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[ ooc | Starter: " Sorry I choked you last night... I was just really excited to see you." ]

[ Good because Scott is also enjoying himself. If Kurt's happy, so he is. ]

I remember, that was nice. Best sleep I had in a while. [ Scott might have a thing for having his hair touched, sue him.

And yes, Kurt so did that! ]

All right I'll be here. [ If Kurt thinks that, Scott isn't about to argue. The more time they spend together, the better. Good things in his life are far too few and too fleeting, he will embrace them while he can. He hasn't finished putting his phone away when the familiar sound of Kurt teleporting makes him look over his shoulder. Scott smiles at the endearment, turning to wrap his arms around the other man's waist. ]

You're always so fast. He pauses before adding with a grin. Well, not always.

[ Was that a terrible double entendre? Yes. Is Scott sorry? Not in the slightest ]

[He actually hadn’t intended to do it. He was reading his book, Scott was playing a video game, and suddenly, there was a head in his lap and he had his fingers wandering through Scott’s hair. Then Scott was out like a light. Guess he really had been exhausted from the mission… that or he’s just weak to having someone play with his hair.

It's nice to know his boyfriend’s in agreement for a quick pick up. Literally. Because the halls can get busy with students trading classes. Not just the general hustle and bustle, but there’s always some prankster, some show off, or some bully that’ll inevitably use his or her powers for a quick something in passing. Most of the time it’s amusing (minus the bully part), but sometimes it can be problematic.

Seeing Scott smile at him like that makes his heart pick up in his chest and he feels all melty in the good way. Last one more when his boyfriend embraces him. Kurt’s quick to return it, head bowing to nuzzle his lips against the American’s forehead. It’s a chaste, but tender kiss.]

I try.

[ … ]

Scott!

[His tail sticks up straight behind him, mirroring the stunned gape. Before curling its stinger over his shoulder and Kurt’s arm tightens around his boyfriend.

snap!

They’re gone.

snap!

They’re back.

And “back” means in Kurt’s bedroom, with the acrobat holding onto some of the metal handholds he’s got on his ceiling. Also meaning that when he lets go of the other man, Scott gets to free fall a few feet onto the German’s bed. Paybacks for that tease? Most definitely. He’s all grins up there for doing it too, white teeth showing easily amid his night blue face.]

[ He had been tense after the mission and had thought that playing for a bit would help him unwind. it only made him more tired and that's why he had ended on Kurt's lap. It was a great lap, who could judge him? Scott would rub his cheek against it any day but that would make Kurt blush. So really, more reasons to do it.

The prankster that generally causes trouble is more of then than not Quentin Quire. Kurt and Scott might be adults now, or what passes by an adult around here, but none of them wants to deal with that when they could instead, test Scott's theory about Kurt's tail sensibility in the safety of his room.

He closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose in a rather cutesy way when the blue mutant kisses him, smiling even more widely when his boyfriend all but yells his name in embarrassment. Scott's spots the stiff tail and his laughter can be heard in the corridor even after they teleport away. The next thing Scott makes is not a laugh but a totally manly, not at all high-pitched, shriek at being dropped. ]

You did that on purpose! [ He huffs from the bed after it cushioned his fall, hair in disarray. A moment later, he's back to smiling. ] I'm so proud. Now come down here and let me kiss you properly.

[There’s a reason he ends up blushing and getting all tense when you rub your cheek against his lap, Scott! Because there’s something really sensitive and reactive down there in his lap and it’s not JUST his tail! Something that shouldn’t be getting all up and attentive out in public… Especially not so close to his boyfriend’s head while he’s trying to get a nap.

Unglaublich…

He really shouldn’t take this pleasure in dropping his boyfriend from that height. But he does. Good thing his bed’s soft and bouncy. Of course, now that he’s thinking back on the taunt, he’s realizing that was probably a compliment to his staying prowess (or stubbornness). Which sometimes isn’t a positive. Like quickies between class. A risk for them. Either way! The shriek gets his imp side showing and his tail flicks back and forth in front of him in a playful manner.]

So did you. [Kurt lets go of one of the handholds, toes curling around another one behind him so he can drop and hang upside down. He’s got a number of them all around his ceiling and walls. Growing up in a circus, plus his mutations’ boons to flexibility and acrobatics, make him feel a lot more comfortable when he’s able to do things beyond normal sitting, standing, walking, and lying in his room.

He quickly swings forward and catches onto another one with his hand, then pulls up and flicks himself off, twisting and flipping twice in the air before landing on the bed on his hands and feet, arched over Scott in a predatory prowler kind of way, dark hair hanging in front of his face to put a curtain in front of one eye. Even with the sunlight through the window, he still looks like a piece of night.] You’re going to get me in trouble one day.

[Then sinks down onto Scott, knees flanking his hips and elbows resting beside his shoulders in a protective, caging little crouch. Bringing his lips close to Scott’s mouth, but not touching yet. Hey, the American said he wanted to kiss him properly, so get to it.]

[ Oh, I know there is~ And had Scott not been totally passed out in bliss, he would have taken care of Kurt's possible problem. In private, of course, to avoid scaring the students and getting kicked out of the school. Some parts of Kurt are for Scott's eyes alone, he thinks. For private moments such as now, in his boyfriend's room, where Scott watches him move with a smile playing on his lips. ]

Show off... [ There's no heat behind the words and even though Scott's eyes are hidden by the visor, his expression is one of admiration and amusement. Kurt's flexibility and skills are no short of fascinating. He's seen them put to good use in the bedroom and the memory would make him blush if it weren't because Kurt looming over him is already accomplishing that. He is sure that the blue mutant has no idea how sexy he looks doing this kind of things, which only make them better. Handsome devil, quite literally. ]

But you like it. [ He leans back, hands raising to rest on the curve of Kurt's hips, welcoming him in on top of his body. After Kurt brings their lips together but doesn't press them further, Scott actually turns his head away. Chin lifting and lips brushing the shell of a pointy blue ear, Scott's voice drops an octave and his right-hand wanders from Kurt's hip to the base of his tail. ]

I never said I was going to kiss you in the mouth.

[He can’t take care of that problem in the middle of the public sitting room! That would’ve gotten the two of them snapping out of there in an instant. Well, yeah, he knows Scott wouldn’t ever push him (or himself) that far, considering the school has some, you know, rules. But here in the privacy of his room or Scott’s or even some place they got away to, Kurt feels a lot more comfortable expressing himself this way.]

You earned it. [Despite his humility and politeness, the German had done showmanship in the Munich Circus for a good part of his life. He knew how to be impressive. He can tell Scott enjoys it. Even with his boyfriend’s shades and visor, Kurt’s learned to read his expressions through other ways. From the shape of his eyebrows to the motion of his lips to the way he holds his head or moves his shoulders. He can even tell when he rolls his eyes. Then again, he’s lucky Scott’s pretty facially expressive and doesn’t have the best poker face… And right now, he’s rather enjoying the look on Scott’s face.

Scott’s eyes are a bit of a thing for Kurt. Mostly because he’s told himself many times Scotts eyes are beautiful despite never having seen them before. They’re bound to be intense behind the quartz lens; he knows this in his heart. But he hasn’t told Scott yet. Because honestly, he thinks the other man will just make a little snip about never showing them to him. Which is true. Unfortunately. Someday, however, he’ll see them. Pictures from before don’t count. But he knows he’ll fall in love again.

He makes a small noise when hands settle on his hips in welcome, but can’t stop the way the corner of his lips quirk upward when Scott hesitates at his mouth. Only to falter as his boyfriend turns his head to the side. Wait—he didn’t mean-!] Ngh! [Okay, there’s no stopping that little noise either. Kurt’s shoulders hitch upward a little, body rocking forward as a small gasp slips in over his lips. Those electrical zings bloom all over his ear where Scott’s lips touch, causing the pointed shell to heat up almost immediately. To say nothing of Kurt’s face and lower.]

