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i'm hardly ever busy these days.

absolutely. give me a few minutes to change and i'll be all yours. i won't be long.

good, get here fast.

i'm sure you can, you can like... do that thing. like. bamf.

so demanding!

yes, exactly that.

[And a few minutes after the text is sent, Kurt is appearing outside the front door, half tempted to knock, but what exactly would be the point in that?

So, instead, he disappears in another haze of blue-black smoke and reappears in Harry's room with a BAMF, assuming that's most likely where he's at if he's being asked to come over.]

[Harry's sprawled out on his back on the couch, bottles all around him, not just from booze, empty pill bottles were littered around him too. He said he got wasted, he never said what on. He's sober enough to know what he wanted though.

He looks up with a cunning smirk and hauled himself up, holding out his hand to Kurt.]

Heh. Bamf! Knew it, knew you could do it. Come here, handsome.

[Now, the sight of the empty alcohol bottles is something he's used to; it's what Harry usually chose to alter his state of mind, but the pill containers are a bit different and a little more than worrisome. As much as he'd like to, Kurt won't say anything about it for now.

He meets the other male's gaze and flashes a grin, moving forward to place his hand in Harry's.]

I get better with it every day. Hey, gut aussehend. How are you feeling?

I'm feeling better than I've felt all week.

[He takes Kurt's hand and instead of standing up to be with him, he takes a firm grip and yanks the other down with him, as hard as he could until Kurt gets the picture and follows suit.

He wraps his arms around him immediately and starts kissing him, wasting little time making small talk. Yes, he's not entirely sober and his pupils are a little more blown out than they should be but it's nothing if not a motivation.]

Really? That's wunderbar!

[There's the smallest of yelps when he's tugged down, surprise overtaking his features for a split second before he shifts and does as Harry urges him to.

He settles with straddling his waist, looping one arm around his shoulders then letting the other one shift so he can settle his hand on the back of Harry's neck and lean into the kiss. His own eyes dilate at the sight of his widened pupils, but he forces them shut and teases the tips of his fangs against his lower lip to keep himself from asking.]

Worthy of a celebration, isn't it?

[Harry tilts his head back, looking at those fangs with a curious expression. Kurt was fascinating, there was no denying it. Those teeth, his skin, that tail. It was all so fascinating, strangely enticing. Not what he ever expected. He reaches up to touch his face, feeling the marked skin, enjoying how it felt.]

You're beautiful.

[It's not often Harry's overly complimentary in such an earnest and vocal way but he's at that ever unique point of being out of it enough to be open. He leans back up and steals another kiss, his hands moving to Kurt's side, making sure he had a steady grip on him.]

You can say that again.

[His own head leans to the side, broad golden eyes blinking thoughtfully as Harry watches him. The tip of his tongue slips out, darting across the points of his fangs then returning to his mouth when he purses his lips together. Kurt leans into the touch on his face, releasing a content breath at the skin contact.]

A-Ah ... danke, Harry.

[And just like that, Kurt's cobalt-tinted complexion darkens to the color of a plum. Before he has a chance to return the compliment, Harry's lips meet his own again and he presses into the kiss with renewed vigor, shifting his hands to rest on Harry's chest instead. He silently thanks God for moments like these - where Harry is just gone enough to say whatever comes to mind and he can respond in kind.]

Huh. You've gone all purple. It's such a good colour on you.

[Harry laughs as he flops back onto the sofa lazily, eyes closing for a moment as he centers himself. Playfully, he grinds up against Kurt, just to make his intentions for this little fooling around session a little clearer.]

You do see it, don't you? That you're beautiful. Inside and out. Some people are just beautiful outside but deep down, they're ugly. Like me. Guys like you? It's a whole different story. [He doesn't have much of a filter right now, he just says what comes out, what's in his head. He guides his hands lower down until he's holding Kurt's hips, firmly pressing him down so he can't wriggle free, just in case.] Such a good boy.

How do I keep you? [Typical Harry, it's always all about owning.]

Well, it-- I mean, I-- ... Harry.

[The indigo tint deepens, spreading all the way down to his neck, though he can't resist the urge to snicker when Harry drops back onto the couch. He opens his mouth as if to retort, a sharp gasp slipping free instead, his hips rolling downward in return to the others motion. It's definitely clear what Harry wants and hopefully, his own movements show that he's definitely willing.]

It's hard for me to accept compliments, but I'm slowly starting to understand the appeal of being a good person. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. Maybe then you would understand why I consider you to be just as beautiful. [It's nice to hear Harry be open, despite the fact he has to be wasted to do so. He jolts slightly at the grip on his hips, rocking them down once again in response so Harry knows he isn't moving.] Hmmn ...

What do you mean? You already have me. [In all meanings of the word, at the moment.]

I'm beautiful, don't get me wrong. I'm fucking handsome, I know it. I read the tabloids. Just doesn't go deep, y'know?

