[ 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.]
No, it's not. I'm just using what I have... [ Even if what he has is an unrelenting interested in getting Kurt worked up, either by making him blush or making him feel hot and bothered. Scott can hardly decide what option end being more satisfying in the long run. A happy, purring Kurt is always a good one in his books so he doesn't push his luck more now that his boyfriend looks calmer. Calmer and in the mood to be pampered, which Scott very much approves. He keeps touching Kurt gently and lovingly until the other moves and gets out of reach, growling a little after the loss of contact.
No one seems to be at risk of falling off the bed, they've been less athletic with their encounter today but not less passionate. And it's not like they'd have to explain to anybody why they're redecorating, maybe they just like thick plushy carpets. Enjoying interior decor is not a crime, Scott would say. Jean would sure laugh at them, knowing immediately what is going on just by looking at their faces, he wouldn't even need to peek into Scott's mind. She learned long ago not to do that unprompted, anyway, after accidentally catching some of the brunette's wandering thought about Kurt's pretty lips and nice ears.
Scott's annoyance at Kurt moving away is short-lived, he watches the blue mutant settle between his legs and quickly gets the picture, his flushed cheeks getting a shade deeper. No matter how many times they do these kinds of things, they always take Scott by surprise. His face goes slack with pleasure when Kurt takes him in, eyes rolling back in his head. He feels cherished and rapturous, forgets the weight of the responsibilities of the life they lead and only focuses on feeling. Kurt's mouth around his cock, tongue pressing into the sensitive skin, licking or sucking it, draws out a low, soft moan out of him.
He's torn before shutting his eyes firmly closed while grabbing at the sheets or look down. He doesn't want to miss the view but he's already so close to the edge that if he looks at Kurt's lips stretched around his cock he will finish all too quickly. He draws in a ragged breath, body trembling, and murmurs soft praises and encouraging words that jumble together with Kurt's name over and over and over. ]
[He would’ve had such a sarcastic response to that little “answer” Scott gives him. But fortunately for the other man, Kurt’s mouth is a little busy right now, so he doesn’t have to deal with his lip. That way at least. Kurt wraps those very same blue lips around Scott’s head and sucks lightly, nursing on the mushroomed spongey tip with a few quiet drags. Then increases his suction, pulling harder and encouraging the American mutant’s crown to drag slightly. Softens it again, returning to gentle draughts. And slowly begins to work his way down his lover’s shaft. His tongue—while not as deft as his tail—is pretty skilled at wrapping around Scott’s cock. Dragging the tip along the rim right at the back of his head, curling the wet muscle against the delta of tender skin between his lover’s tip and the length of his shaft, and laving saliva up and down the sides of his girth as Kurt pauses about a third of the way down his mast. That’s one of the best feelings in the world… Scott’s heartbeat throbbing inside his mouth (also just as good down south too).
Keeping his arms thrown over Scott’s thighs, enjoying the feeling of his muscles hardening under his forearm and triceps, Kurt wraps his hands as best he can around his boyfriend’s hips, resting them just above the curve of his pelvis where he can squeeze his narrow waist a little and stroke up and down the sensitive skin of his trunk. Scott’s so strong… The German teleporter marvels silently at the other man’s muscles and taut upper body, thumbs moving in small circles wherever he can reach. Amber eyes flick up along Scott’s torso, glowing topaz gems set amid his midnight blue face. His boyfriend sounds good like this, moaning softly and long and trembling out those affectionate praises and the blue mutant’s name. Scott’s not the loud one in bed (intense irony there), so Kurt really does enjoy the sounds he can get from him this way.
Kurt sucks twice, then starts to bob, not trying too hard to keep the lewd noises from slipping out between his lips and Scott’s cock. Using his tongue again to play with the slit crowning his lover’s glans, Kurt works his way a little further down, then drags backwards. White teeth slowly rake along the other man’s pale dick, canines gentle scraping along the outside of his shaft. All the way up until he finally pops off Scott’s tip with a wet ‘smoch’ and pants softly against his head.] Let go… Venever you vant. [And pulls him back into his mouth, sucking his way down his boyfriend once again. He’ll start bobbing back and forth and up and down once he reaches halfway again.]
