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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men_Evolution, X-Men_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Wagner/Reader
  Character:
      Kurt_Wagner, Kitty_Pryde
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Rave_Scene, tail!kink, German!kink, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-05 Updated: 2013-12-18 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 12509
****** Akustikrausch ******
by forlornTimekeeper
Notes
     Written while listening to two very dirty German rave songs on
     repeat. I've decided I quite enjoy writing Kurt as a kinky little
     demon. This was also my first attempt at porn, so be gentle but
     constructive with your criticism!
     Also, I dunno how accurate the German is, I got it from a supposedly
     fluent speaker, but you all know how the internet is. If you'd like a
     link to the songs I was listening to, feel free to note me~
***** Tails *****
Summer, thank God it was finally summer. You’d been painfully waiting to
graduate from high school ever since that awkward first day of sixth grade. You
never thought you’d get so much joy from throwing a hat in the air and having
it potentially land in someone’s eye. Your diploma sat on your dresser, tucked
neatly in its fake leather book, just like everyone else’s that graduated with
you that lived at the Institute – the Professor said “it was an achievement you
shouldn’t take lightly”.
But getting the hell out of that school wasn’t even the best part, oh no. It
was the after party you couldn’t wait for, the party everyone had been planning
for an entire year. And everyone was going; Kitty, Rogue, Evan, and Kurt – plus
a few others you weren’t particularly close to. Of course just the idea of
going to a rave and dancing until you thought you were going to pass out sent
shivers of excitement down your arms, but it was also the first time Kurt had
ever been to one. Yeah, you felt bad for teasing him about it, trying to tell
yourself ‘but everyone else did, too, and I didn’t even start it’. Either way,
taking someone to their first rave was like going to your first one all over
again, and thankfully for you, that had been one hell of a good night.
Kitty popped her head through your door, her hair done up with neon pink
streaks. “Hey, come on, Scott said he wants to leave in like, five minutes,”
she said, smiling giddily, and you could tell she was bouncing on her toes on
the other side of your door.
You shoo her away and finish getting dressed, sliding the thick fluffies over
your shoes and pulling on your matching neon arm warmers. One more look-over in
the mirror and you confirmed it, you were hot. It didn’t matter what anyone
else said. Tonight you were one sexy ass son of a bitch and you were going to
dance like all the guys wanted you. Your makeup and hair made you look
mysterious, and your clothes made you look delicious.
As you made your way down the hall, headed for the lobby, you were yanked into
one of the various bedrooms by Kitty and told to give your opinion. “Opinion on
what?” you asked, desperately trying to regain your footing.
“Tell Kurt he looks fine so we can go,” she demanded, pointing her finger in
the direction of the aforementioned.
Oh hot damn. But you couldn’t say that out loud. It was really hard not to
though, considering what he was wearing… or rather, what he wasn’t wearing.
Other than the elaborately blue circuit printed trip pants and studded leather
bracelets Kitty had let him borrow, he wasn’t wearing much else. Though, you
were fairly certain she was referring to that fact that he was also visibly
clad in blue fur and his tail swished back and forth nervously behind him. It
took you a minute to formulate a response, you were much too wrapped up in just
how fine he did look. His hair was gently mused, which you always thought was
cute, his fur ruffled just a little in all the right places, and there was the
slightest bit of darker fur peeking over the hem of his pants above his naval.
“You look fine, what’s the matter?” It sounded nonchalant, you think, but you
put your hands on your hips just to make sure, hoping you hadn’t been
distracted for too long.
He made a sound of distress and looked back in the mirror on his dresser. “But
von’t zey stare at me? I’m covered in fur,” he whined.
They’ll stare at you because you’re fuckin’ attractive, not because you’re
fuzzy. “Nah, they’ll pass you off as a furry. Besides, you’ll be sweating, and
I’m pretty sure you won’t want to be wearing a shirt over all that fur.” Nailed
it.
With Kurt feeling more confident about his appearance, you and Kitty
practically dragged him downstairs by the tail, eager to get a move on. Scott
waited out by his car, Rogue already in the passenger seat and waving at the
three of you.
Scott gave Kurt a once-over and then eyed you and Kitty. “Are you sure it’s
okay for him to go out like that?”
Kitty nodded while you gave proper explanation. “People pay hundreds of dollars
to look like that at raves, he’ll be covered in women.” Alright, maybe that
hurt a little to say, because you knew it was probably true, though you also
knew that playing it cool would work better than being awkward and clingy. But
Jesus Christ he looked soft and cuddly and the air blowing around you was
freezing.
It was nearly impossible to hide that fact that your teeth were chattering
during the entire ride, but you hardly noticed through the excited conversation
of showing off your much practiced dance moves in front of other people and
scoping out hot guys. As the club building came into view, it took some
encouraging words to keep the little fuzzbutt from backing out.
“Kurt, relax, as long as you stick with us you’ll be fine!” Kitty yelled over
the wind, leaning over you – as you had taken care to inconspicuously take the
middle seat.
