[His blush managed to defy reason and turn an even deeper crimson. Honestly, the feeling of the heat of the flush coming off his cheeks was making him feel more embarrassed and somehow blush even harder. Could he just disappear now?]
Yea... but... [He realizes he'd been holding his breath and lets out a shaky exhale as Kurt start to slip his hand between them. His eyes are locked on it at first until his gaze flickers back up to look Kurt in the eyes, uncertainty and a hint of panic written all over his face. The uncertainty seems to immediately dissipate, replaced swiftly by an unfocused look of pleasure, lips parted to take another shaky breath, when Kurt touches him.] Shi-it. Yeah. Uh. I am. Um.
[Okay, now, if he could just pretend like that wasn't the first time anyone's ever actually touched him like that or done anything more than make out, he'd be golden. Idie usually jokingly called him gross at this point and promptly ended the kissing, but if that wasn't the case...
Biting his lower lip, he hesitantly ran his fingers down Kurt's chest, skimming along his waistband before starting to dip a little lower.] So... this is okay? [His eyes were on Kurt's, looking for a reaction, as he cupped him through the fabric and started massaging and kneading gently.
It would be easier to just take a quick peek into Kurt's head and see what he was thinking, how much he was okay with, but the last thing Quentin wanted to see were the other thoughts he was sure were flitting through the mutant's head, the ones where Kurt thought he was a loser or had no idea what he was doing, or worse yet, where he wished Quentin was someone else. Honestly, it was just better not to look.]
yaaay :3
Yea... but... [He realizes he'd been holding his breath and lets out a shaky exhale as Kurt start to slip his hand between them. His eyes are locked on it at first until his gaze flickers back up to look Kurt in the eyes, uncertainty and a hint of panic written all over his face. The uncertainty seems to immediately dissipate, replaced swiftly by an unfocused look of pleasure, lips parted to take another shaky breath, when Kurt touches him.] Shi-it. Yeah. Uh. I am. Um.
[Okay, now, if he could just pretend like that wasn't the first time anyone's ever actually touched him like that or done anything more than make out, he'd be golden. Idie usually jokingly called him gross at this point and promptly ended the kissing, but if that wasn't the case...
Biting his lower lip, he hesitantly ran his fingers down Kurt's chest, skimming along his waistband before starting to dip a little lower.] So... this is okay? [His eyes were on Kurt's, looking for a reaction, as he cupped him through the fabric and started massaging and kneading gently.
It would be easier to just take a quick peek into Kurt's head and see what he was thinking, how much he was okay with, but the last thing Quentin wanted to see were the other thoughts he was sure were flitting through the mutant's head, the ones where Kurt thought he was a loser or had no idea what he was doing, or worse yet, where he wished Quentin was someone else. Honestly, it was just better not to look.]