the bj meme

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the blow job meme. 
this is a meme to write blowjobs.
simple as that. 
everybody's invited. you know the drill.

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[penitently]

Of course he doesn't. He's buzzed as well and didn't entirely think that through. He lets out an 'oof' as his own weight lands on top of him, ruing his life choices for the moment. "Sorry," he manages to wheeze out.

[quiteafew]

"Alright," is his breathless reply, half question and just as much answer. The second he has air in his lungs again Kurt props himself up on his elbows, concern whit all over his face. "I am so sorry, my balance is--gone. My balance is gone."

[penitently]

It takes him a second to actually process what his other self is saying, but then he's back to laughing breathlessly, tears slipping down the sides of his face. "It is. It has left the building."

[quiteafew]

That laughter has him grinning in an instant, his fears vanishing like smoke on a windy night. "If this keeps up, you'll have to carry me. Like a bride!" And now he's cracking up, bent enough that his face ends up buried in the other man's shirt collar.

[penitently]

"Pff," he snorts, patting his other self on the back, "why carry when we can just be at home on the bed or the couch in a thought? Though, I suppose that would not be the argument to make to any prospective bride, yes?"

[quiteafew]

"That depends on the bride!" Yes he's still going to need a minute to giggle like a loon, because the image of himself in one of those ridiculously lacy gowns he's seen in magazines has set up shop and will not leave. "Whatever would I do with my hair?"

[penitently]

"Flowers, obviously." It was almost said without him continuing to giggle, shaking his head and looking up at the night sky. "You are ridiculous when you are drunk, do you know that?"

[quiteafew]

"Yes. I'm silly and in love with everyone." And apparently the appropriate punctuation for that is to press a kiss against the underside of the other man's jaw. Because that's closer than his cheek or mouth and now that he has his breath back Kurt is comfortable.

[penitently]

"Even yourself? Ach, you are vain." He felt... good. Certainly, the shock of seeing a twin of himself had dimmed and he was now content to lay there, feeling the warmth of another body that was his as much as it wasn't. "I believe Freud would have a field day with this one."

[quiteafew]

"Both you and the doctor can bite me." Didn't he learn last time that poking his other side in the side doesn't end well? Apparently not, because that's what he does.

[penitently]

He huffs, squirming again at the poke and grabbing for his other self's hand. And since the offer was made...

Well, Kurt's sense of humor had grown a little bit since coming to Eudio, particularly in the naughty direction. So with that in mind, he thought nothing of twisting a bit to lightly bite at the shoulder in front of him. "Don't mind if I do."

[quiteafew]

He's too busy playing keep-away with his hand to keep track of what else the other man's doing. Ergo his reaction to feeling teeth close on his shoulder is completely unreserved; his breath catches in his throat as he stiffens, still all over for a second. And then his face floods with heat, and he tries to hide his face in his doppelganger's shoulder.

"Horrible. Horrible, horrible."

[penitently]

He notices the reaction; it's hard not to when the other body is lying on top of him, and he laughs. Now the teasing tables have turned. "I do not think it was as bad as all that. You did not seem to mind it. In fact, if I were to make a bet, I would think you liked it."

[quiteafew]

Oh look, the tips of his ears are turning purple, and yet a grin, albeit hidden, spreads across his face. "You would bet, yes? Would you bet that I liked it more or less than this?" This being the tip of his tail running down his other self's, from the tip down to just below the spade.

[penitently]

Well... that was just highly unfair. He shivered, feeling a tickling tingle crawl up his spine, only to zing back down and curl around his belly -- and perhaps a bit lower. "I... would say less, because that is... yes."

[quiteafew]

His shoulders begin to shake a second before Kurt raises his head, revealing the grin splitting his face. And then there'd be the smugness plain as day in his expression and voice when he speaks. "Perhaps you are right in calling me the bad one. You have been very polite with the knowledge you have. Perhaps I should do as you." Or he could trace the point of one of the other man's ears, smugness giving way to a faint curiosity.

[penitently]

He was beginning to think the other version of himself was evil. He had the same body parts. Certainly he knew how sensitive his tail was. Or his ears. Damn, his ears. His hand grabbed at the other Kurt's arm, tongue coming out to wet dry lips as he tried to speak. "And what was it I did again?"

[quiteafew]

Oh, he knows. Very well he knows, and could tell tales of being reduced to an embarrassing state by skilled mouths on either. If he were so inclined; for now, he seems inclined to nothing more than playing the imp. "Have been ever a gentleman, and very kind to me. Even when I am indulging a wicked curiosity."

[penitently]

"Ah... is that what you are doing now?" He forced his eyes open, trying to think past the ripples of pleasure those light touches were causing. He was a little drunk, sure, but he wasn't fall down black out drunk. He could say no.

Or yes.

[quiteafew]

He nods, humming a wordless agreement. "A little. And also to repay your kindness in a way I think we would both enjoy, because the night is beautiful and so are you." He shrugs, a movement that involves one arm and his tail. "You are different enough to me that I see.. not a mirror. A who could have been. It's difficult to explain."

[penitently]

"Not so difficult to understand, perhaps." He did, anyway. This Kurt was like him in some ways, but there were enough differences that made him his own person, his own entity outside of Kurt himself. It made it less like talking to himself and more like... a twin, perhaps. Born of the same cells, but with different life experiences. "I think perhaps you are more of a flirt as well."

[quiteafew]

Chuckling, he ducks his head slightly. "Ah, well. Perhaps a little. A small part is being here; in this place, it is safer here to be as I would." Kind as they are, Kurt walks on eggshells at the institute for fear of offending or frightening someone should he show interest (see: Ororo.) "But the most of it is that I feel safe with you--and that I am drunk," he admits with a giggle. "But not so much that I don't know what I'm doing."

[penitently]

"Who better than to feel safe with than yourself, yes?" He smiled back, tail giving his other self's a reassuring squeeze. "I am glad. I would feel very bad if you were upset tomorrow because of a little candy drink."

[quiteafew]

"No, not upset. A little astounded at myself, but well, I am the incredible Nightcrawler. Surely I must amaze myself now and then." Amazing would have been if he'd gotten that out without giggling; alas no, his words start shaking around calling himself incredible. "What, what of you? Too much to drink, or just enough to consider?" He leaves the subject hanging unspoken, the pad of his thumb tracing over the point of the other Kurt's ear.

[penitently]

His lips twitch as he looks up at the giggling twin, considering the implication there. "Possibly the latter. I believe I would be giggling much more if I'd had too much to drink." And that was said. Which meant now his mind was trying to traverse down those paths of potential playtime, wondering indeed what it would be like...