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to be prettied

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Okay, c'mon, Kurt. Even you'd have to giggle at that mishandling of that right there.

"Have you ever heard of Mystery Science Theater 3000?"

His hand idly moved to Kurt's tail to stroke it. It was there. His hands couldn't keep still. Sure, it was a little intimate but whatever. He'd already started touching - tracing along it.

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"Ah..." Kurt was a little distracted, eyes half closed as he felt the little shivers skimming up through his spine from those simple touches. He'd never really had anyone else play with his tail before. He knew there were a few sensitive spots, but on the whole, someone stroking it like that... was... awfully nice. And distracting. And a little bit more than that, making him shift just a bit where he sat.

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Wait what? That wasn't an answer?

Newt leaned forward a little and caught That look in Kurt's eye. Oh.

OOOH.

He remembered something like this happening before! The first time they met. Now Newt wasn't going to stop. His finger traced all the way to the tip and then started grazing along the outside of the point.

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He might have been able to just enjoy it like a cat being petted -- if Newt hadn't trailed up to the spade tip. The flexible, hand-like part of his tail was surprisingly sensitive, the light touches and grazes over the tip making him shiver much more noticeably, then open his eyes and look over at Newt because surely the man knew what he was doing...

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Oh he fucking know what he was doing alright. He knew it and kept doing it. and smiled innocently at Kurt when they locked eyes.

When they did, Newt lightly dragged his nails down the center of the spade. Just to see what he'd do.

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What he did was curse in German, a word Newt might be familiar with, then turned quickly to grab the teasing, distracting, wonderful man and lean in to steal a kiss. His tail wrapped around the wrist of the hand teasing him, tugging it closer to his body as his hand went to the back of Newt's neck.

Movie? What movie...?

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HOKAY so Kurt had the talk with his mind, apparently. His mind seemed to have given the all clear. He gave a muffled noise of surprise when they started kissing that was getting a lot hotter a lot faster than usual.

Newt was way more than okay with this circumstance. The tail around his wrist was not cool, however. He was in the middle of something. Newt took it upon himself to redirect his hand to Kurt's chest. You can let go now, tail. Newt's got this. Newt's very got this.

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The tail would not let go. Not completely, anyway. Instead, it would be curling and finding its way up Newt's arm, moving to the front of his chest and working on those pesky little buttons. Kurt was aware, this time, of this action, more than okay with them at least getting to where they'd been last time. Shirts off, touching happening, when had wiener schnitzel flavored lips become so tasty?

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Much, much faster than usual. Newt gives a light nibble to the other's tongue before his hands move in to help with vest and shirt buttons. Newt was beyond tempted to pull Kurt on top of him--

Wait why not?

Okay, yes, new plan. Pull Kurt on top of him while sinking down to lay on the couch. Made making out so much easier.

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He almost rebalanced himself when he felt himself being tugged down, but a moment's thought showed him that it seemed to be intentional on Newt's part, so... Kurt followed along, shifting to settle himself half on top of Newt, legs curled up a little as he felt a shiver of anticipation at what might happen. He had no idea how far they'd go, but he'd resolved himself to being okay with whatever happened.

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Newt finally broke the kiss when they were in their new position, grinning up at him.

"You okay?"

Look, he just didn't want Kurt to poof away again. Not that he'd have anywhere to go but maybe the bedroom or something. Without waiting for an answer, Newt kept going with the shirt to put his hands on Kurt's chest and slide down. Oh.

Oh fuck those scars felt awesome.

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Kurt's reply was cut off when Newt's hands moved over him, his tail quickly flicking the rest of Newt's buttons open so he could lay his head down on Newt's bare chest. He could smell the clean scent of male, and he found himself a little surprised that it was merely adding to the experience of it all. The hands on him were such a rarity, touch something he'd always craved, and he brushed his cheek against Newt's chest as he sighed. "I am... wunderbar. Please keep doing that."

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Newt laughed breathy sort of chuckle (that was half smug) and let his hands sneak up around to his back and feel the scars there.

"How far do these go?"

And you better believe he'll be asking for proof.

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"Ah... all the way?" Pretty much the only parts of him not cut into were his tail, hands, fingers, and... well... certain sensitive areas.

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... He was just joking.

"Seriously? Show me."

Okay yeah he did want to see Kurt out of his clothes for sexy reasons, but he'd settle for a non-sexy reason first. He was also a fan of body mods! And science. Kurt was one hell of a scientific marvel.

