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[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.]

[Quentin makes a strangled, soft noise as he tries and fails to stifle a needy moan. Blood would be a bit much, but these bruises were perfection, such an amazing balance between pain and pleasure. The mix of the fresh bruised, sensitive skin, Kurt's cooling saliva and the heated breath sent a few embarrassing trembles through his body, down his spine. He ended up biting his own lip harder than any of Kurt's.

It was all for nothing when he arched off the bed again gasping noisily at the unexpected feeling of Kurt's nails running up his spine, pushing their hips closer together needily with a soft, exhaled whimper. Half of him hated how ridiculous he sounded, and probably looked, the other half though, fuck he needed out of this shirt. He twisted briefly untangling from Kurt, just long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it away, yanking at Kurt's as well.] Whoa. [He paused to run his hands back down over Kurt's chest after leaving his shirt bunched up around his neck, smiling up at him looking dazed and out of breath.] Workout much? You're fucking jacked. [Okay, not jacked, but that was a good thing. He chuckled, tracing down Kurt's lean, toned abdomen. Quentin was mostly just lean. He probably had a muscle... or two. Somewhere.

There it was. A bit of muscle. He flexed as he fought off another laugh when the tip of Kurt's tail tickled a trail over his stomach.] Growl like that again. [He mumbled as he pushed himself up more so he could lean in and work a mix of light bites and flicks of his tongue along Kurt's collar bone and he let his hands wander lower, sliding around to ease down Kurt's back, pulling him close to make it easier to rake blunt teeth across his chest.]

[How absolutely perfect; his lips curve around Quentin's neck at that moan, signaling the somewhat smug feeling he's got at how the other mutant is a trembling mess beneath the compression of his teeth and the graze of his claws. He does his best to not seem too eager when he bucks his hips again, golden irises flickering beneath dark eyelashes, his fangs letting up so he can purse his lips a little better and apply more suction to the spot he's currently marking up.

Their hips meet and Kurt releases Quentin's neck entirely, gasping and writhing, shoulders rolling at the delightful friction. He curses under his breath - in German, of course, because he's not sure how he would feel about Quentin actually understanding what he said. He tips his head to the side, glancing over the telepath's revealed torso with an appreciative hum then drawing his arms back to allow his own shirt to be lifted. At first, he holds his breath at Quentin's exclamation, figuring it has to do with the abundance of intricate swirls and whorls that decorate his torso. He sighs in relief when its only his physique that is mentioned, laughing at the possibly over-descriptive word.] I wouldn't say that, but I do plenty of upkeep, considering the amount of sugar I consume sometimes.

[Shivering beneath the touch, he brings his hands up to grip the fabric of both his tops, stripping out of and tossing them to the side, giving Quentin easier access. It's mostly lithe definition from all of his acrobatics and contortionist acts, but there's the faint line of abdominal muscles and definition in his arms. If this gets far enough for his pants to be removed, Quentin might be a little surprised at the somewhat unnatural curve to his hips and rear, which he will simply chalk up to some sort of exercise. God forbid, he actually admit where he got those curves from.

The grin on his face shifts to something a little more mischievous, one of his hands reaching to brush along the flexed muscles, curious eyes peering down at his fellow mutant at that murmured statement. He almost mentions something along the lines of, 'Why don't you make me?' except there's no reason to; Kurt rewards Quentin with another low growl, followed closely by a purr at the nipping and licking across his collarbone. Sensitive spot found, apparently. He drapes one arm around Quentin's shoulders, arching into the scrape of teeth across his chest, his other hand threading through the pink strands atop his head.] Holy hell, Quentin ...

[Shit. Both their shirts were off. He'd never really gotten this far. Sure, he and Idie made out but she'd always laugh and shove him away when things got really heated. Still incredibly hot and turned on, uncertainty and nervousness started to creep it's way into his head.

Still Kurt himself was a really good distraction from overthinking. All the little scars. He traced his fingertips lightly over them and now Kurt was arching for him and he could find even more. Moving from his collarbone, he traced one of the intricate little designs in the middle of Kurt's chest with his tongue, slowly following the outline, fingers still moving to explore others. All he had was his ridiculous omega gang tattoo, big and kind of ugly and red on his right shoulder. And freckles. Definitely a handful of freckles.]

These are cool. [He mumbled against Kurt's skin, trailing his tongue over another scar pattern before experimentally nipping at his skin.]

[The fact that Kurt had gotten to the point where he'd left pretty decent bruises on Quentin's neck was way further than he'd ever expected to even think of going. Being shirtless with the other mutant while having Quentin caressing over his skin? Completely, utterly unexpected, although the buzz on his brain somewhat aided in his own anxiousness.

