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Kurt Wagner ([personal profile] suchmiracles) wrote2019-08-03 03:17 pm

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[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-05 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's so, so strange. It doesn't help that there was more amnesia bullshit back home some while ago. It's like I really can't tell what is and isn't reality right now."

Jean-Paul sees that grin and smiles in response. "Be selfish. Be selfish and kiss me."
speed_of_snark: (fuk off)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-06 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul knows he's going to need a lot of kissing in the following weeks - for everyone else it's been a few days, but for him he has years in between the taste of these men. He needs to be reacquainted.

Jean-Paul makes a face. "Nate Grey. I hate that guy. Chrisse, Jean and Sott have about as many kids as Logan does at this point and they're not even two hundred years old." Not an entirely accurate summary of the Grey-Summers family tree, but Jean-Paul has never really cared to delve into it. "Anyway it was some... stupid reality shift. Thing. I was a member of the fuck police. I'm not even kidding."
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[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-06 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul gently strokes Kurt's cheek. It's a lot of information to dump on someone, and he sees now why neither Kurt nor Logan chose to enlighten him on too many details of what was then his future.

"Probably not. Suffice to say I was part of an entire team devoted to preventing people from falling in love." He shakes his head and sips his hot chocolate again. "I was not impressed once I figured out what was going on."

He pats Kurt's hand with his free one. "I am sorry - this is a lot. I know it's a lot. I don't intend to talk much about it unless you want me to, but I had to let you know where I was because I feel so strange about it. But also optimistic, which is probably just as strange."
speed_of_snark: (bit softer)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"It's very much okay," Jean-Paul says, squeezing Kurt's hand back. "We have time."

He sits quietly for a time, sometimes sipping his cocoa, sometimes just looking into it. Finally he sighs and carefully leans to set it aside. He turns to look at Kurt, eyes picking over last detail of the man.

"Ouais," he says, nodding. "You're still absolutely beautiful."
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[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it is," Jean-Paul assures him. He looks down at the hand on his leg before he covers it with his own. He looks up, smirking, eyes gleaming. "I'd like that," he says, voice low. "I really would."
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[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-11 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
There is a part of Jean-Paul that is conflicted as he kisses back, a part that is still back in the 'waking world' where he is with an entirely different man, and only him. The other parts of him respond to Kurt with a familiar passion, hands moving to run through his dark hair.
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[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-12 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He lays back when urged to do so, feeling the gentle sway of the hammock as he settles. When Kurt breaks their kiss he studies those luminous yellow eyes with an easy calm.

"It's okay," he says softly. "Wit' you, I think it's okay. I don't know why." He runs his hand up Kurt's arm, mouth turning up at the corners in a secret smile as he feels the soft texture of his fur.

"Are you okay?"
speed_of_snark: (bedroom eyes)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-14 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay," Jean-Paul assures him again. He smiles, placing his hand on Kurt's as it touches his chest. "If that changes, I'll tell you. I'm not going to bulldoze ahead on this." He laughs. "For once."

He shifts his body to let Kurt's fit even closer to his own. "We'll just... have some fun and go slow."
speed_of_snark: (bit softer)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-15 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
There is absolutely no mistaking Kurt for anyone else - his physical mutations make such a thing impossible. The feel of his hands, the texture of his fur... Jean-Paul finds himself relaxing somewhat. This is not his husband. It's <>Kurt. And some part of him has missed having Kurt this way so very much.

"You make me very happy," he whispers back. His hands skate over Kurt's shoulders and back, tracing his spine down to the curve of his ass. "You are a light, Kurt."
speed_of_snark: (bw smile)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul surprises himself by bursting into laughter. "Kurt, that's terrible," he chastises, but he hugs the other man tighter all the same.

"You're the king of dad jokes, it's awful."
speed_of_snark: (kiss comic)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-19 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"King of my heart," Jean-Paul purrs before he kisses back. He lets his body do what it wants to without fighting it - his limbs tangle around Kurt's form, his mouth opens readily, and his hips lift gently.

He waits for the guilt to come, but it does not.
speed_of_snark: (bedroom eyes)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-09-20 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul's eyelids flutter, mostly closed, and his head rolls to chase those soft touches. His hands slide over Kurt's thighs, mapping the taut lines of muscle there.

"Don't know what that means," he sighs as he moves his hands to lovingly squeeze Kurt's ass. Every inch of the man is lithe and tight, and Jean-Paul touches Kurt's body with something approaching reverence.