feeling he got when Kurt had jumped him last night and the tail ended curled around his neck, squeezing just right.
Ah yes, you do have very sharp fangs. By the affectionate rumble in Scott's voice, that is the opposite of a problem to him. He can deal with bandages, bites eventually heal. And the small prickle of pain when Kurt nips at his skin only make the good feeling even better. Maybe's Scott's brain is just wired wrong for thinking that, and It's probably something worth pondering in detail but not tonight. Thinking about the gasps and moans he can earn if he takes good care of Kurt makes all the ruined pillows unimportant as well, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. ]
Mischief is a good look on you. [ Scott smiles, only feeling a tad self-conscious about his body under Kurt's heated stare.
It's absurd because they know each other skin like their own, but Scott can't help but wish he was a little taller, or more muscular, or maybe even have a tail too if Kurt might be interested if any of those things. He's about to say something else when his pants go missing and Kurt presses their bodies together, making him close his eyes and moan at the friction. And okay, maybe Scott's good enough to keep him interested, the way their hardness press down together pretty much proves the point.
Scott wants to lift his thighs and squeeze Kurt's body closer, craving all the contact, but Kurt's already tangled their legs together which is also nice. In that split second before their hands meet every nerve in the brunette's body is electrified and then it only gets better. He makes another helpless sound and squeezes Kurt's hand, trembling under him with the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words or physical gratification. It's not fair that these are the kind of gestures that leave Scott undone because all he ever wanted is a connection. ]
D-don't be mean. [He admonishes, voice vulnerable now soft and embarrassment bright in his cheekbones, knowing full well that Kurt is anything but that.
Thank the God Kurt believes in that he gets kissed soon enough, his lips already meeting the other's mid-way. Scott free hand reaches up, cupping the back of Kurt's head, fingers threading through he dark locks and nails scrapping the scalp lightly. He sees sex as an expression of love, of their bond and intimacy, but it's hardly the only thing in Scott's mind even when he's sprawled out underneath his boyfriend, their clothes on the floor except for the underwear.
There's a small sound of agreement blooming on the back of Scott's throat, the only coherent reply Kurt gets for his request. He puts another brief kiss to these gorgeous and full blue his lips before moving to Kurt's jawline and neck. Slow kisses and nips, not mean to rush or tease but for both of them to savor every moment. ]
[Granted, quick movements and sudden force will always surprise him; Kurt’s just grown up jumpy and his teleportation powers don’t technically help in that regard. He’s gotten a little better over the years, not so apt to just bamf if a hand falls on his shoulder from nowhere, but he’s still wary about other things. As long as Scott telegraphs he’s about to pin Kurt to the wall, the blue mutant gets a thrill out of it. But even his boyfriend’s not exempt from a yelp or jump if he just up and hugs Kurt when he’s not paying attention. Though he’s come to realize Scott definitely likes it when Kurt’s the one doing the pinning… and he does, at times. It’s not in his nature to be aggressive or so forward, but he enjoys it from time to time with his boyfriend. Pushing Scott’s buttons is rare due to his pacifistic desire not to have any kind of confrontation, but that doesn’t mean he won’t tease his lover or play a trick on him occasionally. Because he does love that Scott makes him feel so free and able to do those kinds of things.]
Danke. I’ll zink about it. [Seeing Scot bleed has never sat well with him, even moreso since they became a couple. Still, that rumble in his voice, knowing Scott wants that sort of possessive mark… Think about it. Yes. He will. Because Kurt also wants to make Scott happy and feel good just as much as his lover desires the same for him. And he knows how his boyfriend gets when he nips him. Those shivers, the way his body keens towards his mouth, the noises he makes… Kurt just has to remember those and he always starts to drift towards “what if’s” and “it’s just a bite” thoughts.]
Mischief? Ven am I like zat? [Asides from the time he’s getting in trouble with Scott and his other friends… or apparently pushing Scott down on the bed and being a predatory tease. That kind of dawns on him right there and Kurt’s cheeks darken in a mix embarrassment and arousal. Okay. He’s mischievous. And he sees some of that self-consciousness in Scott’s eyes. After all, he’s seen that same flicker in his own eyes so many times in the mirror. So he slides down atop his lover, wanting him to feel just how much Kurt’s attracted to him, how much he loves him, loves touching him, being touched by him. From his lips in a kiss to their chests and stomachs grinding together to their cocks rubbing back and forth, to their legs twining and arms fondling shoulders and back. He loves every part of him, thinks every part of Scott’s just perfect.
Scott does more than interest him; he attracts Kurt like nothing else. Hands slip together, fingers interlocking as the blue mutant stretches their arms over their heads and holds his hands against the sheets. Their chests pull taut, stomachs flex, and he leans into the kiss, swallowing Scott’s helpless moan as his entire body buzzes with excitement and reaction from the way his lover trembles underneath him. Kurt loves that these kinds of gestures are as intimate and special to Scott as they are to him. Being touched and wanted, without fear or aversion, that connection is something he’s always wanted but realized wasn’t for him.
And then Scott happened.
Kurt got to experience that connection. Physical, mental, emotional. Scott wanted it to and he recognized that. Still does. The German teleporter purrs into the kiss as his boyfriend admonishes him.] You’re von to talk… [Scott teases and arouses him all the time, even when there’s no way to act on it right then! So frustrating. Though the later results are worth it. Most of the time. A hand settles on the back of his head and Kurt leans into the kiss again, deepening it as his lover threads his fingers through his hair, nails rubbing at his head. Yes, sex with the one you love is the most intimate expression of that love, in Kurt’s mind. Getting to experience that with Scott… (and finding out there’s a lot more to sex than missionary—whoa, he’d been in for some major culture shock again).
Lips find his neck and jaw and Kurt tilts his head back, groaning into the air as Scott kisses his way down his neck. Slow and intimate. He can feel each one, enjoy the gentle touches calming him as much as inflaming his arousal. Kurt tightens his fingers in Scott’s hand and his free hand moves to burrow into lush brown hair. Clinging to him and holding his boyfriend’s head adoringly as Scott marks his blue neck, the angelic symbol scars passing under the American’s soft lips. Kurt rolls his hips into his lover’s, grinding and thrusting in slow, deliberate actions that nudge and roll Scott’s length against his groin. But as much as he wants to stay and just touch and grind, well… he said just a minute…
And after that minute or so, Kurt’s slowly pushing/pulling Scott back down so he can leisurely begin dragging himself up his lover’s body. His hips wander along Scott’s stomach, pressing himself to his abs, then slides back, returning to Scott’s groin. Something slips down under the hem of his boxer briefs, out the leg of it, and then into Scott’s, as the teleporter threads his tail into their underwear.] I’m done viz zese… [He pulls down, working the remaining cloth off their hips and down their thighs, encouraging Scott to move his legs so he can finally peel the final layer off their limbs.]
[ Scott has gotten into the habit of humming or dragging his feet to make noise when he's approaching Kurt from an angle where he isn't immediately visible. It helps not to startle the other man and Scott also doesn't end hugging the empty air that smells faintly of sulfur. Or in a rare yet memorable case, he doesn't end with the flat of tail slapping him in the face during Kurt's hasty retreat. Scott hopes that the jumpiness will get better with time, meaning Kurt would feel that his surroundings are safe. ]
That's all I ask. [ He won't try to get Kurt to bite him if that's something that will cause the other grief. It's only that doing a bit of tempting might give the blue mutant the perfect excuse to try out new things he might have considered before but never dared to actually do unprompted. ]
Only on rare, spectacular occasions that make me feel really lucky. [ Scott says after watching realization settle in Kurt's face. The man's too cute for his own good, it makes Scott want to keep him to himself all day. Selfish, he knows.
He whines into their kiss, hips rocking against Kurt's, chest so close he feels both of their heartbeats. When he moves to focus on Kurt's skin and his boyfriend groans, the sound goes right to his cock and makes him want to give up on this whole patience thing. Instead, he writhes under Kurt, chasing the friction and heat of their bodies, feeling the muscles of his stomach contract with anticipation.
He doesn't think he can stand much foreplay either, to be honest, and when Kurt moves he lets out a sigh of relief. It doesn't last because Kurt's touching him, groping him, and it's Scott's turn to moan out his name and gasp. His nod is a little frantic and he murmurs, Okay, okay, slowly drawing his fingers over the side of Kurt's retreating body, already missing the contact. The brunette's back arches, legs lifting so the boxers are finally gone and forgotten. Behind the visor, his eyes fix on flexing biceps and naked shoulders, the determined look on Kurt's face has Scott arousal spiking. Scott's lips are red and distractingly damp, his cheeks a bit flushed, but they're still nowhere near Kurt's cock and that's unacceptable. ]
Kurt... [ With another whimper, Scott reaches out, a hand caressing the V curve of the blue hips, the other tugging at his left thigh, inviting him to come closer. He uses a little bit more force, lying down on the bed and tugging Kurt towards him, to sit on him, the weight on his chest sending sparks right down Scott's spine to settle in his aching dick. He wants to get the man's knees on each side of his body so he can then nuzzle Kurt's groin and lick a stripe up from the base to the head his cock. ]
[He has gotten better. Dropping a spoon in the kitchen doesn’t make him bamf into his bedroom. (Okay, he’s not that bad.) But definitely getting hugged from behind when he’s not expecting it or otherwise grabbed triggers that instinctive teleport. Getting used to the closeness of other students has taken some time. You’d think someone growing up in the circus would be used to loud cannon shots and the yells of the audience. Well, that someone probably didn’t get chased bleeding and terrified into a dead-end alley by a murderous mob of frightened and angry people brandishing clubs, knives, and torches with every intention of exorcising “the demon” from their midst. The incident that triggered Kurt’s teleportation powers. The circus quickly packed up and left that town after the local priest brought Kurt back to them. A story he didn’t tell Scott until quite a good ways into their relationship. He didn’t want to burden his lover with the dark memory… but Scott’s tender love and his desire to understand finally prompted the German to discuss it with him one night. Painful, but… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel better after getting the burden off to someone in his new home.
(He’s still sorry about the tail to the face, Scott. Though, knowing you like a bit of choking and biting with your sex… maybe he should say he’s welcome?)
Kurt’s really expanded his horizons on so many things with Scott. Most of them good. Some weird. Surprising. A few bad. But that’s life. And he can’t say enough how grateful he is to go the culture familiarizing with someone who loves him, protects him, but isn’t afraid to let Kurt bumble mistakes and look foolish sometimes. It’s a delicate balance, but Scott’s trust and amusement make it happen. So… biting.]
I vant to make you feel lucky a lot more zan just rarely. [He knows he does; Kurt’s just teasing him a little. Scott makes Kurt feel blessed so many times. He loves this man more than he can say. And if his American love wants to be selfish with him, the German mutant’s going to find it really hard to say no to him.
He’s swarmed with heat the moment he starts dragging those annoying clothes down their hips and legs. Though anyone would say Kurt’s more patient than Scott, apparently the blue teleporter’s finally reached his own point. A soft grunt ghosts over his fangs and he uses his tail to scoop the shed material off the bed and fling the pair he doesn’t care where. The air conditioner takes that time to kick on and Kurt shivers as the gentle breath of cooler air brushes over his hips and thighs, as if pointing out the pair of young mutants are finally naked and can move forward with things.
His eyes rake down Scott’s body as he moves after the boxers are shed, amber gaze drinking in the sculpture of his chest and stomach when he arches above the bed, the way his abs flex and his cream skin stretches over his hips as they hover in the air, and the long lines in his thighs and calves as his legs lift. Kurt forgets to breathe for a few seconds, his own body tight as a wire as he stares down at his lover, determined but breathless. Scott’s lips look so tempting, as red as a forbidden fruit, dusted with the pink on his cheeks. He’s tempted… so tempted to lean down and open his mouth and… and… Scott’s moving.
Kurt groans as a hand finds the arch of his pelvis and smooths down it, his midnight blue skin almost silken save for the angel marks. He shifts his leg under Scott’s hand, muscles moving along his thigh as he finally answers his boyfriend’s long-overdue request. Sliding forward, he brushes his chest against Scott’s and arches upward, deliberately dragging his hardened arousal under his lover’s sac and then over the turgid shaft. Knees hiss against the bed sheets and Kurt puts his hands on Scott’s shoulders, bracing himself and giving an anchor as he pulls forward. His knees brush up the other man’s ribs, ascending towards his shoulders, but stop right around his chest as Kurt’s ankles fit themselves comfortably against his lover’s narrow hips.
Finally bringing his hips to Scott’s face, his ass resting on his boyfriend’s strong chest. Kurt leans forward, one hand moving to press to the bed above Scott’s head, head bowed and bangs hanging over his forehead and eyes.] Danke… for being so patient, Scott… [Close enough he can offer his cock to Scott’s mouth… A low and heavy groan escapes on his breath as his lover’s tongue slides out and runs one, single line up his blue length, from the base to the tip.] Go on… [There’s a slight poke against Scott’s collarbone and before he can look, Kurt slowly slithers the arrowhead of his tail behind his boyfriend’s neck, dragging it like a blue serpent further around, looping up, and slowly coiling his tail in a ring around Scott’s neck.] I… I might be…a bit of a demon tonight.
[And slowly, but deliberately, tightens his tail until the blue ‘noose’ is flush to Scott’s skin.] Danke… for accepting me as I am.
[ Scott never questioned the reasons why Kurt's reaction to loud sounds is to flee the scene. They have talked a bit about them, and he's always willing to listen but doesn't pressure Kurt into sharing memories he would rather forget. These sort of conversations always leave Scott holding onto him a little tighter when they're in bed. Or they kept him awake at night, watching the rise and fall of Kurt's chest to remind himself they were safe. That he could keep Kurt safe. He might not be too fond of his mutation but as far as intimidation tactics go, blowing up holes in walls with your eyes alone tends to make angry crowds reconsider crossing you.
Tails, however, tails don't care if you could fry them on the spot, they will slap you regardless. Right, Kurt? Getting rough that way is a whole different level they need to explore in the future.
They were both pretty inexperienced when their first fell onto bed, strange and awkward moments were common but so was patience and understanding. Scott never felt unsure or frightened about what they were doing, and he managed to get over his own embarrassment and reach more profound understanding of their relationship, Besides, the sex is mind-blowing and to this day they keep discovering new things they both enjoyed. ]
Now, I'd get spoiled. And wouldn't that be troublesome? [ He might never want to leave Kurt's room, except maybe to go grab a snack. Or to move to Scott's own room, the view across his window is pretty nice too and the likes the way the sunlight cast over Kurt's skin. Right now is making him look gorgeous in all his naked glory. Naked and groaning, and close to moaning too if Scott has his way, which is possibly one of his favorite states of being when it comes to Kurt. Not counting the post-orgasmic bliss face he makes, which is another of Scott's most cherished looks when it comes to his boyfriend.
Shifting in the bed, Kurt is moving slowly and intentionally, creating warm shivers through Scott's body and he looks surprised by the teasing for a few seconds before gasping. Ah, it's a nice start and soon enough Kurt is over him, strong body wanting and slightly tense. Scott lifts his chin to look a him, the pale column of his neck on display. He takes a moment to admire from this angle, to convey to memory the lines of the scarifications and to just enjoy how hot his lover is looking. ]
I should be thanking you. [ Scott turns his head, presses a kiss to the soft skin inside Kurt's thigh. He's not good with words sometimes, always being more of a' show don't tell' kind of person. Before he can say anything else, he feels a strong tail wrapping around his neck, making his eyes go half-lidded and his body relax even before they started. Yes. ]
I wouldn't want you any other way, love. [ He runs a hand up a strong blue thigh and leans in to give the head of Kurt's cock a lick, dragging his tongue along the slit.
