[If he bites hard enough, he can draw blood, but that doesn't seem to be his intent - yet. He works over the spot with a decent mix of lips, tongue and teeth until there's a hellacious bruise, more than a little irritated, considering the deep shade of purple. His mouth closes around the contusion, tongue circling before he pulls away and moves to another spot, further up Quentin's neck this time.
The responsive sounds he's earning simply spur him on, urge him to continue as he forms another mark on the side of the pink-haired male's neck. A whimper of his own breaks free against the skin between his teeth at the harder grasp of his hair, his heart hammering for more than one reason now. He lowers one hand, wrapping it around Quentin's waist and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, dragging it upward along with grazing his claws up the length of his spine to press into the spot between his shoulder blades.
Usually, he might pull back, offer up a breathy response, but Quentin told him not to stop, so he'll oblige. With a second mark in place, Kurt brushes his lips all the way up to the pulse-point then down, burying his teeth into the front of his throat and thrusting his hips forward as soon as the other male's leg slips between his own. He moans low in his throat, somewhere between stupidly needy sounding and an almost possessive growl, the spade of his tail dipping between them to tease over Quentin's abdomen.]
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The responsive sounds he's earning simply spur him on, urge him to continue as he forms another mark on the side of the pink-haired male's neck. A whimper of his own breaks free against the skin between his teeth at the harder grasp of his hair, his heart hammering for more than one reason now. He lowers one hand, wrapping it around Quentin's waist and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, dragging it upward along with grazing his claws up the length of his spine to press into the spot between his shoulder blades.
Usually, he might pull back, offer up a breathy response, but Quentin told him not to stop, so he'll oblige. With a second mark in place, Kurt brushes his lips all the way up to the pulse-point then down, burying his teeth into the front of his throat and thrusting his hips forward as soon as the other male's leg slips between his own. He moans low in his throat, somewhere between stupidly needy sounding and an almost possessive growl, the spade of his tail dipping between them to tease over Quentin's abdomen.]