Zat’s playing dirty, Scott… [His voice quivers as much as his spine feels like it’s doing, thanks to the way his boyfriend’s voice drops in tone like that. Going right into his ear. Until fingers wander from his hip to there-!] Liebling! [Kurt’s eyes snap open for a second, mouth following suite, and his tail spasms in a quick coil-like whip, slapping off to the side to flop onto the bed. Similar to a cat in that aspect. Touch and flick. Of course Scott’s going to “warn/remind” him right then in that deeper voice.] Real dirty…

[ That's why he would have done it in private, have a little faith in him. Scott is not THAT bold. Rules or no rule, he has some decency left.

...while in public, that's it.

Here? Now? He plans on learning just how high Kurt's voice can get.

There's no arguing from Scott about if he deserved to be dropped but sure there's a lot of enjoyment seeing the way the other moves. Those years at the Circus and the following ones training in the Danger Room had served him well. He's lucky, Scott knows, that they have grown used to each other to the point Kurt can tell what he's thinking just by the arch of his brows. Scott, in turn, can figure out his boyfriend's mood by paying attention to his arched back or long tail. He can never tell Kurt that but it's really fucking funny the way he reacts to having his ears played with. And he hasn't done anything yet! But that's about to change, Kurt's wavering voice-only inviting him to do more. Scott gets distracted when Kurt grinds down on him unexpectedly, gasping briefly in surprise before looking like the cat who ate the canary. Or is about to. ]

What's playing dirt? This...? [ Innocent words, hushed against Kurt's ear before Scott sucks on the earlobe and lets his teeth scratch it lightly. ] Or this...?

[ He has to lift himself off the bed a little to reach the tail further, pressing his chest against Kurt's in the process. A warm hand runs down the curve of the tail, giving it a squeeze. If Scott is honest with himself, he's kind of in love with messing around with Kurt's tail. Such as now, when the limb tenses and whips around under his touch. It gets him the best kind of reactions and, as much as Scott enjoys teasing and testing his boyfriend's limits, all he really wants is to make the man feel good.

After nibbling on the tip of a pointy ear, Scott pulls back to look at Kurt in the face. First, because he wants yo check if the other mutant is really comfortable or wants him to stop. Second, because he needs his permission. ]

So, about the tip of your tail... [ There's a smile playing on Scott's lips, half-shy, half-hopeful. ] Should we find out how sensible it is?

[Kurt knows this in his head, but in the heat of a moment that might possibly be in public, his head and heart go mini-panic/excitement and yeah. WAIT, SCOTT! Even if he sometimes gets the feeling some of those feelings and inclinations to be indecent in public ooze out into their private times. Especially when that hand and mouth do one doozy of a combo and Kurt’s voice hikes up into a literal squeak. Instantly embarrassing him to the point where he shoves his face into his boyfriend’s neck, lips right against his skin to shut himself up. Mein Gott, vas zat me? Yes.

Hey! Playing with his ears definitely counts as doing “something” yet! For some dumb reason, he thinks he might’ve managed to shut his boyfriend up with that high-pitched noise. But nope! Scott’s whispering right against his ear again and if he thought his voice on his flesh was trilling before, now his shell’s all hot with embarrassed blood and those hushed words send his spine rippling from his nape to the very end of his tail. Half because his voice; half because his words … Uh-oh.

Kurt lets out a heated gasp, cold air rushing past Scott’s skin where he’d just been nigh-mouthing. His earlobe goes right into hot and kinda wet and it feels like his entire face burst into flame. Or got two sizes too small. His toes curl instantly, one pair squeezing around Scott’s upper calf. But right when he thinks that’s the “dirty” part, Scott goes for his tail. Running down the curve of it and squeezing. The German outright mews, forehead shoving into the pillow as nerves go all fireworks. His tail twitches hard towards the base, but the length Scott’s playing with turns into a living rope, arching firmly against his palm and fingers as the rest of it curls into a few tight circles on the bedsheets.] Zat! Shlimm!

[Definitely “bad” for the best reasons. Teeth worry the tip of his ear, earning a few more squirms from the other man. Until Scott mercifully backs off and gives him so chance to breath. Nein! Not coming up for air just yet! … Okay, he does after a moment, yellow/orange eyes wide and dilated. He definitely looks ruffled and flustered, but not unhappy. Breathless though, definitely. But before he can get a word out of his open mouth—Oh. That. Kurt flaps his mouth once or twice, but finally breaks into a little grin.] Ja… [His voice quivers a tiny bit, but with a soft hiss of flesh on fabric, Kurt pulls his tail from the sheets and curves it around in front of him, the stinger sliding between his mouth and Scott’s. It leaves the German gazing over the edge of it, looking into his boyfriend’s visored eyes.] You’re addicting…

[ If Kurt feels adventurous one day, maybe they can find a semi-public place to fool around but Scott would have to be convinced at first. Not only because getting caught would mean a whole lot of trouble but because he considers himself rather selfish when it comes to seeing Kurt in a situation where his only focus is the other man's pleasure. Scott always has been the jealous sort, he can't help it, and doesn't appreciate interruptions.

The squeak was almost expected, Kurt trying to hide his face on Scott's neck was not. The has to stop himself from chuckling out loud but pressed close as they are, there' s no way Kurt's going to miss Scott's chest rumbling softly with silenced laughter. The hand not working on the mutant's tail goes up to Kurt's head, fingers carding through the black and blue locks and fingernails softly scrapping against the scalp.

'Shlimm'...Scott needs to make some mental gymnastics to try and remember if it means 'bad' , 'wicked' or 'naughty'. In the end, he decides that all definitions probably work in this situation. He hums in satisfaction at the sounds Kurt is making, encouraging them and enjoying the pressure of the other man's mouth against the skin of his neck. ]

Calling me names when I just want to play, how rude. [ The voice is still low and husky, the words accusatory but the tone very far from that. Kurt's tail is moving and twitching under his palm and it makes Scott smile to know that such a simple gesture can affect his boyfriend so much. He knew it as sensible, just not this much. It only prompts him to repeat his movements, add a little bit more pressure here and there, until he leans back to talk to Kurt. Or tries too, Kurt's a bit stubborn at first, out of embarrassment. It's utterly endearing. Then there's a familiar arrow-shaped tail in his line of sight, making Scott look at it fondly before grinning. ]

You say the sweetest things. But are you sure want me to do this with your clothes on? [ Not to be bold but Scott is a practical man and if Kurt's previous reactions are anything to go by, his clothes -or rather, pants- might get uncomfortable pretty quickly. To prove his point, Scott lifts his chin, pink tongue darting out of his mouth, and licks the tip of the tail. ]

[It’s doubtful he’ll ever feel that adventurous ever. Not just because of his nature, but his religion also values keeping that private. But kisses and hugs and stuff, he’ll eventually get around to accepting and giving in public without any fidgeting. Plus, though Kurt definitely doesn’t seem it, he’d feel really jealous of anyone else seeing Scott like this too. They’re together and that’s how it should be. He can get possessive of his boyfriend, right? Not enough to growl or rawr at someone, but he’d at least say something. And teleport with Scott if something got out of hand. It makes him feel all fuzzy inside to know Scott feels the same way (sans the intense pacifist part).

He feels that laugh. There’s an unholy temptation to nip him on the neck for it. If his tail weren’t held captive at the moment, he might’ve poked him with it too. But both urges dwindle as fingers slide into his hair and comb blunt nails against his head, threatening to turn Kurt into a puddle of blue goo all over his boyfriend. And that word means any of those in this context. Because Scott’s all of that. In the best way, of course. From the warmth of his body between Kurt’s limbs to the soft vibration of his voice and breath to all those actions he’s tormenting him with.]