You watched his face as it twisted into worry and anxiety.
“But I don’t know how to dance to zis kind of music,” he said, and you realized
that that was a detail you and Kitty had tried not to forget.
“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning over so you didn’t have to yell so loud. “It’s
really simple, you’ll catch on.” When he smiled at you the butterflies settled
deep in the pit of your stomach, and the mixture of cold air and internal heat
made your cheeks hurt.
It started out in high school as a little crush, like they all did, and you
figured it would eventually go away, like the others had. But this one didn’t,
it stuck with you through two whole years, and it was an internal emotional
roller coaster. Sometimes when he’d flirt with you, you were sure he was into
you, until he got a girlfriend. When you thought about it, the sheer amount of
tears you shed for him and all of the outbursts of frustration made you a
little ashamed. But he hadn’t been with anyone since Amanda, that fuckin’
bitch. You didn’t like to think awfully of her, but you knew from the get-go
she was only using him. Needless to say, you made sure to be his shoulder to
cry on, and ever since then, you can confidently say they the two of you have
been fairly close.
When Scott pulled up to the front doors and you gracelessly climbed out of his
car, the loud music from inside intensified your goose bumps. You collectively
waved him off, then as a group of four, filed in line to go through the
preliminaries. Everyone doubled checked that they had their IDs, since it was
one of those 21 and under friendly clubs.
It took a good twenty minutes to get in, but that was alright, conversation was
nice and easy. At one point you felt something twitch against the skin of your
thigh and you looked down, seeing the furry blue tail. He was nervous again.
“Hey,” you laughed, smiling at him. “Calm down already, and keep that thing
under control.” His sheepish smile and the way his ears twitched and turned
faintly purple with his cheeks as he shied away from you made your heart
flutter all over again.
The butterflies didn’t die down until the guard at the front door asked for
everyone’s ID, which you all presented. He did an authenticity check before
handing them back with a smile and a terse, “Go ahead.”
Inside the music vibrated in your chest, the neon lights flashed while still
maintaining an atmosphere of comfortable darkness. A thin layer of mist hung in
the air with the smell of sweat and hormones, the massive room packed to the
walls with teens desperate to either get noticed or get a little attention.
Kitty huddled everyone up to lay out a gameplan, especially since Kurt was new
to the rave scene, and strained to yell over the music. “Rule number one, don’t
take anything from anyone! Rule number two, you must always have at least one
other person from the Institute with you at all times! Rule number three, keep
the details on the down low!”
Kurt tilted his head questioningly, not fully understanding the reasons for the
girl’s strange precautions. You leaned over again to explain, “There’s a lot of
weird guys and assholes that hang around places like these, better to be safe
than sorry!”
He nodded back at you, then suddenly looked excited to get moving. At first you
traveled in a cohesive group of four, weaving your way through the crowd firmly
grasping a partners hand to make sure nobody got lost. Eventually you were able
to make a bubble in the crowd big enough to accommodate everyone.
You and Kitty went to work on showing Kurt the ropes, starting with a few
basics until he started to get the hang of things. Before long he was dancing
like a pro, practically showing the two of you up, ‘zis is so simple!’ he had
said.
For being nearly midnight you were pumped full of energy, jumping with the
crowd and singing along to the scarce amount of words you knew. The lights
dulled your vision, and soon having to see much of anything no longer mattered.
The only thing you were currently concerned with was swinging your hips,
popping your chest, and shaking your ass. Even though any other day you
would’ve felt self-conscious, here you felt powerful, you felt desirable. It
could’ve been the music and the way it was driving you on, or it could be the
fact that you were determined to get the attention of a certain fuzzy blue elf.
Every once in a while you turned to check on him, pleased to see that the only
women who approached him were simply complementing his ‘outfit’. Other than
that, you were happy to see that he was happy, because he certainly looked like
he was enjoying himself.
You did catch him looking at you once, and you pretended not to notice for a
minute before smiling at him. He smiled back and closed the gap between you,
making you slow down to hear him.
“I can’t believe you haven’t brought me here sooner!”
You laughed good-heartedly, letting your cheeks sting a little from the force
of your smile. “I wish I would’ve known you would’ve had this much fun!” you
replied, not being able to ignore the fact that your shoulder brushed against
the fur of his chest, or the way his lips brushed against your ear when he bent
over again to reply. You had no idea what he said, his hot breath sliding down
your neck made you tense and you screamed uselessly at your hormones to calm
the fuck down.
The two of you resumed your solitary positions, moving and swaying to the
music. Now you were bolder, watching him for a minute before pretending you
weren’t staring. Other than being impressed by his fluidity and his ability to
keep pace with the music, you couldn’t help but notice that he had exceptional
control of his hips. Again you felt your hormones roaring between your legs,
but what were you going to do? It wasn’t like you could just ask to dance with
him, hell you didn’t even know if he understood that half the point of dancing
at raves was to get down and dirty with someone.
