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.
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.
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.
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.
That didn't take long at all. It had been a long time for him to get as much as give and. Yeah. Kurt wasn't the best when it came to technique, but it was something. Hot and wet and infinitely better than his hand. His head lolled back only for him to force it back up. He wasn't keen on looking away from those eyes.
Kurt's tail was weaving behind him, that animalistic side he didn't let out much starting to creep up as he smelled Newt's arousal, tasted the tang of precome on his tongue and moved his mouth lower. He might have to be careful with his teeth, but his tongue had free reign to explore over what had made it inside. He was balanced on his feet, arched down with Newt in his mouth, a hand around the base of his shaft, moving slowly as his mouth did, and his other resting at Newt's thigh. The reactions of the man he was currently sucking on were only furthering to make him realize that his own arousal hadn't yet been completely satisfied. Not fully, anyway. He'd been starved for too long and he wanted to feast.
One day, when Newt's cock wasn't this close to razor sharp teeth, they were going to have to talk about how far those animalistic urges went. His tongue, though. Oh fuck was his tongue surprisingly good at this. Not perfect but he didn't need to be.
"T-try," great, he actually stuttered, "Try sucking too."
He didn't think Kurt would mind some real time critique and tips.
No... Kurt didn't mind tips or critique at all, lips lips turning a little, jaw opening wider to make sure he didn't accidentally use his teeth, and cheeks hollowing as he sucked at him. His hand stroked along, thumb sliding up along the shaft as his tail waved a little faster. The man was utterly wonderful with flushed cheeks like that.
Holy fuck that was not bad at all for a guy who didn't know what he was doing. And he looked so good with a dick in his mouth, cheeks hollowed and mouth full. It was almost enough to make Newt forget entirely about the teeth. He brought a hand up to run fingers through Kurt's hair. His moans interrupted by mumbled curse words.
Normally, curse words were bad, but considering what he remembered that feeling to be, he could understand the need to just let whatever ran through his head tumble from his lips. He continued to suck, tongue licking and head beginning to bob slowly. He didn't take Newt in far, mostly because he very much wanted to avoid hurting him on his teeth, but also because... well, having a dick in one's mouth was quite a... mouthful.
Newt tried to pull Kurt's face up with a tug of his hair as he got closer. "Dude."
No, really, unless he very much wanted his first experience with a mouthful of jizz, there wasn't much he could do to hold it back in a few moments. He was getting closer and closer to the point of no return and looking at Kurt's mouth and eyes and his scars and fuck.
Kurt would do as Newt had and see it through to the end. When his mouth filled, it would be a surprise, surely, but he considered it part of this experience. The taste of the man was salty, tangy, thick to swallow down, but he did, breathing through his nose and licking at the slit of Newt's cock even as he slowed his strokes along his shaft.
Well, new to this or not, it seemed that he was capable of reciprocating the pleasure he'd been given. That certainly made him feel... cocky.
"I would not dream of it. It would hardly be good in trying to draw a second date from you, no?" Kurt was feeling... smug. Smiling as he moved to sit himself beside Newt, his tail was happy to just loop lazily around the closest body part, Kurt's smile looking entirely too self-satisfied.
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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.
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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.
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In fact, he was only going to redouble his efforts. Shame that'd make it harder to look up at him.
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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.
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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?"
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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."
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"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.
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Made evident by the quiet moan Newt gave into the other's mouth while his hips tried to reach for more.
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But he also didn't want to hurt him, so...
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"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."
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Well... show him, Newt.
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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.
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That didn't take long at all. It had been a long time for him to get as much as give and. Yeah. Kurt wasn't the best when it came to technique, but it was something. Hot and wet and infinitely better than his hand. His head lolled back only for him to force it back up. He wasn't keen on looking away from those eyes.
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"T-try," great, he actually stuttered, "Try sucking too."
He didn't think Kurt would mind some real time critique and tips.
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No, really, unless he very much wanted his first experience with a mouthful of jizz, there wasn't much he could do to hold it back in a few moments. He was getting closer and closer to the point of no return and looking at Kurt's mouth and eyes and his scars and fuck.
Well. One way or another...
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Well, new to this or not, it seemed that he was capable of reciprocating the pleasure he'd been given. That certainly made him feel... cocky.
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"Thanks for not biting my dick off."
Couldn't let the mood linger, could he?
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