Zis isn’t “just playing”, Scott. And you know it. [Any attempts to sound reprimanding fail completely; Scott won’t have a problem hearing the little grin and giddiness in the German’s voice. His voice breaks softly again when his American repeats the motion on his tail and he tugs the appendage against and into his boyfriend’s hand. Small bits of pressure earn a harder twitch, spade standing up on the bed completely, until he’s finally freed enough to bring it about and rest the tip between them. Honestly, he’s not sure how this is going to feel. He’s touched his tail plenty and even licked it or put it in his mouth when it got cut or burned in some unfortunate accidents. But like tickling yourself, it’s not the same as offering it to someone else…

Kurt blinks. That question. Mentally, he’s slapping his face into his palm; said face gets pretty hot and his tail freezes in surprise. His clothes--] Ah-! [Not even given time to answer! A little flip of warm and wet goes right on the tip of his stinger and Kurt’s voice hikes again. His body’s super quick to respond, and those pants of his, which he usually prefers close fit anyways, become exactly as Scott predicted. Uncomfortable. The blue mutant’s stubborn pause lasts all but two seconds before he pushes up and sits back on his boyfriend’s hips.] Clothesoff!

[It’s hard to say if that’s an answer, decision, plea, or command. Has elements of all of them. And Kurt quickly goes about pulling his sweater up and over his head. Plain collared white shirt underneath. Guess he forgot he’s still sitting on Scott, which might make the other man have a bit of a challenge getting his own clothes off.]

[ Kurt's faith is an important part of his life and Scott tries not to interfere in it or cause him more doubts than necessary. He can understand why it's more decent and less problematic to keep bedroom activities to the privacy of their room. Now, however, the last thing in his mind are churches and saints. Sure, the night might end with pleas and 'Ohh, god' but not of the religious variety.

Kurt's growling always gets excellent reactions from Scott, he finds the raw, heartfelt sounds very exciting and it makes him mewl in turn. He wouldn't mind hearing those more often, especially tonight. The blue mutant will have his chance to chastise him for the laugh and the teasing later but something tells Scott that Kurt isn't that unhappy with their current position. Call it a sixth sense. Or Maybe it's the way he sees Kurt's tail curl and tense like a living thing with a mind on its own, mirroring its owner's mood. The giddiness in the other man's voice definitely betrays him and Scott can't bring himself to look even a little sorry.

If it's of any consolation, Kurt's not the only one affected. Having his boyfriend on top of him, squirming, gasping and pressing their hips close is making it very obvious to Scott how little distance there is between their bodies. He feels rather than sees how Kurt's tail goes rigid under his palm and if he's not mistaken, it's probably not the only thing getting hard. He should have licked the arrow-shaped tip much sooner.

This time Scott's laughter fills the room before he can contain himself. Kurt screaming at him out of the blue is both a little intimidating and absolutely fucking hilarious. How very enthusiastic. ]

Yes, sir...

[ But oh, don't mind Scott under there and not moving for a few seconds. He's having an eyeful while Kurt undresses. Very nice, very nice. Taking off his own his pants is not an option while the other mutant is sitting on his lap so he makes an attempt to get rid of his own shirt at least, creamy skin finally on display.

He's always a little bit more in love when Kurt reacts this way to him. It makes him feel wanted, worthy, and only makes Scott more determined to make Kurt happy. The elf is distracted taking of his own shirt and Scott decides to be 'helpful' by sliding his hands up the man's thighs and then working on unbuttoning his pants. ]

[While his devotion to his religion is a strong as iron and he’s not at all shy towards talking about it or offering advice from the Bible, Kurt’s very attentive not to force his views on his friends or thump them over the head with it repeatedly. And he greatly appreciates their acceptance and kindness towards him even if some have clashing views. (Oh but he does have some confessions to do for taking his Lord’s name in vain. Though in all honesty, Scott’s a blessing from God and Kurt’s well aware he can praise just how fearfully and wonderfully his boyfriend’s made.)

Kind of like how his ears get all burny even deeper than the pointed shells thanks to that mewling sound gliding on in. That proud, snarky Scott can even make those noises is a surprise Kurt’s pretty possessive of. No one else but him should know that. It’s impossible to be unhappy with the positions and events Scott’s able to draw him into. From tangled in a curtain all pressed against the wall to “doing homework” with his back on his desk and papers all over the floor. Might surprise and embarrass him at first, but the fluster’s gone soon enough, replaced by a heated happiness that blooms arousal and need. All that tail twisting, toe curling, finger grabbing, lip burning desire.

Scott’s not mistaken; the blue mutant’s tail is definitely not the only thing getting hard and twitchy at the moment. It’s amazing he’s still got his tail next to the American’s mouth as it is. Even more amazing he’s not hiding his face in his sweater after hearing himself shout like that. Some part of his brain really hopes the other rooms around him are currently devoid of their normal occupants. Especially since Scott’s laughing at him.

Which gets the German’s sweater flung right down on his face with a huff from the other man. Hmph…] You can be a brat sometimes… [Look who’s talking. Kurt starts working on the buttons of his shirt, only bothering to go down towards the base of his collar bones before he pulls the material up and over his head. It leaves the back of his hair a little scruffier than normal, but he quickly gives it a shake to “right” the fluff and shucks his shirt down his arms. His blue skin almost seems to dilute the sun’s light when it hits him, but makes no effort to hide the angel marks that run are all over his body. Some obvious patches of smooth flesh remain unmarked, waiting for future symbols. A quick toss and his shirt goes… over his shoulder. Not really concerned where it ends up.

Mostly because his attention’s fixated on Scott as he pulls his own shirt off. Kurt’s orange eyes make no secret of his gaze, wandering without shame over his boyfriend’s exposed skin. Smooth and milky, a literal fair opposite of his own. He can’t help but feel like the night sky beside the moon. Blue fingers settle on Scott’s chest, his three digits resting their fingertips and claws where his heart beats strongest. It’d be hard to mistake the vernation in his touch, slowly tracing the curve of the American’s pectoral, toned from the training and fighting he’s done. So warm… all his… Kurt’s silent distraction breaks when Scott’s hand press to his thighs, earning a quivering moan from his lips. He presses his knees firmly into the mattress and rolls his hips in unconscious sensualism as his black pants suddenly feel miraculously looser.

Just… um… just going to quickly shift forward and move onto his hands and knees above Scott. To facilitate pulling his pants down easier. Yeah. Not because he’s busy staring at his lover’s face with glassy, heated eyes.]

[ The School is home of all sorts of students who follow different religions and doctrines, it's not anyone's place to judge other people's faith. Scott is sure that Charles wouldn't allow any disrespect happening under his roof and it's one of the reasons why the mansion has become their home. People can express themselves without the fear of being judged, isn't that one of their principles? Kurt doesn't need to be grateful, these sort of things should be the norm everywhere.

If he had any idea that his boyfriend considered him a blessing from God of all things, Scott wouldn't know how to react aside than maybe combust from blushing. It's a very nice compliment but undeserved, in his opinion. He's not beyond making all sorts of helpless noises, especially when Kurt's around, and the blue mutant can be assured that he's the only one who gets to hear them. Scott is many things, imperfect and flawed, but when he loves someone he gives all of himself to that person alone.

He also pays attention, and hasn't forgotten Kurt's tail, but for the time being getting rid of their layers is a more pressing matter. Or rather, getting rid of Kurt's clothes, his own can wait. If anybody is around to hear them, then they should know by now that is time to find something to do outside their rooms, Scott would suggest going to train in the danger room.

His laugh not only does not stop when the sweater hits his face, but he also sounds even more amused. Reaching for the sweater and pulling it away from his face, Scott gives him a mishievous smile. He might not be able to communicate with his eyes but God knows he's learned to weaponize the curve of his lips. He blows Kurt a kiss as an answer and then his eyes roam over blue skin, staring at the patterns carved in the chest, shoulders, and arms that are so rarely left uncovered. Scott feels the urgent need to touch them, preferably with his tongue. He gets distracted by how adorable Kurt looks with his hair all messy, he will have to run his hands through it later.

He stills when a blue hand presses over his chest and Scott wonder if Kurt would notice his heart beating like a trapped hummingbird in his chest. Chin lifting slightly and mouth slack, he's tempted to let himself be distracted by the nice touch. But then Kurt is moaning and rolling his hip, grinding down on Scott's cock.Fuck, that's hot. An almost disappointed whimper leave his lips when Kurt shifts positions and he pauses again, looking dazzled, before his brain re-starts and he helps Kurt out of his pants.