You were pulled from your less than lady-like fantasies when Kitty tapped your
shoulder and yelled in your ear.
“Rogue and I are going for a drink, we might not be able to get back to you!
Make sure he stays out of trouble!” She pointed at Kurt and smirked, knowing
the trouble maker all too well.
With a nod of your head, you watched the two other girls leave. On one hand you
were absolutely thrilled at the chance of being with Kurt alone. On the other
hand, you knew you were too timid to make the first move. So, for the moment,
you concentrated on the words of the music, which were quite questionable, and
tried to act like you weren’t alone with him.
Fortunately, or unfortunately you weren’t sure, the crowd began close around
you the space between you and Kurt swiftly lessened. There was an awkward bump
and you both giggled and smiled at each other.
“Vhere did ze ozers go?” he asked, and you had fight to hear him. 
“Water, Kitty said they might not be able to find us again, so I’m supposed to
keep you out of trouble!” You smiled because you knew he smiled, and the brush
of fur against your skin made your breath hitch again.
There was a pause before he leaned back over. “Und vat kind of trouble do zey
expect me to get into?”
Maybe it was because he was pressed gently against your hip, maybe it was just
his accent, but you swore up and down he meant that to be suggestive. But you
took it with good grace and responded accordingly. “We just don’t want you
getting mixed up with some crazy group of sluts!” Hopefully he’d buy it, and he
wouldn’t be able to tell that you were practically incoherent because he was
once again breathing down your neck.
He laughed a little louder this time, looking around at the crowd, and you
followed his eyes. By now there was hardly enough room for the two of you to
stand, let alone do any actual dancing. “Don’t vorry, I vasn’t planning on
going anyvhere,” he breathed huskily, smirking.
Now you were sure he was being suggestive, there was no way to miss his
insinuation. And he was doing a lovely job of demonstrating that he meant what
he said, grasping your hands in his and wrapping them around his neck. You
shivered as his fingers trailed down your arms and chest, over the bare skin of
your waist, and settled on your hips, pulling you firmly and flush against his
body.
At this point you didn’t care about anything or anyone else, and for a moment
you blanked, your mind going foggy before you came back to reality. Now you
paid close to every detail you could, his fur ticking your neck and back, his
breath on your skin, and the way he moved your hips for you with as much flare
and as he had done with his own.
It was hard not to, but you let your head fall back and rest in the space
between his neck and shoulder, doing everything you could to regulate your
breathing. He was pleasantly warm where there was skin contact, and you
shivered once.
“Are you alright, mein fräulein?” he asked, wrapping his arms all the way
around your stomach.
You fought back a giggle, hating that you were so easily ticklish, and nodded
your head. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered hearing someone
say that German wasn’t a pretty language, then promptly sent a mental ‘fuck
you’ to whoever had said it because hot damn he made it sound so beautifully
sensual.
There was no way to tell how long it had been, but you couldn’t be more
thankful that neither Kitty nor Rogue had showed back up. The look on your face
you prayed Kurt couldn’t see was surely slack jawed and glossy eyed. When you
really thought about it, it was almost unfair that someone like him could be so
sinfully attractive, but then you had to laugh to yourself, he was technically
a demon, after all, and weren’t you a naughty girl for getting involved with
him.
But his fingertips pressing into your hips and the way he ever so slightly
ground himself into you made you abandon all rational thought. You had been
unabashedly in love with him for longer than you cared to admit, and he was
brave enough to make the first move, so you had every damn right to be bold and
return the favor.
Working up the nerve took you a minute, but the next song helped with the
suggestive atmosphere, and you gave one solid push backwards into his pelvis,
feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. He gripped at the fabric of your skirt
and you could hear him inhale sharply, then felt him relax against you.
“So sehe ich Dich gerne,” he breathed, running the tip of his tongue along your
jaw line.
After you shook off the sparks he left on your skin, you bumped him playfully
for speaking in a language he knew you didn’t understand, and you could feel
his chest move as he laughed.
“Du wüßtest wohl gerne, was ich gerade sage, hm?” This time he pulled you more
roughly against him and held you there, continuing to sway and bob to the music
as he purred against your ear.
You were fairly certain that that last comment had something to with the fact
that you didn’t know what he was saying, but the way he was dancing with you,
and the way he had switched completely from an awkward cutie to this sexual
demon made you disregard any thought other than what you were feeling,
especially down towards-
Oh… oh. At first you internally panicked, hoping that any further ministrations
wouldn’t discourage him in an attempt to regain his former behavior. But the
sheer thought that you were actually able to arouse him ignited some flame
within your gut, and you were determined to hang onto this small victory.
There was another gap of time where the two of you let yourselves get caught up
in each other’s hints of lust, you pushing roughly into his erection while he
licked and nibbled gently at the flesh of your neck. Every other push he
groaned and would grind back into you, one hand slowly trailing its way upwards
while he wrapped his tail loosely around one of your legs, tightening with
every one of your thrusts.