The pre-cum pools on his tongue and leaves Scott's lips shiny and wet. They had enough teasing for the day but he couldn't help himself. Kurt has a really pretty dick, not like Scott has seen a lot of those to properly compare, and it's a fact he mentioned to the other mutant on more than one occasion. He loves the weight and taste of him, how the girth sits on is tongue, hot and heavy, before he finally pulls the cock into his mouth as far as it would go. Kurt always makes the best sounds when he does that without warning and the brunette would grin if his mouth wasn’t full. Breathing through his nose, he bobbles his head a few times before pulling back almost all the way out, until only the head is pressed against his lips and he can suck on the tip. ]
[Kurt figured his reactions to such noises were rather obvious: something in his past or he’s just naturally skittish. But while he does have his gentle nature to feed into it, the experiences of his youth and the event that triggered his powers remain the main source of his response. Scott’s never pressed him for the reasons and when he finally did talk to him about it, the American only ever expressed comfort and support for him. The way he held him afterwards, how he stayed awake to keep watch over Kurt’s sleep, promising to keep him safe… those things are precious treasures that Kurt harbors in his heart. He never wants to experience Scott having to fight for him or intimidate a crowd wanting to do some really mean things to him. But the risk for any mutant is always there. Still, if something like that ever were to happen, it’s obvious Kurt would opt to teleport them both far away before anything could get to a really bad point. He doesn’t want Scott to get in trouble over him. Even if he values his boyfriend’s protectiveness over him immensely.
Hey, he apologized for the accidental tail slap! (It’s not like it’s the first time that’s happened; he accidentally smacked another refugee mutant in the chin with his tail when he was about to get his picture taken in Caliban’s underground passport center.) Still might take some more convincing to get Kurt to agree to some rougher play in bed.]
Vy vould zat be troublesome? [Making Scott feel lucky more often isn’t a bad thing in his book. (Now, he’ll definitely say “nein” to being stuck in the room forever, Scott.) But it might not take much for his boyfriend to convince him to take the occasional “we’re not leaving the room” day between them. His room. Scott’s room. Either’s fine with Kurt. The different views, the sunlight and moonlight. He likes seeing Scott illuminated by the sun too, his fiar skin glowing almost as bright as the star itself. Even if he’s shadowing some of his boyfriend’s body right now, the patches of sunlight that come through and land on him are amazingly beautiful. Even moreso when his lover’s wearing nothing and moving in those tantalizing twitches, flexes, and arches as he basks in all the pleasures Kurt can bring him. He loves seeing Scott in those throes of bliss, when nothing’s on his boyfriend’s mind except for Kurt. Selfish, possessive, affectionate, loving, passionate… all of those. He admits to them readily in the heat of their intimacy.
Sitting up on Scott’s chest, Kurt gazes down at him, his eyes still glowing in the shadows of his bangs. His pride flares at his boyfriend’s surprise—see, he can be an imp—even though his face continues to get plum from realizing what he’s doing. Kurt doesn’t stop though. He doesn’t want to. He can feel Scott’s heartbeat hammering in his ribs, throbbing against the inside of his blue legs and beating steadily right below his ass. To have his lover’s gaze running over him, with nothing to block Scott’s eyes from his body, is one of the most vulnerable—and most intimate—feelings Kurt can experience. His own gaze drops when Scott tilts his head, eyeing his neck as it’s exposed in the beams of sunlight. Light skin, strong muscle, a youthful column that Kurt’s both kissed and licked so many times before.]
You can… I’ll just zank you as vell. [Back and forth, gratitude for each other. Kurt’s words trail off as lips find the inside of his thigh and he shivers, both hands moving to rest on Scott’s chest for the moment. Kurt always likes his boyfriend’s words, probably because they’re a little rarer than other more talkative students. And yet, when Scott says something, it always gives the blue mutant’s ears a little tingle. Which is probably why he’s not tightening his tail enough to do anything towards Scott’s airway. He may not be able to see his lover’s eyes, but the way his brow relaxes and his lips part in that breath… he knows Scott enjoys the feeling. It’s still a little strange for Kurt to see, but he pushes past the oddity and focuses only on his lover’s feelings.]
Scott… [Kurt’s warmed by the soft words ghosted up to him. To have someone accept him as he truly is, no disguises, no shadows, no pretend attitudes, is a powerful thing. Even his vices, Scott accepts them. Kurt’s body shudders visibly as hands ascend his thighs, lean muscle flexing under his blue skin. But it’s when Scott finally leans in and drags his tongue over the darker blue head of his cock that Kurt drops forward a bit, bracing himself on his boyfriend’s shoulders to keep himself up.] Verdammt…
[It comes out a breathless whisper. Just a single lick from bottom to top, taking with it the crystal bead of precum, and he’s shivering all over. Kurt keeps his eyes open, watching his boyfriend’s lips shine with his own pre. That just coaxes more from the German and in a few seconds, his blue shaft and tip are glossy with tears of glassy pre-cum. He’s always embarrassed when Scott compliments his dick, but he likes it all the same. He’s often called Scott’s handsome or beautiful when he’s tending to it with his hands, mouth, or tail. For all his slender, wiry, tall body, Kurt isn’t lacking between his thighs. He fills Scott’s mouth comfortably enough, weighs his tongue down, and spreads his lips when he’s really working on him. Like now, when Scott suddenly pulls him into his mouth and with a tilt of his head, does that most devilish thing.
Kurt’s eyes go wide as his cock plunges into the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth. Sliding over his tongue, his head pressing to the gentle ribbed feeling at the roof of Scott’s mouth, and further. The German’s shoudlers hike and he drops his chin towards his chest, a loud cry of bliss spilling from his open mouth. His tone’s thick with his native accent and he clutches at Scott’s shoulder, arm muscles flexing to keep himself braced above his boyfriend’s head. Scott’s starting to bob and Kurt finally whips his hand off his lover’s shoulder to clap over his own mouth. Muffled whimpers sound behind his palm as Kurt leans back, reaching behind him with his other hand to brace himself on the American’s strong thigh, putting himself on display and offering his body for Scott to suck and pleasure. From his shaft all the way back to his head, lingering in Scott’s mouth as he sucks on the blueberry-hued round. Kurt whines against his palm, tail slowly tightening on Scott’s neck.]
[ It is always better if they can talk things out, if no one has to resort to violence to get out of an unpleasant situation between humans or mutants. Or sometimes between mutants themselves (with tails and no tails involved). Nothing absolutely terrible had happened since Apocalypse and mutant-human relationship have been improving since then, Scott can only hope things will get better.
He feels the shivers running up Kurt's body against his lips and only hums in response and gets to work. He's never really know how to handle honest praise and Kurt pampering him would get him flushed often. It would be nice but Scott is sure he would also embarrass himself somehow, so he prefers to be the one doing the praising and showing Kurt just how much he adores every inch of his skin.
The room fills with the sound of their breathing, the little hitches in Scott’s breath each time Kurt stares at him too intensely or his tail shifts. Fingers grab at his shoulders but don't stop him, and Scott's plum lips curve into a smile when he hears the soft curse. It's very encouraging, drawing out such reactions from his lover, and he can tell that Kurt's red pupils are blown wide. He moans when the blue mutant says his name, sending vibrations down the cock stuffed in his mouth, and then swallows the pre-cum pooling into beads in his tongue as if it's his purpose in life. Intense and focused and hot.
It should be humiliating to be in the position he is in, with Kurt's weigh on him as he fucks his mouth, it's what most of society told him while growing up, but Scott can't think of any place he would rather be than beside his boyfriend. Nothing that makes him happier than bringing the other pleasure. He pulls away to kiss along Kurt's shaft before finding a spot under the crown to suck and lap at the vein running on the underside. slow and dirty like a promise of more to come.
When Kurt starts to lean back Scott half lidden eyes gaze up, drinking in the view and sliding a hand up the muscles of Kurt's abs. He traces the markings before his finger teases a firm belly button. All those hours in the training room did both of heir bodies good, helping them built muscle and stamina and Scott's own cock twitches when a strong tail squeezes around his neck. Oh, god, but that feels too nice. Not chocking him, just groudning him using strong, lean muscle and weight. The brunette remembers the first time he saw Kurt shirtless in the locker room after a really extenuation training session because he got so worked up that he almost walked into a wall. His excuse had been that his visor had fogged up due to the humidity of the showers but there was no hiding the blush on his face. To be able to touch the intricate patterns and wonder at Kurt's beauty now felt like a gift.
When he looks up, there's no mistaking Kurt holding himself back as if his own pleasure is something to be ashamed of. Or as if he's too worried about the neighbor rooms eavesdropping. Kurt's cock slips out of Scott's mouth with a wet sound but his righthand strokes the base, warm and strong, and just the way he knows Kurt likes. Before speaking, Scott runs his lips over the length from the base to the tip, using a bit of teeth to nip at the heated flesh, only gracing the skin. ]
Kurt. [ His voice has gotten hoarse and Scott keeps it low, using the same tone his team hears during missions. Commanding but not harsh, direct. He jerks him a little harder for good measure. ] I want to hear you.
[ Might seem a bit ironic given how Scott's pretty quiet himself during sex but the difference is that he's never been much of as screamer rather than actively trying g to muffle his moans out of embarrassment. ]
[He can’t help those shivers! Scott knows him too well. He knows the areas on Kurt’s body that make him react, knowing the ways to touch them. Kurt never really experienced the intimacy and vulnerability that came with someone wanting to get together with him physically. To know what it’s like to have someone touch him everywhere and find out the places that earn his gasps or twitches or even white his brain out entirely. Scott’s that experience. From his hands pressing to his thighs to his mouth worshipping the head of his cock to his lips pressing against Kurt’s own. There’s a reason the German teleporter sometimes praises his boyfriend during their heated moments. Scott’s always the one doing the praising and adoring him. Despite his timidity, Kurt wants to give that love back. Through actions. Through words. Because Scott deserves that adoration just as much as him.
Kurt would be lying if he said hearing his own room in the throes of their passion isn’t one of his favorite symphonies. From his own gasps to the hitch in his lover’s throat when he stares at him or touches something sensitive. Kurt’s eyes draw to the smile despite his own curse, the gaze in them intense and desiring. Scott looks beautiful like this. He looks beautiful all the time, but now like this, with his head “framed” above Kurt’s blue knees as he slides his mouth down on his shaft, jaws just so perfectly aligned with the German’s midnight-hued thighs… He’s breathtaking. Scott swallows and Kurt drops his head back like his boyfriend pulled some trigger for his head down between his legs.
A heated breath puffs out into the air above him as Scott’s suctions end and his lover’s mouth pulls off him. Kurt’s eyes fall shut and a crooning noise bleeds from his mouth. Each of those kisses brushing along the side of his shaft earn another bead of precum from his blueberry-hued tip. But when Scott finds that delta of flesh between his glans and the firmness of his shaft, Kurt barely manages to choke back a cry, his three fingers tensing on the American’s cream-colored thigh. Such an intimate action…
He wants to look at his lover, but his neck feels completely powerless to actually pull his head up. Experiencing the heat of Scott’s mouth on his cock without being able to see it is amazing by itself. A short hike of his breath answers that finger teasing around his navel, the acrobatic mutant’s abs hardening visibly all over his taut stomach. Likewise, Kurt finds himself deliberately moving his thigh-braced hand, feeling up Scott’s upper leg. The long lines of his muscles sliding under his skin, rippling and flexing as Scott moves and responds to the tail around his neck. He doesn’t want to choke him (right now), but he has to admit, the sensation of his lover’s neck going tense beneath the flesh of his tail is a stimulating experience. Kurt’s hand skids on the Amercan’s thigh, heel of his palm catching on his knee a moment later so he doesn’t end up collapsing on his back atop Scott’s legs. Not that he couldn’t pull that flexible position off…
Kurt’s distracted bliss cuts off when his name breathes out. No… he’d been so lost in the feeling of Scott’s mouth working over his cock. He wants it back. At least his boyfriend offers a hand and Kurt bucks his hips a little as fingers and fist stroke the base of his glistening navy length. It pulses in Scott’s hand, a glob of glassy precum spilling from the tip. Kurt shudders and his voice frays on the edge as lips run over him, the entire length of his arousal. Yipe! – Teeth! The teleporter flushes hard at the sound from his own lips. It’s just a graze, but still--! Kurt tries to pay attention to Scott’s voice.
Until he hears it.
He goes attentive almost instantly, miraculously finding the strength to pull his head up and tuck his chin to look down at Scott from his leaned-back perch. He knows that tone of voice. It commands his attention on the battlefield and during missions. The slight force on his dick also solidifies his focus. Kurt’s heart throbs harder in his chest, pumping in his veins, even speeds up the pulse of his cock in Scott’s hand.] You… vant to hear me? [He shouldn’t be surprised; ironically, it’s the quiet, timid Kurt who’s the loud one in bed despite attempts to muffle himself. Kurt flushes hard again, for several reasons, but there’s no denying the physical pleasure that shows on his body when Scott tells him that. His boyfriend wanting anything from him is… well… Kurt shivers but offers a nod.] Sorry… I… I was zinking… our neighbors… you said…
[ Kurt is also Scott's first, all he knows he has learned from trial and error as well as patience. It probably helps that he has a near-obsessive tendency to perfect his abilities and he takes being successful during sex the same way as he does during missions. Back in the day, telling Kurt to let him practice oral sex with him because he wanted to get it right probably was a little blunt but the way his boyfriend nearly passed out from blushing had been memorable. And Scott did get better at it with practice, so it was beneficial to them both.
He gets his own satisfaction from knowing that Kurt is having a good time, that he's the one causing those shivers and moans, and any touch or praising words he gets in return are a gift. Of course, being told that he looks good sucking dick would get him to blush, not because he wouldn't believe Kurt's words but because he's not used to having that kind of bluntness thrown back at his face. Honestly, he deserves it sometimes. He's got some comments in the past about his mouth and lips from rude people, which has made him more self-conscious and uncomfortable than anything else, but it's nice when Kurt does it. It makes him feel almost proud.
He knows that sometimes his boyfriend has trouble looking at him directly, either because of embarrassment or because he's distracted by the pleasure, and Scott's okay with it. It took a while to convince the other that they could have sex with the lights on and even during the day and that no, Scott actually preferred it that way. Sex is not some sort of dirty secret they need to be ashamed of enjoying together. Not to mention that unlike Kurt's more keen eyes, Scott's blind as a bat when the lights are out or the room is too dark. How is he supposed to kiss Kurt if he can't tell his face from the pillow? Now, we won't demand Kurt to stare at him all the time, even if Scott thinks that part of the fun is watching, but he does want Kurt to let do in other ways. To be loud and free and careless. And if they have to apologize to the other students later for the noise, Scott will take care of it.
Strong fingers grip his thigh and Scott moans against Kurt's flesh, matching his keening wail, remembering how good it feels to have that strong hand wrapped around his dick. It makes it tough to focus, feeling Kurt's hardness twitch against the flat of his tongue and hearing his voice hitch, his tail tense. Oh, god, the tail and Kurt's body on display like that, abs tense and taut muscles that he likes to touch and kiss. The blue mutant is not the only one affected by this whole experience. It's surprisingly thrilling when Kurt yelps and his cute pointy ears perk to attention. ]
I always want to hear you. [ Through his visor, Scott meets Kurt's eyes even if his own aren't visible, keeping his chin upwards and his hand moving, long and firm and then light and teasing. ] It's beautiful, you’re beautiful.
