[ Flexible indeed. A fact Kirk would find arousing if not for the
current situation, which he was taking seriously. A lot of twisting and
grappling later, and his grip nearly ready to give - he was but human - he
found himself on top of Kurt, panting, his thighs still gripping the
other's hips rather tightly. He grinned back at him, a flush on his skin
from the exertion, eyes bright. ]
Well you know me. I do so love beating expectations.
[ Kurt's quip came almost on reflex, his attention more firmly on the man straddling him; the grip of his thighs and the sparkle in his eyes both enticing Kurt to lean up and steal a kiss. Briefly, he wonders if it would be wise to tell Jim exactly why he came to him for a sparring partner, but since when has he ever been transparent? Instead he grins back, straining against the other man's grip as though leaning up for that kiss. ] Forgot something, though.
[ Kirk found himself naturally leaning down towards Kurt, as if
sensing the shift in his weight, the straight upward, like a magnet pulled
down. It was hard not to, given their position, which he hadn't meant to
end in a sexual sort of way, but, on the outside looking in, it rather was.
Hard not to feel the slim hips between his legs, or the hard chest beneath
one of his hands. ]
[ Kurt's legs shift as he draws his knees up, as though trying to help Kirk lean down as he leans up. His eyelids lower half-mast, his lips parting enough for his fangs to peek out. When he speaks its in a murmur, the exact tone he uses to speak sweet nothings into a lover's ear. ]
The tail. [ And with no more warning than that, said tail whirls around, intending to wrap around the other man's neck. Kurt has no intention of actually throttling him yet, simply diverting his attention so he can attempt to surge upward and throw Jim off. ]
[ Rude. That was just rude. Even knowing it was a spar and that Kurt
wouldn't really hurt him, his instant reaction is to grip tighter, to throw
himself forward and wrap his arms around Kurt and keep himself close rather
than be tugged away. At least in close he could potentially find a
weakness, cause to distract the other to get the tail to let go. If he was
pushed away he would have no leverage whatsoever. ]
[ Kurt's eyes actually widen: he hadn't expected that reaction. Even knowing it was a sparring exercise, he's rarely known anyone who wouldn't immediately try to get his tail away from their throat. And one of those people was a telepath.
His shocked expression fades quickly into a smirk, the mutant leaning forward as much as he can to press his forehead against Jim's. ] You seem to like it. [ His voice remains a soft, intimate murmur, but the closest thing to an attack he makes is to shift his tail, lift the spade of it to trace over the other man's jaw line. ] Ever thought about growing a beard, Jim?
[ He relaxed some, but he didn't let go of his hold on the other. His
head tilted into the touch of the other's tail, angling his head so that
their noses bumped, so close their breaths could mingle between them.
]
[ His grin only widens, turning a bit wicked as he shifted under Jim--as best he could, anyway. The man did have him well and truly confined. If he'd not been a teleporter, he'd be trapped. ]
I spent my adolescence on a battlefield. Its possible a few wires got crossed. [ That would be a yes, and one that makes his heartbeat quicken in his chest. That fear goes no further, his smirk firmly in place with an air of defiance to it, as though daring Jim to blanche or pull away. ]
[ His eyes sparked, closing the gap between them. Teeth flashed as he
nipped sharp and hard at Kurt's lips. It was a gamble, to be sure. He was
fairly confident that Kurt was interested in him, wanted him, and he wanted
Kurt. But he knew that Kurt was not entirely certain of that side of
himself too. This might be pushing to hard, to fast, but... but he wanted
to try. ]
[ Uncertain is one way to put it. The nineteen-nineties weren't the most progressive time in better timelines, and in his, where the world was taken over and nearly ruined by a madman obsessed with breeding a master race and a flawed understanding of Darwinism? He'd have been killed for acting on his feelings for men.