You took pride in being able to make such delicious noises pass through his
lips, and enjoyed egging him on a little bit at a time. However, you could hear
in the way he growled that he didn’t like not being in charge.
His trailing hand rested under your jaw and he turned your head so that you
faced him, and one look in his eyes made you mentally curse at the feeling of
something dripping between your legs. The look of playfulness you were so used
to had been replaced by pure lust with an undertone of how much he was enjoying
it. You caught his quick glance downwards, and your gut clenched at the idea of
what he might have been thinking.
But the moment his lips were on yours, there wasn’t much else you could think
about. They were softer than you had imagined, and at first he was gentle,
sweetly conveying that he really did mean this as more than just a one night
thing. You melted against him, shuddering at the pure affection he was so
desperately trying to make you understand he had for you.
The moment was sweet, and you were confident it wasn’t one you’d ever forget,
but it was evident in the increasing roughness of his lips that playtime was
over. The first barrier of trust had been reinforced, he just established one
for legitimate attraction, and now he intended on skipping a little farther,
determined to get the next one up so he could literally shove you against it.
One of your hands unwound itself from around his neck and rested comfortably
against his leg, gripping lightly at the fabric of his pants just under his
hip. Your other hand pulled him closer to you, and you were determined to offer
first, flicking your tongue against his lips. He followed suit willingly,
sliding his along your lower lip before pushing inwards. There was a solid
minute where you tasted everything you could, another pang of desire hitting
you in the stomach when you discovered his fangs.
Somehow you completely forgot about the slender tail that had previously been
wrapped around your leg somewhere close to your ankle. Kurt had slyly wound it
upwards, and it now rested mid thigh, which was so close to where you wanted it
to be that it was painful. You clenched tighter and pressed harder against him,
giving you another sweet reminder that you weren’t the only one that was needy.
Suddenly, a song came on and you swore to the Gods that the Universe had done
it on purpose, just to intensify your situation. The bass was deep and intense,
and the vocals were completely German. Your stomach knotted and the feeling
swiftly traveled southwards, just imagining his voice in your ear made your
breath quicken. It was soon made evident that the song was particularly dirty,
and you made a mental note to ask him about it later.
You were glad you remembered his tail when you did, because it went to work.
However, it was hard to concentrate on that when he was literally moaning the
lyrics into your ear and flicking his tongue out every other word. His voice
was orgasmic in and of itself, but knowing that whatever he was saying was
probably excruciatingly vulgar made it so much more aesthetically pleasing. The
way he rolled words in the back of his throat was sexual in ways you hadn’t
previously thought possible.
It was a miracle you were able to tear your mind away from his voice enough to
realize that the spade of his tail was slowly working its way between your
legs. You forced yourself to keep swaying with him, to not stiffen up and make
him think it was too much too soon. The amount of lust that had settled within
you grew more painful with every second that passed where his tail only got
closer without actually getting there because it was so damn close.
Your German was exceedingly limited, but thankfully you did pay enough
attention to be confident in the little bit you were able to pick up from him.
The hand that was draped around his neck slid under his jaw and you turned his
head away, bringing your lips to his pointed ear. “Bitte,” you breathed, giving
an encouraging thrust into his groin.
Apparently he found it to be quite a turn-on that you were able to apply the
slight German you knew, and decided that he had teased you long enough. You
could tell he tried to be gentle, he was probably under the correct impression
that you had never actually been penetrated before, not by anyone else anyways,
and you were thankful. He kept the first thrust shallow, keeping his ear close
enough to listen to your voice, wanting to be able to pick up on any sounds of
discomfort or pleasure.
You squeaked a little, but it gave way to a much more pleasing, high pitched,
quavering sound. The unique shape of his prehensile tail put pressure in
strange places, but after a moment of squirming around, he got the hint to move
it a little. You concentrated on him, loving the sensation of him rotating and
pushing slightly deeper with every thrust of his hips. Without meaning to you
leaned backwards into him, lolling your head back and didn’t even bother to
hold back the moan that poured from your throat.
“Fühlt sich gut an, nicht wahr?” He smiled against your neck, humming contently
at the noises that continuously escaped out into the open air.
Again, his use of German only intensified the feeling, and you had already
decided that you were not wholly responsible for the things that came out of
your mouth. “Harder,” you said, hoping he heard you well enough.
“Oh, meinst Du etwa so?”
Yep, he definitely heard you. He went just far enough to be entirely filling
without being at all painful, then slid nearly all the way out before pushing
in again. It was repetitive, roughly in with every push of his hips, and it
drove you insane. Admittedly you have some weird kinks, but this was your new
favorite by far.
One of his hands began to makes its way downwards, leaving your throat to trail
along your skin, settling just under the valley of your breasts. You tried not
breath deeper, but you couldn’t help it, especially when he was groping without
trying to look like he was groping. Just when you thought there was too much to
concentrate on, he flicked his thumb over your nipple, which was already
chafing lightly against the fabric of your clothing.
