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[ The prospect of Frank returning has occurred to Kurt as well, though he'd never admit to the fact that the idea of being caught only makes him want it more, even if his history of dalliances with princesses and pirate queens alike wouldn't make the revelation much of a surprise to those who know him. Wynonna certainly looks the part, wind-tossed and carelessly beautiful against her pillows, all wicked grin and dark eyes. Kurt smiles back at her, licking the salt of her sweat and letting the points of the teeth in question graze her skin, his own gaze lit like twin coals. ]

Mmm. I have to be careful. [ His voice is a low purr, desire layering his accent a little thicker than normal. He moves his hand slightly, stroking, then sliding his broad fingers down to enjoy the path his tongue was recently travelling, the heat and wetness there. He presses one oversized fingertip against her, a little way into her, watching carefully for her reaction. ]

I wouldn't want to.. [ He resumes circling her clit with his thumb, teasing. ] .. for instance.. leave marks.

Well, you know what they say about —

[ Either she's still a little oversensitive from the night before or she's just so primed for touch at this point that even the slightest amount of penetration makes her shiver, and there's no mistaking the ease with which his finger sinks into her thanks to his mouth preparing the way somewhat; one hand settles in the bedsheets for a clutching grip and she's effectively cut off mid-sentence, chin tipping back to emit that quiet gasp. ]

Practice. [ And then it's finally closer to a moan when it leaves her, lashes briefly fluttering against her cheeks before she comes down enough to let the low rumble of his voice wash over her, the thickness of his accent making the moment feel even that much more seductive. ]

You say that like I'd mind. [ She might be partially giving herself away; God knows she's pretended to give Frank grief for leaving the occasional hickey, although she's the one who typically gets a little too overzealous in sucking marks into the lean column of his throat, forcing him to wear a collared shirt to hide them the next day. Last night is still a blurred amount of bits and pieces but surely Kurt's figured out for himself that she doesn't always need it gentle. ]

[ Those fangs appear again as he grins at her responsiveness and at the feeling of control, of vulnerability willingly shared. It's as delicious and instantly addictive as the mineral and marine taste of her on his lips and tongue, filling his senses with possibilities.

He wants to see it again, immediately, but just as much wants to stretch this out as long as they can together, lazy and gentle and comfortable in the soft morning sunshine, with the distant sounds of Frank moving around downstairs to keep things on the edge of becoming urgent. Such difficult choices.

Still, he keeps her answer in mind, humming thoughtfully as he rubs his cheek against her thigh then dips his head back down to taste her again, replacing his thumb with the sweep of his tongue and sucking at her, gently, letting her remember those sharp teeth so close to her now, as he slips back into her, deeper this time, beginning a slow and easy rhythm. ]

Edited 2020-02-19 16:58 (UTC)

[ She shouldn't feel like they're getting away with something, necessarily, not considering the aftermath of the fight that had propelled all three of them upstairs and into this room to tumble into this very bed, a bed that certain scents still cling to, faint and musky. But maybe she does experience the thrill of being a little stealthy while their current third party remains unaware downstairs — for however long, there's no way of knowing, especially once she starts to have trouble maintaining a lower volume.

The soft, ticklish nuzzle of fur against her inner thigh elicits a warm chuckle, but that becomes a whimper too when he returns his mouth to her, lips wrapping for that desired suction against where she's sensitive and achey before he gives her that dual stimulation, slick manipulation and slow thrusting all at the same time. ]

Shit — [ She breathes it, and if it's even possible her legs fall open even wider as she offers him the tilt of her hips; there'll be no denying she's well-spread if they happen to attract an audience, no way for her to even bother disguising what they're doing as one of her hands trails up the curve of her side and thumbs open a few of the top buttons on her swiped shirt to slip inside, fingers plucking at the aroused bud of one nipple. ]

[ Feeling and hearing her let go of a little more control for the sake of desire is intoxicating. Kurt follows her movements, shifting up onto his knees, tail curling in delighted spirals behind him as he presses even deeper into her, stroking long wide circles of her inner heat as he echoes the movements with his tongue. Each tremble and ripple of her muscles seems to echo through his own body; he's hard enough now that the soft cotton of Frank's sweatpants is starting to become both damp and frustrating.

He plays out the thread of his own patience against her ability to take it, greedy for as much of her as he can get but unable to decide what he wants the ultimate outcome to be. Finally, he can't stand it any more; leaving one hand still working inside her, he moves up along her body, pausing for a moment to study the play of her arousal across her face. ]

Ah, Fräulein, you are beautiful.

[ He leans down, close enough to feel her breath against his mouth, but denying her, for the moment, that contact. His thumb finds her clit again, moving faster this time. ] I can't wait to see what you look like when you come.

It won't be — long now.

[ His fingers are longer, thicker, and even one has the capability to thoroughly unravel her; she closes her eyes for what feels like a second and then the next time she opens them, he's there hovering above her, mouth drifting inches away from her own, so close she could surge up and kiss him if she wanted to while he works his hand against her harder, faster, prompts a soft whimper into the space between his face and hers.

Her hands slip into the sheets beneath her to grip on either side of her body and she's straining, vibrating with the need to come and the knowledge that he'll get her there, that he'll be the one solely responsible for getting her off while Frank's downstairs, that one loud moan from her could give them away completely — and she can't deny that she almost wants them to be discovered like this, or even one step further.

She's hovering on that edge and one more circle of his thumb on her clit takes her over it, and she does lift up to kiss him then, stifling her cry before collapsing back to writhe, to ride out the waves of sensation, flushed and breathless. When she finally stills, it only takes a second for her lips to twitch up into a slow grin and she slips a hand between them to shove beneath the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants and establish a gentle, sliding grip with her fingers. ]

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