herpetology | open post • eudio

His tail tightened around Newt's leg as fingers touched the base of it, that toned ass of his flexing as pleasure zinged through him. All from a single touch. The man was clearly magical. He let out a quiet breath, hands moving up to Newt's neck, thumb stroking up over the beard that lined his jaw. "I am... unsure what I would want, but I know that I would like to make sure you enjoy yourself. Anything that helps me accomplish that would be good."

"Well, I'm definitely gonna suck your dick. Aaaand..." Newt looked nervously at Kurt's mouth. "That's probably not a good idea to return. We'll figure that out later."

Now he was going to take the opportunity to spin them and gently shove Kurt back onto the couch.

It was the frankness that caught him off guard, the words painting a very clear image in Kurt's head that had said dick filling painfully quickly, his body turning and falling back onto the couch as he looked up at Newt in surprise. "Oh."

Well. Okay then. He'd figure something out, Newt. He could suck on just the tip, maybe?

"We don't have to?"

Was this still all too much for him? Granted, getting fully naked was weird but he really wanted to see the scars and fair was fair.

Until he heard a no, Newt was going to go ahead and crouch down to let his hands rest on Kurt's knees.

"That is not... I did not mean it in a bad way. I am just... surprised by your forwardness. In a good way," he rushed the last four words, hands reaching out for Newt, leaning forward so he could hold his shoulder. "A very good way. It almost--," he blushed, cheeks darkening to purple for a moment as his gaze dipped down, seeing Newt's cock before lifting back up to his eyes. "Even just the words and the thoughts they bring can feel good, and it is not something I am used to. But... I think I would like to be."

Newt smirked with all the pleased pride in the world. There was a reason he picked this over other stuff. Well practiced biologists know what the fuck they're doing.

"Just wait."

He trailed toothy kisses in leaps up his thigh, stopping only at the base of his cock to give a long and feather-light lick. Kurt was already pretty hard. Didn't seem like it was going to take that long to get him moaning.

No, Newt, not long at all. His eyes closed at the kisses and bites, muscles twitching under Newt's mouth before he felt that heat and wetness at his dick. It wasn't a moan as much as it was a forced exhalation of the breath he was holding, along with his hands tightening where they were, gripping at Newt as he felt a rush of pleasure all but tickle through him. "That... is good."

That was more than good, but Kurt's brain wasn't really searching through his vocabulary for words at the moment.

Soon enough, Kurt wouldn't remember words at all. At least, that was Newt's goal anyway. Get him forgetting either language.

Newt just chuckles, like the worst evil villain, and keeps at it. Up, down, more pressure here and there. Not enough to give real satisfaction but enough to build up tension. That was the key to a fantastic blowjob: tension. This and careful handling of specimens were the only places he could have any patience. Even now, though, it didn't last too long. Kurt probably wouldn't anyway. He started circling the tip with his skilled tongue once he had a nice face full of hard blue cock. God he was going to brag about this for years. At last at last, his lips wrapped around the head and tongue continued to flick and ooze onto the slit. He would be working Kurt up again if he came too fast.

That was a very likely scenario, particularly as Kurt was currently being flooded with sensations he'd never felt before. The heat of Newt's mouth on him was... well, it was sinfully delicious. Kurt's eyes closed, his hand moving up to the short hair on Newt's head as his mouth opened and a soft moan left it. He was hardly ignorant of the fact that sex, when he ever chose to have it, would be good, but he hadn't quite gotten the level of pleasure right in his head.

His tail wasn't idle, snaking down to let the agile tip curl around Newt's shaft.

Newt faltered and moaned a sort of high pitched one, probably from the lack of air he had at the moment. Or surprise. You know what, don't judge okay? He's being jacked off - or going to be - by a tail while his mouth is about to be full of blue cock. He's allowed to be surprised.

And incredibly aroused. Sure, he would be already. Something about giving oral just drives him crazy. Watching Kurt was an exceptional experience. Virgins. Had to love 'em. He wouldn't make the poor guy wait any longer. His lips wrapped fully around and took all of Kurt effortlessly. Newt hummed around him and appreciated the fullness for a moment or two. Just. Oh god it had been a while since he had a dick in his mouth. A far too long while.

There was a moment where Kurt's entire body just shuddered, including the tail wrapping itself around Newt's cock. Heat. Heat and wet and... God in Heaven, how had this not been something he'd been able to experience before?

There was one thing he could do, that he hoped the man on his knees trying to kill him would like. He wasn't entirely pure in that he'd never... well, achieved full happiness. He'd been a teenager. Even blue mutant teenagers had raging hormones. And he'd found something that he'd liked, since his hands hadn't felt nearly as good as this.

Slowly, he moved his tail so that it wound down around the length of Newt's shaft, the tip stroking over the head of his cock as he gave a slow squeeze with the coil of his tail, then relaxed a little and slid a bit more around him, then a little less, constricting and relaxing slowly while the more agile tip stroked over and around the slid and ridge of his cockhead.

Okay, now he was thankful for the stripping down thing. He moaned around Kurt's cock as his own got one hell of a good treatment. He was seriously crouching on the guy's floor and getting off by his tail. His hips moved toward it to seek more pleasure. To return the favour, he started giving long and hard sucks as his mouth came up. Up, down, getting faster with each movement only to slow down again. See, that was the key to a good blowjob: variety. Variety and keeping your hands busy, which were on their way to just that.