It was quite possible you squeaked, maybe even jerked a little, but ultimately,
you were glad he continued. With every little noise you made he gave a little
more attention to the swollen little bud; rubbing, pinching, kneading.
He growled happily with every pleased noise you made, making note of what he
could do to elicit certain sounds from you. His favorite was the loud “ah~” you
made when he pushed gently against the wall closest to your stomach. “Ja, so…
Du hast immer noch nicht genug, was?”
It could have been a lucky guess, or maybe you actually caught the implications
of the question in his voice, but you nodded your head and moaned out some form
of an affirmation. You could tell that’s what he wanted to hear by the
satisfied drag of his tongue along your throat and the tantalizingly slow next
few thrusts inwards.
The closer you got to falling over the edge the more you could feel yourself
leaking just slightly, and you almost wanted to be embarrassed, but you knew if
he hadn’t already noticed he would, and when he did it would only drive him
further. However, you quickly noticed he wasn’t picking up speed, and you dared
to open your eyes and look at him, making a sound of irritation.
Kurt smirked down at you, aware of what it was that you wanted. He tilted your
head to the side and growled huskily, “Ich möchte Dich betteln hören!”
Again, you didn’t exactly know what he was saying, but you picked up on the
context, and your other new favorite kink was this very dominant and demanding
side of him. You let yourself work up to quicker breathing, wanting to send
shivers down his spine when you begged. “Bitte~!” It was strained and
absolutely sensual, you could even feel him convulse behind you.
The speed picked back up and soon surpassed his previous level of roughness,
which you ultimately knew would send you over the edge, and soon if he kept
this up. Your cries got louder and you shuddered hard against him, thankful for
his strong arms that kept you from buckling.
He purposefully matched his breathing to your own, wanting to push you as far
as he could before finishing you off. When he knew you were close he offered
one more phrase, having picked up on the fact that his voice alone made you
horny. “Außer mir wird Dich ja doch keiner hören, I vant to hear you scream.”
You obeyed, whether consciously or not, and relished in the neon lights that
flickered in your vision turning white and the thumping music becoming nothing
more than white noise. It wasn’t your first orgasm, not by a long shot, but it
was the most intense so far, and your body language showed it.
The shivers were intense and you nearly doubled over, your shaking legs making
it hard for you to stand. The feeling hit hard and radiated outwards, pulsing
in your sweet spot with the bass of the music. You gripped onto his arms in a
desperate attempt to keep yourself standing, the cries and whimpers that
continued to come out of your mouth strained and quavered.
Kurt had to pull you close and try to hold you up once your legs clamped
together, trapping his tail, and your knees threatened to give way. He hushed
you lovingly, peppering kisses on your jaw as he righted you, waiting for you
to get your strength back underneath you. “Ruhig, mein fräulein,” he said,
pulling you as close as he could and holding you gently.
A moment passed and the shivers that wracked through your body subsided, you
then let yourself relax against him again. You concentrated on the circles he
was drawing on your stomach, making yourself breathe slower and trying to
stabilize your senses.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to your ear. “Vould you like to go back
to ze house?” he asked, the tone in his voice one you couldn’t quite put a name
to.
However, you nodded all the same, figuring that your aching limbs had had
enough for the night. You giggled and shrank away when he hummed into your
skin, sending pleasing vibrations through the base of your neck.
It wasn’t quite as difficult to get out of the crowd as it had been to get in,
and Kurt guided you carefully, holding one of your hands and slinking his tail
around your waist for good measure. Amazingly he was able to quickly spot Kitty
and Rogue on his way to the nearest wall. You didn’t care what he told them, as
you trusted him to give a believable answer without letting on what had
happened. The two girls lightly hugged you goodnight, and you did your best to
appear to have some sort of ailment.
The cement wall felt cool against your sweaty palms, and you leaned against it,
sinking to the ground as your head swam. A second later you felt a pair of
fuzzy hands on your cheeks and you opened your eyes slowly, smiling at him. You
couldn’t hear him, but you knew he was expressing some sort of concern for you,
but you waved him off. “I’m fine,” you wheezed, your breath thin. “It’s just
the fog is starting to get into my lungs.”
A familiar feeling of sudden nothingness paired with the sensation of pressure
on all sides and a tightening in your stomach came without warning. It passed
in a second, and suddenly everything much too still. When you opened your eyes
again you were back in your room, sitting slouched on your bed.
When the ringing died down in your ears you could hear Kurt snapping his
fingers, trying to get you to snap out of whatever dream world you were in. It
didn’t take long for everything to settle back in place, and you found comfort
in the darkness and quiet of your room.
“How come you never warn me before you do that?” you laughed, letting him know
you were only teasing.
He smiled and shook his head, muttering shyly under his breath, “Sich
entschuldigen.”
“Speak English you little shit, I can’t understand anything you say!” You
pushed him playfully, smirking when his pout faded and was replaced by your
favorite toothy grin.
