[ 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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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. ]