Scott shifts on the bed too so he can lift his back off the bed and lock a hand behind Kurt's head to pull him into a heated kiss. His free one reaches to the side until he can get a hold of the tail, sliding his palm over it and then wrapping his fingers around the arrow-shaped tip to rub it gently. ]

[They should be the norm everywhere, but unfortunately, prejudice and pride exist alongside fear and misunderstanding. What’s unknown is scary and what’s unequal is threatening. Mutants are on both sides of that problem when other humans are involved. Kurt understands this, but he really wishes it weren’t so. He is proud of his mutations, he’s proud that God made him as he is, but… he is still human. And there are times when he wonders… when he wishes… why… and what if. They always make him feel bad, but they’re there. Like it or not.

But every time Scott looks at him, each time he sees his boyfriend, Kurt knows he wouldn’t wish for anything else but the life he has now. With family, friends, purpose, and love. No matter what Scott thinks of himself, Kurt will always be there to prove to him that he’s truly amazing and a blessing. From those laughs of his all cool and proud to the embarrassing squeaks and breathless curses as they move together in the bed; they’e all sounds Kurt loves. It’s impossible for him not to feel loved in return. Scott’s… really intense with that.

He really hopes no one’s around to hear them getting together like this. But, it’s still a school and that’s the risk they take. Plus with the mutant powers running around, well… he’ll try not to think about that. Otherwise he’ll just embarrass himself again. Not what he wants to do when Scott’s making him anything but embarrassed about himself, what with that mischievous smile of his. Some people say they fall in love with people’s eyes. Kurt… Kurt admits he fell in love with Scott’s mouth. It conveys so much emotion, as much as anyone’s eyes. And it’s pretty deadly towards the German mutant’s self-control…

That blown kiss earns a small huff and Kurt deftly pokes Scott right on the corner of his mouth with his tail. Such a saucy guy… But then his hand’s on his boyfriend’s chest and Kurt silently marvels at just how fast his heart’s going.] It alvays gets zis fast for me… [He loves it. Feeling it beating against his hand, his cheek, his lips, his chest, his back… wherever. Almost reluctantly, he pulls away to rise over Scott’s body, holding himself up.] Sorry… But I vant zese off.

[And he gets his want. Hands on his hips, pulling the close-fitting material down off his hips and thighs. He has to shift his legs as well, pulling one over Scott’s body and more or less mounting his leg so his own limbs are close enough they can shuck his pants from them. His tail retreats and he takes practiced care to pull it through the hole without catching his spade on the material. All pretty impressive when he’s bowing his head and kissing his boyfriend in that heated connection. A low whimper bleeds from his lips as he finally tugs his feet free from his pants, kicking them off the bed as that hand wraps around his tail and starts stroking. Scott’s hand on his head, fingers in his hair, and his tail’s spade rubbed in his other palm… It’s such an intense combination of feelings.]

You… you need… [And gives a somewhat pathetic kicking motion at Scott’s legs, toes curling to grip his pants and tug at them.] … off too…

[ A really sad truth. Doesn't make Scott any less willing to change things, though, if anything, it motivates him further. He doesn't see his own mutation as a gift, can't really accept it in such way when it's uncontrollable and can only destroy, but he doesn't ponder much about about the what if possibilities because they hurt too much. So he stays focuses as much as he can, tries to be there for Kurt in those times where faith might fail him a little, and does his best. He knows that often it's not enough.

He leaves the wishing and wondering for another time, now things are about whispered words and inviting touches. Or yelled commands in Kurt's case, but those are far from unwelcome. Had the mutant not moved his tail away from Scott' s mouth so quickly after the poke, he would have kissed it then and there. When his boyfriend points out his fast heartbeat Scott shudders a little, it's still difficult to realize that his weaknesses are on display when Kurt is involved. It's also a relief to know the other wouldn't take advantage of them. ]

Oh, don't mind me... [ He doesn't really get another word in before Kurt starts to pull his pants off, and hell if that isn't always a lovely view. More so when the taller man sits on him like that and Scott's fingers caress Kurt's belly button. He knows it's distracting and playing dirty but it's all part of the fun. Things only get better when the pants are finally out of the way and his hand is again wrapped around Kurt's tail as they kiss. ]

Later. [ Scott murmurs, biting Kurt's lower lips and then peppering his neck with small kisses. It's really not easy to leave hickeys on blue skin but that never stopped Scott from trying. It's not that he doesn't want to get rid off his own clothes, who are growing increasingly more uncomfortable, but that he has Kurt right where he wants him now and moving would be such a shame.

The hand at the back of Kurt's head moves, caressing his neck and then playfully touching the top of a pointy ear. It's all distraction, Scott's good at those when it sits him. His other hand is holding Kurt's tail in a better grip and moving it closer to his mouth, rubbing the tip against his lower lip while looking up at Kurt. ]

Does this feel nice?

[Kurt has seen both sides of the spectrum and those in between. Those who see their powers as a blessing and those who see them as a curse. He understands where both come from, his own mutations doing that very well for him. Blessing of teleportation. Curse of physical mutations. They haven’t talked about this much, but he knows his boyfriend doesn’t see his powers as a blessing. Uncontrolled and destructive, coloring his eyes and trapping him behind a ruby-hued world all the time. Yes, he understands that very well. And Scott does too, being there for Kurt when he’s struggling through his down times. The teleporter tries as best he can to avoid burdening Scott with his low points, but… he hasn’t been able to hide them all the time. And he knows that’s not fair to the man, the same man who loves him so much despite all his mutations.

Perhaps that’s just one of the many layers of why being with Scott like this feels so good. Being touched and loved like this balm so many things. Some might see it as a momentary distraction from the “now” they’re dealing with, but Kurt sees it as so much more. Getting a chance to just be surrounded by Scott’s love and not think about anything but his boyfriend. It’s an utter relief. From the sound of Scott’s voice to the feeling of his heart slamming under his ribs to the heat of his body soaking into Kurt’s. He loves these times, not just for the sexual pleasure and release, but also because he can focus on Scott 100%.

Kurt whines softly when his attention to Scott’s pants gets sidelined with that murmured “later” and he’s dragged down for another kiss. Biting on his lower lip, kissing down his neck until he’s gulping air in heavy breaths. His toes remain curled, clutching Scott’s pants leg as he holds onto him, desperately attempting to keep some control as the suction on his skin tugs harder and harder. Until he feels the circle hot under his flesh and when Scott finally breaks away, there’s a dark violet, almost black plum spot resting on Kurt’s navy throat. It burns like ice for a second when Scott releases him, tender skin sizzling from the cold-by-comparison air. Okay, he left a hickie.

A hard shiver rattles the blue mutant’s spine as Scott’s hand slides up his head, rubbing at his neck, and then--] Scott… [Right on his ear again. Kurt’s eyes lid halfway, a soft moan bleeding over his lips as his attention gets yanked right to the tip of his ear. It darkens into a plum color as blood flushes to it and the German’s hips instinctively buck against his boyfriend’s thigh, rubbing the black boxer-briefs along Scott’s skin. At least until that free hand completes it path and Kurt feels lips brush along the spade of his tail.

His spine arches and Kurt drops his head as a loud keen of surprise and pleasure spills out of him.] Ja--! Sc—a-ah! [Kurt’s tail twitches its length between his spine and the tip trapped in Scott’s hand, almost thrashing and whipping like a trapped serpent. He’s torn between wanting to keep it right there and wanting to pull it away to “safety” outside the reach of that intense pleasure. How’d he get through his life this far and not know how good his tail’d feel if someone started using their mouth on it?!]

[ Maybe one day, once Scott has matured or he managed to feel more at ease with his power that point of view might change. But as long as the lives of the people he loves are in danger because of him, that's unlikely to happen. He can't even kiss Kurt or look at him while his face is bare. It's frustrating. He misses all the nuances and little differences in color on Kurt's skin and how the light touches his scarifications. He sees them, of course, but part of the magic is lost.