But this is familiar, the sensation of teeth that has him arching toward the other man. Kurt doesn't make a sound, too accustomed to keeping quiet, but the fire in his eyes says all he needs it to. That, and the hungry kiss he captures Jim's lips in, being none too careful with his own fangs. ]
[ Kirk feels no such worry, no such fear. He loves whom he wishes, as
he wishes. Kurt had been an intriguing enigma for some time - physically
appealing to Kirk, someone who challenged and tested him, and someone, he
thought, who just wanted to know he was accepted. His lips parted for Kurt,
moaning against his mouth. Slowly he slid his hand up, cupping the back of
Kurt’s neck, teasing the fine strands at the base. ]
[ Good spot to pick, Jim; not only does it send notable shivers down Kurt's spine, but if he so chooses he can enjoy the change in texture where velvet fur lengthens into silky hair. Because Kurt is many things, and proud of his appearance is one of them.
The tail looped around Jim's neck loosens and slides down, the spade tracing his spine through the fabric of his shirt like a finger. Kurt's free hand reaches for the other man, fingers ghosting his bicep just before a laugh echoes from outside the gym. The languid pliantness in his body vanishes in a second, Kurt's hand circling Jim's arm as his tail jerks away, presumably for some kind of hidden weapon. There's no one at the door when Kurt jerks his head away to look, and he freezes. ]
[ The sudden tenseness has Kirk pausing, glancing towards the door, a
thin shield against the outside. To thin from the feeling of Kurt against
him. Kirk might not mind, but he imagined Kurt was not so ready to have any
sort of affection on public display. At least, not this kind. He made a
soothing noise in the back of his throat, leaning in to lick the shell of a
pointed ear and then down to his neck, nuzzling into the fur. ]
[ Some of the tension in Kurt's body releases with a soft sigh and a shiver when Jim runs his tongue along the shell of his ear. The hand on his bicep moves up to cup the back of the other man's head, his thick fingers stroking through Jim's hair as the other man nuzzled into his neck. For a moment, he's reminded of Sascha, and has to hold back a giggle. ]
Ja, sounds good. [ But he really, really doesn't have to walk; the startle has left him feeling a little on the outside of his skin. ] ..Don't have a heart condition, do you?
[ So he liked his ear being played with huh? Good to know. He leaned
up to nip the lobe for good measure before turning his head at the
question, giving a husky laugh. ]
[ The nip sends another shudder down his spine, but that laugh hits him low in the chest, his reaction taking him by surprise. Enough so, that he temporarily loses track of where he was going with that question and leans in to try and steal another kiss, his tail moving to lightly loop around Jim's ankle. ]
[ No need to steal. Kirk gives it readily, kissing the other with heat and hunger, tongue slipping along his teeth, curiously exploring the sharp canines. His thighs squeezed Kurt's hips harder, cupping the back of Kurt's jaw in both hands. ]
[ Despite half his attention still being on their surroundings (because he has to be, he's a soldier and perhaps Jim is too, but he hasn't seen him under fire yet) Kurt finds himself responding more to the kiss than he expected. His lips part in silent invitation for Jim to explore all he wants, attentive for the taste of copper to warn him that the other man got a little too friendly.
It doesn't happen, and the tightness of the other man's thighs around his hips brings to mind the question of how the skin there would taste under his mouth; what kind of bruises might bloom there. Jim's question is met with a wordless hum and Kurt's other hand settling on his back, both arms and tail tightening around him. ] Hold on. [ Its the only warning he gives before teleporting them both to Jim's bedroom, disappearing and reappearing in a thick purple cloud of sulfur. He'd aimed for the bed, knowing how rough the sensation of tearing in and out a dimension can be on the passengers. Vertigo isn't uncommon; nor is nausea. ] Alright, Jim?
[ He had warped before, but this was something else entirely. Like warp on hyperdrive. He clung to Kurt and took a moment to get his breath back, more than little bewildered. Which wasn't killing his mood or anything, he just needed a moment.
He nodded, the room spinning just a bit, but beginning to settle. But it gave him a reason to keep clinging to Kurt, to wrap his body a bit tighter around and against him. He buried his face into Kurt's neck, breathing him in to help steady himself, natural musk mixing with sweat, making him moan softly. ]
[ None of Jim's reaction surprises Kurt, right until his last sentence. Kurt pauses in the middle of rubbing the other man's back, an eyebrow raising. ]
That's not something people generally tell me right after I've teleported. Sure you're alright, Jim? [ Despite a genuine concern, Kurt's voice sounds more amused than anything. He lifts his chin slightly to give his companion more room, one of his fangs catching his own lower lip. Jim felt good pressed against him; strange, for all Kurt's experience thus far had been with women. Even the hardest of them had been--well, no. Some of them had not been softer than the man in his arms, but it made the desire to find out how different mouthing the flatter planes of Jim's chest no less heady. The spade of his tail raises to ghost over one of his legs, tracing the curve of muscle. Kurt's voice comes out lower, rumbling slightly in his chest. ] Jim?