[ The neighbors don't matter and he doesn't bother bringing them up. He makes a mental note to ask Hank if he can get Kurt and his own room soundproofed. it can't be that difficult and it will save a lot of people headaches and long nights without sleep. That's a problem for another day, Kurt has given a nod and the thought of hearing him makes lust spike in Scott's blood. He feels strangely elated as if that's a little victory won. It's always so difficult for Kurt to stop worrying. ]
Thank you. [ His voice is more saccharine now and for all intents and purposes, he might as well have said 'Good boy' to Kurt. Let it not be said that Scott's not in favor of rewarding good behavior. His gaze slowly travels down from the flagrant display of Kurt's exposed body to his cock, still impossibly hard and slick in his grasp. His boyfriend looks pretty worked up and Scott knows already the kind of sounds he makes when Kurt's close to coming. There's a curl of pleasure coiling in his lower gut at the idea which makes him hum softly, lisp tugging into a light smile. The warm, strong tail circling his neck doesn't make it too hard to breath but it's leaving the brunette gasping all the same out of his own excitement. ]
Kurt. [ Scott swiftly moves his face down and rubs his cheek against the hick full cock, like a cat in heat asking for attention, giving it a couple of encouraging squeezes. His mouth slides over the cockhead a moment later, tongue lapping at it before speaking. ] Come for me, love, come on, just like this. [ His free hand wraps around the arrow-shaped tip of the tail clinging to his neck and gives it a stroke, thumb slowly dragging over the ridged skin and pressing down the tip. ]
[Should’ve heard his jaw hit the floor when Scott just up and told him that. His eyes got so big and his face so hot with blushing, he wasn’t even able to speak for a few seconds. Silent gaping a few stammers afterwards before that “what?!” finally came out. Yeah, he won’t ever forget that either. And looking back on it, obviously Scott enjoyed himself getting that reaction out of him. Because he did it again with another practice later on. When Kurt asked what part of basketball constitute a rim-job. They definitely had plenty of trial and error in their sex life. If not also general relationships. Dating and such. Maybe more for Kurt than Scott in that respect.
While Kurt’s not really good at dirty talk, he does make the occasional effort to do it. After he absentmindedly told Scott he looked good with his lips around him like that and his boyfriend got all hot in the face. The German’s a really sweet guy, but he can also be an imp now that he’s more comfortable with a much better life. So forgive him for grinning wide at Scott’s reaction and indulging in some well-deserved ‘revenge’ for all the times his boyfriend’s made Kurt’s face burn off. The effect might have been diluted somewhat since Kurt talking dirty usually ends up with him getting as flustered as he is aroused. But he tries! Scott really does have nice lips and a great mouth.
Granted, Kurt’s not really considered having sex with Scott… dirty (however, a number of kinks and some other sexual acts warranted that reaction at first). But he has always considered it a private, intimate thing. That… was usually done with the lights off. So yeah, it did take some convincing to get him to accept that having sex with Scott with the lights on or during the day doesn’t make it somehow… not private. Both the realization of just how amazing Scott looks like in the light when they’re having sex, plus that confessed ‘secret’ that the American mutant couldn’t see well in the dark thanks to his eyes quickly changed Kurt’s mind about sex in the light. And he really found he enjoyed it. Even if that does mean he ended up averting his gaze more than a few times when he feels Scott’s eyes raking over his face in the middle of his passions and Kurt’s making all those erotic, embarrassing, wonderful noises as his boyfriend loves him. But he’s getting more used to not turning his head or eyes away.
That moan travels right up his length, shivering into his hips and making his nerves light up under his skin. It’s impossible to forget just how amazing Scott’s mouth is when he’s on him. Kissing him. Sucking on him. Licking him. Making hickeys. His hips buck slightly before he settles down again, trying not to thrust too much even though his brain’s telling him to do that and only that. Fingers tense on Scott’s thigh as he braces himself above his lover’s torso, eyes burning into the other man’s face as he works on him. Scott really does look good like this… the way his brows furrow when he concentrates and smooth when he relaxes after finding his rhythm and comfort level. He twitches when he’s freed from that hot mouth, toes curling in discomfort and a want to be back inside. But Scott’s talking, so…]
I… I know. [Kurt draws his gaze back to his lover, feeling his eyes on him behind the ruby quartz lens. His own eyes remain half-lidded, lips parted so he can breathe easier as Scott’s hand moves back and forth along the length of his shaft. His face flushes again as the other man’s compliments fall into his ears.] You’re beautiful too, Scott. All of you. [The words help his nerves calm, replacing them with more of that heat that’s not really bothering to concern itself with other people. The one man he should be concerned with pleasing is the one lying beneath him, captured between his legs and in the coil of his tail. (He’ll doubt that soundproofing request will go through. Security issues.)
Kurt shivers again as Scott purrs a quick gratitude to him. He hears that underlying praise as well and it heats him up something royal. Someone else saying something like that to him might be taken badly, but when Scott says it… he can’t help but feel lewdly good. Maybe it’s that ‘imp’ side of him. Kurt’s chest flexes and the taut tone of his abdominals clench under his skin beneath Scott’s wandering gaze. His cock throbs when the American’s gaze reaches it and Kurt’s fangs bare as a hot breath puffs through his open mouth.] Scott… please… Back inside. [He feels strangely ‘cold’ the longer he’s out of his lover’s mouth and his legs are starting to clench around Scott’s torso, knees nudging under his arms as his tail ripples along his boyfriend’s neck. Scott’s gasping… but he pushes his concern away, tells himself this is good.
A soft cry slips free as Scott’s cheek brushes against the side of his cock. Precum oozes from the midnight pillar, drooling onto Kurt’s hips and thigh and smearing on Scott’s face (maybe on his visor and in his hair depending on where he’s nuzzling). Those squeezes just milk more from him and Kurt finally reaches out with his unbraced hand, fingers pushing into his boyfriend’s thick, chestnut hair. His breathing’s picking up, hips starting to buck as he rocks himself against Scott’s chest. Mouth on his tip, tongue lapping over the pulsing glans as precum spills from the slit atop. Kurt drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes closing as his pleasure spikes from that command. Hotter, louder breaths puff from his lungs and his entire body starts riding Scott’s chest, hips rhythmically thrusting himself into his lover’s hand. Faster, a little harder, working himself up. Until that one hand wraps around his tail and thumbs his spade and Scott’s breath spills over his tip, telling him to come. Come like this.]
Scott! [He doesn’t hold back, no hesitation. A few more thrusts and the German cries out hard, eyes squeezing shut as he fists his lover’s hair and thigh in both hands. His cock throbs and abruptly solidifies into a hot, fleshy sapphire rod before the Kurt breaks. His body bucks hard as jets of white seed spurt from his tip, bursting into Scott’s mouth in several heavy pulses. He jerks his head in the throes of his orgasm, muscles flexing hard as his legs constrict around the American’s torso, toes curling and spine arching as he rides his lover throughout his climax. ]
[ That night was one of Scott's favorite moments about their relationship and not only because he convinced Kurt to go along with it. He even remembers the way Kurt's tail stood up in alarm at first and then it startled to curl around on itself once they had started 'practicing'. As for the basketball/rim-job question, that was Kurt's fault for bringing it up in the first place. Scott was just being...informative.
Every now and then Scott still gets surprised by the unexpected comment and praises, in the best of ways. He would complain that Kurt weaponizing praise it's a little unfair but in all honesty, Scott deserves what retaliation he gets. There's also that sexy air to Kurt when he's being mischievous that always makes Scott's breath hitch. The blue mutant has also found many other ways to make him go breathless. He enjoys studying Kurt's reactions, his body tensing, twitching or relaxing under his touching and being able to see them under the light makes it all better.
Today is a good day for that too, the room's light hitting Kurt's blue skin just the right way to make the blue beautifully stand out against the contrast of the golden sunlight. Scott relishes in the contact of their bodies, eyelids growing heavy as he listens to his boyfriend moan, relaxing his jaw so Kurt can trust into his mouth more easily. He makes a sound of his own, encouraging the hip bucking when it happens and then stopping himself from smiling at Kurt being so on edge when he pulls his mouth away. Delayed gratification is worth it, Scott would say, but he too is feeling pretty worked up. He and understand Kurt's frustration as well as feel that hand gripping his thigh and wishing it was around his own cock instead. He's not going to tease the other man much further, and he's glad that Kurt took the compliment as a light joke instead of being offended. Scott needs to ask him later if he actually liked that.
He feels his own face grow warmer when Kurt returned the praising, always such a sweetheart. It almost makes him feel bad when a moment later Kurt's voice stammers. But he sounds and looks so good like this, on the edge, close but not yet there, asking him for release. And just like before, Scott can't deny him anything. He stops the nuzzling after another affectionate squeeze, his cheekbone left slick with spit and pre-come, some sliding down the curve of his jaw. If his visor is stained too, he doesn't seem to particularly care. He's more focused on the strong muscles of Kurt's tail around his neck, writhing and squeezing just the right way to make his vision go a little blurry and leaving him giddy.
It only gets better when Kurt starts to rock his hips, when a strong hand grabs his hair. A really embarrassing whimper that sounds more like a moan escapes Scott's throat and he's glad that his lips are already sealed around Kurt. The sound would have been much more desperate if that weren't the case.
The image of Kurt coming is almost too much for Scott’s senses, the pressure against his neck and sides sending a blazing trail of fire down his spine, making him tremble as if it were his own orgasm. He swallows the cock own, claiming it hungrily with need and intent, helping Kurt ride out his orgasm, to try and make him get more lost in it. By the end of it, Scott groans around the flesh in his mouth, lost in the taste of the thick seed against his tongue. It's hot, heavy and salty, but it's another thing he's come to associate with Kurt.
He swallows with his eyes closed, taking as much of Kurt's come as he can in one go without chocking, some escaping his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Once his boyfriend is spent, and before risking over-sensitivity ruining things for Kurt, Scott pulls off of him with a slick sound, out of breath. He tips his head back far enough to take a good look at that post-orgasmic bliss written all over Kurt's cute face, smiling. ]
I like the taste of you. [ So much that he ends fidgeting under Kurt a moment later, his own cock straining painfully. Scott can wait but it would be a lie not to admit that it's hard, no pun intended, to keep himself in check after seeing Kurt come like that. He lets the minus past, wait for Kurt to catch his breath, but eventually groans a little and pats a firm, blue thigh twice with his palm. He's having trouble with his own breathing, you see. ] Sorry love, could you...?
[Kurt’s been not-so-quietly enthralled with the beauty of his boyfriend beneath him as he moves his hips against and into Scott’s mouth. He does his best to avoid dark sheets and blankets since he had to grow up with those kinds of muted colors. Plus, the white and cream are really comforting. They help him feel safer. For reasons, but yes. Safer. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to his boyfriend’s fair skin splayed out over those same sheets. Maybe there’s some real sexiness in how much his colors contrast with Scott and his own bed. A further reminder that his boyfriend loves him, every aspect of him. From the top of his head to the tip of his tail to the root of his cock as it plunges between Scott’s teeth and plug his mouth as much as Kurt’s tail’s strangling his neck. Part of him really does wish he had Scott’s dick in his hand, but that’d really ruing his current balance and nope—he doesn’t trust himself not to fall during his orgasm without that brace.
Proven when he finally does break. Kurt’ll never get tired of this feeling. The hot white splashing over his mind and body as every nerve fires out in pleasure and bliss. Nothing exists for several seconds except for Scott, himself, and their bond. He can’t think about just how far he’s shoving himself into his boyfriend’s mouth, isn’t thinking about how tight his tail’s squeezing around Scott’s neck, or how much his fingers are digging into the meat of the American’s thigh. His hips thrust forward, smooth Adonis belt smacking and rutting against Scott’s mouth as the throes of his orgasm wrack through his body. The length of his tail that’s not wound about Scott’s neck twists and rolls in the air and atop his lover’s chest and shoulder, spaded tip contorting and bending on the bedsheets. Feels like every part of him is just squeezing and releasing all at once.
He only starts to come down from his high after several seconds, mouth hanging open and fangs gleaming in the sunlight. Heavy pants bellow his chest up and down, hands and feet slowly uncurling from their seized-up clench. He… might have to apologize for yanking Scott’s hair like that. Probably doesn’t feel good right now. It’s a shame Kurt missed that whimper (not that his own sounds are any less embarrassing). He’d just been so caught up in his own orgasm and that mind-blowing bliss of Scott’s mouth and throat working as his boyfriend swallowed him. The German mutant had obviously come a long way in sex. The first time Scott mentioned swallowing his climax, Kurt gagged right there in the bed… But as with everything else, patience and tenderness eventually nudged his curiosity out into the open and now… It’s a major turn on.
Kurt tries not to collapse when Scott moans around him. His post-orgasmic haze makes everything so insanely tender, it’s hard to keep himself on his knees and not just flop onto his back and lie there on Scott’s legs like a dropped blue fish. Somehow he manages and finally Scott pulls off him, that slick sound both dragging a shiver out of the blue man and pulling his head off his shoulders and back down to face his boyfriend. Amber eyes practically burn in his face as he stares down at his lover, watching the plump of his lips glisten from his seed and saliva, the attractive round of his chin still glazed with some of his escaped orgasm. It’s an unfairly sexual sight. That smile only makes things even more heart-slamming. Kurt impossibly flushes even harder at those words.]
Danke… [He means it. The teleporter breaks some of his afterglow when Scott shifts under him, a flicker of concern passing over his face. Chest still heaving from his breaths, muscles flexing over his taut, lithe body, Kurt leans forward a bit, hair hanging in front of one half his face.] Scott…? [He glances down when a hand pats him on his thigh. Why--] Verdammt! [His tail’s off Scott’s neck faster than lightning, slapping against the bed like Kurt just threw it there.] Sorry! Sorry! Scott, are you okay?! [And back to a momentary freak out.]
[ He only smiles at the gratitude, always disarmed at how Kurt believes he needs to thank him at all. It's sweet that he does and it makes Scott pleasantly giddy but it's unnecessary. He likes making Kurt tremble, blush and come with a cry. So much, that right now the brunette looks pretty blissed out himself. The sudden yell and curse catch Scott by surprise and he misses the wight of the tail around his neck almost immediately. ]
Never been better, Kurt. [ Scott is quick to add the moment his boyfriend starts panicking, voice embarrassingly hoarse but reassuring. His hand goes faster than his common sense and Scott reaches out, aiming to grab onto Kurt and pull him close. His fingers end wrapped around Kurt's tail still and he gives it a squeeze. Ey, it's all good. It was good, you did nothing wrong.
Not even when Kurt gripped his hair too tightly. It did hurt, a zapping sensation running down Scott's spine, but it was the good kind of hurt. Scott pulls himself half-up, elbow on the mattress and chest lifting, his hand still caressing Kurt's tail in what he hopes is soothing. He takes a deep breath, still tasting Kurt on his tongue and letting his lips curl into a smile. ]
I like it when you're a bit rough, you know that.[ He doesn't need to look so know there must be marks in the shape of Kurt's fingers on his thigh and knee, and he doesn't regret it one bit. Kurt is gorgeous when he's like this and Scott will tell him every time until the end of time to make the man believe him. Shifting up some more, his other hand finds Kurt's shoulder and Scott tries to pull him close, over him, so he can press their lips together. ]
[Scott makes him feel amazing. Loved, comforted, valued, special. Not many people made him feel those things during his youth; only his adopted family in the circus. But any time he stepped outside of those walls something was bound to remind him of the rest of the world’s opinion of him. So each time he feels those things thanks to Scott, it’s a blessing. Of course he wants to thank him for that!
And then there are these times, when Scott does something and Kurt flies off into a panic. Case in point: almost throttling his boyfriend. Kurt knew this was a bad idea the second Scott asked him for it! Look at what it almost made him do! Scott could barely breathe! His voice is hoarse and raw! Kurt’s thinking the other man’s eyes are probably starting to pop out of his head behind his visor—
It all goes quiet. Hands fall on him, catching his wildly-thrashing tail and cupping him around the shoulder. Kurt’s eyes widen and he pauses his panic, staring at Scott for several seconds. The reassurance, even unvoiced, goes right through his fear… and all it takes is one good squeeze and comforting rub, plus that pull, and the German teleporter sinks forward on top of his boyfriend.]
