bakerstreet | the bj meme

"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.

"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.

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.

"I find that idea very... enticing." His tail wound higher up the other's, snaking closer to where it disappeared into his pants and toying the tip against the base. "Inside would be best," he replied, taking a moment to visualize the spot just over his bed before --

They were there, a light fall onto the mattress that had him letting out a huff.

The knowing (and approving) grin melts into a soft gasp when he feels those touches against one of the most sensitive areas of his tail. Slightly distracted, Kurt only nods and curls his hands in the collar of the other man's jacket.

Kurt rolls to the side the moment his knees hit mattress, letting go of the other man long enough to slither out of his coat. It gets haphazardly shoved off the side of the bed right before he reaches for his other self, thick fingers curling in the man's belt loops. "Come here?"

This Kurt moved to crawl to his knees, shrugging out of his own coat, tail leaving the other to flick open the buttons on his waistcoat before he followed the demand, kneeling closer to his alternate self, tail gone back around to torment him since yes, he'd noticed that reaction. It was much the same as he'd had at those infrequent touches and it pleased him to be able to cause it in someone else. "I am not going anywhere."

"Gut," he murmurs, freeing his hands to slip them under the open waistcoat. Kurt himself rises up to kiss the other man again, still careful of his teeth but much less tentative now. His reaction to the teasing is more obvious now as well, soft sounds that aren't quite audible enough to be groans and little involuntary twitches of in his tail. One of his hands slides up to cup the back of his other self's head, nails scratching lightly where the hair is short.

Good. Yes, it was good. Strange, yes, but in a way that only made him that much more curious. He felt his waistcoat lifted, a hand sliding under it and he was torn between trying to get more of his clothes undone and trying to do the same to his other self. He wanted to see if the other Kurt had the same markings in the same places as he did, and if they'd feel the same when a finger or tail ran over them.

He kisses back, teeth catching on the other's lower lip and nipping -- not hard enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough that the man would feel it. His tongue soothed after, pink over blue as he decided on tryign to get the other Kurt's clothes off before his own.

Probably best that his other self took the initiative, because for the moment Kurt was caught up in the opportunity to feel and touch. He's also been accused of taking his sweet time before, and not always in a complimentary manner. Another accusation has been a masochistic streak, which he denies categorically but still reacts to the nip with a sharp breath, his fingers curling for a second.

Unlike his counterpart's, Kurt's vest has a zipper in lieu of buttons, and comes open easily. He pulls his hands away to help in the removal of clothing, breaking away to pull his shirt over his head. Under the shirt his torso and arms are covered in scarification, though not all of them are in the angelic language Enochian. Scattered over his ribs and upper arms are runes, alchemical symbols; remnants of a faith before his conversion to Catholicism. Kurt pauses after tossing his shirt aside, glancing at the other man to gauge his reaction.

This Kurt smiled, hand coming up to touch at scars, tracing around familiar and unfamiliar lines.

"It seems we are not so incredibly identical after all. That is not so bad." His tail moved to the button of Kurt's pants, nose dragging along the man's jaw down to his neck, breath tickling along blue skin before his tongue teased over it. His neck always had been sensitive, but... so had his ears. Perhaps he should go there next.

Something in his posture relaxes when his doppelganger smiles; silly to be insecure in front of himself, but yet. Foolishness.

"We won't need worry about being bored," he answers with a chuckle at the thought, the sound fading into a sigh. Kurt tilts his chin up, silent invitation to please keep doing what he is. His own hands start moving again, working at the buttons of his other self's shirt. The vest and shirt can surely come off at the same time, and now that it's been mentioned Kurt is intrigued to see how their scars differ.

He moves his arms to help his other self get this self undressed, mouth still dragging along skin the same color as his own. It was mostly kisses, ones left at the bend of his neck as he trailed up towards his ear, but there were a few light nips interspersed to add to the sensation. "I am certainly not bored."

After getting that shirt off, Kurt's fingers move to trace the raised scars on his doppelganger's chest. Most of them are familiar, and he silently mouths the sins he recognizes. His fingers stutter each time the other Kurt nips at the smooth skin of his neck, nearly slipping off whichever scar he happens to have a finger on. "I would have to try a bit harder if you were," he murmurs, his tail mirroring his other self's actions in moving to work at the button and zipper of the other man's pants.

"Now you have me curious," he said with a small smile, tongue running along the edge of one ear up to the pointed tip. He felt the touches over his scars and the tail at his pants, the prospect of where this was leading making his skin pebble for a moment before his hands went to slide along Kurt's thighs.

"I didn't bef-" he interrupts his own question with an inarticulate sound, feeling the wet stroke of that tongue up his ear. His hands slide down over the other man's stomach and hips to push at the last of his clothing, anxious to have him naked.

There's a thrill of arousal that goes through him at the sound, his hands grabbing at Kurt's pants and trying to tug them down as his own tail snakes down to jerk at the fastenings. Cool air touches his skin as his clothes are removed and he's pushing the other body, trying to get him down on his back, wanting to explore it with hands, tail, and mouth.

Many years of quick changes between acts has made Kurt an expert of getting out of clothing quickly (when he wants to be). His skin is bare within seconds, Kurt himself reaching to pull the other man close even as he lays back, reacting a second before consciously realizing that he's being urged onto his back. That's certainly one way to ease his nagging doubts about whether his other self truly wants this (and yes, he has been told he overthinks.) His tail wraps around the other man's leg, tracing along the curves of it to see if there are scars there, unlike his own smooth legs.

There are a few, traced against the outside of his thighs and stopping around the height of his knees. Not that he thinks of that at the moment, kneeling over the other Kurt, hand sliding down the front of his chest before he meets his gaze. "You did say you were curious about oral, yes?"

"I did." Not that he could deny it if he wanted to, with his body making that a difficult lie. Kurt shift, setting his lips with his tongue as he props himself up on his elbows. "You were thinking a practical demonstration?"

"I was," he admitted, tail moving to tickle up his twin's thigh, then coil around the other man's cock, undulating over it in an attempt to stimulate and to tease. "Unless you'd rather not risk it..."

Kurt hisses a breath through his teeth when he feels that tail around his cock, face twisting as he resists the urge to roll his hips up. "I think I'm willing to risk a great deal right now," he jokes, voice breathy.

Kurt's answer was to smile, crawling further down the other man's body until he was near his groin. Tail still wound around it, he looked up at that familiar face as he lowered his head. "It's all about keeping your teeth to yourself..."

His tongue came out, pink against the blue as he flicked it out over the head of the trapped cock, tail slithering again as he did.

His teeth rake his bottom lip, the muscles in his thighs flexing against the urge to move. This is a learning experience, not just a very pleasant night; which means keeping his eyes on the other man instead of closing them. Part of him distantly thinks he should really do some soul-searching as to why he finds this erotic rather than disconcerting, but not right now.

"Oh, is that the trick? I think there could be argument made that the tail could be considered." His own tail, still wrapped around his doppelganger's leg, starts to slither up, the tip of his spade tracing the curve of muscle on his inner thigh.

"The tail is a lovely benefit, yes," he agreed, his own still wound around his twin's, curling and uncurling in a sort of slow, constricting massage. His tongue licked along the underside of Kurt's shaft, licking up to the head and sealing his lips around it, keeping the cock in his mouth on the outside of his teeth as he sucked.

He's absolutely no stranger to what their tail can do, nor is this the first time he's received a blow job. Combining the two, however, is a completely new experience. Hissing in a slow breath through his teeth, the air is let out in a soft, short groan when his twin starts to suck. Kurt's hands shift on the bed, looking for something to grab other than the other man.

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