So he traces them with his hands his lips, his body instead, right now, he's looking rather proud at the darkening skin that he can spot on the other man's neck, knowing he's to blame for it. He loves having marks in his own body too, the shapes of Kurt's unusual fingerprints on his hips, or even little scratches if he blue mutant's nails dig a bit too hard into his pale skin. But it's not easy to convince Kurt that he's not hurting him, that he likes to see the bruises the next morning and know he belongs to someone else.

There's nothing Scot likes more than making sure his boyfriend feel loved and cared for in return. To reassure him that any part of Kurt is beautiful to Scott, from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. And what an interesting tail it is. Strong and sometimes acting as if it has a life on it's on. Scott hasn't lied when he said he enjoyed it curls around his wait or his neck. But now that it's closer to his mouth, he plans on taking full advantage of that. ]

Yes? [ Oh how much he loves the sound of that moan. It prompts Scott to caress the ear again, feeling it warm up under his finger-pads, always so sensitive. The bucking and press of Kurt's body against his thigh makes Scott's stomach tense for a second, muscles on display, and his cock gives a twitch while still trapped in his jeans. It's a good thing he's a firm believer of delayed gratification because he loves making things last.

He lets out a small sound of surprise and has to grip the tail more firmly because it almost slid away from his grasp. He's going to take all his as a positive sign, even if he also reaches out with his free hand to cup Kurt's face. ]

Relax, love, it's just me. I'll stop if you want me...but I don't think that's the case.

[ The brunette pauses for another moment, his eyes hidden behind the visor but still very clearly looking into Kurt ones to get his message across. If the other doesn't tell him to drop everything and go back to what they usually do when they get naked, then Scott is going to give him a grin. And then he's going to wrap his lip around the tip of the tail before sucking on it. It tastes like the rest of Kurt's skin but it's a little harder against his tongue, sharper of course, and surprisingly smooth. ]

[While he chooses to view his mutations as blessings and with pride, Kurt’s not blind to the problems and dangers other mutants face with their powers or abilities. Or even their looks. He’s seen Scott’s face turn to watch other couples kiss, particularly when one or the other lifts their sunglasses or gazes into their partner’s eyes. Even though Kurt can’t see his boyfriend’s eyes, he can sympathize with what Scott’s feeling. Part of himself locked away behind a quartz prison. Dangerous. Unknown. Of course it’s frustrating. And that’s not even getting into the “color-blindness” of sorts. How many times has Kurt completely embarrassed himself by pointing at a poster or a flowering plant, excitedly talking about the colors, and then realized exactly what he just said. Granted, Scott’s seen those colors before his mutation came about so… it might not be bad all the time. To be treated as normal rather than have everyone tiptoe around him. It’s a delicate balance for sure. Another reason why he likes to be with Scott like this. While his boyfriend’s eyes can’t be completely bared, the rest of them can. Skin to skin, breaths mingling, hands exploring and searching. Something to feel that mix of normal and unique entwined as one.

Lips follow the scars on his flesh and Kurt leans into them, pressing his body to Scott’s wherever they’re connecting. At least his American can see the darkness bloomed on his throat from that hickey. Yeah, Kurt’ll be wearing his collar up tomorrow for a reason other than just “that’s his style” or comfort. *ahem* Sometimes he’ll leave marks on Scott too, but it’s rare due to his protective and shy nature. Scratches or bruises tend to make him feel utterly guilty the following day even as Scott tries to convince him he likes it. But at least Kurt’s becoming more accepting of leaving hickies on his boyfriend. And the occasional bite… though only about half of them are deliberate.

… verdammt. Scott’s being a cheeky brat again. Kurt pulls his head back enough to shoot the other man a pouting glare, though it’s barely holding as his face wants to crumble into another moan again. Which he does soon enough and drops his head, blue-streaked bangs flopping over Scott’s light-skinned shoulder. His mouth falls open, stomach clenching as his lungs pump his air all over his boyfriend’s neck and collar. Between the hand playing with the pointed shell of his ear to the hand and mouth tormenting the tip of his tail, Kurt’s a tightly-arched blue wire above Scott right now. He at least manages to crack one amber eye open enough to luck out on getting a very nice view of his boyfriend’s stomach tightening up like that, abs prominently showing under his skin. The sight steals Kurt’s breath for a moment, tongue rushing over his fangs.

Then melts all over again the hand on his ear abandons the pointed perch and cups his face. He lifts his head as Scott brushes his face, eyes dilated from lust and affection. Being told to relax… being called “love”… and pointing out he definitely doesn’t want to stop. Those things make his heart slam all over his ribs again.] Nein… I don’t… [He tries his best to relax, forcing his tail’s thrashing to stop so he won’t pull it out of Scott’s grip again. The moment’s pause at least gives him some chance to finally tug his leg back over Scott’s other leg, so he can straddle his lover’s hips and clench his waist and thighs between his own kneeling limbs.]

Keep going… [Kurt leans forward and gently bumps his forehead against Scott’s. Bringing himself so near the other’s eyes, his own gaze looking right into the ruby visor blocking his boyfriend’s. A blue nose brushes white since he’s not going to brush his tail aside for a kiss just yet. And since his ‘troublemaker’ boyfriend’s grinning at him again. Kurt’s mouth falls open, eyes widening as lips close around the tip of his spade. A silent moan of surprise and pleasure spills out and Kurt’s stomach quivers as his air stammers on his tongue. That—that’s not something he’s felt before. Feels like—fireworks? All over his spade, radiating from the tip resting in Scott’s warm mouth. Kurt clutches at his boyfriend’s shoulders with his hands, two fingers and thumbs holding onto his skin hard enough to squeeze his muscles. His legs likewise clench up around Scott’s jeans-clad lower half and Kurt has to remind himself to breathe.]

[ The lack of eye contact is the most hurtful part. Not so much because he isn't used to a world of red by now, but because it feels like he's not giving his partner all of himself. Part of him, even if it's something as absurd as the color of his eyes and the expressions that come with them, must always remain hidden. The visor is both a crutch and a curse.

He can't share people's joy for watching movies, sightseeing or even simpler things like shopping for clothes. He needs help to do the later lest he ends mixing colors that clash horribly, and at his age, it's beyond frustrating. And so, Scott mostly sticks to greys, blues, and blacks. Simpler colors, but it's hard to mess up yoru wardrobe while wearing those. Dull colors for a dull life. Not like the rest of their life as part of the x-men doesn't make it up for it, it's anything but boring.

None of those issues is something he wants to think about now and thanks to Kurt, he doesn't have to. The other man has the natural ability to make Scott feel better with himself, to feel loved and special. If he's focusing on Kurt's love and his pleasure, Scott doesn't think about his own shortcomings. He loves the way Kurt reach to his touches, light or meaningful, teasing or challenging. And yes knowing that he's the reason why Kurt is wearing scarves or high collars makes Scott smile to himself.

Given how the touches to his tail are affecting him, Scott hopes he can goat his boyfriend into using those lovely fangs of his in vengeance. Kurt's head is already bowing over his shoulder, heated breath against his pale skin, it would be so easy. But of course, Kurt chooses this moment to be absolutely sweet and Scott shouldn't have been surprised. ]

Good. Me neither. [ He gives him time to gather his bearings, to really make an attempt to ease his quickly beating heart and his nerves. The tail no longer feels like a living thing under his palm, it's still warm and undulating but Scott doesn't fear to lose his grip on it anymore. Kurt moves and it's his turn to gasp at the extra weigh on his lap, mentally thinking Oh, yes when strong thighs trap him. All that jumping around and climbing walls sure did wonders to the blue mutant's muscles. ]

As you wish. [ His eyes close behind the visor as they press their forehead together, the touches of his hands slowing down but not stilling. It's more fun, in the long run, to keep Kurt on the edge of pleasure, close but not yet there. Scott keeps his answers short because he likes the tails were it is too, pressing against his lower lip when he isn't bowing his head a little to suck the tip into his mouth again to nip and lick at it.