Scott… You’re sure you’re okay? [He sounds worried still, but he’s not freaking out now. Kurt knows he’s left marks on Scott. On his leg and on his neck. If someone asks why the American mutant has a noose-like mark on his throat, Kurt’s going to hide in a closet for another three months out of sheer mortification. Leaning down, blue lips find pink and Kurt kisses back, tender and a little trepidatious, but soon full and loving, as if quietly trying to confess he was sorry for almost choking his boyfriend. Which, you know, he is… Awkward as always.]
[ If Scott keeps having the chance to spend his life with Kurt, then he's going to try his best to make sure good things keep on happening. he doesn't know anybody else more worthy of being cherished and loved than Kurt, he's got a heart like any other. Scott's aware that his own selfish one can't compare but the blue mutant does make him want to be a better person. Sometimes he succeeds, others...well, growing up and growing wiser are constant works in progress.
Throttling isn't bad if they ask for it! Scott has been enjoying himself, it's only that they need to be mindful of each other limits and maybe the brunette pushes his own a tad too much sometimes. Nothing to feel sorry for, especially not something Kurt should blame himself for. And Scott's hoarse voice is less because of the pressure around his neck and more because of Kurt's big, fat cock being has been pushed down his throat only a few minutes before. Something Scott wanted to do too, so, again, not something Kurt should feel sorry for. ]
No, I'm not, because my boyfriend is freaking himself out unnecessary instead of kissing me.
[ There's a pout on Scott's lips for good measure and he doesn't sound chastising as much as he sounds like he's making sure Kurt's attention is focused on his casual demeanor. See? Not injured or hurt or scared of him. Of course, when Kurt is finally leaning over him it's a little more difficult not to think of his hard-on pressing against the other man's thigh and Scott has to resist the urge to hiss under his breath. Thank the gods that Kurt finally presses their lips together, sweet like only Kurt knows how to do. It prompts Scott to wrap both of his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pressing their body closer as they kiss and then moaning into the other man's mouth and arching his back. ]
[Kurt knows plenty of people who deserve to be loved and cherished. Even more than him. His past hasn’t always been the best, and his mutations obviously affect him more than other mutants, but he can’t say he’s had a bad life. The circus and his adopted family kept him safe and sheltered despite the breeches of that comforting bubble. And some of those breeches have been Kurt’s naïve fault. But still, his time here in America, his time with Scott… All those have brought so many good things. it makes his heart swell with elation. Sometimes he can’t even believe he’s really here. And he does his best not to take anything for granted. (Kurt would never call Scott’s heart selfish; if Scott has a selfish heart, they all do.)
Throttling IS a bad thing, Scott! People have to breathe! (Well, some mutants don’t.) Kurt really doesn’t want people seeing that mark around the American’s neck and then getting some really bad ideas about either Scott or him. Or both of them for that matter. Still, hurting Scott never feels right or comfortable to Kurt. Though some of those affectionate “hurts” are starting to wear off that fear. Bites, scratches, some bruises… it’s part of being active, right? Sex is an activity, just like training and sparring. A lot more intimate and only with one person, but things can happen. They’ve fallen off the bed once… Er, five times. Anyways, he’s calming down, momentary panic fading away, and his kind desire to apologize retreating.
Mostly because Scott’s saying cheeky things and a cheeky Scott is a quite okay Scott. Kurt knows this intimately and has to give his boyfriend a wry smile and little headshake for it.]
Mein gott you are impossible.
[But he’s kissing him now, the fear and reluctant passed. Comfortable once again as he sinks down atop his lover and slowly pulls his legs away from Scott’s ribs and hips. Long blue and strong, they slide down to his lover’s legs as Kurt stretches himself out atop his boyfriend, sinking into the embrace as the American mutant embraces him like that. It feels so good, it’s impossible to feel anything else. Just Scott, moaning into his mouth and pressing against him, earning a low groan from the blue-skinned German and a few light thrusts and grinds of his naked hips.]
[ Scott can't say he had it difficult either while growing up, the problems with Alex notwithstanding, and that only makes him try harder when it comes to improving other people's lives. everyone deserves a chance at happiness. And things can always get better, even when they already look good.
He's never expected to be lucky enough to end in such a strong, loving relationship but life enjoys throwing him curve balls. This time it gave him someone he always wanted. And while Scott is terrified of losing Kurt, either because of a mission going south or things just not working out, he's determined to enjoy the time they have together.
But you like me still. He manages to murmur between kisses, heated breath against' Kurt's lips.
His hand runs up and down the other man's back, fingers lazily tracing the scarifications on the blue skin, trying to remember the patterns. He feels a little bad that Kurt's afterglow was so short because he accidentally scared the other man. And yes, people and more specifically Scott need to breathe and in fact, he enjoys doing it very much but he also finds Kurt exerting any kind of power to be really fucking hot. He's not getting enough blood flow to his brain at the moment, that was his excuse and he will run with it.
Kinkiness aside, he knows Kurt's worries and considers himself fortunate for having such a caring partner. There are times when he still gets nervous about but he never feels scared or worries that Kurt will hurt him for real. As for the marks around his neck, that's why turtlenecks were invented. That said, Scott will agree that they either need to get better and not falling off the bed, or invest in a soft and plushy carpet.
Scott moans against at the friction of their bodies and Kurt al ]most teasing movements. It's not long until he is left panting, throat long and exposed as he tilts his head back, the messy brown hair in contrast to the light sheets. His hands clench on Kurt's shoulders.
Kurt... [ Scott starts, then closes his mouth and writhes under Kurt when the weight sends another rush of heat to his groin. He swallows, lets out a shaky breath and tries again. The brunette has been on the knife-edge of orgasm for a while and his thighs witch almost rhythmically with the overload of sensation. He needs something, anything. ] Please.
[Even if his life had plenty of rough spots, Kurt doesn’t consider himself as having a bad upbringing. He had plenty of happy times within the circus as he grew up and his adopted family treated him nicely. (Some more than others, but that’s life.) It was only outside the circus that his eyes opened and experience turned sour. But with Scott… So much happiness. Even the awkward and embarrassing moments are things he can look back on and laugh at or just shift around in hot-faced squirminess. He loves it. His life here in America, with the X-Men, with the students here at the school. With Scott. There is a fear each time they go out on missions. He could lose the man he loves at any time. But he trusts. He trusts God. He trusts his new family. He trusts mutants and the future. And he trusts the man he loves.]
Of course I do. But zat’s playing dirty.
[Kurt leans in to nip at Scott’s lower lip, fangs scraping at his skin with a gentle rake. Fingers wander over his scars, hands rush up and down his back, and the German mutant arches like a cat. His amber eyes close and a low moan of sensitive pleasure purrs from his blue lips. It feels good, really good, when Scott does that. Yes, his afterglow did get cut short, but he’s still sensitive and it shows. Slowly he’s come to realize his boyfriend likes it when he shows some aggression or power or dominance. Kurt tries to keep that in mind; it just kind of goes against his instincts to behave that way. So it’s often a conscious choice to act like that. Still… there have been times his love and passion have seen him get a little possessive and eager. Enough to pin Scott to the bed or wall and instigate their heated trysts.
Oh right! Turtlenecks! Kurt does like to wear collared shirts, but he’s worn turtlenecks a few times; they’re comfortable too! So long as it’s not hot outside. And, um, Kurt really doesn’t want to have to explain why his room suddenly needs a big thick plushy carpet on all sides of his bed, Scott… Maybe they can just try to focus on not falling off the bed.
That moan seeps into his skin and Kurt slowly rolls himself again, wanting to feel more of Scott and the way he’s panting and flexing against him. His eyes open again, positively glowing in the sunlight amid the shadows of his midnight face. Focusing on Scott’s throat, so pure and milky against the whites of his sheet, his chestnut hair tousled on the same light fabric. He really is gorgeous and the teleporter’s suddenly overcome with a sweep of gratitude that he’s been blessed with such a man to love him. His name’s pretty much all Kurt needs to hear to know what Scott wants. The writhing helps.
So, to his lover’s probable explosive frustration, Kurt pulls away from him. Long enough to slide himself down the bed, long legs skimming along his lover’s as he descends Scott’s body. He’d have used his hands and tongue to make the trip longer, but considering how tense and on edge the American mutant is, Kurt doesn’t want to give him further stimulation. Not until he’s comfortably stretched out between Scott’s legs, blue arms resting over his boyfriend’s thighs and three-fingered hands cupping either side of his hips. Warm breath ghosts out over Scott’s impressive cock and Kurt deliberately uses only his tongue to curl around the tip and drag his lover off his own abs and into the air. So he can wrap his lips around him and suck the othe man into his mouth without further warning.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Lips follow the scars on his flesh and Kurt leans into them, pressing his body to Scott’s wherever they’re connecting. At least his American can see the darkness bloomed on his throat from that hickey. Yeah, Kurt’ll be wearing his collar up tomorrow for a reason other than just “that’s his style” or comfort. *ahem* Sometimes he’ll leave marks on Scott too, but it’s rare due to his protective and shy nature. Scratches or bruises tend to make him feel utterly guilty the following day even as Scott tries to convince him he likes it. But at least Kurt’s becoming more accepting of leaving hickies on his boyfriend. And the occasional bite… though only about half of them are deliberate.
… verdammt. Scott’s being a cheeky brat again. Kurt pulls his head back enough to shoot the other man a pouting glare, though it’s barely holding as his face wants to crumble into another moan again. Which he does soon enough and drops his head, blue-streaked bangs flopping over Scott’s light-skinned shoulder. His mouth falls open, stomach clenching as his lungs pump his air all over his boyfriend’s neck and collar. Between the hand playing with the pointed shell of his ear to the hand and mouth tormenting the tip of his tail, Kurt’s a tightly-arched blue wire above Scott right now. He at least manages to crack one amber eye open enough to luck out on getting a very nice view of his boyfriend’s stomach tightening up like that, abs prominently showing under his skin. The sight steals Kurt’s breath for a moment, tongue rushing over his fangs.
Then melts all over again the hand on his ear abandons the pointed perch and cups his face. He lifts his head as Scott brushes his face, eyes dilated from lust and affection. Being told to relax… being called “love”… and pointing out he definitely doesn’t want to stop. Those things make his heart slam all over his ribs again.] Nein… I don’t… [He tries his best to relax, forcing his tail’s thrashing to stop so he won’t pull it out of Scott’s grip again. The moment’s pause at least gives him some chance to finally tug his leg back over Scott’s other leg, so he can straddle his lover’s hips and clench his waist and thighs between his own kneeling limbs.]
Keep going… [Kurt leans forward and gently bumps his forehead against Scott’s. Bringing himself so near the other’s eyes, his own gaze looking right into the ruby visor blocking his boyfriend’s. A blue nose brushes white since he’s not going to brush his tail aside for a kiss just yet. And since his ‘troublemaker’ boyfriend’s grinning at him again. Kurt’s mouth falls open, eyes widening as lips close around the tip of his spade. A silent moan of surprise and pleasure spills out and Kurt’s stomach quivers as his air stammers on his tongue. That—that’s not something he’s felt before. Feels like—fireworks? All over his spade, radiating from the tip resting in Scott’s warm mouth. Kurt clutches at his boyfriend’s shoulders with his hands, two fingers and thumbs holding onto his skin hard enough to squeeze his muscles. His legs likewise clench up around Scott’s jeans-clad lower half and Kurt has to remind himself to breathe.]
no subject
He can't share people's joy for watching movies, sightseeing or even simpler things like shopping for clothes. He needs help to do the later lest he ends mixing colors that clash horribly, and at his age, it's beyond frustrating. And so, Scott mostly sticks to greys, blues, and blacks. Simpler colors, but it's hard to mess up yoru wardrobe while wearing those. Dull colors for a dull life. Not like the rest of their life as part of the x-men doesn't make it up for it, it's anything but boring.
None of those issues is something he wants to think about now and thanks to Kurt, he doesn't have to. The other man has the natural ability to make Scott feel better with himself, to feel loved and special. If he's focusing on Kurt's love and his pleasure, Scott doesn't think about his own shortcomings. He loves the way Kurt reach to his touches, light or meaningful, teasing or challenging. And yes knowing that he's the reason why Kurt is wearing scarves or high collars makes Scott smile to himself.
Given how the touches to his tail are affecting him, Scott hopes he can goat his boyfriend into using those lovely fangs of his in vengeance. Kurt's head is already bowing over his shoulder, heated breath against his pale skin, it would be so easy. But of course, Kurt chooses this moment to be absolutely sweet and Scott shouldn't have been surprised. ]
Good. Me neither. [ He gives him time to gather his bearings, to really make an attempt to ease his quickly beating heart and his nerves. The tail no longer feels like a living thing under his palm, it's still warm and undulating but Scott doesn't fear to lose his grip on it anymore. Kurt moves and it's his turn to gasp at the extra weigh on his lap, mentally thinking Oh, yes when strong thighs trap him. All that jumping around and climbing walls sure did wonders to the blue mutant's muscles. ]
As you wish. [ His eyes close behind the visor as they press their forehead together, the touches of his hands slowing down but not stilling. It's more fun, in the long run, to keep Kurt on the edge of pleasure, close but not yet there. Scott keeps his answers short because he likes the tails were it is too, pressing against his lower lip when he isn't bowing his head a little to suck the tip into his mouth again to nip and lick at it.
Scott arches up against him as Kurt shudders in pleasure, slipping a hand down the bare stomach, fingers tracing the Enoch patterns until it ends between his legs and strokes the inner thigh. He softly cups Kurt, so light it's a tease, as his tongue presses flat against the arrow-shaped tail, licking a trail from the wide base to the sharper point. Kurt digging his thumbs on his shoulders only makes it all better. Scott pulls back enough to meet his eyes, smiling wickedly. ]
Had I know this was how you'd react, I would have done it sooner. [ One of his hands is on Kurt's cock, squeezing it through the black boxers while the other gripped his tail. ] However, I am still very interested in feeling you wreck my throat with your cock.
[ And okay, maybe Scott said that to make Kurt squeak and to see the way his pupils dilated when he was aroused but it doesn't make the words less true. Sorry, not sorry, Kurt. The brunette still wants that tail curled around his neck but he doesn't mind waiting. ]
no subject
But Kurt would be hard pressed to agree that Scott’s life is dull. Even with the burden of his mutant powers, there are always so many things to do. To learn. To experience. Of course, someone coming from Kurt’s background would think such a thing. Scott, having lived here all his life, would probably see American life as dull. But it’s hard for the German immigrant to think so. Even shopping with Scott leaves him amazed at all the options. Grey, blue, black, yes, but so many shades, the textures are different, they have designs, the stores are so bright and clean. And a lot of them have candy… He’ll still get transfixed by television sets every now and then. And it’s fun to play around in the dressing rooms! (Yes, that way too. Thanks, Scott.)
Just like now. When all those worries and struggles melt away into a drooling pile under the bed, not to be thought of again until much later. It’s impossible to think of anything but Scott as his body arches above his and his eyes flutter shut while the other man’s hand works around his body in all those different places. Sometimes he gets foolish thoughts, like why bother wearing clothes in his room when Scott’s the only one here. Obviously because it’s fun for them both to pull clothes off. Part of the romance and intimacy, right? He loves it… all the things Scott brings to his live. Even high collars and scarfs.
There’s a certain mix of power and passion when he clenches his legs around Scott’s thighs and hips. Muscles flexing long and defined in his thighs and calves as he rubs his knees against his boyfriend’s hips and shifts on top of him. Mentally he wants to close his legs on instinct and feeling Scott’s strong body blocking him from doing so is a thrill that’s hard to pass. The jeans still covering his boyfriend’s legs and waist, however, are starting to get a little annoying. He wants to touch his skin, like his hands feeling over the other mutant’s shoulders, wandering down his arms, touching the sculpture of his chest.