There a moment of slightly awkward silence, the two of you stared at each
other, as if you were looking for something in each other’s eyes. It baffled
you how quickly his demeanor could change, and it all depended on where he was
and who he was with. In the club he was completely differeny, but now he was
acting like usual adorable self. How weird.
Kurt cleared his throat and sat up on his toes. “Vell, I should probably let
you get some sleep, ja?”
You pondered that for a minute before replying, “I don’t know that I’ll be
doing much sleeping, to be honest with you.” A smile crept on your face when he
bowed his head, almost in embarrassment, but you could plainly see the grin on
his face.
“Alright, I’ll let you alone, zen,” he made to slide off the bed, but looked at
you when you held him back.
You didn’t bother to stop and consider if he would even agree to it, but you
had to try, there was no way in hell you were letting him leave just like that.
“Um, I…” Shit this was going downhill. Stop stammering. Use your words. “I
don’t… want you to leave… yet.” Dammit, you fucked up. That sounded so forward.
For a moment he glanced between you and the door, listening to the rest of the
house. It seemed quiet enough, and he couldn’t hear anyone moving around, so it
was safe to assume that everyone was asleep. He turned his gaze back to you and
smiled, “I suppose I could stay for avhile.”
Well, this was surely turning out to be way better than your first rave, and it
wasn’t even over yet.
***** Stars *****
Chapter Notes
     Yeah, I know I was only going to have two chapters at first, and I
     could stop here if I really wanted to. However, there's a few after-
     sex details I wanted to include but before I knew it this thing was
     13 pages long and I just said "NOPE."
     So you peeps get one more chapter. It'll be a legit one too, I
     promise.
Your bedroom was at the end of the hallway, with the bathroom across the hall
and a closet next to your room, so you didn’t have to worry much about being
too loud and waking anyone up. Which was certainly a good thing, considering
how loudly you were breathing, and you two hadn’t gotten farther than heavy
petting yet.
Kurt had agreed to stay with you, aware of the potential implications of the
extended visit. He was currently lightly nibbling and licking at your neck, one
hand kneading at the puckered flesh of your nipples, the other resting under
your shoulders, and his tail playing coyly with the hem of your skirt. Whenever
you threatened to moan or squeak a little too loud, he’d catch it on his lips,
silencing you with the intrusion of his tongue.
However, both of your hands were planted firmly against the bed, clutching at
the sheets and returning no amount of attention. You wanted to, you couldn’t
stand not knowing if he was actually furry everywhere, like he said he was. But
you were much too shy to be that forward and decided you’d rather bitch at
yourself for it later. Then again, you missed hearing the little hiccups and
throaty growls he made; maybe if you made yourself miss them enough it would
motivate you.
A shiver ran over your body and you shuddered, groaning at the discomfort of
the cold air. You snuggled closer to him, rolling over onto your side to bury
your face in his chest. Smiling, you ran your fingers through his fur,
purposefully rubbing it the wrong way up his side and over the back of his
shoulder. Kurt hummed and curled around you, wrapping both arms around your
waist.
He mumbled something to you about being cold and blankets, but you shook your
head and wrapped your other arm underneath him, pulling him closer to you. As
another breeze slithered over your skin you rubbed your face in his fur and
groaned. “I left my window open again, didn’t I,” you turned your head and
confirmed that your window had been open all night, again. Getting up, you
pulled your shirt back down absentmindedly, then trudged over to the window,
pushing it down and shutting the curtains. When you turned back around Kurt was
missing his pants.
You wanted to say something, but you were sure whatever might come out of your
mouth would be an absolute turn-off, so you just made a face at him instead. He
laughed, sprawling backwards onto your pillows and putting himself lavishly on
display, clad in only his boxers, which shamelessly announced the level of his
desire. Should you look? Maybe only peek, then look away. Oh sweet Jesus he was
watching you, be cool, be cool. “You really are asking for it, aren’t you?”
The smirk that played on his lips gave you shivers that traveled immediately
southward, and this time you didn’t shudder because you were cold. Your legs
moved on their own and you tried not to think about the face you must’ve been
making, only concentrating on returning to your bed without appearing nervous.
Once successfully back at his side you dared to make a move, crawling on top of
him in a single fluid movement. You straddled his hips, careful to support
yourself, and semi-effectively pinned him to the bed.
Kurt looked up at you, his facial expression never changing. It wasn’t to say
he didn’t like that you were taking the initiative, he very much so did. He
moved his hands under your shirt again, rubbing the skin of your stomach,
sides, and the small of your back. You leaned forward, a light heat rising to
your cheeks when he rose to meet you halfway, kissing you slowly. Before you
were able to turn it into a heated makeout session he swiftly sat up and held
you in his lap, one hand under your butt and the other on your back.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, blood fighting its
way to your cheeks again as you became very aware of his erection, which was
pushing boldly between your legs. Kurt smiled at your sharp intake of breath,
purring sensually as he slid his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and
brushed his teeth lightly against the edge of your ear. You thought maybe he
was just teasing, trying to make you squirm or shiver, until he started to pull
your shirt up.
