It is difficult to think--well, straight. Right now Kurt's all too inclined to say yes to anything that means feeling more of this, particularly when he pictures what his other self's promising. The low groan, not quite muffled in time, is probably answer enough without his further vocalizing, "Alright." His mouth moves down, playfully nipping at his jaw.
Even with the permission given, Kurt is slow. Careful. Teasing. The tip of his tail doesn't do more than dance round the outside of the other's ass, tapping or sliding over it, the length of the teasing tail still coiling around a blue cock.
Don't remind me. I'm hoping things'll calm down by August so I can app to a game or two.
For the best that he does, because they're skirting the edges of this Kurt's experience with other men; not that any amount could really prepare him for pulling his own doppelganger into bed. How many Hail Marys is that again? He seems to be enjoying himself if the soft noises he makes are any indication, most of them muffled because he's too in the habit of keeping quiet. His mouth rises, his breath ghosting against the tip of his twin's ear just before he draws it between his lips, tongue flicking along the point. The coils of his tail slow but still move, not quite in a regular rhythm.
Using his fingers doesn't seem as optimal seeing as they're larger than the tip of his tail. So he's gentle as he moves closer to the center of Kurt's hole, tickling more than pressing until he can prod the tip in. He makes a soft sound when his ear is mouthed, hips shifting against the tail still coiled around it. "I... ah, would like to make you feel pleasure."
No, it's all perfectly logical, so much logic in this bed considering the rapidly dwindling brain power of at least one man in it. Said Kurt squirms minutely against the teasing sensation, stilling with a catch in his breath when the other mutant starts to press inside.
"You weren't.. already?" He chuckles, more air than sound as he presses an open kiss to his doppelganger's jaw, just near the ear. He draws in a breath through his nose, his hips jerking down instinctively. "Won't we, ah, need some.. slick?" Apparently his twin's doing something right if Kurt can't remember the word for lube.
A soft laugh, head turning to catch at another pair of blue lips. "I mean, I would like to make you... reach your full enjoyment. That can be as we are going, or we can do something that you are more certain of. I want you to be... comfortable. And yes," he said with a smirk, "we would need lubrication, of which there is some in the nightstand."
That's not very believable. Sorry for the delay (and belated for the silliness)
He hums approvingly, following those lips for a second when the other man moves away to talk. When those words sink in Kurt groans, leaning his forehead against his twin's. "You are asking me to make choices now? Ach, so cruel. I.. think if you would want to, then who better to trust with something you've never done before? Since you are apparently prepared for the eventuality." He should know better than to tease by this point.
He felt himself blushing at the not-quite accusation, head ducking down as he hid it against a blue chest. "I was hopeful and I would rather be prepared than have to cancel if things are going... a certain way." Like now. Kurt, don't make him feel like a letch.
"No, no--" Kurt interrupts himself by pressing his lips against the top of his other self's head. "That wasn't a complaint. You think you were the only one who was hopeful, as you say? Who was it that encouraged things in this direction?" His hands start to move, skimming over his twin's back in a motion meant to be either soothing or distracting. "I tease too much, sometimes, when I am nervous."
"I would not want you to be nervous. Though, it is terrible of me to say that as I find myself a little as well. We are quite a pair, yes?" He slid a hand up along a scarred chest, tapping fingers lightly over where his other self's heart was. "I would move only as much as you are comfortable with."
"I think for once we are both being fairly average. So much as you can be in this situation," he adds with a soft chuckle, because how can anything about this be normal? Kurt's eyes drift down when he feels a hand sliding up his chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I think--at the risk of being narcissistic--the prospect is far too appealing to let a little case of nerves get in the way."
"It does feel a little bit like an ego thing, yes? I thought it was just me." He chuckled, lifting his head to look up at the face so like his. "Yet, I still find appeal in it. What do you think that says?"
"Could say a few things, really. We are so unique in the world, perhaps it is nothing more than being drawn to someone who looks--familiar. Like most people, but we have not so many who do. Or perhaps the draw is that it is us, and there lies an entire host of reasons why that appeals."
Tilting his head down, Kurt rests his forehead against his other self's. "You know, not to discourage the conversation, but I have thought of something perhaps that will help in our concern about my comfort? What do you think of a slight change in position? You sitting on the bed, und me sitting on you. That should allow me a little more control and take a little of the responsibility off you, hm?"
His eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the closeness before he gave a small nod, looking up at his twin. "You are right. In both things, I think. I am not as... experienced as I would like to be when having to initiate another and I fear there is some... anxiety about causing you harm."
That--something about the combination of the other man's physical reactions and his concern about Kurt's comfort warms his heart. Not quite having the words to express that, he instead tilts his head to steal a swift kiss.
"Then we will do that. Why don't I get the lubrication while you move," he suggests in a murmur, the coils of his tail sliding along and off his twin's cock in preparation, albeit reluctantly.
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Yeah, especially with how crazy my summer's been.
And it's not even halfway done. ENJOY =D
Don't remind me. I'm hoping things'll calm down by August so I can app to a game or two.
How many Hail Marys is that again?He seems to be enjoying himself if the soft noises he makes are any indication, most of them muffled because he's too in the habit of keeping quiet. His mouth rises, his breath ghosting against the tip of his twin's ear just before he draws it between his lips, tongue flicking along the point. The coils of his tail slow but still move, not quite in a regular rhythm.Never...
Are you trying to jinx me?
"You weren't.. already?" He chuckles, more air than sound as he presses an open kiss to his doppelganger's jaw, just near the ear. He draws in a breath through his nose, his hips jerking down instinctively. "Won't we, ah, need some.. slick?" Apparently his twin's doing something right if Kurt can't remember the word for lube.
Noooooo >>
That's not very believable. Sorry for the delay (and belated for the silliness)
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Tilting his head down, Kurt rests his forehead against his other self's. "You know, not to discourage the conversation, but I have thought of something perhaps that will help in our concern about my comfort? What do you think of a slight change in position? You sitting on the bed, und me sitting on you. That should allow me a little more control and take a little of the responsibility off you, hm?"
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"Then we will do that. Why don't I get the lubrication while you move," he suggests in a murmur, the coils of his tail sliding along and off his twin's cock in preparation, albeit reluctantly.