A soft moan of Scott’s name oozes over the man’s mouth and Kurt nuzzles his forehead against his boyfriend’s, nose occasionally bumping against the silver visor. He’s learned how best to touch his face with his own in lieu of visor or glasses. Cheek to cheek, lips to lips, etc. That moan turns into something louder and needy as Scott’s hand wanders down his chest, following the patterns of his angel marks, over the contours of his muscle, and finally settles on the inside of his thigh, something that encourages him to hike one leg up and out to give his boyfriend room to touch him there. Only made “worse” as that same hand finally cups his arousal through the light material of his boxer briefs. Kurt sucks in a gasp, hips bucking into the touch instinctively, pressing his already hardened shaft against Scott’s palm.
And he’s still doing torment on his tail! A low whimper bleeds over his lips as Kurt drops his head again, pressing his mouth to Scott’s neck and sucking to try and stifle some of the noises. Little nips and licks at the tip were mind-blowing enough, but now he’s actively licking the flat of it, making the entire appendage arch and shudder tangibly as his tongue goes from the base to the point. He feels Scott pull his head back and does the same, looking down at him with a flushed face and hooded eyes, one hidden somewhat behind his hanging sweep of bangs. That wicked smile…]
I’ve surprised… you didn’t. [His words hike as Scott squeezes him and his tail together, making his body clench up where he’s gripping his boyfriend. Who then goes on to drop that bomb of a flirt and Kurt’s face goes instantly plum as his breath comes out in a tell-tale squeak.] Scott! [He gapes at him, teeth clashing vividly with his lips and mouth. All these years with his boyfriend and Kurt still gets T-boned by dirty talk. Which, if his cock’s any sort of traitor, he obviously likes. Guilty pleasure. His hands tighten on Scott’s shoulder, a sort of herald to the German teleporter making a decision.]
Zen… on your back? Or do you vant to kneel?
no subject
Scott has other matters to focus on, much more pleasant and also blue. He could watch Kurt writhe on top of him and feel him squish his thigh all day long. It's such a gorgeous view, a gorgeous man, that it baffled Scott that not everyone can see him the same way. Come to think of it, part of Scott is a little glad that not everyone gets as stupidly awestruck by Kurt's beauty as he does. He's always had a jealous streak and even Charles had informed Scott that, now that he's shifting his previous burst of anger into passive-aggressiveness, that is somehow more intimidating.
Kurt is not the only one thinking that it's time for the jeans to go, his pants have been growing increasingly more uncomfortable as Kurt kept shifting and grinding down on him. Scott's been too interested in the textures of Kurt's tail and the sounds that were being torn from the man's throat to concern himself with his own pleasure. Kurt's touches are both exciting and sweet in return, and the second ones might still be Scott favorite. The way his boyfriend nuzzles his face, cheekbones and forehead, makes his heart skip a beat and a happy sigh to escape his own lips. His hand is still firm against Kurt's groin, palm massaging and adding pressure as the other man's mouth gets close to his neck. Scott tilts his head back, the pale column of his throat on display, inviting.
He will argue that he's not making anything 'worse'. Kurt seems to be pretty happy with what Scott's hands are doing, or at least part of him is. He's not going to stop for now, not unless Kurt shows real signs of discomfort or tells him no. They know each other enough to push limits without crossing them. Just like now, when Kurt's face light up with embarrassment at the blunt suggestion. Scott has yet to meet a man who didn't like getting their cock sucked, especially by their favorite partner, so it was a pretty safe bet that Kurt wouldn't be any different. ]
I get chewed out constantly by your room neighbor because of the commotion we make, which isn't really fair because you're the one who makes the most noise...but I think it is because they always hear my name yelled.
[ Scott says conversationally, watching the color bloom in Kurt's cheekbones in the same way a cat stares a juicy looking mouse. The first time he ever said anything remotely close to dirty talk, years ago by now, it had been an accident but he never forgot the reaction it got him. So Scott did what he does when life shows him a puzzle that needs to be solved: he obsessed over it, practiced and learned until he got it right. Admittedly, dirty talk with Kurt is easy because he doesn't have to say ridiculous things, more often than not it's enough just telling Kurt the things he wants to do to him. Or mention things Scott want to have done to him in return, although those are rarer. ]
I like you on top of me. I've got a really pretty view from there. [ He turns his face towards the tail still in his grip and gives it a sweet, last kiss, lips pressed against the flat side before Scott lets go. ] Maybe it's time we ditch the rest of the clothes.
no subject
Kurt may not be the jealous type, but he is protective and values his relationships. Seeing Scott visit with others or hang out with other friends never bothers the teleporter. But other things can ruffle him, like seeing someone eyeing his boyfriend in that way up and down or trying to flirt with Scott while Kurt’s nearby. Might definitely walk up and stand beside the other man, close enough it’s obvious. There was that one time, however, when the stranger wasn’t backing off and Kurt actually bared his fangs and snarled at him. (Of course, anyone who knew Kurt would probably say his aggressive attempt was more cat purr…) He loves Scott, so he’ll protect him and guard him from others as he sees fit.
It's tempting when Scott tilts his head back and exposes his throat. Kurt’s not blind to that desire his boyfriend’s expressed. Biting him… He’s bitten him in the past. Mostly on accident and anything on purpose more just a pinch or nip than that intimate sink Scott’s murmured to him a few times. And yes… he’s wanted to a number of times. In the heat of passion, when his rationale’s all but evaporated. It’s only Kurt’s timid and protective nature that’s prevented him from really sinking his teeth and fangs into Scott’s neck. Or shoulder. Or arm… But… he’s been thinking about it more. Tempts himself with a slow lick of his tongue up Scott’s throat, from the dip of his collarbone all the way over his trachea and Adam’s apple and finally off his chin. Maybe some revenge for that hand still cupping his groin and making him shiver and quake as he massages him.
Those limits between them. They’re real and Kurt marvels each time Scott encourages him to push past another one. Sex had been one exploration after another, from petting and kissing to finally getting naked and penetrating. He’s come
a lota long way thanks to his American lover. It still doesn’t make dirty talk easier to swallow.Especially not when it goes into that!]
I tried biting ze pillow! [His face probably could make steam right now. His neighbors are hounding Scott about their noise?! Obviously. He knows this, but Kurt still flushes deeply and buries his face in Scott’s neck for a few moments to hide and compose himself. Pointing out he’s the one that makes the most noise—and incriminates Scott—definitely gets him squirming on the inside. And not completely out of mortification.] I don’t zink I can stop… yelling your name.
[Kurt doesn’t want to either. He nips at his boyfriend’s neck in slight vindictive intent, then leans back and looks down at Scott with a flushed-faced, yet intense gaze, amber eyes practically glowing around his lust-blown pupils.] I don’t vant to… Zey’re probably more upset you’re vith me zan zey are zat ve’re making noise. [There’s a lace of pride in his voice admitting that. It feels good. People still gets surprised to learn they’re dating. Kurt feels blessed to be with someone as handsome and charming as Scott. Loving and amazing. Strong and… sexy. Yes. Definitely sexy.
His tail twitches once when Scott kisses it and Kurt pulls it behind him once the other mutant releases him. Night-blue lips part at the suggestion and a heated breath husks a growling purr over his shadowed-but-visible teeth.] It’s long-since been time, Scott. [The German mutant tilts forward and both hands plant themselves on the American’s pale shoulders, thumbs tucked slightly under his arms, fingers rounding his shoulder ball. He presses down firmly, keeping Scott flush on the bed, eyes still glowing into his boyfriend’s visor.] Stay.
[Contentedly pinning him, Kurt lifts his hips and arches his back, rising up on top of Scott like a almost-naked blue feline just pounced on his prey. He slides his legs back, deliberately stepping down on Scott’s shins, both toes on each foot spreading and pinching at the mutant’s pants legs. Long muscles flex in his thighs and his calves harden like a runner ready to take off. Kurt curls his tail between his own legs, reaching blindly up Scott’s groin and pointedly cupping the kiss-glazed arrowhead over his cock. Massages once or twice before deftly picking his fly open with the tip. Then pressing in to drag his zipper down. Kurt’s tempted to take longer, but his impatience and arousal is winning. A few tugs with his tail gets Scott’s pants loose enough and he abruptly spirals his tail around his lover’s waist. And hoists upward, clearing Scott’s hips and ass from the bed.
There. Now he can rake back with both legs and use his toes and claws to start dragging Scott’s pants down his legs. Careful not to rip or tear them, but forceful enough he hopes Scott gets the picture Kurt’s been very patient with all that amazing oral-tail-torture.]
no subject
It's because of his own way of seeing himself that Scott rarely actually notices if others are paying him more attention. It amused Jean to no end before Scott and Kurt got together. Sometimes they would be hanging out and somebody would ask Scott if they were together. Then Scott would not understand the look of confusion on the person's face after he told them that 'no, the pretty redhead isn't dating anybody but you're allowed to try if you dare', and Jean would giggle herself sick. It took her a while to make him believe they weren't asking about her being single. It only really dawned on him when Kurt growled at a particular insistent girl that was making Scott uncomfortable and he couldn't pint point why. That had been pretty hot, especially the sound Kurt made.
It made Scott feel wanted, like now, more so with Kurt's hot tongue running up his neck and making him moan softly. Little touches that mean s much and leave him squirming under the blue mutant's weight. ]
Are you trying to make me jealous of a pillow? [ 'Bite me instead', isn't said but implied. Plus, Scott likes to hear all sounds Kurt ends making, especially if they are his fault. There's a proud sort of feeling that comes with...well, making someone come. ]
I never said I wanted you to stop, love. [ Kurt words implying that others might be jealous and the harder nip make Scott's cheekbones flush bright pink. For all his jokes and snark, praise thrown at his direction is often disarming. Kind words are Scott's version of dirty talk, it seems. ] Leave the poor pillows alone, who cares about others overhearing.
[ He makes a brief, disappointed face when the tail moves away from his grasp even though it's necessary. The pout on Scott's lips doesn't last long, he's quickly interested in the way Kurt is shifting, the determination of his movements and the slightly predatory air to his posture. He lets the other maneuver him, compliant and almost purring after the command while Kurt pushes his back down on the bed and then undresses them.
Kurt keeps his eyes down and Scott keeps his eyes on Kurt. And then his boyfriend is the one playing dirty with that tail and Scott's back arches a little from the mattress when it gropes him through the layers of clothes he's still wearing. He's left panting then staring as the expert tail manages to get his fly open because wow, that takes skill and Scott looks appropriately impressed. Not to mention turned on when said tail lifts him up, which is obvious in more than one way once his hard cock is exposed. ]
Now, who's playing dirty... [ He murmurs when Kurt's done with his pants. Scott's voice is husky and low because unlike Kurt, he's pretty quiet during sex no matter what they were doing. It's a habit he can't really shake, from growing up living with so many people.
He was about to set the pillows against the headboard so they supported his shoulders and he lay there, but letting Kurt do as he pleases seems like a much better option now. He wants to reach out and touch the other more but he's done a ton of that in the last minutes and Scott guesses that Kurt earned this, that he has to be patient now. ]
Are you going to keep me waiting? Or do you want me to beg for your cock?
[ He can be patient. What he can't be is quiet. ]
no subject
Still there are times when something inside sparks and midnight cobalt flares into brilliant cerulean. Scott’s one of those “times.” Kurt’s been aggressive, dispatching an entire room of opponents in a furious and desperate show of acrobatic violence amid clouds of sulfur smoke and blinding shadow. He’s been dominant, pinning his boyfriend to the wall or bed by his shoulders or stepping up beside him and snarling at the girl who wouldn’t take the blatant hint. All because the man he loves has been threatened. Love… is a scary thing at times.
But he regrets none of it. From their first meeting to now. Because if Scott feels wanted, cherished, then Kurt’s happy. No one should ever feel unwanted or alone in this world. Just, Scott should feel un-alone with him. He can’t help that possessive feeling. The same one that encourages him to wrap his tail around Scott’s waist when they’re wandering through a crowd or hold his hand while they’re walking down the school halls. Or run his tongue up his neck as he keeps his boyfriend’s body pinned to the bed right where he wants him. That moan, soft as it is, only encourages those feelings. Scott squirming is distractingly attractive.]
Nein. But zat vould’ve needed bandages. [He gets the implied comment. Biting Scott. It’s obviously been brought up before and he still balks at things beyond nips and nibbles. As for the sounds he makes, well… that’s all on Kurt’s embarrassment at having other people hear him during his passionate times with his boyfriend. Luckily for the American, Kurt doesn’t always muffle himself. Lack of pillows or busy arms see to that. Not that he hasn’t screamed into Scott’s shoulders or neck a number of times. His lover can do so many amazing things with his body… And yes, he agrees (in this heated moment) with Scott on the whole not caring about what others think.
There’s pleasure in feeling Scott go pliant and offering beneath him. Letting him move him as he wants, keeping him pinned on his back as his tail manipulates the American’s hips into that flexible arch. He can feel Scott’s rumbling purr in his trunk, rippling faintly yet noticeably through his tail and under his shoulders. A devilish grin bares his fangs when Scott jumps in surprise at his tail’s deft work on his fly. Ja, he’s had a lifetime of using his tail as a fifth hand, so it’s no issue for him to pop open that button and drag his zipper apart to loosen his pants. The heat drifting up from his boyfriend’s groin and bathing the spade of his tail is an insane temptation, urging him to simply shove the entire arrowhead of the appendage down Scott’s pants and just rub there where it’s hot and smooth and sensitive…]
I had a good teacher. [When it comes to playing dirty. Kurt’s amber gaze drifts along his boyfriend’s flexing stomach and lowers to the prominent bulge swelling under the tight confines of his underwear. Without thinking, the blue mutant’s tongue sweeps between his lips, pressing to his upper teeth. It’s a miracle he doesn’t rip his boyfriend’s pants as he shucks them off his feet with his own and then tosses them who cares where. Unable to resist the new temptation, however, Kurt sinks down, knees pressing to the bed and sliding backwards. His spine arches and the teleporter eases himself down on top of his boyfriend.
Legs brush first, gliding his feet and ankles along Scott’s legs until he can lazily tangle them with his lover’s limbs. His own throbbing arousal touches next, the bare film of fabric still lingering between them, but it’s nowhere near enough to block the shape and size of their cocks as they rub and settle against each other. Stomach next, defined sleek abdominals meeting Scott’s honed sculpture. That purr entwins with his own as their chests meld together, heartbeats slamming under pectorals as blue and light settle flush.
And finally their arms, as Kurt slides his hands off Scott’s shoulders and down his boyfriend’s arms until he can interlace their fingers. As normal, Kurt’s middle digit slips between Scott’s middle and ring fingers while his “pinky” cups the side of Scott’s hand, cradling his fifth finger. There’s a gentle comfort that their thumbs at least can “hold hands” normally, though Kurt’s always touched Scott’s adapted to the admittedly-strange position his fingers have to go when he laces fingers with Kurt’s mutated hands. It’s become something of a promise to him, that Scott can never mistake any other hand for his. Even if he can’t see them.
Blue lips find Scott’s and Kurt sinks into a deep kiss, long body stretched out all over his lover’s, touching him in as many places as he possibly can. Yes, he’s earned this for a minute or so at least. Feeling and touching, getting the man he loves all over him. Sex is amazing, but for someone who’s had plenty of people avoid touching him or even being near him for his entire life, Kurt loves just being able to be in contact with Scott. Anywhere. Everywhere. There’s no avoiding flinch. No stiff reluctance. Only acceptance and desire. It makes him feel so warm…]
Don’t beg. [Of course Scott can’t be quiet. As much as it sometimes exasperates Kurt, the German loves his boyfriend’s sometimes brattish mouth.] I’ll get zere in just a minute… Let me enjoy zis.
no subject
He enjoys seeing Kurt like this, a little predatory but the good sort, acting out for a better reason than a fight. He's never happier than when Kurt is pinning him down against any surface available, maybe because Scott himself is a little less prone to do that in return, in fear that it would startle his boyfriend too much. He likes pushing Kurt's buttons, not break any limits, but has no concerns when it comes to the blue mutant doing that to him. It makes him feel loved, knowing someone wants to keep him for themselves, and it makes him feel protected. Hence the surprisingly exciting feeling he got when Kurt had jumped him last night and the tail ended curled around his neck, squeezing just right.