He got it halfway up before you realized what he was doing, causing you to
stiffen and dart your eyes to look at him. In the dark of the room his eyes
seemed to glow, but you could easily read their expression, lustful and almost
pleading. “Ich brauche Ihre Zustimmung,” he whispered, gently rubbing your skin
with his thumbs.
This time you were too caught up in trying to remain calm that his phrase went
right over your head, and you hummed in confusion, entirely embarrassed.
A smile graced his lips and he laughed silently, nuzzling your cheek. “I vas
asking for your permission, fräulein,” he said just as softly. When you didn’t
reply right away, he did grow concerned. “I do not vish to make you
uncomfortable, if you need me to stop zen tell me und I vill do so,” he
promised, sliding his hands back down.
You caught his wrists, shaking your head quickly. “No,” you looked away for a
moment, thinking of how to save the situation. “I just…” What would say? You
weren’t nervous? He’d know you were lying, but you didn’t want to stop, even
though you knew you were shy.
He seemed to have gotten the hint, moving one hand to cup the side of your face
and make you look at him. The smile wasn’t gone, but it was different, and it
made your stomach knot and clench.  “Vertrauen Sie mir, do you trust me?”
This time you responded right away, leaning in to kiss him fully while placing
his hand back under your shirt. You pulled back just long enough to breath out
a  ‘yes’, kissing him one more time before you had to give him room to pull
your shirt off. When your arms were free you placed them lightly on his chest,
grinding just barely into his hips. As he pulled you down and pressed back just
as hard, you ran your hands downwards through his fur, slipping the tips of
your fingers just under his boxers to reach the dip of his hips. You found out
fairly quickly that rubbing his fur the wrong way in the crease of his hips
elicited very vulnerable sounding pleas.
With both hands firmly underneath you, he pulled you harder against him,
running his tongue behind your ear. “Ich will unanständige Sachen mit dir
machen,” he growled, moaning with satisfaction as you shivered at his words.
When you questioned what exactly he had said, he smirked back at you
devilishly. “Vould you like to find out?”
It didn’t take but a second before you were on your back, Kurt looming over you
with his legs forced between yours. Even in the dim light you could see his
tail swaying behind him, like it was taunting you. With one hand he had both of
your wrists pinned above your head, letting his other roam languidly over your
bare skin. He dipped his head and kissed you again, much more aggressively than
he previously had, and slid his tail between your legs.
You arched at the feeling, moaning into his mouth as it slid under both your
skirt and lacy boyshorts, pulling them off in one fluid movement. He was able
to do the same with your bra while still pinning you down, moving his lips to
nibble under your jaw. With his free hand he traced a line down your middle,
between your legs, and paused for only a second at your entrance before
continuing, not wanting to give you enough time to refuse.
The feeling wasn’t quite the same, his tail was much thicker and oddly shaped,
but he didn’t the same amount of control as he did with his fingers. He was
just as gentle though, and took his time learning what ministrations caused
what reactions from you. After a few minutes you squirmed, wanting more but not
knowing how else to ask for it. You bucked your hips and met every thrust,
trying to push him in deeper, and eventually he caught on, picking up speed and
angling his hand to get better leverage.
Once, he grazed over something that felt twice as amazing, and your whole body
tensed. The second it happened you bit your lip to keep quiet, and the third
time you convulsed, sitting up on your elbows. A few deep breaths calmed you
down, but you could feel his eyes on you. When he asked if you were alright you
nodded in response, smiling lazily as you shoved aside the slight hint of
creeping self-consciousness.
Kurt leaned over and kissed you lightly, smirking against your lips, then
trailed his kisses down your throat, over your collar bone, and hovered barely
over one of your breasts. He flicked his tongue over the puckered bud once,
then gently blew on it, smiling as you squirmed.
You wriggled one hand free of his grasp, tangling your fingers in his hair and
pulling him closer against you. He complied, opening his mouth and pulling the
sensitive nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over and around in circles
while nibbling ever so softly. It was hard to be quiet when little noises
fought their way into the open air, he still hadn’t stopped fingering you,
hitting that sweet little spot every few thrusts while rubbing the little
bundle of nerves with his thumb.
Keeping yourself relaxed and focused solely on the way he was touching you
became more of a chore than you thought it would. Part of you was exhausted and
wanted to fall asleep, but the other part of you was like holy shit you’re
going to get laid. Evidently he noticed the way you were becoming less engaged,
and decided that he knew just the thing to wake you up.
He growled to get your attention, murmuring, “Ich weiß was du brauchst.” He
smirked when your eyes met, and held eye contact for a moment as he trailed
kisses down your stomach. When you lolled your head back and pulled his hair
slightly he continued, knowing he had your attention. Suddenly there was an
extra pang of pleasure that went straight to your core, and you realized he had
shoved his tongue into your bellybutton. At first you weren’t sure how you
liked it, but the more he licked the better it felt, and you had to fight
another cry as his preoccupied hand hit the bundle of nerves on the inside
again.