Scott arches up against him as Kurt shudders in pleasure, slipping a hand down the bare stomach, fingers tracing the Enoch patterns until it ends between his legs and strokes the inner thigh. He softly cups Kurt, so light it's a tease, as his tongue presses flat against the arrow-shaped tail, licking a trail from the wide base to the sharper point. Kurt digging his thumbs on his shoulders only makes it all better. Scott pulls back enough to meet his eyes, smiling wickedly. ]

Had I know this was how you'd react, I would have done it sooner. [ One of his hands is on Kurt's cock, squeezing it through the black boxers while the other gripped his tail. ] However, I am still very interested in feeling you wreck my throat with your cock.

[ And okay, maybe Scott said that to make Kurt squeak and to see the way his pupils dilated when he was aroused but it doesn't make the words less true. Sorry, not sorry, Kurt. The brunette still wants that tail curled around his neck but he doesn't mind waiting. ]

[He may never get to see Scott’s eyes, but he knows that behind the visor and glasses, they’re beautiful. Even if he can’t see them now, Kurt feels their gaze. Affection, frustration, amusement, sadness, he can tell thanks to Scott’s face, and imagines from his eyes. He still hasn’t convinced Scott to let him kiss him without his visor on (and yes, he understands why), but maybe someday…

But Kurt would be hard pressed to agree that Scott’s life is dull. Even with the burden of his mutant powers, there are always so many things to do. To learn. To experience. Of course, someone coming from Kurt’s background would think such a thing. Scott, having lived here all his life, would probably see American life as dull. But it’s hard for the German immigrant to think so. Even shopping with Scott leaves him amazed at all the options. Grey, blue, black, yes, but so many shades, the textures are different, they have designs, the stores are so bright and clean. And a lot of them have candy… He’ll still get transfixed by television sets every now and then. And it’s fun to play around in the dressing rooms! (Yes, that way too. Thanks, Scott.)

Just like now. When all those worries and struggles melt away into a drooling pile under the bed, not to be thought of again until much later. It’s impossible to think of anything but Scott as his body arches above his and his eyes flutter shut while the other man’s hand works around his body in all those different places. Sometimes he gets foolish thoughts, like why bother wearing clothes in his room when Scott’s the only one here. Obviously because it’s fun for them both to pull clothes off. Part of the romance and intimacy, right? He loves it… all the things Scott brings to his live. Even high collars and scarfs.

There’s a certain mix of power and passion when he clenches his legs around Scott’s thighs and hips. Muscles flexing long and defined in his thighs and calves as he rubs his knees against his boyfriend’s hips and shifts on top of him. Mentally he wants to close his legs on instinct and feeling Scott’s strong body blocking him from doing so is a thrill that’s hard to pass. The jeans still covering his boyfriend’s legs and waist, however, are starting to get a little annoying. He wants to touch his skin, like his hands feeling over the other mutant’s shoulders, wandering down his arms, touching the sculpture of his chest.

A soft moan of Scott’s name oozes over the man’s mouth and Kurt nuzzles his forehead against his boyfriend’s, nose occasionally bumping against the silver visor. He’s learned how best to touch his face with his own in lieu of visor or glasses. Cheek to cheek, lips to lips, etc. That moan turns into something louder and needy as Scott’s hand wanders down his chest, following the patterns of his angel marks, over the contours of his muscle, and finally settles on the inside of his thigh, something that encourages him to hike one leg up and out to give his boyfriend room to touch him there. Only made “worse” as that same hand finally cups his arousal through the light material of his boxer briefs. Kurt sucks in a gasp, hips bucking into the touch instinctively, pressing his already hardened shaft against Scott’s palm.

And he’s still doing torment on his tail! A low whimper bleeds over his lips as Kurt drops his head again, pressing his mouth to Scott’s neck and sucking to try and stifle some of the noises. Little nips and licks at the tip were mind-blowing enough, but now he’s actively licking the flat of it, making the entire appendage arch and shudder tangibly as his tongue goes from the base to the point. He feels Scott pull his head back and does the same, looking down at him with a flushed face and hooded eyes, one hidden somewhat behind his hanging sweep of bangs. That wicked smile…]

I’ve surprised… you didn’t. [His words hike as Scott squeezes him and his tail together, making his body clench up where he’s gripping his boyfriend. Who then goes on to drop that bomb of a flirt and Kurt’s face goes instantly plum as his breath comes out in a tell-tale squeak.] Scott! [He gapes at him, teeth clashing vividly with his lips and mouth. All these years with his boyfriend and Kurt still gets T-boned by dirty talk. Which, if his cock’s any sort of traitor, he obviously likes. Guilty pleasure. His hands tighten on Scott’s shoulder, a sort of herald to the German teleporter making a decision.]

Zen… on your back? Or do you vant to kneel?

[ It's truly a shame that Scott didn't bring with him any photos when he started living at the Mansion. One day he will have to go back to his old house and grab a few so he can at least show Kurt what his blue eyes looked like. It hurts to think about what was lost, however, not just the color in his vision but mainly his brother and the rest of his family. It might take a while until he gets the photos back.

Scott has other matters to focus on, much more pleasant and also blue. He could watch Kurt writhe on top of him and feel him squish his thigh all day long. It's such a gorgeous view, a gorgeous man, that it baffled Scott that not everyone can see him the same way. Come to think of it, part of Scott is a little glad that not everyone gets as stupidly awestruck by Kurt's beauty as he does. He's always had a jealous streak and even Charles had informed Scott that, now that he's shifting his previous burst of anger into passive-aggressiveness, that is somehow more intimidating.

Kurt is not the only one thinking that it's time for the jeans to go, his pants have been growing increasingly more uncomfortable as Kurt kept shifting and grinding down on him. Scott's been too interested in the textures of Kurt's tail and the sounds that were being torn from the man's throat to concern himself with his own pleasure. Kurt's touches are both exciting and sweet in return, and the second ones might still be Scott favorite. The way his boyfriend nuzzles his face, cheekbones and forehead, makes his heart skip a beat and a happy sigh to escape his own lips. His hand is still firm against Kurt's groin, palm massaging and adding pressure as the other man's mouth gets close to his neck. Scott tilts his head back, the pale column of his throat on display, inviting.

He will argue that he's not making anything 'worse'. Kurt seems to be pretty happy with what Scott's hands are doing, or at least part of him is. He's not going to stop for now, not unless Kurt shows real signs of discomfort or tells him no. They know each other enough to push limits without crossing them. Just like now, when Kurt's face light up with embarrassment at the blunt suggestion. Scott has yet to meet a man who didn't like getting their cock sucked, especially by their favorite partner, so it was a pretty safe bet that Kurt wouldn't be any different. ]

I get chewed out constantly by your room neighbor because of the commotion we make, which isn't really fair because you're the one who makes the most noise...but I think it is because they always hear my name yelled.

[ Scott says conversationally, watching the color bloom in Kurt's cheekbones in the same way a cat stares a juicy looking mouse. The first time he ever said anything remotely close to dirty talk, years ago by now, it had been an accident but he never forgot the reaction it got him. So Scott did what he does when life shows him a puzzle that needs to be solved: he obsessed over it, practiced and learned until he got it right. Admittedly, dirty talk with Kurt is easy because he doesn't have to say ridiculous things, more often than not it's enough just telling Kurt the things he wants to do to him. Or mention things Scott want to have done to him in return, although those are rarer. ]

I like you on top of me. I've got a really pretty view from there. [ He turns his face towards the tail still in his grip and gives it a sweet, last kiss, lips pressed against the flat side before Scott lets go. ] Maybe it's time we ditch the rest of the clothes.