Ah yes, you do have very sharp fangs. By the affectionate rumble in Scott's voice, that is the opposite of a problem to him. He can deal with bandages, bites eventually heal. And the small prickle of pain when Kurt nips at his skin only make the good feeling even better. Maybe's Scott's brain is just wired wrong for thinking that, and It's probably something worth pondering in detail but not tonight. Thinking about the gasps and moans he can earn if he takes good care of Kurt makes all the ruined pillows unimportant as well, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. ]
Mischief is a good look on you. [ Scott smiles, only feeling a tad self-conscious about his body under Kurt's heated stare.
It's absurd because they know each other skin like their own, but Scott can't help but wish he was a little taller, or more muscular, or maybe even have a tail too if Kurt might be interested if any of those things. He's about to say something else when his pants go missing and Kurt presses their bodies together, making him close his eyes and moan at the friction. And okay, maybe Scott's good enough to keep him interested, the way their hardness press down together pretty much proves the point.
Scott wants to lift his thighs and squeeze Kurt's body closer, craving all the contact, but Kurt's already tangled their legs together which is also nice. In that split second before their hands meet every nerve in the brunette's body is electrified and then it only gets better. He makes another helpless sound and squeezes Kurt's hand, trembling under him with the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words or physical gratification. It's not fair that these are the kind of gestures that leave Scott undone because all he ever wanted is a connection. ]
D-don't be mean. [He admonishes, voice vulnerable now soft and embarrassment bright in his cheekbones, knowing full well that Kurt is anything but that.
Thank the God Kurt believes in that he gets kissed soon enough, his lips already meeting the other's mid-way. Scott free hand reaches up, cupping the back of Kurt's head, fingers threading through he dark locks and nails scrapping the scalp lightly. He sees sex as an expression of love, of their bond and intimacy, but it's hardly the only thing in Scott's mind even when he's sprawled out underneath his boyfriend, their clothes on the floor except for the underwear.
There's a small sound of agreement blooming on the back of Scott's throat, the only coherent reply Kurt gets for his request. He puts another brief kiss to these gorgeous and full blue his lips before moving to Kurt's jawline and neck. Slow kisses and nips, not mean to rush or tease but for both of them to savor every moment. ]
no subject
Danke. I’ll zink about it. [Seeing Scot bleed has never sat well with him, even moreso since they became a couple. Still, that rumble in his voice, knowing Scott wants that sort of possessive mark… Think about it. Yes. He will. Because Kurt also wants to make Scott happy and feel good just as much as his lover desires the same for him. And he knows how his boyfriend gets when he nips him. Those shivers, the way his body keens towards his mouth, the noises he makes… Kurt just has to remember those and he always starts to drift towards “what if’s” and “it’s just a bite” thoughts.]
Mischief? Ven am I like zat? [Asides from the time he’s getting in trouble with Scott and his other friends… or apparently pushing Scott down on the bed and being a predatory tease. That kind of dawns on him right there and Kurt’s cheeks darken in a mix embarrassment and arousal. Okay. He’s mischievous. And he sees some of that self-consciousness in Scott’s eyes. After all, he’s seen that same flicker in his own eyes so many times in the mirror. So he slides down atop his lover, wanting him to feel just how much Kurt’s attracted to him, how much he loves him, loves touching him, being touched by him. From his lips in a kiss to their chests and stomachs grinding together to their cocks rubbing back and forth, to their legs twining and arms fondling shoulders and back. He loves every part of him, thinks every part of Scott’s just perfect.
Scott does more than interest him; he attracts Kurt like nothing else. Hands slip together, fingers interlocking as the blue mutant stretches their arms over their heads and holds his hands against the sheets. Their chests pull taut, stomachs flex, and he leans into the kiss, swallowing Scott’s helpless moan as his entire body buzzes with excitement and reaction from the way his lover trembles underneath him. Kurt loves that these kinds of gestures are as intimate and special to Scott as they are to him. Being touched and wanted, without fear or aversion, that connection is something he’s always wanted but realized wasn’t for him.
And then Scott happened.
Kurt got to experience that connection. Physical, mental, emotional. Scott wanted it to and he recognized that. Still does. The German teleporter purrs into the kiss as his boyfriend admonishes him.] You’re von to talk… [Scott teases and arouses him all the time, even when there’s no way to act on it right then! So frustrating. Though the later results are worth it. Most of the time. A hand settles on the back of his head and Kurt leans into the kiss again, deepening it as his lover threads his fingers through his hair, nails rubbing at his head. Yes, sex with the one you love is the most intimate expression of that love, in Kurt’s mind. Getting to experience that with Scott… (and finding out there’s a lot more to sex than missionary—whoa, he’d been in for some major culture shock again).
Lips find his neck and jaw and Kurt tilts his head back, groaning into the air as Scott kisses his way down his neck. Slow and intimate. He can feel each one, enjoy the gentle touches calming him as much as inflaming his arousal. Kurt tightens his fingers in Scott’s hand and his free hand moves to burrow into lush brown hair. Clinging to him and holding his boyfriend’s head adoringly as Scott marks his blue neck, the angelic symbol scars passing under the American’s soft lips. Kurt rolls his hips into his lover’s, grinding and thrusting in slow, deliberate actions that nudge and roll Scott’s length against his groin. But as much as he wants to stay and just touch and grind, well… he said just a minute…
And after that minute or so, Kurt’s slowly pushing/pulling Scott back down so he can leisurely begin dragging himself up his lover’s body. His hips wander along Scott’s stomach, pressing himself to his abs, then slides back, returning to Scott’s groin. Something slips down under the hem of his boxer briefs, out the leg of it, and then into Scott’s, as the teleporter threads his tail into their underwear.] I’m done viz zese… [He pulls down, working the remaining cloth off their hips and down their thighs, encouraging Scott to move his legs so he can finally peel the final layer off their limbs.]
no subject
That's all I ask. [ He won't try to get Kurt to bite him if that's something that will cause the other grief. It's only that doing a bit of tempting might give the blue mutant the perfect excuse to try out new things he might have considered before but never dared to actually do unprompted. ]
Only on rare, spectacular occasions that make me feel really lucky. [ Scott says after watching realization settle in Kurt's face. The man's too cute for his own good, it makes Scott want to keep him to himself all day. Selfish, he knows.
He whines into their kiss, hips rocking against Kurt's, chest so close he feels both of their heartbeats. When he moves to focus on Kurt's skin and his boyfriend groans, the sound goes right to his cock and makes him want to give up on this whole patience thing. Instead, he writhes under Kurt, chasing the friction and heat of their bodies, feeling the muscles of his stomach contract with anticipation.
He doesn't think he can stand much foreplay either, to be honest, and when Kurt moves he lets out a sigh of relief. It doesn't last because Kurt's touching him, groping him, and it's Scott's turn to moan out his name and gasp. His nod is a little frantic and he murmurs, Okay, okay, slowly drawing his fingers over the side of Kurt's retreating body, already missing the contact. The brunette's back arches, legs lifting so the boxers are finally gone and forgotten. Behind the visor, his eyes fix on flexing biceps and naked shoulders, the determined look on Kurt's face has Scott arousal spiking. Scott's lips are red and distractingly damp, his cheeks a bit flushed, but they're still nowhere near Kurt's cock and that's unacceptable. ]
Kurt... [ With another whimper, Scott reaches out, a hand caressing the V curve of the blue hips, the other tugging at his left thigh, inviting him to come closer. He uses a little bit more force, lying down on the bed and tugging Kurt towards him, to sit on him, the weight on his chest sending sparks right down Scott's spine to settle in his aching dick. He wants to get the man's knees on each side of his body so he can then nuzzle Kurt's groin and lick a stripe up from the base to the head his cock. ]
no subject
(He’s still sorry about the tail to the face, Scott.
Though, knowing you like a bit of choking and biting with your sex… maybe he should say he’s welcome?)Kurt’s really expanded his horizons on so many things with Scott. Most of them good. Some weird. Surprising. A few bad. But that’s life. And he can’t say enough how grateful he is to go the culture familiarizing with someone who loves him, protects him, but isn’t afraid to let Kurt bumble mistakes and look foolish sometimes. It’s a delicate balance, but Scott’s trust and amusement make it happen. So… biting.]
I vant to make you feel lucky a lot more zan just rarely. [He knows he does; Kurt’s just teasing him a little. Scott makes Kurt feel blessed so many times. He loves this man more than he can say. And if his American love wants to be selfish with him, the German mutant’s going to find it really hard to say no to him.
He’s swarmed with heat the moment he starts dragging those annoying clothes down their hips and legs. Though anyone would say Kurt’s more patient than Scott, apparently the blue teleporter’s finally reached his own point. A soft grunt ghosts over his fangs and he uses his tail to scoop the shed material off the bed and fling the pair he doesn’t care where. The air conditioner takes that time to kick on and Kurt shivers as the gentle breath of cooler air brushes over his hips and thighs, as if pointing out the pair of young mutants are finally naked and can move forward with things.
His eyes rake down Scott’s body as he moves after the boxers are shed, amber gaze drinking in the sculpture of his chest and stomach when he arches above the bed, the way his abs flex and his cream skin stretches over his hips as they hover in the air, and the long lines in his thighs and calves as his legs lift. Kurt forgets to breathe for a few seconds, his own body tight as a wire as he stares down at his lover, determined but breathless. Scott’s lips look so tempting, as red as a forbidden fruit, dusted with the pink on his cheeks. He’s tempted… so tempted to lean down and open his mouth and… and… Scott’s moving.
Kurt groans as a hand finds the arch of his pelvis and smooths down it, his midnight blue skin almost silken save for the angel marks. He shifts his leg under Scott’s hand, muscles moving along his thigh as he finally answers his boyfriend’s long-overdue request. Sliding forward, he brushes his chest against Scott’s and arches upward, deliberately dragging his hardened arousal under his lover’s sac and then over the turgid shaft. Knees hiss against the bed sheets and Kurt puts his hands on Scott’s shoulders, bracing himself and giving an anchor as he pulls forward. His knees brush up the other man’s ribs, ascending towards his shoulders, but stop right around his chest as Kurt’s ankles fit themselves comfortably against his lover’s narrow hips.
Finally bringing his hips to Scott’s face, his ass resting on his boyfriend’s strong chest. Kurt leans forward, one hand moving to press to the bed above Scott’s head, head bowed and bangs hanging over his forehead and eyes.] Danke… for being so patient, Scott… [Close enough he can offer his cock to Scott’s mouth… A low and heavy groan escapes on his breath as his lover’s tongue slides out and runs one, single line up his blue length, from the base to the tip.] Go on… [There’s a slight poke against Scott’s collarbone and before he can look, Kurt slowly slithers the arrowhead of his tail behind his boyfriend’s neck, dragging it like a blue serpent further around, looping up, and slowly coiling his tail in a ring around Scott’s neck.] I… I might be…a bit of a demon tonight.
[And slowly, but deliberately, tightens his tail until the blue ‘noose’ is flush to Scott’s skin.] Danke… for accepting me as I am.
no subject
Tails, however, tails don't care if you could fry them on the spot, they will slap you regardless. Right, Kurt? Getting rough that way is a whole different level they need to explore in the future.
They were both pretty inexperienced when their first fell onto bed, strange and awkward moments were common but so was patience and understanding. Scott never felt unsure or frightened about what they were doing, and he managed to get over his own embarrassment and reach more profound understanding of their relationship, Besides, the sex is mind-blowing and to this day they keep discovering new things they both enjoyed. ]
Now, I'd get spoiled. And wouldn't that be troublesome? [ He might never want to leave Kurt's room, except maybe to go grab a snack. Or to move to Scott's own room, the view across his window is pretty nice too and the likes the way the sunlight cast over Kurt's skin. Right now is making him look gorgeous in all his naked glory. Naked and groaning, and close to moaning too if Scott has his way, which is possibly one of his favorite states of being when it comes to Kurt. Not counting the post-orgasmic bliss face he makes, which is another of Scott's most cherished looks when it comes to his boyfriend.
Shifting in the bed, Kurt is moving slowly and intentionally, creating warm shivers through Scott's body and he looks surprised by the teasing for a few seconds before gasping. Ah, it's a nice start and soon enough Kurt is over him, strong body wanting and slightly tense. Scott lifts his chin to look a him, the pale column of his neck on display. He takes a moment to admire from this angle, to convey to memory the lines of the scarifications and to just enjoy how hot his lover is looking. ]
I should be thanking you. [ Scott turns his head, presses a kiss to the soft skin inside Kurt's thigh. He's not good with words sometimes, always being more of a' show don't tell' kind of person. Before he can say anything else, he feels a strong tail wrapping around his neck, making his eyes go half-lidded and his body relax even before they started. Yes. ]
I wouldn't want you any other way, love. [ He runs a hand up a strong blue thigh and leans in to give the head of Kurt's cock a lick, dragging his tongue along the slit.
The pre-cum pools on his tongue and leaves Scott's lips shiny and wet. They had enough teasing for the day but he couldn't help himself. Kurt has a really pretty dick, not like Scott has seen a lot of those to properly compare, and it's a fact he mentioned to the other mutant on more than one occasion. He loves the weight and taste of him, how the girth sits on is tongue, hot and heavy, before he finally pulls the cock into his mouth as far as it would go. Kurt always makes the best sounds when he does that without warning and the brunette would grin if his mouth wasn’t full. Breathing through his nose, he bobbles his head a few times before pulling back almost all the way out, until only the head is pressed against his lips and he can suck on the tip. ]
no subject
Hey, he apologized for the accidental tail slap! (It’s not like it’s the first time that’s happened; he accidentally smacked another refugee mutant in the chin with his tail when he was about to get his picture taken in Caliban’s underground passport center.) Still might take some more convincing to get Kurt to agree to some rougher play in bed.]
Vy vould zat be troublesome? [Making Scott feel lucky more often isn’t a bad thing in his book. (Now, he’ll definitely say “nein” to being stuck in the room forever, Scott.) But it might not take much for his boyfriend to convince him to take the occasional “we’re not leaving the room” day between them. His room. Scott’s room. Either’s fine with Kurt. The different views, the sunlight and moonlight. He likes seeing Scott illuminated by the sun too, his fiar skin glowing almost as bright as the star itself. Even if he’s shadowing some of his boyfriend’s body right now, the patches of sunlight that come through and land on him are amazingly beautiful. Even moreso when his lover’s wearing nothing and moving in those tantalizing twitches, flexes, and arches as he basks in all the pleasures Kurt can bring him. He loves seeing Scott in those throes of bliss, when nothing’s on his boyfriend’s mind except for Kurt. Selfish, possessive, affectionate, loving, passionate… all of those. He admits to them readily in the heat of their intimacy.
Sitting up on Scott’s chest, Kurt gazes down at him, his eyes still glowing in the shadows of his bangs. His pride flares at his boyfriend’s surprise—see, he can be an imp—even though his face continues to get plum from realizing what he’s doing. Kurt doesn’t stop though. He doesn’t want to. He can feel Scott’s heartbeat hammering in his ribs, throbbing against the inside of his blue legs and beating steadily right below his ass. To have his lover’s gaze running over him, with nothing to block Scott’s eyes from his body, is one of the most vulnerable—and most intimate—feelings Kurt can experience. His own gaze drops when Scott tilts his head, eyeing his neck as it’s exposed in the beams of sunlight. Light skin, strong muscle, a youthful column that Kurt’s both kissed and licked so many times before.]