Tipping his head to the side, the teleporter watched Quentin's fingers dancing over his scars, marveling at the stark contrast of their skin-tones. He inhaled sharply when the others tongue ran over the upraised skin, the hand in Quentin's hair clutching a little harder then slackening. Kurt teased down to the back of his neck and veered off to briefly ghost his own fingertips over the tattooed symbol on his shoulder, golden eyes twinkling with curiosity. Offhandedly, he wondered what it would feel like to have ink in his skin and if it felt at all similar to his markings.]

O-Oh, [he stammered, a huff passing his lips when Quentin lightly bit down, the hand at his shoulder curling to drag his claws in a horizontal motion across both of Quentin's shoulder blades,] Thank you.

[Please, Quentin, don't ask where they came from ...]

[Quentin glanced up to give Kurt a playful glare when he accidentally overheard the other mutant's thoughts about the contrast of his pale fingers against the rich blue of Kurt's skin. But the hand tangled in his hair tightened and the sting mixed into pleasure, making him focus on the little scars even more.]

Does that feel good? [His voice surprising him, breathless and raspy. Not bothering to wait for an answer he traced just the tip of his tongue along the ridge of another symbol. He's almost making himself feel impatient he's moving so slowly across Kurt's skin. And another drag of teeth since that got him such a good reward last time.

His mind wanders a bit, hoping Kurt's leaving scratch marks too and imaging what they'll look like. He feels his hard on twitch in his pants and with Kurt straddling him he had to feel it too. A deep blush darkens his cheeks further.] Sorry...

[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.]

Edited (word. repetition. /steeples fingers/ and then a typo, jfc) 2016-12-18 07:09 (UTC)

[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.]

[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?]

I'm not fucking nervous! [The words were hissed in a half whisper before Kurt had even finished speaking. It was also a blatant lie. He was nervous as hell.

Kurt's unabashed response seems to give him a boost of confidence and he couldn't help but smirk impishly, a little fascinated, and eager to get more reactions just like that one.] Yea. [They're definitely in agreement there.

And then Kurt ups the ante. Again.] Shit [The word is half gasped as he tried to rock his hips into Kurt's hand, but it mostly just ended up restricting the other boy's movement. Alright. Kurt had taken a few blind leaps, now it was his turn. Trying not to think too hard about what he was doing, he arched slightly, lifting his hips, so he could push his pants and boxers down, working them down to about mid thigh before giving up on them. He'd done what he needed to anyway, laying under Kurt very much exposed and hard. He bit his lip a moment, unable to meet Kurt's eyes at first.] You... should... uh, take yours off... too... [He sneaks a quick glance up, nervous and looking for Kurt's reaction to his hesitant, uncertain suggestion.]

[Kurt withdrew slightly at the irritated sounding comment, his shoulders raising to his ears, golden irises dilated with concern. He simply stilled the hand in Quentin's pants rather than remove it entirely and met his gaze, knowing full well that he wasn't being truthful. He mentioned nothing of it, though. No reason to make him feel even more self-conscious about their current situation.

Seeing that devious little smirk come across Quentin's face makes his own flush hotly, the hand he'd been using to scratch up the other mutant's back sliding down, over his hip and moving to rest on his thigh. His own grin returned at the enthusiastic motion into his hand, a breathy laugh slipping free before it can be stopped; he wasn't laughing in any sort of mocking way, more-so at how eager they both seemed to be, but he instantly fell silent when Quentin began to work his pants down. He rocked up onto his knees to make it easier for him to get them and his undergarments down, averting his attention to his now freed cock.] ... oh my. [Seems to be all he can get out, fangs sinking into his bottom lip, both hands raising to cup over marked, violet cheeks. He brings his eyes back to Quentin's at the suggestion, nodding slowly then moving to peel the spandex off his hips and over the curve of his rear, sliding his tail loose as he does so.

With the appendage loose, he dips it around and between them, letting the spade curl around Quentin's erection to replace the stimulation his hand had been providing earlier, all while bending and twisting that lithe form to get the leggings completely off and tossed onto the floor. Being completely in the nude wasn't helping his nervousness much, but he brushed it aside the best he could, sat so he was straddling Quentin's thighs and looped his arms around his shoulders to draw him close once more.] I did not mean to upset you with my earlier comment.

[Quentin didn't miss Kurt's dramatic reaction to his hissed words, but chose to ignore the flinching, pretending like he hadn't seen it. Kurt, hell, everyone in this school, should know by now that most of the shit that came out of his mouth was a knee jerk reaction that he didn't fully mean. Luckily for Quentin, Kurt didn't seem to take it to heart.

