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shadowblends) wrote2026-08-13 12:43 am
shadowblends) wrote2026-08-13 12:43 am
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-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.]
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.]
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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?]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
probably the closest thing i have to 'sex face' for kurt lmao
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.]
sorry. another forever >_< /kicks my modem
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.]
it's okay!! /patpat
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.]