[ Kurt is more than welcome to keep sassing him later, Scott always likes it when he's a bit riled up. Now, a soft groan echoes through the room and he can’t really bring himself to feel embarrassed even though he can feel his face heating up. Scott hisses in pleasure as Kurt keeps changing the pacing and strength of his movement, cheeks flushed and voice breathy as he tries to will his heartbeat to slow down. He stands straighter and leans forward, hand reaching out to first a hand on the dark and blue hair but not too roughly. Just because he enjoys Kurt tugging at his hair, that doesn't mean the other does as well.
And oh, Fuck, Kurt not only feels amazing but he looks so good like this and Scott hips twitch forward before he can help himself. Muscled arms are still holding his thighs down, so he doesn't have a lot of range of movement and he's actually thankful for that. To some, it might be frustrating but instead, it just makes everything better. Scott's skin tingles with the extra weight and warmth because he likes to be at Kurt's mercy. When hands start to stroke his hips and sides, a low moan drops from his parted lips. As embarrassing as it is to admit, Scott's pretty sure that his boyfriend could get him to come in his pants just by hauling him up by the shoulders a pressing him against a wall while they kiss, or by curling his strong tail in the right places...so, yes, Scott has a thing for dominance and loss of control but only with a partner he trusts. ]
Kurt... [ The brunette lets out another ragged breath, his voice growing thick with want. His hand leaves Kurt's hair and he drags a thumb over a high blue cheekbone, eyes tracking its progress and a small smile on his lips.
Whatever he wanted to say next gets forgotten and squished under the sensation of sharp teeth brushing lightly over his cock. There's a whimper that starts at the back of Scott throat and comes out like a desperate keen sound, Kurt's skilled mouth the only things capable to pull the sweetest kind of sound from him. He can't thank God enough for his boyfriend's next words because his stomach has gone tense, pupils dilated behind his visor, and body reaching its limit. His mouth lets out a surprised noise at that sounds a lot like a whimpered 'please' when Kurt takes him into his mouth and it's so good that he kind of wants to cry. ]
I can’t-t Kurt..oh god, [ Scott sobs. ] Kurt. Kurt, I... [ Scott chanting Kurt’s name over and over again, as his muscles clench and his cock twitches against Kurt’s tongue and then he’s coming in long, hot pulses. By the time he manages to catch his breath, his eyes are closed and his lips parted perfectly, Kurt's name still on them, although barely a whisper now. ]
[He’ll take that into consideration. Scott doesn’t have an extremely hard time with riling him up, despite Kurt’s peaceful nature. If he were up towards his boyfriend’s face, he’d be able to feel that heat that accompanies that groan. But since he’s down here, he’ll just have to imagine the warmth he’s felt so many times before. He does, however, feel the other man’s heartbeat throbbing in his mouth, enough he can tell when Scott tries—and fails—to calm his racing palpitations. Kurt tenses a bit when fingers suddenly find his hair and curls within the dark strands. And relaxes as the sensation wanders through him. No, he doesn’t like rough tugging on his hair, but gripping and combing and petting and stroking? Yeah, he’ll fall asleep in Scott’s lap to that ministration.
Kurt grunts softly as hips buck forward, shoving the American’s dick a little further into his mouth that he’d expected. He jerks back slightly, a soft ‘guhlk’ sound coming went from his throat. And then gets right back to sucking him off. Scott’ll probably feel Kurt’s arms put a bit more pressure on the man’s thighs, hands tightening all three digits on his hips to keep him down better. He’ll give Scott his freedom in a little bit, but Kurt enjoys the initial period of control as he gets himself into the swing of things. Plus he knows his hotheaded lover has a thing for being controlled. Well… this way at least. Still, holding him down doesn’t mean he can’t move his hands, and liberally does so at that. Thumbs rubbing at the outer flanks of the American mutant’s Adonis belt, middle finger caressing the arches of his pelvis, and third finger hooked around to put some pressure towards his lover’s lower back. May not have the two extra fingers other mutants have, but in exchange, he can get some better strength in his three than their five. Dexterity’s arguable though…]
Hm? [Oh it feels good to tease him like that. How many times has he gasped or groaned his lover’s name and Scott comes back with a “question” like Kurt’s about to ask one. The German’s learned a new word the other day he feels sometimes sums up Scott’s teasing nature: dork. He tilts his head as a thumb brushes under his eye, a carved scar skimming under the pad of Scott’s thumb. Sharp teeth repeat their little grazing action; he wants to hear that noise again. Such a rare noise and one he can keep practically all to himself. His fangs scrape lightly, sometimes using the smooth sides of them and other times actually drawing the point right down his lover’s tender flesh. Before wrapping his lips firmly around Scott’s length and sucking on him again. Cheeks hollow, his eyes close, and he bobs, taking him in more and more.