[ Kurt was softer than he imagined - not for lack of muscle, but for
the soft fur. He wanted to bury himself in it, curl up and nest into the
heat of it even as his body ached. He nuzzled down along his throat, down
over his shoulders, shifting his weight to try and push Kurt down and back
so he could make his way to Kurt's chest. He could smell sweat and sulfur
and an earthyness and the vibrations of the other's rumble pulled a groan
from his lips. ]
I'm good. I'm good. Just feeling really hot, is all.
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. ]
[ Kirk lifted himself up, pausing in his exploration enough for Kurt to tug the shirt off him. He smiled up at that confused expression, leaning up to kiss it briefly before he worked his way back down, brushing his lips over the arch of his clavicles. Down further still, pressing kisses to Kurt's chest, working a path towards a dark nipple.
Bright eyes, full of heat and mischief, gazed up at Kurt through a veil of gold as lips closed around the bud. He sucked, tongue drawing a slow circle, pressing with his teeth. ]
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[ Flexible indeed. A fact Kirk would find arousing if not for the current situation, which he was taking seriously. A lot of twisting and grappling later, and his grip nearly ready to give - he was but human - he found himself on top of Kurt, panting, his thighs still gripping the other's hips rather tightly. He grinned back at him, a flush on his skin from the exertion, eyes bright. ]
Well you know me. I do so love beating expectations.
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[ Kurt's quip came almost on reflex, his attention more firmly on the man straddling him; the grip of his thighs and the sparkle in his eyes both enticing Kurt to lean up and steal a kiss. Briefly, he wonders if it would be wise to tell Jim exactly why he came to him for a sparring partner, but since when has he ever been transparent? Instead he grins back, straining against the other man's grip as though leaning up for that kiss. ]
Forgot something, though.
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[ Kirk found himself naturally leaning down towards Kurt, as if sensing the shift in his weight, the straight upward, like a magnet pulled down. It was hard not to, given their position, which he hadn't meant to end in a sexual sort of way, but, on the outside looking in, it rather was. Hard not to feel the slim hips between his legs, or the hard chest beneath one of his hands. ]
Oh? And what might that be?
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The tail. [ And with no more warning than that, said tail whirls around, intending to wrap around the other man's neck. Kurt has no intention of actually throttling him
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[ Rude. That was just rude. Even knowing it was a spar and that Kurt wouldn't really hurt him, his instant reaction is to grip tighter, to throw himself forward and wrap his arms around Kurt and keep himself close rather than be tugged away. At least in close he could potentially find a weakness, cause to distract the other to get the tail to let go. If he was pushed away he would have no leverage whatsoever. ]
Your'e such a dick.
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His shocked expression fades quickly into a smirk, the mutant leaning forward as much as he can to press his forehead against Jim's. ] You seem to like it. [ His voice remains a soft, intimate murmur, but the closest thing to an attack he makes is to shift his tail, lift the spade of it to trace over the other man's jaw line. ] Ever thought about growing a beard, Jim?
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[ He relaxed some, but he didn't let go of his hold on the other. His head tilted into the touch of the other's tail, angling his head so that their noses bumped, so close their breaths could mingle between them. ]
Why? You like it a bit rough?
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I spent my adolescence on a battlefield. Its possible a few wires got crossed. [ That would be a yes, and one that makes his heartbeat quicken in his chest. That fear goes no further, his smirk firmly in place with an air of defiance to it, as though daring Jim to blanche or pull away. ]
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I can work with that.
