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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.