[With how red Quentin is turning, he's almost concerned the other male is going to become some sort of mutant tomato. It makes him smile though, knowing that he isn't the only one that's more than a little anxious.]
But? [Kurt tips his head to the side, iridescent eyes glittering with curiosity; he can sense the unease before Quentin even meets his eyes again, his own heart starting to quicken, pulse throbbing away in his ears. Although, when the telepath's features practically melt into a far more pleasured look, he relaxes a little bit, shifting his hand up to grip and tug at the waistband of Quentin's shorts.] It's all right to be nervous. I am, too.
[Regardless of how easy he might be making it seem. Sure, he's been kissed and he's touched himself like, twice, but he's never gotten this close and he definitely hasn't been caressed like that before.
A stuttering exhale, followed closely by a moan is the response to Quentin's hand trailing down his chest and lowering to rub across his hard-on through the fabric of his leggings, hips instantly rolling into his hand.] M-More than okay, ja? [To return the favor, he tentatively dipped his own hand past the elastic of the other male's pants, slightly trembling fingers seeking out and teasing over the hardened flesh beneath in a far bolder move than he'd thought imaginable.
If Quentin were to look into his mind, he would see that Kurt was more than content with his current position and company. He didn't think of those things - quite the opposite, really. The two of them were both inexperienced when it came to this, so who was he to judge what was right and wrong?]
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But? [Kurt tips his head to the side, iridescent eyes glittering with curiosity; he can sense the unease before Quentin even meets his eyes again, his own heart starting to quicken, pulse throbbing away in his ears. Although, when the telepath's features practically melt into a far more pleasured look, he relaxes a little bit, shifting his hand up to grip and tug at the waistband of Quentin's shorts.] It's all right to be nervous. I am, too.
[Regardless of how easy he might be making it seem. Sure, he's been kissed and he's touched himself like, twice, but he's never gotten this close and he definitely hasn't been caressed like that before.
A stuttering exhale, followed closely by a moan is the response to Quentin's hand trailing down his chest and lowering to rub across his hard-on through the fabric of his leggings, hips instantly rolling into his hand.] M-More than okay, ja? [To return the favor, he tentatively dipped his own hand past the elastic of the other male's pants, slightly trembling fingers seeking out and teasing over the hardened flesh beneath in a far bolder move than he'd thought imaginable.
If Quentin were to look into his mind, he would see that Kurt was more than content with his current position and company. He didn't think of those things - quite the opposite, really. The two of them were both inexperienced when it came to this, so who was he to judge what was right and wrong?]