[Likewise, Kurt found himself routinely distracted by his boyfriend’s handsome features and attractive body. He’d drift from lessons, gazing at Scott where he sat by the bay window, captivated by the way the light streamed around him through the glass and illuminated his hair and dusted his cheeks. Other times he’d lie awake at night, listening to the sound of his lover’s gentle breath beside him and propped up on an elbow so he could take in the sight of him under the moonlight. From the shape of his jaw to the addicting cut of athletic muscles to the light hue of his skin reminding Kurt of moonlight and peach cream. Of course… it was hard to get lost in admiring Scott’s body so intimately during sex because Scott was never just lying there doing nothing while Kurt stared at him. Being naked kind of does that…

Kurt may not be the jealous type, but he is protective and values his relationships. Seeing Scott visit with others or hang out with other friends never bothers the teleporter. But other things can ruffle him, like seeing someone eyeing his boyfriend in that way up and down or trying to flirt with Scott while Kurt’s nearby. Might definitely walk up and stand beside the other man, close enough it’s obvious. There was that one time, however, when the stranger wasn’t backing off and Kurt actually bared his fangs and snarled at him. (Of course, anyone who knew Kurt would probably say his aggressive attempt was more cat purr…) He loves Scott, so he’ll protect him and guard him from others as he sees fit.

It's tempting when Scott tilts his head back and exposes his throat. Kurt’s not blind to that desire his boyfriend’s expressed. Biting him… He’s bitten him in the past. Mostly on accident and anything on purpose more just a pinch or nip than that intimate sink Scott’s murmured to him a few times. And yes… he’s wanted to a number of times. In the heat of passion, when his rationale’s all but evaporated. It’s only Kurt’s timid and protective nature that’s prevented him from really sinking his teeth and fangs into Scott’s neck. Or shoulder. Or arm… But… he’s been thinking about it more. Tempts himself with a slow lick of his tongue up Scott’s throat, from the dip of his collarbone all the way over his trachea and Adam’s apple and finally off his chin. Maybe some revenge for that hand still cupping his groin and making him shiver and quake as he massages him.

Those limits between them. They’re real and Kurt marvels each time Scott encourages him to push past another one. Sex had been one exploration after another, from petting and kissing to finally getting naked and penetrating. He’s come ~~a lot~~ a long way thanks to his American lover. It still doesn’t make dirty talk easier to swallow.

Especially not when it goes into that!]

I tried biting ze pillow! [His face probably could make steam right now. His neighbors are hounding Scott about their noise?! Obviously. He knows this, but Kurt still flushes deeply and buries his face in Scott’s neck for a few moments to hide and compose himself. Pointing out he’s the one that makes the most noise—and incriminates Scott—definitely gets him squirming on the inside. And not completely out of mortification.] I don’t zink I can stop… yelling your name.

[Kurt doesn’t want to either. He nips at his boyfriend’s neck in slight vindictive intent, then leans back and looks down at Scott with a flushed-faced, yet intense gaze, amber eyes practically glowing around his lust-blown pupils.] I don’t vant to… Zey’re probably more upset you’re vith me zan zey are zat ve’re making noise. [There’s a lace of pride in his voice admitting that. It feels good. People still gets surprised to learn they’re dating. Kurt feels blessed to be with someone as handsome and charming as Scott. Loving and amazing. Strong and… sexy. Yes. Definitely sexy.

His tail twitches once when Scott kisses it and Kurt pulls it behind him once the other mutant releases him. Night-blue lips part at the suggestion and a heated breath husks a growling purr over his shadowed-but-visible teeth.] It’s long-since been time, Scott. [The German mutant tilts forward and both hands plant themselves on the American’s pale shoulders, thumbs tucked slightly under his arms, fingers rounding his shoulder ball. He presses down firmly, keeping Scott flush on the bed, eyes still glowing into his boyfriend’s visor.] Stay.

[Contentedly pinning him, Kurt lifts his hips and arches his back, rising up on top of Scott like a almost-naked blue feline just pounced on his prey. He slides his legs back, deliberately stepping down on Scott’s shins, both toes on each foot spreading and pinching at the mutant’s pants legs. Long muscles flex in his thighs and his calves harden like a runner ready to take off. Kurt curls his tail between his own legs, reaching blindly up Scott’s groin and pointedly cupping the kiss-glazed arrowhead over his cock. Massages once or twice before deftly picking his fly open with the tip. Then pressing in to drag his zipper down. Kurt’s tempted to take longer, but his impatience and arousal is winning. A few tugs with his tail gets Scott’s pants loose enough and he abruptly spirals his tail around his lover’s waist. And hoists upward, clearing Scott’s hips and ass from the bed.

There. Now he can rake back with both legs and use his toes and claws to start dragging Scott’s pants down his legs. Careful not to rip or tear them, but forceful enough he hopes Scott gets the picture Kurt’s been very patient with all that amazing oral-tail-torture.]

[ Had Scott known the sort of thoughts that went through Kurt's head when he's doing nothing particularly special, in class or next to him sleeping, he would surely have made a fool of himself blushing from head to toe. Alex was the handsome one in his family and Scott never gave his own looks much, if any, thought. He considered himself average and the murder eyes didn't help his self-esteem. Kurt thinking differently made him a very lucky man.

It's because of his own way of seeing himself that Scott rarely actually notices if others are paying him more attention. It amused Jean to no end before Scott and Kurt got together. Sometimes they would be hanging out and somebody would ask Scott if they were together. Then Scott would not understand the look of confusion on the person's face after he told them that 'no, the pretty redhead isn't dating anybody but you're allowed to try if you dare', and Jean would giggle herself sick. It took her a while to make him believe they weren't asking about her being single. It only really dawned on him when Kurt growled at a particular insistent girl that was making Scott uncomfortable and he couldn't pint point why. That had been pretty hot, especially the sound Kurt made.

It made Scott feel wanted, like now, more so with Kurt's hot tongue running up his neck and making him moan softly. Little touches that mean s much and leave him squirming under the blue mutant's weight. ]

Are you trying to make me jealous of a pillow? [ 'Bite me instead', isn't said but implied. Plus, Scott likes to hear all sounds Kurt ends making, especially if they are his fault. There's a proud sort of feeling that comes with...well, making someone come. ]

I never said I wanted you to stop, love. [ Kurt words implying that others might be jealous and the harder nip make Scott's cheekbones flush bright pink. For all his jokes and snark, praise thrown at his direction is often disarming. Kind words are Scott's version of dirty talk, it seems. ] Leave the poor pillows alone, who cares about others overhearing.

[ He makes a brief, disappointed face when the tail moves away from his grasp even though it's necessary. The pout on Scott's lips doesn't last long, he's quickly interested in the way Kurt is shifting, the determination of his movements and the slightly predatory air to his posture. He lets the other maneuver him, compliant and almost purring after the command while Kurt pushes his back down on the bed and then undresses them.

Kurt keeps his eyes down and Scott keeps his eyes on Kurt. And then his boyfriend is the one playing dirty with that tail and Scott's back arches a little from the mattress when it gropes him through the layers of clothes he's still wearing. He's left panting then staring as the expert tail manages to get his fly open because wow, that takes skill and Scott looks appropriately impressed. Not to mention turned on when said tail lifts him up, which is obvious in more than one way once his hard cock is exposed. ]

Now, who's playing dirty... [ He murmurs when Kurt's done with his pants. Scott's voice is husky and low because unlike Kurt, he's pretty quiet during sex no matter what they were doing. It's a habit he can't really shake, from growing up living with so many people.

He was about to set the pillows against the headboard so they supported his shoulders and he lay there, but letting Kurt do as he pleases seems like a much better option now. He wants to reach out and touch the other more but he's done a ton of that in the last minutes and Scott guesses that Kurt earned this, that he has to be patient now. ]

Are you going to keep me waiting? Or do you want me to beg for your cock?

[ He can be patient. What he can't be is quiet. ]

[He’s timid and shy; there’s no getting around that. His kindness and pacifism make it seem that Kurt harbors no aggression or dominance. And yet, there’s plenty of fire and a feral streak in the demonic-looking mutant that even he can’t completely deny exists. So many times he’s wondered what keeps him from simply giving in and becoming what so many people have accused him of being. He could be selfish, he could be possessive, he could be a terror. But those very thoughts frighten him terribly. And that fear is all Kurt needs to realize exactly why he can’t be those things. No matter what he looks like, acts like or is seen as.

