I wonder why that is. [ Kurt's retort comes out softer than he'd intended, distracted by, well, Jim. Kurt allows himself to be pressed into the bed, though his hips arch long enough for his tail to move, allowing him more comfort and freedom of movement. His hands slide down the other man's back, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt and working it up. Once Jim's shifted down to his chest, he lifts his own head to watch the man, vague confusion tinting the heat in his expression. ]
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