No, he doesn’t expect an answer to his comment. Feeling Scott’s sides tense up and his stomach’s sculpture ripple under his skin is all the warning he needs. That desperate ‘please’ strangled out of his mouth only heralds the inevitable. Kurt steels himself for a moment, then presses down, taking Scott in all the way until his lover’s head pushes at the back of his tongue. Those begging noises amid the rushes of his name… Kurt feels like he could climax again right there. He tightens his grip as Scott’s cock twitches against his tongue, then hardens in his mouth.
A telltale thickening and he swallows hard as the first jet of hot, salt, and bitter lances all over the back of his mouth. The teleporter bobs his head shallowly, presses his tongue as flush to Scott’s dick as he can, eyes rolling back under his eyelids as his boyfriend spills into him. It’s not his favorite taste… but it’s one of his favorite sensations, each long, hot pulse scalding his mouth and tongue as he swallows what he can down. He finally tugs back, panting over his boyfriend’s cock as the last few dregs end up spattering his blue lips and white teeth, drooling back onto Scott’s shaft and down onto his balls a few seconds later. Just… give him a moment to catch his breath… That was intense. It always is.]
[ Kurt got his wish granted because Scott let out another strangled whimper when the sharp fangs pressed down against his skin. That's a very sensitive part of his anatomy and he didn't know Kurt so well he would be terrified at the idea that his boyfriend might decide to bite him the only time he doesn't ask for it. But that's not what Kurt has in mind and soon enough Scott ends making more low noises and praising words. They're both a satisfied mess by the end of it and brunette hums slightly, taking deep breaths to calm himself and enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes.
His whole body is still shaky when he shifts on the bed again, arms curling around Kurt's shoulders to pull him close. He peppers the blue cheeks with kisses, nuzzles his neck and captures the plushy lips in his own, tasting himself on Kurt's tongue. Scott's hands run gentle fingers through his hair as he tries to coach his boyfriend to lie down properly next to him. The brunette has always been affectionate but this is how he likes Kurt best, limbless and warm and naked, with their bodies pressed together. His hand softly caresses the curve of Kurt's jaw and then Scott's thumb pulls his lower lip down a little. ]
I can't believe you give me shit about being a tease and then you nip me with your fangs. [ The voice is light and happy, not accusatory, and before Kurt has a chance to answer Scott is kissing him again. because he wants to and because he can. ] It was great. You're great. I love you.
[He’s ever going to get tired of hearing Scott like that. The guy’s normally so quiet and reserved (except when he’s being a hothead), so these kinds of noises make Kurt shiver from head to tail. There’s something intimate about Scott letting him run his teeth and fangs over his cock, once again reminding Kurt that Scott loves every part of him without fear or reservation. Oh, it’s a little tempting to bite him. Not hard. Just a nip or so. But ultimately that has to wait for another time. When Scott’s not climaxing all over his mouth and lips and Kurt’s not a panting, dazed mess hovering over his boyfriend’s naked, wet hips.
Maybe he should’ve swallowed more… Scott’s cock and balls are rather glazed right now. Kurt’s tugged out of his stupor—literally—arms wrap around his shoulders and he’s pulled up the bed like a cat. The German grunts softly as he flops against Scott’s body, joining him in that mess as his hips press to the other man’s waist. But no time to think of that now. There are kisses on his cheek, nuzzles on his neck, and his panting breaths are silenced with Scott’s mouth. Kurt kisses back without hesitation, nuzzling his mouth into his lover’s as their tongues twine and his leg slowly winds its way with Scott’s.
Doesn’t take much coaxing to get Kurt rolling onto his side, lying next to the American mutant. Definitely limbless, warm, and certainly naked. His tail winds around Scott’s leg in a lazy spiral, the spade unconsciously patting against the other man’s ankle like a contented feline. As fingers caress his jaw and a thumb curls his lower lip down, exposing his lower teeth and fangs, Kurt oozes out a small breath and opens his eyes halfway to gaze at Scott through glowing amber eyes.]
