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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[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...

[quiteafew]

"It would be fun, I think. To be with someone so like ourselves, but different enough to not be ourselves. We have had different life experiences, perhaps there are things we could teach each other." He grins, bright and impish. "I know I would like very much to practice your tips on how to give a blowjob with these teeth."

[penitently]

"Is that something that keeps you up at night, mm? How to give good oral without causing any damage?" He had to tease, truly. He might be the more stoic one here, but that didn't make him immune to amusement.

[quiteafew]

"You don't know that it isn't!" He really is better at keeping a straight face when he's sober. On impulse Kurt leans in to press a quick kiss against the other man's mouth, still chuckling despite the sudden nervous tensing of his tail.

[penitently]

"Well, I have been well and truly told, haven't I? You have deep fears of doing genital damage. Quite a shame. But tell me, have you... attempted anything with the opposite gender? Do you have those same fears?" The kiss was surprising, but Kurt didn't mind so much. No tensing from him. If anything his tail wound around the other, twining and flexing along it almost enticingly.

[quiteafew]

"I did have a girlfriend for many years," he reminds his doppelganger gently, his breath hitching when he feels the other man's tail winding around his own. His own relaxes in the wake of the shiver that runs up his spine, and again his head dips to steal another kiss. This one he doesn't end so quickly, though his movements are still hesitant as though expecting to be pushed away.

[penitently]

He feels the shiver, remembers his own and smiles as lips touch against his. He's careful as he kisses, though there's a touch of tongue that comes out to wet his lips -- and perhaps graze against Kurt's. "So you said. You will have to tell me about that..."

[quiteafew]

"She would have loved to meet you," he answers in a murmur, an impish smile curving his lips. His voice is very steady in spite of the way his stomach tightens at that little graze of tongue. That carefulness is familiar to him as his own tail; his lips part slightly in a silent invitation he hopes will be understood.

[penitently]

"Would she?" He idly thought about some unknown woman who didn't mind blue skin and a tail with the pair of them and a small little sigh left him. There was a tingle in his stomach, spreading lower as his hand gripped the jacket of his twin more tightly, the tip of his tongue skimming over lips that weren't his. It felt both wrong and right, that forbidden air mingling in with his rising curiosity and need.

[quiteafew]

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Oh yes. She would cart us both to bed and not let us out until the sun rose." For a brief moment, he misses Amanda strongly enough that he feels it as a jab between his ribs. But their time is done, and he is here with a man who is making wonderful promises with that tongue.

"Inside, perhaps," he asks, careful not to accidentally nip the tip of that tongue. Kurt isn't quite certain what will happen, only what he wants and that he's not nearly sober enough to be circumvent if they're on the roof much longer.