[With a cocky smirk, he reaches down to the button on the front of Kurt's jeans and slowly pops the button loose. He doesn't like to get all talky and feelingsy when it comes to himself, he was happy to talk about others but he didn't need compliments, he just needed someone to want him right now.

Actions spoke more than words.] Not entirely. Not all mine. You'll flitter away eventually. [That was just life. No one stuck around. Harry didn't take it personally.] At least I get to play with you now.

Such humility, Harry. You should really take some time and let it sink in a little better.

[His eyes dart down to where his pants are being undone, a cheeky little smirk lifting his own lips at the other male's eagerness. Of course, Kurt likes to keep things vocal, but if acting is what Harry wants, he's more than happy to oblige. He rocks up onto his knees so the jeans can eventually be worked off, running both of his hands down Harry's sides and up his shirt, hooking the hem with his thumbs to push it upward.

Words always seem to catch his attention though.] Are you so sure of that? What if I enjoy playing so much that I decide not to leave?

[Harry helps Kurt get his pants down, tugging on the waistband of his underwear to show he wasn't here to fool around. He wants it, he's been horny all day and he's not about to waste precious time. He wriggles back a little, pulling himself up by the hips so he can get his own jeans off, even with the button still done, they slide down nicely. He's already straining in his boxers, there's no hiding it, it's pretty obvious.]

You wanna stick around? Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Also just not a morning person at all.

[His skin under the shirt is patchy and raw, it's not the most appealing sight and Harry is swift to pull it back down, giving Kurt a warning look. No need to move any more clothing than what's needed.] You wanna ride me, Blue?

[There's the smallest breath of relief when the pants are gone, half-lidded eyes staring at where the other is pulling at the band of the skin-tight spandex shorts he passes off for underwear. He keeps himself held up so Harry can remove his own pants; it's obvious that he's ready to let this go as far as possible and the tight fabric leaves little to the imagination when it comes to his own hard-on.]

Why is it such a bad idea? I could crash on the couch or something so as not to disturb your beauty sleep.

[He bites back a gasp at the sight of the skin, quickly drawing his hands away when Harry tugs the shirt back down, his chin dipping in an ashamed fashion at the expression he receives in return. Although, the question captures his attention before he can withdraw too much, head nodding rather eagerly.] I do.

[Harry pushes his boxers down enough to free his cock while tactically not exposing any more flesh than he could. The scars of the goblin were nothing he was proud of and the better he can hide it, the happier he is. He smirks up at Kurt and one hand playfully snaps his waistband before tugging them down the best he can, letting Kurt take the hint and do the rest.]

I don't do over night, blue. Casual, remember?

[He's a repressed idiot who fears feelings and emotions, letting someone stay over is just inviting them into something deeper and more meaningful. Hence the dismissal he offers, waving his hand as if that ended the matter.] There's lube ... eh, somewhere. [Harry starts moving stuff around on the table, knocking off anything in the way, including his very expensive glass tumbler.]

[A cheeky little smirk lifts his lips once Harry frees himself from his boxers, one arm moving to curl blue digits around his cock and give it a loving stroke. He yips at the snap of elastic against his skin, though he gets the hint; his free hand reaches back to grip the waistband, nimble body bending and twisting until the fabric is off and tossed aside.]

Of course. How could I forget?

[His response is more disappointment than anything else, but he watches Harry's hand wave and allows the words to be brushed off.] Somewhere. [He repeats, eying the others shuffling around on the table. A sharp inhale and Kurt's tail is in motion, swinging out to curl around the tumbler before it can hit the ground, the breath he'd been holding releasing in a huff.]

[Harry jerks up into the touch, making a small noise of pleasure at the touch.] I-It'd make it complicated. I don't do complicated.

[Harry finally manages to find the half used bottle of lube that sits among the empty pill bottles, glasses and various things that have wound up on his table. It's a mess but then most of Harry's place is a mess, it's about as chaotic as Harry himself. He grins when the glasses is saved, looking at Kurt and giving him a playful clap.]

Good boy. [He flops back onto the couch and uncaps the lube, eyes on Kurt.] That tail is so fucking beautiful, it's amazing. I wish I had a tail. [The smile slowly turns into a devious smirk.] Do you ever get off using it?

[Such a responsive motion; he can't resist the urge to stroke again, enjoying the reaction he'd received for that.] You don't have to explain yourself, Harry.

[Kurt breathes once more, a more relieved sigh this time while he carefully places the bottle back onto the table - far enough away so there's no risk of it being knocked over anymore. The sight of the table makes his heart palpitate, but thankfully, he's easily distracted by Harry's clapping.]

As always. [He settles the empty hand over his chest, bowing his head.] It can be ... troublesome at times, but ... [When his head draws up, those saffron orbs are glittering with blatant mischief as they meet Harry's gaze.] More than once.

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