You-- [And gets kissed for his troubles. He kisses back without hesitation, one arm draping over Scott’s chest and hooking a hand under his ribs to pull him close. Their kiss breaths and Kurt huffs softly at the other man.] You are a tease. And you vanted me to nip you. [So there. Kurt takes the mature route and sticks his tongue halfway out his mouth. Nyeh.] I love you too, Scott.
[ Scott would say that he's only loud when the moment calls for it, either be pleasure or rage, and it's true that Kurt has a talent for making him do some really special sounds. It's a little embarrassing, he could admit, always understanding in these post-sex moments why Kurt doesn't want people to hear. But at the same time, it's oh-so-good, who cares about the neighbors eavesdropping? They're in a school full or teenagers and young adults, too many hormones together leads to this kind of situations. As long as everyone's careful, it's all good.
They're somewhat sticky but Scott doesn't mind at all when he pulls Kurt closer. It's not the first time nor it will be the last, and it gives them more reasons to go shower together. That can happen later, now walking seems too much of a chore, especially with Kurt wrapping around him, tail sweetly circling his leg. ]
That I did. [ Scott murmurs after their kiss, speaking softly and with his voice still a bit hoarse. it lasts until Kurt sticks his tongue out at him and the brunette lets out a startled laugh. ] You, silly.
[ His hand ends drawing lazy patterns over Kurt's exposed skin, fingers caressing up and down his spine and Scott keeps an arm around him. ]
What can I say, you've got the perfect fangs for that and the perfect mouth. [ A mouth that he gives another kiss, merely a peck this time, before snuggling even closer. He feels a little sleeping and a whole lot happier than he was only a few hours ago. ] Hmm...we don't have to be anywhere for the next hours, do we?
[Kurt would agree with that. While Scott’s not quiet, in that he seems like he’s always got something to say whenever he feels it appropriate, the blue mutant’s noticed he’s usually able to get his boyfriend to voice himself more frequently when they’re having their passionate moments. And sometimes even when they’re not and he’s just being a bit of an imp around the American man. Seeing Scott get all pink and flustered is kind of a sweet revenge for how many times Scott makes Kurt utterly squirmy and hot-faced. (And he still thinks sex noises should be for their ears alone, not for other people to hear… hence some embarrassment when things do settle back down and reality rears its head.) Not that Kurt’s going to get utter privacy in a school of this age group and mutant powers.
Showering sounds like a good idea right now, but unfortunately, it’s completely countered by the pure joy he feels at being pressed up against Scott again. He’s so warm, his muscles feel so good, his skin’s soft and amazing, it all makes Kurt just want to… well… grind and rub and touch as much of his lover as he can. So he settles for his arms, legs, hands, feet, and tail wrapping what they can of him around Scott.]
Mmhm… [The German cracks a grin when Scott laughs at him. A surprised laugh, but hey, sometimes Kurt does things like that. He’s not gone all this time in America without picking up some American habits. The fact it gets Scott laughing makes him feel all warm inside. ] You earned it.
[Kurt sinks back down as hands wander his skin, tracing over his spine and slowly drawing a gentle purring sound out of the blue teleporter. His own hand draws lazy circles on Scott’s chest, the half he’s not practically lying on, and occasionally tracing around his nipple. Before escaping and wandering down to his ribs and stomach.] Only because you fit my mouth so perfectly. [He leans into the kiss with a happy hum and then shifts as it breaks and Scott snuggles close to him.] No. Vy? [Kurt glances up at his boyfriend, noticing his face, the shape of his mouth and slope of his forehead and cheeks. Ah.] Did I tire you out?
[ ooc: maybe we can wrap this one up? C: it was lovely. ]
[ If this is the kind of revenge Kurt wants to impose upon him, please revenge away any time you feel like. All the heated and low noises Scott makes are for Kurt and Kurt alone. A shower will happen eventually, or maybe it would be better to have a bath. The bathtub is big enough for two people, that much Scott knows. And if they're sitting, it means he can watch Kurt's dark hair and snuggle up to him in the warm water.
He's already touching Kurt's hair now, fingers lazily carding through the dark strands. The purring makes the corner of his lips twitch, please with the sound and proud to be the one to hear it. Kurt's own touches are drawing small hums from the brunette and he squirms a little when they move too close to his nipple. That tickles but it's all good. This is good, and it's not a word they get to use all that often given the usual stressful situations going on in their lives. ]
You did. It's nice, just staying here like this for a while. [ He's getting a bit sleepy too but still awake enough to keep paying Kurt's attention. ] If no one needs us, we could take a bath and then nap for a little while. Sounds like a plan?