They've barely made it past that stumbling block when Quentin hits another, the quiet 'oh my' making him freeze nervously. Shitshitshit. Had he taken it too far? But before he could say anything, Kurt was nodding and shifting to slip his own pants off, if you could call spandex pants.

Quentin sighs, and it's just short of a moan, just this side of too breathy, when Kurt's tail wound around his erection.] I forgot about that. [He mumbled, mostly to himself.] 'S-fucking hot.

[At Kurt's insistence, he pushes himself up, mostly sitting, so their lips are nearly brushing again.] Huh? What comment? [He'd honestly already forgotten. It was the last thing on his mind at the moment.] Doesn't matter. [He managed to mumbled as he leaned in to close the distance between them, crashing their lips together in a messy kiss that immediately seemed to dissolve into tongues and teeth. He snaked his hand down between them as well, tentatively tracing along the underside of Kurt's cock with experimental curiosity, a few light strokes before finally curling his fingers around it.]

[It's not that he purposefully recoiled to cause concern, but the anxiety (far too normal for his liking) had reared its ugly head when he'd thought he had actually upset Quentin. That hadn't been his intention, though from the looks of things, it was something the other male seemed to brush off rather easily, so Kurt figured it best to not linger on the matter.

Aside from that, Quentin tensing beneath him again quickly caught his attention, making him lift an eyebrow in a questioning manner. Chalking it up to nerves, he ghosted the fingers of one hand over his partner's shoulder, sliding smooth fingertips across his right shoulder blade to rest at the spot between them.

Those sharp canines gleam in another smile and he dips himself to hover near Quentin's ear, the heart-shaped end of the appendage gripping a little more firmly and giving a languid stroke - from base to tip.] How could you forget about one of the more amazing parts of me? [He draws back as he asks this, all in perfect timing for their lips to barely touch and to see Quentin's face at re-mentioning that statement.

Taking into consideration it had only been a short amount of time from then to now, he almost thinks of it again, but is quick to ignore it for favor of pressing into the kiss that Quentin draws them both into. He isn't hesitant about deepening it either, letting his tongue dart out to run over the telepath's lips then pulling it back to angle his head and nip at Quentin's lips with the points of his fangs. The moment Quentin's fingers teased along his cock, his hips twitched with anticipation then rolled forward entirely when fingers wrapped around him.] Ah, fu--

[Whoops. Something unexpected had almost slipped out, but thankfully, he wasn't completely addle-minded just yet.]

[Kurt gasps and breaks the kiss, so Quentin turns to pressing his lips along his jawline. And then- had that almost been a curse? He pauses with a wicked grin, tilting his head back just enough so Kurt could see it.] What was that? [Quentin sounded way too proud of himself, especially since he hadn't even managed to get the full word out of Kurt. It gave him something to aim for though.

Turning his wrist slightly, he continued the slow, exploratory stroke, curious what different responses he might get. He brushed his thumb a little higher this time, stroking over the head of Kurt's straining erection, something he knew felt good for him and curious to see if Kurt liked it too. There was a bit of slickness there, precome. It made his smirk widen further as he leaned back in to continue nipping along Kurt's jaw.]

[Damn, he'd been trying so hard to not let that happen; the sight of Quentin's smug demeanor only solidifies what he almost said and the fact he had been doing his best to avoid it.] N-Nothing, [Kurt stuttered, mentally scolding himself for the stumble and the fact that his cheeks were starting to turn vibrant indigo again. Keep it together, is what he tells (mostly to) himself because this is apparently going to be one of those times that he forgets he's sitting with a telepath.

His hips jumped forward at the experimental touch, head lolling to the side to allow Quentin better access to where he was caressing his jaw. He pushed past the haze on his brain, reminding himself that he wasn't the only one here by curling the spade of his tail a little more firmly around Quentin's shaft and giving another languid, curious motion of his own.

Admittedly, he hadn't thought to ever use his tail for something like this and the warmth of pre-cum over the smallest point of the appendage was something that was slowly starting to grow on him each time he came back to the head of Quentin's erection. He brought one of his hands up, threading the digits through the other male's pink hair to use as leverage and tilt his head so he could dip back into Quentin's neck and sink his fangs into his throat, instantly applying pressure to start forming more bruises.]

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sorry that took forever >_< feel free to ignore

-clutches chest- i would never ignore! tbh, i'd wait forever for a tag to this. i LOVE IT 8'D

yaaay :3

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probably the closest thing i have to 'sex face' for kurt lmao

sorry. another forever >_< /kicks my modem

it's okay!! /patpat