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"R-really?" That stilled him, not because he was ashamed of what he'd done to himself, but it would be the first time he'd been unclothed fully with others around. He was German. There wasn't too much body shyness between them or Swedes or anyone European, but Kurt wasn't a normal human and he'd spent his entire life being told how very not normal he was. He hadn't truly thought anyone would want to see him as he was.

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"Uh.. yeah?"

Newt did not get it. Yes, Kurt was Fucking Fascinating. He would absolutely admit that he wanted to properly study the guy as a scientist and as a lover. But he couldn't see treating him like that. Not this guy. He was just so... nice. And adorable. Not when there were other mutants out there, anyway.

"Surprisingly, I really want to see you naked. I know, total shocker."

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He laughed, lifting his head to look at Newt as his hand came up to push at a stray bit of hair. "It actually is. I, ah, have not been naked around anyone since my foster mother stopped having to bathe me."

See what you were getting yourself into?

But even saying that, Kurt moved to push himself up from lying over Newt, stepping off the couch to the floor and standing there, shrugging out of his top and using his tail to nimbly unfasten his pants. "If you are certain?"

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Oooh, bath time. Now that could be good. Newt was a little surprised - and also very much not - to find out that Kurt hadn't been naked around anyone else for so long. He was shy enough for it.

His eyes were right on the prize, watching his hands and then tail move to get rid of clothes. His eyes did not move from his crotch. Nope. Not missing a second of this.

"Very certain. Very very certain."

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Kurt would have to be blind to miss where Newt's gaze was, feeling the heat in his cheeks again and realizing that there would be something there for the man to see, since Kurt was halfway aroused as it was. But, when he asked himself if he wanted to stop, to put his clothes back on and merely sit and do nothing, the answer was 'no'. He liked the attention. He very much liked being touched, particularly by someone that seemed so pleased to do so. And he found that he wanted to see where else this could go.

So, watching Newt for his reaction, watching merely because he couldn't look elsewhere, Kurt undid his pants and pushed them down. He wore blue and white striped boxers underneath, ones that were partially tented at the moment, but those were snagged by his tail and shimmed down as well until he stepped out of the pool of his pants. His first instinct was to cover his crotch with either his hands or his tail, but that would rather defeat the purpose of letting Newt know what there was to see. "So..."

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Well.

The curtains matched the drapes. And he wasn't too big, so that was nice. Newt had never been a size queen. They were just uncomfortable.

His eyes didn't know where to look. There was so much to take in! He had amazing legs, as expected. His scars really did go all the way down and around... The first thought in his mind was sucking his dick clean off.

Newt's brown-hazels make it all the way back up to golds and enjoyed every step of the way.

"Nice." Bronod. And happy-smug-smirk. Newt stayed on the couch and started to unlace his boots so he could return the favor. "Really nice."

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His tail had been still, stiller than it ever was as he waited for the deliberation. When Newt smiled, he found himself grinning, cock giving a twitch as it decided now would be a good time to show off. God Lord, his body had a strange way of reacting to Newt. His tail was back to weaving behind him, his eyes finding themselves drawn to the crotch of Newt's pants as he wondered if Newt was anywhere in the same neighborhood as he was.

And maybe he wondered if that art went anywhere else.

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Shoes were quick to come off. Newt stood to unceremoniously strip, kicking his stuff to the wayside. Who needed to neatly fold? It was the end of the day and Newt had never cared much about wrinkles.

He stood with his arms open to let Kurt take a good look. Nothing exciting, really. His tattoos stopped at his arms, with the exception of a turtle-like Kaiju on his right calf. His light coating of fuzz continued all around, including all over his slight pudge of a belly.

"Not nearly as exciting but," he shrugged. "It's what I've got." He certainly wasn't ashamed of himself. Yeah, he knew he wasn't a hunk. So what? People were either going to like that or not. That was on them.

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His eyes traced down along Newt's body, finding that smaller art on his leg and grinning. The posture Newt took was 'take me or leave me' and Kurt was happy to do the former,stepping close and letting his hand rest on Newt's chest, sliding around to his side, then his back, feeling the tickle of fuzz under his palm. "I find it very exciting."

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Those fingers had the weirdest sensation. Newt loved it. His own hands went right for Kurt's ribs and then sliding down to his ass.

"Exciting enough to let me do stuff?"

Kurt your dick was going to get sucked clean off.