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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. ]
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(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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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…
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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...?
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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No one seems to be at risk of falling off the bed, they've been less athletic with their encounter today but not less passionate. And it's not like they'd have to explain to anybody why they're redecorating, maybe they just like thick plushy carpets. Enjoying interior decor is not a crime, Scott would say. Jean would sure laugh at them, knowing immediately what is going on just by looking at their faces, he wouldn't even need to peek into Scott's mind. She learned long ago not to do that unprompted, anyway, after accidentally catching some of the brunette's wandering thought about Kurt's pretty lips and nice ears.
Scott's annoyance at Kurt moving away is short-lived, he watches the blue mutant settle between his legs and quickly gets the picture, his flushed cheeks getting a shade deeper. No matter how many times they do these kinds of things, they always take Scott by surprise. His face goes slack with pleasure when Kurt takes him in, eyes rolling back in his head. He feels cherished and rapturous, forgets the weight of the responsibilities of the life they lead and only focuses on feeling. Kurt's mouth around his cock, tongue pressing into the sensitive skin, licking or sucking it, draws out a low, soft moan out of him.
He's torn before shutting his eyes firmly closed while grabbing at the sheets or look down. He doesn't want to miss the view but he's already so close to the edge that if he looks at Kurt's lips stretched around his cock he will finish all too quickly. He draws in a ragged breath, body trembling, and murmurs soft praises and encouraging words that jumble together with Kurt's name over and over and over. ]
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Keeping his arms thrown over Scott’s thighs, enjoying the feeling of his muscles hardening under his forearm and triceps, Kurt wraps his hands as best he can around his boyfriend’s hips, resting them just above the curve of his pelvis where he can squeeze his narrow waist a little and stroke up and down the sensitive skin of his trunk. Scott’s so strong… The German teleporter marvels silently at the other man’s muscles and taut upper body, thumbs moving in small circles wherever he can reach. Amber eyes flick up along Scott’s torso, glowing topaz gems set amid his midnight blue face. His boyfriend sounds good like this, moaning softly and long and trembling out those affectionate praises and the blue mutant’s name. Scott’s not the loud one in bed (intense irony there), so Kurt really does enjoy the sounds he can get from him this way.
Kurt sucks twice, then starts to bob, not trying too hard to keep the lewd noises from slipping out between his lips and Scott’s cock. Using his tongue again to play with the slit crowning his lover’s glans, Kurt works his way a little further down, then drags backwards. White teeth slowly rake along the other man’s pale dick, canines gentle scraping along the outside of his shaft. All the way up until he finally pops off Scott’s tip with a wet ‘smoch’ and pants softly against his head.] Let go… Venever you vant. [And pulls him back into his mouth, sucking his way down his boyfriend once again. He’ll start bobbing back and forth and up and down once he reaches halfway again.]
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And oh, Fuck, Kurt not only feels amazing but he looks so good like this and Scott hips twitch forward before he can help himself. Muscled arms are still holding his thighs down, so he doesn't have a lot of range of movement and he's actually thankful for that. To some, it might be frustrating but instead, it just makes everything better. Scott's skin tingles with the extra weight and warmth because he likes to be at Kurt's mercy. When hands start to stroke his hips and sides, a low moan drops from his parted lips. As embarrassing as it is to admit, Scott's pretty sure that his boyfriend could get him to come in his pants just by hauling him up by the shoulders a pressing him against a wall while they kiss, or by curling his strong tail in the right places...so, yes, Scott has a thing for dominance and loss of control but only with a partner he trusts. ]
Kurt... [ The brunette lets out another ragged breath, his voice growing thick with want. His hand leaves Kurt's hair and he drags a thumb over a high blue cheekbone, eyes tracking its progress and a small smile on his lips.