Still there are times when something inside sparks and midnight cobalt flares into brilliant cerulean. Scott’s one of those “times.” Kurt’s been aggressive, dispatching an entire room of opponents in a furious and desperate show of acrobatic violence amid clouds of sulfur smoke and blinding shadow. He’s been dominant, pinning his boyfriend to the wall or bed by his shoulders or stepping up beside him and snarling at the girl who wouldn’t take the blatant hint. All because the man he loves has been threatened. Love… is a scary thing at times.

But he regrets none of it. From their first meeting to now. Because if Scott feels wanted, cherished, then Kurt’s happy. No one should ever feel unwanted or alone in this world. Just, Scott should feel un-alone with him. He can’t help that possessive feeling. The same one that encourages him to wrap his tail around Scott’s waist when they’re wandering through a crowd or hold his hand while they’re walking down the school halls. Or run his tongue up his neck as he keeps his boyfriend’s body pinned to the bed right where he wants him. That moan, soft as it is, only encourages those feelings. Scott squirming is distractingly attractive.]

Nein. But zat vould’ve needed bandages. [He gets the implied comment. Biting Scott. It’s obviously been brought up before and he still balks at things beyond nips and nibbles. As for the sounds he makes, well… that’s all on Kurt’s embarrassment at having other people hear him during his passionate times with his boyfriend. Luckily for the American, Kurt doesn’t always muffle himself. Lack of pillows or busy arms see to that. Not that he hasn’t screamed into Scott’s shoulders or neck a number of times. His lover can do so many amazing things with his body… And yes, he agrees (in this heated moment) with Scott on the whole not caring about what others think.

There’s pleasure in feeling Scott go pliant and offering beneath him. Letting him move him as he wants, keeping him pinned on his back as his tail manipulates the American’s hips into that flexible arch. He can feel Scott’s rumbling purr in his trunk, rippling faintly yet noticeably through his tail and under his shoulders. A devilish grin bares his fangs when Scott jumps in surprise at his tail’s deft work on his fly. Ja, he’s had a lifetime of using his tail as a fifth hand, so it’s no issue for him to pop open that button and drag his zipper apart to loosen his pants. The heat drifting up from his boyfriend’s groin and bathing the spade of his tail is an insane temptation, urging him to simply shove the entire arrowhead of the appendage down Scott’s pants and just rub there where it’s hot and smooth and sensitive…]

I had a good teacher. [When it comes to playing dirty. Kurt’s amber gaze drifts along his boyfriend’s flexing stomach and lowers to the prominent bulge swelling under the tight confines of his underwear. Without thinking, the blue mutant’s tongue sweeps between his lips, pressing to his upper teeth. It’s a miracle he doesn’t rip his boyfriend’s pants as he shucks them off his feet with his own and then tosses them who cares where. Unable to resist the new temptation, however, Kurt sinks down, knees pressing to the bed and sliding backwards. His spine arches and the teleporter eases himself down on top of his boyfriend.

Legs brush first, gliding his feet and ankles along Scott’s legs until he can lazily tangle them with his lover’s limbs. His own throbbing arousal touches next, the bare film of fabric still lingering between them, but it’s nowhere near enough to block the shape and size of their cocks as they rub and settle against each other. Stomach next, defined sleek abdominals meeting Scott’s honed sculpture. That purr entwins with his own as their chests meld together, heartbeats slamming under pectorals as blue and light settle flush.

And finally their arms, as Kurt slides his hands off Scott’s shoulders and down his boyfriend’s arms until he can interlace their fingers. As normal, Kurt’s middle digit slips between Scott’s middle and ring fingers while his “pinky” cups the side of Scott’s hand, cradling his fifth finger. There’s a gentle comfort that their thumbs at least can “hold hands” normally, though Kurt’s always touched Scott’s adapted to the admittedly-strange position his fingers have to go when he laces fingers with Kurt’s mutated hands. It’s become something of a promise to him, that Scott can never mistake any other hand for his. Even if he can’t see them.

Blue lips find Scott’s and Kurt sinks into a deep kiss, long body stretched out all over his lover’s, touching him in as many places as he possibly can. Yes, he’s earned this for a minute or so at least. Feeling and touching, getting the man he loves all over him. Sex is amazing, but for someone who’s had plenty of people avoid touching him or even being near him for his entire life, Kurt loves just being able to be in contact with Scott. Anywhere. Everywhere. There’s no avoiding flinch. No stiff reluctance. Only acceptance and desire. It makes him feel so warm…]

Don’t beg. [Of course Scott can’t be quiet. As much as it sometimes exasperates Kurt, the German loves his boyfriend’s sometimes brattish mouth.] I’ll get zere in just a minute… Let me enjoy zis.

[ Everyone had a temper when the right, or rather the wrong, buttons were pressed. Charles might insist that they're powers are gifts but those can turn into a tool of destruction if handled wrong. People were the same. Just because Kurt didn't show it often it didn't mean it wasn't there and the times Scott had witnessed said fire it are branded in his memory. This time its nothing as dramatic as a mission gone wrong or Kurt suffering, which he can't be thankful enough for, and the other man's demeanor is making Scott almost giddy.

He enjoys seeing Kurt like this, a little predatory but the good sort, acting out for a better reason than a fight. He's never happier than when Kurt is pinning him down against any surface available, maybe because Scott himself is a little less prone to do that in return, in fear that it would startle his boyfriend too much. He likes pushing Kurt's buttons, not break any limits, but has no concerns when it comes to the blue mutant doing that to him. It makes him feel loved, knowing someone wants to keep him for themselves, and it makes him feel protected. Hence the surprisingly exciting feeling he got when Kurt had jumped him last night and the tail ended curled around his neck, squeezing just right.

Ah yes, you do have very sharp fangs. By the affectionate rumble in Scott's voice, that is the opposite of a problem to him. He can deal with bandages, bites eventually heal. And the small prickle of pain when Kurt nips at his skin only make the good feeling even better. Maybe's Scott's brain is just wired wrong for thinking that, and It's probably something worth pondering in detail but not tonight. Thinking about the gasps and moans he can earn if he takes good care of Kurt makes all the ruined pillows unimportant as well, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. ]

Mischief is a good look on you. [ Scott smiles, only feeling a tad self-conscious about his body under Kurt's heated stare.

It's absurd because they know each other skin like their own, but Scott can't help but wish he was a little taller, or more muscular, or maybe even have a tail too if Kurt might be interested if any of those things. He's about to say something else when his pants go missing and Kurt presses their bodies together, making him close his eyes and moan at the friction. And okay, maybe Scott's good enough to keep him interested, the way their hardness press down together pretty much proves the point.

Scott wants to lift his thighs and squeeze Kurt's body closer, craving all the contact, but Kurt's already tangled their legs together which is also nice. In that split second before their hands meet every nerve in the brunette's body is electrified and then it only gets better. He makes another helpless sound and squeezes Kurt's hand, trembling under him with the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words or physical gratification. It's not fair that these are the kind of gestures that leave Scott undone because all he ever wanted is a connection. ]

D-don't be mean. [He admonishes, voice vulnerable now soft and embarrassment bright in his cheekbones, knowing full well that Kurt is anything but that.

Thank the God Kurt believes in that he gets kissed soon enough, his lips already meeting the other's mid-way. Scott free hand reaches up, cupping the back of Kurt's head, fingers threading through he dark locks and nails scrapping the scalp lightly. He sees sex as an expression of love, of their bond and intimacy, but it's hardly the only thing in Scott's mind even when he's sprawled out underneath his boyfriend, their clothes on the floor except for the underwear.

There's a small sound of agreement blooming on the back of Scott's throat, the only coherent reply Kurt gets for his request. He puts another brief kiss to these gorgeous and full blue his lips before moving to Kurt's jawline and neck. Slow kisses and nips, not mean to rush or tease but for both of them to savor every moment. ]

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"the night sky beside the moon" is such a pretty comparison, gosh

aww thanks. it really is~

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