[ His eyes sparked, closing the gap between them. Teeth flashed as he nipped sharp and hard at Kurt's lips. It was a gamble, to be sure. He was fairly confident that Kurt was interested in him, wanted him, and he wanted Kurt. But he knew that Kurt was not entirely certain of that side of himself too. This might be pushing to hard, to fast, but... but he wanted to try. ]
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But this is familiar, the sensation of teeth that has him arching toward the other man. Kurt doesn't make a sound, too accustomed to keeping quiet, but the fire in his eyes says all he needs it to. That, and the hungry kiss he captures Jim's lips in, being none too careful with his own fangs. ]
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[ Kirk feels no such worry, no such fear. He loves whom he wishes, as he wishes. Kurt had been an intriguing enigma for some time - physically appealing to Kirk, someone who challenged and tested him, and someone, he thought, who just wanted to know he was accepted. His lips parted for Kurt, moaning against his mouth. Slowly he slid his hand up, cupping the back of Kurt’s neck, teasing the fine strands at the base. ]
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The tail looped around Jim's neck loosens and slides down, the spade tracing his spine through the fabric of his shirt like a finger. Kurt's free hand reaches for the other man, fingers ghosting his bicep just before a laugh echoes from outside the gym. The languid pliantness in his body vanishes in a second, Kurt's hand circling Jim's arm as his tail jerks away, presumably for some kind of hidden weapon. There's no one at the door when Kurt jerks his head away to look, and he freezes. ]
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[ The sudden tenseness has Kirk pausing, glancing towards the door, a thin shield against the outside. To thin from the feeling of Kurt against him. Kirk might not mind, but he imagined Kurt was not so ready to have any sort of affection on public display. At least, not this kind. He made a soothing noise in the back of his throat, leaning in to lick the shell of a pointed ear and then down to his neck, nuzzling into the fur. ]
Let’s go back to my cabin.
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Ja, sounds good. [ But he really, really doesn't have to walk; the startle has left him feeling a little on the outside of his skin. ] ..Don't have a heart condition, do you?
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[ So he liked his ear being played with huh? Good to know. He leaned up to nip the lobe for good measure before turning his head at the question, giving a husky laugh. ]
A good time hasn’t killed me yet.
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So, my room?
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It doesn't happen, and the tightness of the other man's thighs around his hips brings to mind the question of how the skin there would taste under his mouth; what kind of bruises might bloom there. Jim's question is met with a wordless hum and Kurt's other hand settling on his back, both arms and tail tightening around him. ] Hold on. [ Its the only warning he gives before teleporting them both to Jim's bedroom, disappearing and reappearing in a thick purple cloud of sulfur. He'd aimed for the bed, knowing how rough the sensation of tearing in and out a dimension can be on the passengers. Vertigo isn't uncommon; nor is nausea. ] Alright, Jim?
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He nodded, the room spinning just a bit, but beginning to settle. But it gave him a reason to keep clinging to Kurt, to wrap his body a bit tighter around and against him. He buried his face into Kurt's neck, breathing him in to help steady himself, natural musk mixing with sweat, making him moan softly. ]
I'm good. I'm good. God, you smell great.
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That's not something people generally tell me right after I've teleported. Sure you're alright, Jim? [ Despite a genuine concern, Kurt's voice sounds more amused than anything. He lifts his chin slightly to give his companion more room, one of his fangs catching his own lower lip. Jim felt good pressed against him; strange, for all Kurt's experience thus far had been with women. Even the hardest of them had been--well, no. Some of them had not been softer than the man in his arms, but it made the desire to find out how different mouthing the flatter planes of Jim's chest no less heady. The spade of his tail raises to ghost over one of his legs, tracing the curve of muscle. Kurt's voice comes out lower, rumbling slightly in his chest. ] Jim?
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[ Kurt was softer than he imagined - not for lack of muscle, but for the soft fur. He wanted to bury himself in it, curl up and nest into the heat of it even as his body ached. He nuzzled down along his throat, down over his shoulders, shifting his weight to try and push Kurt down and back so he could make his way to Kurt's chest. He could smell sweat and sulfur and an earthyness and the vibrations of the other's rumble pulled a groan from his lips. ]
I'm good. I'm good. Just feeling really hot, is all.
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Bright eyes, full of heat and mischief, gazed up at Kurt through a veil of gold as lips closed around the bud. He sucked, tongue drawing a slow circle, pressing with his teeth. ]