Whatever he wanted to say next gets forgotten and squished under the sensation of sharp teeth brushing lightly over his cock. There's a whimper that starts at the back of Scott throat and comes out like a desperate keen sound, Kurt's skilled mouth the only things capable to pull the sweetest kind of sound from him. He can't thank God enough for his boyfriend's next words because his stomach has gone tense, pupils dilated behind his visor, and body reaching its limit. His mouth lets out a surprised noise at that sounds a lot like a whimpered 'please' when Kurt takes him into his mouth and it's so good that he kind of wants to cry. ]
I can’t-t Kurt..oh god, [ Scott sobs. ] Kurt. Kurt, I... [ Scott chanting Kurt’s name over and over again, as his muscles clench and his cock twitches against Kurt’s tongue and then he’s coming in long, hot pulses. By the time he manages to catch his breath, his eyes are closed and his lips parted perfectly, Kurt's name still on them, although barely a whisper now. ]
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Kurt grunts softly as hips buck forward, shoving the American’s dick a little further into his mouth that he’d expected. He jerks back slightly, a soft ‘guhlk’ sound coming went from his throat. And then gets right back to sucking him off. Scott’ll probably feel Kurt’s arms put a bit more pressure on the man’s thighs, hands tightening all three digits on his hips to keep him down better. He’ll give Scott his freedom in a little bit, but Kurt enjoys the initial period of control as he gets himself into the swing of things. Plus he knows his hotheaded lover has a thing for being controlled. Well… this way at least. Still, holding him down doesn’t mean he can’t move his hands, and liberally does so at that. Thumbs rubbing at the outer flanks of the American mutant’s Adonis belt, middle finger caressing the arches of his pelvis, and third finger hooked around to put some pressure towards his lover’s lower back. May not have the two extra fingers other mutants have, but in exchange, he can get some better strength in his three than their five. Dexterity’s arguable though…]
Hm? [Oh it feels good to tease him like that. How many times has he gasped or groaned his lover’s name and Scott comes back with a “question” like Kurt’s about to ask one. The German’s learned a new word the other day he feels sometimes sums up Scott’s teasing nature: dork. He tilts his head as a thumb brushes under his eye, a carved scar skimming under the pad of Scott’s thumb. Sharp teeth repeat their little grazing action; he wants to hear that noise again. Such a rare noise and one he can keep practically all to himself. His fangs scrape lightly, sometimes using the smooth sides of them and other times actually drawing the point right down his lover’s tender flesh. Before wrapping his lips firmly around Scott’s length and sucking on him again. Cheeks hollow, his eyes close, and he bobs, taking him in more and more.
No, he doesn’t expect an answer to his comment. Feeling Scott’s sides tense up and his stomach’s sculpture ripple under his skin is all the warning he needs. That desperate ‘please’ strangled out of his mouth only heralds the inevitable. Kurt steels himself for a moment, then presses down, taking Scott in all the way until his lover’s head pushes at the back of his tongue. Those begging noises amid the rushes of his name… Kurt feels like he could climax again right there. He tightens his grip as Scott’s cock twitches against his tongue, then hardens in his mouth.
A telltale thickening and he swallows hard as the first jet of hot, salt, and bitter lances all over the back of his mouth. The teleporter bobs his head shallowly, presses his tongue as flush to Scott’s dick as he can, eyes rolling back under his eyelids as his boyfriend spills into him. It’s not his favorite taste… but it’s one of his favorite sensations, each long, hot pulse scalding his mouth and tongue as he swallows what he can down. He finally tugs back, panting over his boyfriend’s cock as the last few dregs end up spattering his blue lips and white teeth, drooling back onto Scott’s shaft and down onto his balls a few seconds later. Just… give him a moment to catch his breath… That was intense. It always is.]
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His whole body is still shaky when he shifts on the bed again, arms curling around Kurt's shoulders to pull him close. He peppers the blue cheeks with kisses, nuzzles his neck and captures the plushy lips in his own, tasting himself on Kurt's tongue. Scott's hands run gentle fingers through his hair as he tries to coach his boyfriend to lie down properly next to him. The brunette has always been affectionate but this is how he likes Kurt best, limbless and warm and naked, with their bodies pressed together. His hand softly caresses the curve of Kurt's jaw and then Scott's thumb pulls his lower lip down a little. ]
I can't believe you give me shit about being a tease and then you nip me with your fangs. [ The voice is light and happy, not accusatory, and before Kurt has a chance to answer Scott is kissing him again. because he wants to and because he can. ] It was great. You're great. I love you.