You can… I’ll just zank you as vell. [Back and forth, gratitude for each other. Kurt’s words trail off as lips find the inside of his thigh and he shivers, both hands moving to rest on Scott’s chest for the moment. Kurt always likes his boyfriend’s words, probably because they’re a little rarer than other more talkative students. And yet, when Scott says something, it always gives the blue mutant’s ears a little tingle. Which is probably why he’s not tightening his tail enough to do anything towards Scott’s airway. He may not be able to see his lover’s eyes, but the way his brow relaxes and his lips part in that breath… he knows Scott enjoys the feeling. It’s still a little strange for Kurt to see, but he pushes past the oddity and focuses only on his lover’s feelings.]
Scott… [Kurt’s warmed by the soft words ghosted up to him. To have someone accept him as he truly is, no disguises, no shadows, no pretend attitudes, is a powerful thing. Even his vices, Scott accepts them. Kurt’s body shudders visibly as hands ascend his thighs, lean muscle flexing under his blue skin. But it’s when Scott finally leans in and drags his tongue over the darker blue head of his cock that Kurt drops forward a bit, bracing himself on his boyfriend’s shoulders to keep himself up.] Verdammt…
[It comes out a breathless whisper. Just a single lick from bottom to top, taking with it the crystal bead of precum, and he’s shivering all over. Kurt keeps his eyes open, watching his boyfriend’s lips shine with his own pre. That just coaxes more from the German and in a few seconds, his blue shaft and tip are glossy with tears of glassy pre-cum. He’s always embarrassed when Scott compliments his dick, but he likes it all the same. He’s often called Scott’s handsome or beautiful when he’s tending to it with his hands, mouth, or tail. For all his slender, wiry, tall body, Kurt isn’t lacking between his thighs. He fills Scott’s mouth comfortably enough, weighs his tongue down, and spreads his lips when he’s really working on him. Like now, when Scott suddenly pulls him into his mouth and with a tilt of his head, does that most devilish thing.
Kurt’s eyes go wide as his cock plunges into the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth. Sliding over his tongue, his head pressing to the gentle ribbed feeling at the roof of Scott’s mouth, and further. The German’s shoudlers hike and he drops his chin towards his chest, a loud cry of bliss spilling from his open mouth. His tone’s thick with his native accent and he clutches at Scott’s shoulder, arm muscles flexing to keep himself braced above his boyfriend’s head. Scott’s starting to bob and Kurt finally whips his hand off his lover’s shoulder to clap over his own mouth. Muffled whimpers sound behind his palm as Kurt leans back, reaching behind him with his other hand to brace himself on the American’s strong thigh, putting himself on display and offering his body for Scott to suck and pleasure. From his shaft all the way back to his head, lingering in Scott’s mouth as he sucks on the blueberry-hued round. Kurt whines against his palm, tail slowly tightening on Scott’s neck.]
no subject
He feels the shivers running up Kurt's body against his lips and only hums in response and gets to work. He's never really know how to handle honest praise and Kurt pampering him would get him flushed often. It would be nice but Scott is sure he would also embarrass himself somehow, so he prefers to be the one doing the praising and showing Kurt just how much he adores every inch of his skin.
The room fills with the sound of their breathing, the little hitches in Scott’s breath each time Kurt stares at him too intensely or his tail shifts. Fingers grab at his shoulders but don't stop him, and Scott's plum lips curve into a smile when he hears the soft curse. It's very encouraging, drawing out such reactions from his lover, and he can tell that Kurt's red pupils are blown wide. He moans when the blue mutant says his name, sending vibrations down the cock stuffed in his mouth, and then swallows the pre-cum pooling into beads in his tongue as if it's his purpose in life. Intense and focused and hot.
It should be humiliating to be in the position he is in, with Kurt's weigh on him as he fucks his mouth, it's what most of society told him while growing up, but Scott can't think of any place he would rather be than beside his boyfriend. Nothing that makes him happier than bringing the other pleasure. He pulls away to kiss along Kurt's shaft before finding a spot under the crown to suck and lap at the vein running on the underside. slow and dirty like a promise of more to come.
When Kurt starts to lean back Scott half lidden eyes gaze up, drinking in the view and sliding a hand up the muscles of Kurt's abs. He traces the markings before his finger teases a firm belly button. All those hours in the training room did both of heir bodies good, helping them built muscle and stamina and Scott's own cock twitches when a strong tail squeezes around his neck. Oh, god, but that feels too nice. Not chocking him, just groudning him using strong, lean muscle and weight. The brunette remembers the first time he saw Kurt shirtless in the locker room after a really extenuation training session because he got so worked up that he almost walked into a wall. His excuse had been that his visor had fogged up due to the humidity of the showers but there was no hiding the blush on his face. To be able to touch the intricate patterns and wonder at Kurt's beauty now felt like a gift.
When he looks up, there's no mistaking Kurt holding himself back as if his own pleasure is something to be ashamed of. Or as if he's too worried about the neighbor rooms eavesdropping. Kurt's cock slips out of Scott's mouth with a wet sound but his righthand strokes the base, warm and strong, and just the way he knows Kurt likes. Before speaking, Scott runs his lips over the length from the base to the tip, using a bit of teeth to nip at the heated flesh, only gracing the skin. ]
Kurt. [ His voice has gotten hoarse and Scott keeps it low, using the same tone his team hears during missions. Commanding but not harsh, direct. He jerks him a little harder for good measure. ] I want to hear you.
[ Might seem a bit ironic given how Scott's pretty quiet himself during sex but the difference is that he's never been much of as screamer rather than actively trying g to muffle his moans out of embarrassment. ]
no subject
Kurt would be lying if he said hearing his own room in the throes of their passion isn’t one of his favorite symphonies. From his own gasps to the hitch in his lover’s throat when he stares at him or touches something sensitive. Kurt’s eyes draw to the smile despite his own curse, the gaze in them intense and desiring. Scott looks beautiful like this. He looks beautiful all the time, but now like this, with his head “framed” above Kurt’s blue knees as he slides his mouth down on his shaft, jaws just so perfectly aligned with the German’s midnight-hued thighs… He’s breathtaking. Scott swallows and Kurt drops his head back like his boyfriend pulled some trigger for his head down between his legs.
A heated breath puffs out into the air above him as Scott’s suctions end and his lover’s mouth pulls off him. Kurt’s eyes fall shut and a crooning noise bleeds from his mouth. Each of those kisses brushing along the side of his shaft earn another bead of precum from his blueberry-hued tip. But when Scott finds that delta of flesh between his glans and the firmness of his shaft, Kurt barely manages to choke back a cry, his three fingers tensing on the American’s cream-colored thigh. Such an intimate action…
He wants to look at his lover, but his neck feels completely powerless to actually pull his head up. Experiencing the heat of Scott’s mouth on his cock without being able to see it is amazing by itself. A short hike of his breath answers that finger teasing around his navel, the acrobatic mutant’s abs hardening visibly all over his taut stomach. Likewise, Kurt finds himself deliberately moving his thigh-braced hand, feeling up Scott’s upper leg. The long lines of his muscles sliding under his skin, rippling and flexing as Scott moves and responds to the tail around his neck. He doesn’t want to choke him (right now), but he has to admit, the sensation of his lover’s neck going tense beneath the flesh of his tail is a stimulating experience. Kurt’s hand skids on the Amercan’s thigh, heel of his palm catching on his knee a moment later so he doesn’t end up collapsing on his back atop Scott’s legs. Not that he couldn’t pull that flexible position off…
Kurt’s distracted bliss cuts off when his name breathes out. No… he’d been so lost in the feeling of Scott’s mouth working over his cock. He wants it back. At least his boyfriend offers a hand and Kurt bucks his hips a little as fingers and fist stroke the base of his glistening navy length. It pulses in Scott’s hand, a glob of glassy precum spilling from the tip. Kurt shudders and his voice frays on the edge as lips run over him, the entire length of his arousal. Yipe! – Teeth! The teleporter flushes hard at the sound from his own lips. It’s just a graze, but still--! Kurt tries to pay attention to Scott’s voice.
Until he hears it.
He goes attentive almost instantly, miraculously finding the strength to pull his head up and tuck his chin to look down at Scott from his leaned-back perch. He knows that tone of voice. It commands his attention on the battlefield and during missions. The slight force on his dick also solidifies his focus. Kurt’s heart throbs harder in his chest, pumping in his veins, even speeds up the pulse of his cock in Scott’s hand.] You… vant to hear me? [He shouldn’t be surprised; ironically, it’s the quiet, timid Kurt who’s the loud one in bed despite attempts to muffle himself. Kurt flushes hard again, for several reasons, but there’s no denying the physical pleasure that shows on his body when Scott tells him that. His boyfriend wanting anything from him is… well… Kurt shivers but offers a nod.] Sorry… I… I was zinking… our neighbors… you said…
no subject
He gets his own satisfaction from knowing that Kurt is having a good time, that he's the one causing those shivers and moans, and any touch or praising words he gets in return are a gift. Of course, being told that he looks good sucking dick would get him to blush, not because he wouldn't believe Kurt's words but because he's not used to having that kind of bluntness thrown back at his face. Honestly, he deserves it sometimes. He's got some comments in the past about his mouth and lips from rude people, which has made him more self-conscious and uncomfortable than anything else, but it's nice when Kurt does it. It makes him feel almost proud.
He knows that sometimes his boyfriend has trouble looking at him directly, either because of embarrassment or because he's distracted by the pleasure, and Scott's okay with it. It took a while to convince the other that they could have sex with the lights on and even during the day and that no, Scott actually preferred it that way. Sex is not some sort of dirty secret they need to be ashamed of enjoying together. Not to mention that unlike Kurt's more keen eyes, Scott's blind as a bat when the lights are out or the room is too dark. How is he supposed to kiss Kurt if he can't tell his face from the pillow? Now, we won't demand Kurt to stare at him all the time, even if Scott thinks that part of the fun is watching, but he does want Kurt to let do in other ways. To be loud and free and careless. And if they have to apologize to the other students later for the noise, Scott will take care of it.
Strong fingers grip his thigh and Scott moans against Kurt's flesh, matching his keening wail, remembering how good it feels to have that strong hand wrapped around his dick. It makes it tough to focus, feeling Kurt's hardness twitch against the flat of his tongue and hearing his voice hitch, his tail tense. Oh, god, the tail and Kurt's body on display like that, abs tense and taut muscles that he likes to touch and kiss. The blue mutant is not the only one affected by this whole experience. It's surprisingly thrilling when Kurt yelps and his cute pointy ears perk to attention. ]
I always want to hear you. [ Through his visor, Scott meets Kurt's eyes even if his own aren't visible, keeping his chin upwards and his hand moving, long and firm and then light and teasing. ] It's beautiful, you’re beautiful.
[ The neighbors don't matter and he doesn't bother bringing them up. He makes a mental note to ask Hank if he can get Kurt and his own room soundproofed. it can't be that difficult and it will save a lot of people headaches and long nights without sleep. That's a problem for another day, Kurt has given a nod and the thought of hearing him makes lust spike in Scott's blood. He feels strangely elated as if that's a little victory won. It's always so difficult for Kurt to stop worrying. ]
Thank you. [ His voice is more saccharine now and for all intents and purposes, he might as well have said 'Good boy' to Kurt. Let it not be said that Scott's not in favor of rewarding good behavior. His gaze slowly travels down from the flagrant display of Kurt's exposed body to his cock, still impossibly hard and slick in his grasp. His boyfriend looks pretty worked up and Scott knows already the kind of sounds he makes when Kurt's close to coming. There's a curl of pleasure coiling in his lower gut at the idea which makes him hum softly, lisp tugging into a light smile. The warm, strong tail circling his neck doesn't make it too hard to breath but it's leaving the brunette gasping all the same out of his own excitement. ]
Kurt. [ Scott swiftly moves his face down and rubs his cheek against the hick full cock, like a cat in heat asking for attention, giving it a couple of encouraging squeezes. His mouth slides over the cockhead a moment later, tongue lapping at it before speaking. ] Come for me, love, come on, just like this. [ His free hand wraps around the arrow-shaped tip of the tail clinging to his neck and gives it a stroke, thumb slowly dragging over the ridged skin and pressing down the tip. ]
no subject
While Kurt’s not really good at dirty talk, he does make the occasional effort to do it. After he absentmindedly told Scott he looked good with his lips around him like that and his boyfriend got all hot in the face. The German’s a really sweet guy, but he can also be an imp now that he’s more comfortable with a much better life. So forgive him for grinning wide at Scott’s reaction and indulging in some well-deserved ‘revenge’ for all the times his boyfriend’s made Kurt’s face burn off. The effect might have been diluted somewhat since Kurt talking dirty usually ends up with him getting as flustered as he is aroused. But he tries! Scott really does have nice lips and a great mouth.
Granted, Kurt’s not really considered having sex with Scott… dirty (however, a number of kinks and some other sexual acts warranted that reaction at first). But he has always considered it a private, intimate thing. That… was usually done with the lights off. So yeah, it did take some convincing to get him to accept that having sex with Scott with the lights on or during the day doesn’t make it somehow… not private. Both the realization of just how amazing Scott looks like in the light when they’re having sex, plus that confessed ‘secret’ that the American mutant couldn’t see well in the dark thanks to his eyes quickly changed Kurt’s mind about sex in the light. And he really found he enjoyed it. Even if that does mean he ended up averting his gaze more than a few times when he feels Scott’s eyes raking over his face in the middle of his passions and Kurt’s making all those erotic, embarrassing, wonderful noises as his boyfriend loves him. But he’s getting more used to not turning his head or eyes away.
That moan travels right up his length, shivering into his hips and making his nerves light up under his skin. It’s impossible to forget just how amazing Scott’s mouth is when he’s on him. Kissing him. Sucking on him. Licking him. Making hickeys. His hips buck slightly before he settles down again, trying not to thrust too much even though his brain’s telling him to do that and only that. Fingers tense on Scott’s thigh as he braces himself above his lover’s torso, eyes burning into the other man’s face as he works on him. Scott really does look good like this… the way his brows furrow when he concentrates and smooth when he relaxes after finding his rhythm and comfort level. He twitches when he’s freed from that hot mouth, toes curling in discomfort and a want to be back inside. But Scott’s talking, so…]
I… I know. [Kurt draws his gaze back to his lover, feeling his eyes on him behind the ruby quartz lens. His own eyes remain half-lidded, lips parted so he can breathe easier as Scott’s hand moves back and forth along the length of his shaft. His face flushes again as the other man’s compliments fall into his ears.] You’re beautiful too, Scott. All of you. [The words help his nerves calm, replacing them with more of that heat that’s not really bothering to concern itself with other people. The one man he should be concerned with pleasing is the one lying beneath him, captured between his legs and in the coil of his tail. (He’ll doubt that soundproofing request will go through. Security issues.)
Kurt shivers again as Scott purrs a quick gratitude to him. He hears that underlying praise as well and it heats him up something royal. Someone else saying something like that to him might be taken badly, but when Scott says it… he can’t help but feel lewdly good. Maybe it’s that ‘imp’ side of him. Kurt’s chest flexes and the taut tone of his abdominals clench under his skin beneath Scott’s wandering gaze. His cock throbs when the American’s gaze reaches it and Kurt’s fangs bare as a hot breath puffs through his open mouth.] Scott… please… Back inside. [He feels strangely ‘cold’ the longer he’s out of his lover’s mouth and his legs are starting to clench around Scott’s torso, knees nudging under his arms as his tail ripples along his boyfriend’s neck. Scott’s gasping… but he pushes his concern away, tells himself this is good.