His breathing had started coming faster, eyes rolling back as he felt that pleasure starting at the base of his cock. Newt's mouth was crazy kind of heaven to him and Kurt was trying so very hard to keep his brain on the track of enjoying what the man was doing and being able to reciprocate.

But he was only human. Ish. he let out a low groan, German slipping past his lips as he warned Newt that the man might want to move soon. Very soon. God in Heaven, the man had a mouth that could make angels weep.

Uh, no? Infinitely fuck that, he was going to take all of him. This was the first blowjob he'd given in ages and it was to a really adorable guy so. No. No he wasn't going to pull away.

In fact, he was only going to redouble his efforts. Shame that'd make it harder to look up at him.

His toes flexed, legs moving to rest his feet against Newt's side to grip him, pull him in closer even as the tip of his tail started to move a little more erratically over him. He was trying, Newt, but he could only try so hard.

And then his orgasm all but exploded out of him, making his back arch, shoulders pinned to the couch as he bowed outward, praises to God and Newt and his mouth leaving him in a trail of broken German.

Yes his uh... tailiwork (haha get it) definitely had Newt feeling great but that was gonna be a while. A lot longer than poor Kurt seemed to be. Hey, they had all night and the promise of dinner to refuel them.

Kurt tastes pretty much the same as anyone else: fantastic. And hearing him come with stuttered words and a mix of languages? Beautiful. Only when he's sure that Kurt is finished does he pull away and swallow to grin up at him.

"That was your first right?"

His eyes take a moment to focus on Newt, looking at the smug little grin and feeling something flop over in his chest. The man had made him come undone in a matter of moments and seemed entirely too pleased with that idea.

Clearly it was time for payback. Head tipping down, he moved to crawl off of the couch, aiming to press Newt back onto the floor, tail still flexing and stroking over him, this time with more intent. "That was... yes. My first of many things. And I would like to repay such a kindness."

Hello, floor. Nice to meet you with a light thud. His hands automatically rested on Kurt's hips. Newt was choking back a surprised moan before he knew it.

"That's great but can you kiss me first?"

He has a thing about kissing. He knows it's weird and pretty intimate for the kind of wild, no-strings sex he's used to it's just... something he likes. You could probably get all psychological on him and figure out the reason but that sucked the fun out of everything.

Teeth flashed in a smile as Kurt all but hovered over him on hands and feet, bending down to find Newt's lips with his own, tail still working the man under him. The release was making him feel good, confident, and maybe a little aggressive -- in a good way. What he wanted was to make Newt come apart as easily as the man had him. He knew it wasn't likely, but he could probably get him there. Eventually. He was certainly willing to try.

Better. Way better. Lips and hands were not going to be still. Newt wanted to trace over every single scar, if he could. It was good to see him suddenly so confident. Maybe it was because he was doing with his tail instead of hands? Kurt seemed to know exactly what to do with that fucking tail.

Made evident by the quiet moan Newt gave into the other's mouth while his hips tried to reach for more.

Kurt knew what to do with that tail in a way that he liked, but he had to wonder if it was what Newt preferred. So there was a moment where he broke the kiss, tail stilling for the same time as he looked Newt in the eye. "Is there... something specific you would like? I would very much like to bring you the same sort of pleasure, but as you said... the teeth..." His eyes flicked downward. Yes, a part of him very much wanted to see what it was like to be on the other end of that, wanted to know what Newt tasted like and how it felt to have that in his mouth. To see if it would affect him as much as it had Kurt.

But he also didn't want to hurt him, so...

Oh fuck him. Fuck him running. He was-- He looked so genuine! Like all he wanted to do in the world was please everyone, not just Newt. Newt was glad that he was the only one in the room at the time. It was like an onslaught of kawaii straight to his gut and his melting expression showed it.

"You're probably not gonna be awesome at it since you've never done it before. With or without razor sharp teeth. But..."

His thumb ran along blue cheek. Newt looked right into golden eyes.

"I can tell you how if you want. Just promise not to bite my dick off."

Kurt chuckled, turning to press a kiss to that stroking thumb. "I would never do such a thing. Besides, how in the world would I convince you to come over again if I did that? No, I think I will be okay with merely following your lead, mein wossermolch." Smiling widely, he leaned in and pressed another kiss to Newt's lips, tongue coming out for a light moment of play before he moved to crawl backwards down Newt's body.

Well... show him, Newt.

Newt is going to ignore that flutter in his chest and chalk it up to Kurt being exotic and sweet and wanting to both feed and blow him. The kiss gave a much more familiar sensation of arousal and distracts him from any other thoughts.

He sits up on his elbows to be able to demonstrate. Even with the limited angle, his hand still manage to animate has he explains.

"Okay you hold your mouth like this," which he shows. Lips kind of wrapped around teeth. "With your jaw to the back. Don't worry about taking all of it, use your hand for the rest."

Technique and stuff would come later. Baby steps, Kurt. Especially with your teeth, dude.

Head moving down towards Newt's crotch, Kurt's eyes stayed on the man as he did as directed, covering his teeth with his lips and opening his mouth to take the tip of Newt's cock into his mouth. It was a cock, much like his own was, but it wasn't his, which made this feel all that much more like something exciting. Lips closing around him, he let his tongue come in to the picture, licking over the slit and grasping the rest of the shaft in his hand. His eyes never left Newt's.

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