[His mouth gaped open at the lighthearted scowl Quentin gave him, the violet tint of his cheeks darkening when he realized that the telepath had probably heard his thoughts. Kurt shrugged, the tips of his fangs poking out over his bottom lip in the best 'innocent' smile he could offer; he couldn't help it - the difference of their skin enthralled him to the point that he couldn't help but admire it.]
Absolutely. I-- [he hesitated when Quentin licked over another one of the marks, the compression of his nails increasing. He wanted to ask him to go faster, but part of him was delighting in the pace, the slow drag of Quentin's tongue, the second scrape of teeth that earned a high-pitched moan in return.
There were marks left behind - long and border-lining on almost too red, though nothing that hinted at broken skin. He blinked at the movement beneath him, rolling himself forward by the grip around Quentin's shoulders.] F-For what?
[It was only-- ... oh. Kurt took a moment to glance downward, the curve of his lips lifting into a far more mischievous grin. He shifted the arm not around Quentin's shoulders, dipping it between them and applying a small amount of pressure to Quentin's erection with the heel of his hand.] This is no reason to apologize, Quentin. It tells me you are enjoying yourself.
[And besides, it wasn't like his own remaining clothes weren't starting to become too constricting for his liking.]
-clutches chest- i would never ignore! tbh, i'd wait forever for a tag to this. i LOVE IT 8'D
Absolutely. I-- [he hesitated when Quentin licked over another one of the marks, the compression of his nails increasing. He wanted to ask him to go faster, but part of him was delighting in the pace, the slow drag of Quentin's tongue, the second scrape of teeth that earned a high-pitched moan in return.
There were marks left behind - long and border-lining on almost too red, though nothing that hinted at broken skin. He blinked at the movement beneath him, rolling himself forward by the grip around Quentin's shoulders.] F-For what?
[It was only-- ... oh. Kurt took a moment to glance downward, the curve of his lips lifting into a far more mischievous grin. He shifted the arm not around Quentin's shoulders, dipping it between them and applying a small amount of pressure to Quentin's erection with the heel of his hand.] This is no reason to apologize, Quentin. It tells me you are enjoying yourself.
[And besides, it wasn't like his own remaining clothes weren't starting to become too constricting for his liking.]