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Maybe he should’ve swallowed more… Scott’s cock and balls are rather glazed right now. Kurt’s tugged out of his stupor—literally—arms wrap around his shoulders and he’s pulled up the bed like a cat. The German grunts softly as he flops against Scott’s body, joining him in that mess as his hips press to the other man’s waist. But no time to think of that now. There are kisses on his cheek, nuzzles on his neck, and his panting breaths are silenced with Scott’s mouth. Kurt kisses back without hesitation, nuzzling his mouth into his lover’s as their tongues twine and his leg slowly winds its way with Scott’s.
Doesn’t take much coaxing to get Kurt rolling onto his side, lying next to the American mutant. Definitely limbless, warm, and certainly naked. His tail winds around Scott’s leg in a lazy spiral, the spade unconsciously patting against the other man’s ankle like a contented feline. As fingers caress his jaw and a thumb curls his lower lip down, exposing his lower teeth and fangs, Kurt oozes out a small breath and opens his eyes halfway to gaze at Scott through glowing amber eyes.]
You-- [And gets kissed for his troubles. He kisses back without hesitation, one arm draping over Scott’s chest and hooking a hand under his ribs to pull him close. Their kiss breaths and Kurt huffs softly at the other man.] You are a tease. And you vanted me to nip you. [So there. Kurt takes the mature route and sticks his tongue halfway out his mouth. Nyeh.] I love you too, Scott.
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They're somewhat sticky but Scott doesn't mind at all when he pulls Kurt closer. It's not the first time nor it will be the last, and it gives them more reasons to go shower together. That can happen later, now walking seems too much of a chore, especially with Kurt wrapping around him, tail sweetly circling his leg. ]
That I did. [ Scott murmurs after their kiss, speaking softly and with his voice still a bit hoarse. it lasts until Kurt sticks his tongue out at him and the brunette lets out a startled laugh. ] You, silly.
[ His hand ends drawing lazy patterns over Kurt's exposed skin, fingers caressing up and down his spine and Scott keeps an arm around him. ]
What can I say, you've got the perfect fangs for that and the perfect mouth. [ A mouth that he gives another kiss, merely a peck this time, before snuggling even closer. He feels a little sleeping and a whole lot happier than he was only a few hours ago. ] Hmm...we don't have to be anywhere for the next hours, do we?
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Showering sounds like a good idea right now, but unfortunately, it’s completely countered by the pure joy he feels at being pressed up against Scott again. He’s so warm, his muscles feel so good, his skin’s soft and amazing, it all makes Kurt just want to… well… grind and rub and touch as much of his lover as he can. So he settles for his arms, legs, hands, feet, and tail wrapping what they can of him around Scott.]
Mmhm… [The German cracks a grin when Scott laughs at him. A surprised laugh, but hey, sometimes Kurt does things like that. He’s not gone all this time in America without picking up some American habits. The fact it gets Scott laughing makes him feel all warm inside. ] You earned it.
[Kurt sinks back down as hands wander his skin, tracing over his spine and slowly drawing a gentle purring sound out of the blue teleporter. His own hand draws lazy circles on Scott’s chest, the half he’s not practically lying on, and occasionally tracing around his nipple. Before escaping and wandering down to his ribs and stomach.] Only because you fit my mouth so perfectly. [He leans into the kiss with a happy hum and then shifts as it breaks and Scott snuggles close to him.] No. Vy? [Kurt glances up at his boyfriend, noticing his face, the shape of his mouth and slope of his forehead and cheeks. Ah.] Did I tire you out?
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[ If this is the kind of revenge Kurt wants to impose upon him, please revenge away any time you feel like. All the heated and low noises Scott makes are for Kurt and Kurt alone. A shower will happen eventually, or maybe it would be better to have a bath. The bathtub is big enough for two people, that much Scott knows. And if they're sitting, it means he can watch Kurt's dark hair and snuggle up to him in the warm water.
He's already touching Kurt's hair now, fingers lazily carding through the dark strands. The purring makes the corner of his lips twitch, please with the sound and proud to be the one to hear it. Kurt's own touches are drawing small hums from the brunette and he squirms a little when they move too close to his nipple. That tickles but it's all good. This is good, and it's not a word they get to use all that often given the usual stressful situations going on in their lives. ]
You did. It's nice, just staying here like this for a while. [ He's getting a bit sleepy too but still awake enough to keep paying Kurt's attention. ] If no one needs us, we could take a bath and then nap for a little while. Sounds like a plan?
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