[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?
[ooc: sure! It’s a good stopping point. and yes, it was really nice! i'm up for another thread if you like or we can take a break as we need.]
[He’s never been all that good with “revenge” in any true way. But sometimes he can surprise himself and get back at his boyfriend with something really impish. Not sure what he’s doing now counts, but hey, it’s something. Kurt gets to enjoy the sounds he pulls from Scott and the warmth his boyfriend exudes all over him. Selfishly, he’s glad he’s the only one who can hear Scott like this. And as for the shower versus bath, Kurt normally defaults to shower due to growing up where he did, but it’s no secret he’s eternally amazed at the luxury of just soaking in a tub. Especially with Scott. He never gets tired of getting lathered up by his boyfriend, and/or doing the same in return. (Splashes and cleanup on the other hand… might be some regret afterwards if they mess around in the tub.)
Those gentle combing fingers threaten to lull him right into a nap, a semi-natural result of afterglow and Scott’s presence. Kurt’s hand slowly wanders from Scott’s chest to his shoulder to his neck, and ends up traversing between the three intermittently. He felt that squirm and ‘behaved’ himself for the time being. No tickling right now. It is a peaceful time. A rare moment where as far as the German’s concerned, nothing is wrong and everything is right.
A soft laugh drifts between his blue lips and Kurt leans over to nuzzle a kiss along Scott’s jaw.] Ja… I zink ve’re about to take ze nap first. [And tries—but fails—to stifle a yawn against his boyfriend’s neck.] Baz later…Ja?
[ ooc: I'd love to do more threads in the future, if you don't mind that C: Work has been crazy these last months because there had been some big changes in the company and I work 12h a day, which is why I can't tag so fast lately. ]
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[ The kiss to his jaw gets a happy little moan from the brunette. He scratches Kurt's scalp in return. ]
Yes, good plan. You're the best at that, maybe you should be the leader. [ Scott murmurs, the corners of his lips upturned. Maybe 'let's forget all the troubles and go to bed' is not a very solid strategy but it sure would save them from a lot of trouble. ]
Rest well, love. [ With his free hand, Scott makes sure to drag the nearby sheet on top of them so they don't get cold after they doze off. ]
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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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[He’s never been all that good with “revenge” in any true way. But sometimes he can surprise himself and get back at his boyfriend with something really impish. Not sure what he’s doing now counts, but hey, it’s something. Kurt gets to enjoy the sounds he pulls from Scott and the warmth his boyfriend exudes all over him. Selfishly, he’s glad he’s the only one who can hear Scott like this. And as for the shower versus bath, Kurt normally defaults to shower due to growing up where he did, but it’s no secret he’s eternally amazed at the luxury of just soaking in a tub. Especially with Scott. He never gets tired of getting lathered up by his boyfriend, and/or doing the same in return. (Splashes and cleanup on the other hand… might be some regret afterwards if they mess around in the tub.)
Those gentle combing fingers threaten to lull him right into a nap, a semi-natural result of afterglow and Scott’s presence. Kurt’s hand slowly wanders from Scott’s chest to his shoulder to his neck, and ends up traversing between the three intermittently. He felt that squirm and ‘behaved’ himself for the time being. No tickling right now. It is a peaceful time. A rare moment where as far as the German’s concerned, nothing is wrong and everything is right.
A soft laugh drifts between his blue lips and Kurt leans over to nuzzle a kiss along Scott’s jaw.] Ja… I zink ve’re about to take ze nap first. [And tries—but fails—to stifle a yawn against his boyfriend’s neck.] Baz later…Ja?
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Work has been crazy these last months because there had been some big changes in the company and I work 12h a day, which is why I can't tag so fast lately. ]
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[ The kiss to his jaw gets a happy little moan from the brunette. He scratches Kurt's scalp in return. ]
Yes, good plan. You're the best at that, maybe you should be the leader. [ Scott murmurs, the corners of his lips upturned. Maybe 'let's forget all the troubles and go to bed' is not a very solid strategy but it sure would save them from a lot of trouble. ]
Rest well, love. [ With his free hand, Scott makes sure to drag the nearby sheet on top of them so they don't get cold after they doze off. ]
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Work's definitely going to pickup as the holidays approach. Sorry to year you got such a huge work period. (I do 10hr days, so I know the pain.)
Don't feel bad about the speed. Life happens. Do that well and then you can enjoy the fiction, haha~ Chin up! And thanks for the thread again!]
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Ah, best luck with that then! Those are always crazy times. And thank you for everything as well ♥ ]
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Yep. Holidays holidays holidays. Best of luck to you as well. Catch you next time!]