A soft cry slips free as Scott’s cheek brushes against the side of his cock. Precum oozes from the midnight pillar, drooling onto Kurt’s hips and thigh and smearing on Scott’s face (maybe on his visor and in his hair depending on where he’s nuzzling). Those squeezes just milk more from him and Kurt finally reaches out with his unbraced hand, fingers pushing into his boyfriend’s thick, chestnut hair. His breathing’s picking up, hips starting to buck as he rocks himself against Scott’s chest. Mouth on his tip, tongue lapping over the pulsing glans as precum spills from the slit atop. Kurt drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes closing as his pleasure spikes from that command. Hotter, louder breaths puff from his lungs and his entire body starts riding Scott’s chest, hips rhythmically thrusting himself into his lover’s hand. Faster, a little harder, working himself up. Until that one hand wraps around his tail and thumbs his spade and Scott’s breath spills over his tip, telling him to come. Come like this.]
Scott! [He doesn’t hold back, no hesitation. A few more thrusts and the German cries out hard, eyes squeezing shut as he fists his lover’s hair and thigh in both hands. His cock throbs and abruptly solidifies into a hot, fleshy sapphire rod before the Kurt breaks. His body bucks hard as jets of white seed spurt from his tip, bursting into Scott’s mouth in several heavy pulses. He jerks his head in the throes of his orgasm, muscles flexing hard as his legs constrict around the American’s torso, toes curling and spine arching as he rides his lover throughout his climax. ]
no subject
Every now and then Scott still gets surprised by the unexpected comment and praises, in the best of ways. He would complain that Kurt weaponizing praise it's a little unfair but in all honesty, Scott deserves what retaliation he gets. There's also that sexy air to Kurt when he's being mischievous that always makes Scott's breath hitch. The blue mutant has also found many other ways to make him go breathless. He enjoys studying Kurt's reactions, his body tensing, twitching or relaxing under his touching and being able to see them under the light makes it all better.
Today is a good day for that too, the room's light hitting Kurt's blue skin just the right way to make the blue beautifully stand out against the contrast of the golden sunlight. Scott relishes in the contact of their bodies, eyelids growing heavy as he listens to his boyfriend moan, relaxing his jaw so Kurt can trust into his mouth more easily. He makes a sound of his own, encouraging the hip bucking when it happens and then stopping himself from smiling at Kurt being so on edge when he pulls his mouth away. Delayed gratification is worth it, Scott would say, but he too is feeling pretty worked up. He and understand Kurt's frustration as well as feel that hand gripping his thigh and wishing it was around his own cock instead. He's not going to tease the other man much further, and he's glad that Kurt took the compliment as a light joke instead of being offended. Scott needs to ask him later if he actually liked that.
He feels his own face grow warmer when Kurt returned the praising, always such a sweetheart. It almost makes him feel bad when a moment later Kurt's voice stammers. But he sounds and looks so good like this, on the edge, close but not yet there, asking him for release. And just like before, Scott can't deny him anything. He stops the nuzzling after another affectionate squeeze, his cheekbone left slick with spit and pre-come, some sliding down the curve of his jaw. If his visor is stained too, he doesn't seem to particularly care. He's more focused on the strong muscles of Kurt's tail around his neck, writhing and squeezing just the right way to make his vision go a little blurry and leaving him giddy.
It only gets better when Kurt starts to rock his hips, when a strong hand grabs his hair. A really embarrassing whimper that sounds more like a moan escapes Scott's throat and he's glad that his lips are already sealed around Kurt. The sound would have been much more desperate if that weren't the case.
The image of Kurt coming is almost too much for Scott’s senses, the pressure against his neck and sides sending a blazing trail of fire down his spine, making him tremble as if it were his own orgasm. He swallows the cock own, claiming it hungrily with need and intent, helping Kurt ride out his orgasm, to try and make him get more lost in it. By the end of it, Scott groans around the flesh in his mouth, lost in the taste of the thick seed against his tongue. It's hot, heavy and salty, but it's another thing he's come to associate with Kurt.
He swallows with his eyes closed, taking as much of Kurt's come as he can in one go without chocking, some escaping his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Once his boyfriend is spent, and before risking over-sensitivity ruining things for Kurt, Scott pulls off of him with a slick sound, out of breath. He tips his head back far enough to take a good look at that post-orgasmic bliss written all over Kurt's cute face, smiling. ]
I like the taste of you. [ So much that he ends fidgeting under Kurt a moment later, his own cock straining painfully. Scott can wait but it would be a lie not to admit that it's hard, no pun intended, to keep himself in check after seeing Kurt come like that. He lets the minus past, wait for Kurt to catch his breath, but eventually groans a little and pats a firm, blue thigh twice with his palm. He's having trouble with his own breathing, you see. ] Sorry love, could you...?
no subject
Proven when he finally does break. Kurt’ll never get tired of this feeling. The hot white splashing over his mind and body as every nerve fires out in pleasure and bliss. Nothing exists for several seconds except for Scott, himself, and their bond. He can’t think about just how far he’s shoving himself into his boyfriend’s mouth, isn’t thinking about how tight his tail’s squeezing around Scott’s neck, or how much his fingers are digging into the meat of the American’s thigh. His hips thrust forward, smooth Adonis belt smacking and rutting against Scott’s mouth as the throes of his orgasm wrack through his body. The length of his tail that’s not wound about Scott’s neck twists and rolls in the air and atop his lover’s chest and shoulder, spaded tip contorting and bending on the bedsheets. Feels like every part of him is just squeezing and releasing all at once.
He only starts to come down from his high after several seconds, mouth hanging open and fangs gleaming in the sunlight. Heavy pants bellow his chest up and down, hands and feet slowly uncurling from their seized-up clench. He… might have to apologize for yanking Scott’s hair like that. Probably doesn’t feel good right now. It’s a shame Kurt missed that whimper (not that his own sounds are any less embarrassing). He’d just been so caught up in his own orgasm and that mind-blowing bliss of Scott’s mouth and throat working as his boyfriend swallowed him. The German mutant had obviously come a long way in sex. The first time Scott mentioned swallowing his climax, Kurt gagged right there in the bed… But as with everything else, patience and tenderness eventually nudged his curiosity out into the open and now… It’s a major turn on.
Kurt tries not to collapse when Scott moans around him. His post-orgasmic haze makes everything so insanely tender, it’s hard to keep himself on his knees and not just flop onto his back and lie there on Scott’s legs like a dropped blue fish. Somehow he manages and finally Scott pulls off him, that slick sound both dragging a shiver out of the blue man and pulling his head off his shoulders and back down to face his boyfriend. Amber eyes practically burn in his face as he stares down at his lover, watching the plump of his lips glisten from his seed and saliva, the attractive round of his chin still glazed with some of his escaped orgasm. It’s an unfairly sexual sight. That smile only makes things even more heart-slamming. Kurt impossibly flushes even harder at those words.]
Danke… [He means it. The teleporter breaks some of his afterglow when Scott shifts under him, a flicker of concern passing over his face. Chest still heaving from his breaths, muscles flexing over his taut, lithe body, Kurt leans forward a bit, hair hanging in front of one half his face.] Scott…? [He glances down when a hand pats him on his thigh. Why--] Verdammt! [His tail’s off Scott’s neck faster than lightning, slapping against the bed like Kurt just threw it there.] Sorry! Sorry! Scott, are you okay?! [And back to a momentary freak out.]
no subject
Never been better, Kurt. [ Scott is quick to add the moment his boyfriend starts panicking, voice embarrassingly hoarse but reassuring. His hand goes faster than his common sense and Scott reaches out, aiming to grab onto Kurt and pull him close. His fingers end wrapped around Kurt's tail still and he gives it a squeeze. Ey, it's all good. It was good, you did nothing wrong.
Not even when Kurt gripped his hair too tightly. It did hurt, a zapping sensation running down Scott's spine, but it was the good kind of hurt. Scott pulls himself half-up, elbow on the mattress and chest lifting, his hand still caressing Kurt's tail in what he hopes is soothing. He takes a deep breath, still tasting Kurt on his tongue and letting his lips curl into a smile. ]
I like it when you're a bit rough, you know that.[ He doesn't need to look so know there must be marks in the shape of Kurt's fingers on his thigh and knee, and he doesn't regret it one bit. Kurt is gorgeous when he's like this and Scott will tell him every time until the end of time to make the man believe him. Shifting up some more, his other hand finds Kurt's shoulder and Scott tries to pull him close, over him, so he can press their lips together. ]
no subject
And then there are these times, when Scott does something and Kurt flies off into a panic. Case in point: almost throttling his boyfriend. Kurt knew this was a bad idea the second Scott asked him for it! Look at what it almost made him do! Scott could barely breathe! His voice is hoarse and raw! Kurt’s thinking the other man’s eyes are probably starting to pop out of his head behind his visor—
It all goes quiet. Hands fall on him, catching his wildly-thrashing tail and cupping him around the shoulder. Kurt’s eyes widen and he pauses his panic, staring at Scott for several seconds. The reassurance, even unvoiced, goes right through his fear… and all it takes is one good squeeze and comforting rub, plus that pull, and the German teleporter sinks forward on top of his boyfriend.]
Scott… You’re sure you’re okay? [He sounds worried still, but he’s not freaking out now. Kurt knows he’s left marks on Scott. On his leg and on his neck. If someone asks why the American mutant has a noose-like mark on his throat, Kurt’s going to hide in a closet for another three months out of sheer mortification. Leaning down, blue lips find pink and Kurt kisses back, tender and a little trepidatious, but soon full and loving, as if quietly trying to confess he was sorry for almost choking his boyfriend. Which, you know, he is… Awkward as always.]
no subject
Throttling isn't bad if they ask for it! Scott has been enjoying himself, it's only that they need to be mindful of each other limits and maybe the brunette pushes his own a tad too much sometimes. Nothing to feel sorry for, especially not something Kurt should blame himself for. And Scott's hoarse voice is less because of the pressure around his neck and more because of Kurt's big, fat cock being has been pushed down his throat only a few minutes before. Something Scott wanted to do too, so, again, not something Kurt should feel sorry for. ]
No, I'm not, because my boyfriend is freaking himself out unnecessary instead of kissing me.
[ There's a pout on Scott's lips for good measure and he doesn't sound chastising as much as he sounds like he's making sure Kurt's attention is focused on his casual demeanor. See? Not injured or hurt or scared of him. Of course, when Kurt is finally leaning over him it's a little more difficult not to think of his hard-on pressing against the other man's thigh and Scott has to resist the urge to hiss under his breath. Thank the gods that Kurt finally presses their lips together, sweet like only Kurt knows how to do. It prompts Scott to wrap both of his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pressing their body closer as they kiss and then moaning into the other man's mouth and arching his back. ]
no subject
Throttling IS a bad thing, Scott! People have to breathe! (Well, some mutants don’t.) Kurt really doesn’t want people seeing that mark around the American’s neck and then getting some really bad ideas about either Scott or him. Or both of them for that matter. Still, hurting Scott never feels right or comfortable to Kurt. Though some of those affectionate “hurts” are starting to wear off that fear. Bites, scratches, some bruises… it’s part of being active, right? Sex is an activity, just like training and sparring. A lot more intimate and only with one person, but things can happen. They’ve fallen off the bed once… Er, five times. Anyways, he’s calming down, momentary panic fading away, and his kind desire to apologize retreating.
Mostly because Scott’s saying cheeky things and a cheeky Scott is a quite okay Scott. Kurt knows this intimately and has to give his boyfriend a wry smile and little headshake for it.]
Mein gott you are impossible.
[But he’s kissing him now, the fear and reluctant passed. Comfortable once again as he sinks down atop his lover and slowly pulls his legs away from Scott’s ribs and hips. Long blue and strong, they slide down to his lover’s legs as Kurt stretches himself out atop his boyfriend, sinking into the embrace as the American mutant embraces him like that. It feels so good, it’s impossible to feel anything else. Just Scott, moaning into his mouth and pressing against him, earning a low groan from the blue-skinned German and a few light thrusts and grinds of his naked hips.]
no subject
He's never expected to be lucky enough to end in such a strong, loving relationship but life enjoys throwing him curve balls. This time it gave him someone he always wanted. And while Scott is terrified of losing Kurt, either because of a mission going south or things just not working out, he's determined to enjoy the time they have together.
But you like me still. He manages to murmur between kisses, heated breath against' Kurt's lips.
His hand runs up and down the other man's back, fingers lazily tracing the scarifications on the blue skin, trying to remember the patterns. He feels a little bad that Kurt's afterglow was so short because he accidentally scared the other man. And yes, people and more specifically Scott need to breathe and in fact, he enjoys doing it very much but he also finds Kurt exerting any kind of power to be really fucking hot. He's not getting enough blood flow to his brain at the moment, that was his excuse and he will run with it.
Kinkiness aside, he knows Kurt's worries and considers himself fortunate for having such a caring partner. There are times when he still gets nervous about but he never feels scared or worries that Kurt will hurt him for real. As for the marks around his neck, that's why turtlenecks were invented. That said, Scott will agree that they either need to get better and not falling off the bed, or invest in a soft and plushy carpet.
Scott moans against at the friction of their bodies and Kurt al ]most teasing movements. It's not long until he is left panting, throat long and exposed as he tilts his head back, the messy brown hair in contrast to the light sheets. His hands clench on Kurt's shoulders.
Kurt... [ Scott starts, then closes his mouth and writhes under Kurt when the weight sends another rush of heat to his groin. He swallows, lets out a shaky breath and tries again. The brunette has been on the knife-edge of orgasm for a while and his thighs witch almost rhythmically with the overload of sensation. He needs something, anything. ] Please.
no subject
Of course I do. But zat’s playing dirty.
[Kurt leans in to nip at Scott’s lower lip, fangs scraping at his skin with a gentle rake. Fingers wander over his scars, hands rush up and down his back, and the German mutant arches like a cat. His amber eyes close and a low moan of sensitive pleasure purrs from his blue lips. It feels good, really good, when Scott does that. Yes, his afterglow did get cut short, but he’s still sensitive and it shows. Slowly he’s come to realize his boyfriend likes it when he shows some aggression or power or dominance. Kurt tries to keep that in mind; it just kind of goes against his instincts to behave that way. So it’s often a conscious choice to act like that. Still… there have been times his love and passion have seen him get a little possessive and eager. Enough to pin Scott to the bed or wall and instigate their heated trysts.
Oh right! Turtlenecks! Kurt does like to wear collared shirts, but he’s worn turtlenecks a few times; they’re comfortable too! So long as it’s not hot outside. And, um, Kurt really doesn’t want to have to explain why his room suddenly needs a big thick plushy carpet on all sides of his bed, Scott… Maybe they can just try to focus on not falling off the bed.
That moan seeps into his skin and Kurt slowly rolls himself again, wanting to feel more of Scott and the way he’s panting and flexing against him. His eyes open again, positively glowing in the sunlight amid the shadows of his midnight face. Focusing on Scott’s throat, so pure and milky against the whites of his sheet, his chestnut hair tousled on the same light fabric. He really is gorgeous and the teleporter’s suddenly overcome with a sweep of gratitude that he’s been blessed with such a man to love him. His name’s pretty much all Kurt needs to hear to know what Scott wants. The writhing helps.
So, to his lover’s probable explosive frustration, Kurt pulls away from him. Long enough to slide himself down the bed, long legs skimming along his lover’s as he descends Scott’s body. He’d have used his hands and tongue to make the trip longer, but considering how tense and on edge the American mutant is, Kurt doesn’t want to give him further stimulation. Not until he’s comfortably stretched out between Scott’s legs, blue arms resting over his boyfriend’s thighs and three-fingered hands cupping either side of his hips. Warm breath ghosts out over Scott’s impressive cock and Kurt deliberately uses only his tongue to curl around the tip and drag his lover off his own abs and into the air. So he can wrap his lips around him and suck the othe man into his mouth without further warning.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)