When the feeling left you groaned, but kept still as he continued to trail
kisses down. As soon as you felt his breath against the skin just around his
finger you gasped, trying not to jerk away. He laughed once, pulling out and
resituating himself, making you whine at the lack of physical contact. You
heard him mumble something in German, but you couldn’t make sense of it, and
then there was an entirely new sensation.
His breath was warm, but the heat of his tongue made everything else unbearably
cold for a split second. You arched and silently cried out, rolling your hips
against his tongue as he tried to keep you still. As you settled down he
allowed himself to be more adventurous, suckling and teething the little bud.
He hummed as you writhed, sending sweet little vibrations through your body.
Other than the vicious amount of tingles coursing through your body and the
light tickling feeling of Kurt’s fur brushing your skin, everything else didn’t
really seem to exist. Your mind felt cloudy and a pulsing sensation radiated
outwards from every nerve he ignited with the slight of his tongue. It grew
rapidly, and you couldn’t tell if he’d been doing it for five minutes or
fifteen, but your breathing quickened and you knew that the next sound to
escape your mouth would by no means be quiet.
You floundered one hand for an extra pillow, hoping that it might muffle any
noises you might make. With one hand keeping the pillow pressed firmly against
your mouth, you were able to keep the other one tangled in his hair. Every
second that passed brought you closer and closer to the edge, until you were
teetering dangerously, ready to give at any moment.
One more flick of his tongue and you fell sweetly, a slightly muffled cry
echoing through the room. Whether you meant to or not you tried pulling away,
but he would have none of it, following your hips and continually moving his
tongue until he knew you were done. When you ceased trembling and sunk tiredly
into the blankets he kissed you once, sending another wave of tingles between
your legs, and darted his eyes up to look at you.
Tossing the pillow back to wherever you grabbed it from, you tempted sitting
up, which proved to be difficult. You lied back down and sighed, the feeling
having fully left you, and let both arms drop to your sides. For a moment
nothing happened, and you contemplated breaking the silence, until you felt a
deliciously sharp prick on your skin. You tilted your head to look at him, a
blush rising slightly to your cheeks as you watched.
He was biting and teething at the flesh of your hips, not hard enough to draw
blood but there were surely going to be bruises later. You didn’t mind though,
no one would see them down there but him anyways, it was slightly arousing. As
soon as he was done with one side he did the same to the other, leaving two
fairly good sized marks in the crease by your thighs. He trailed kisses on the
way back up, lingering over your lips as he felt with his hands the heat rising
from your skin.
When he lied down next to you, in the classic ‘draw me like one of your French
girls’ pose, you felt the need to keep things moving. You didn’t want the high
to settle and be over, and you certainly didn’t want Kurt to feel as though he
wasn’t going to get anything in return, even though you knew he’d argue that he
didn’t need anything. As he leaned over to catch your lips again, you placed a
hand firmly on his chest and resumed the position you had been in earlier,
determined to be in control for at least a moment.
This time he smiled and let himself relax, curious as to what you’d do when
given the opportunity. Truthfully, you just wanted to return the attention
while you were still caught up the heat, which allowed you to shove your self-
conscious paranoia off to the side for a while.
You started much the same way he had, a passionate kiss on the lips, trailing
down his jaw, and biting gently at the skin beneath his fur. He moaned quietly,
his fur prickling around his shoulders as he quivered gently. You placed both
hands on either side of him, allowing yourself to move smoothly over his body
and place kisses over his shoulders, chest, and down his stomach. Along with
peppered kisses, you nipped at his skin, suckling a little bit as you passed
over his nipples, smiling as he arched into your mouth.
With every gentle nibble that moved downwards, Kurt either sighed heavily or
hitched his breath, clutching at the sheets while unconsciously spreading his
legs. You smiled, continuing along his stomach down to his hips, biting on each
side just as he had done to you, only more roughly. He bucked his hips,
slightly, and growled as you bit into his skin, his tail kinking and twitching.
As you reached the edge of his boxers, you paused for a moment, unsure of how
to go about removing the obscuring fabric. He noticed your pause, smiling as he
sat himself up while using one hand to keep your head down between his legs.
You closed your eyes, kissing and biting along his sides and hips, waiting as
he slipped off his last piece of clothing before he kissed you once on the
cheek and lied back down.
You really didn’t mean to stare, and maybe in any other moment in your life you
would’ve been too embarrassed to. However, he wasn’t watching you, thought he
probably knew you were looking, and it did answer the question of fur being
everywhere, which it was not and you were thankful.
Before you had enough time to talk yourself out of it, you hovered over him,
resting between his thighs as he wrapped his tail around your waist. The spade
rubbed at your back and he ran his fingers through your hair encouragingly,
purring at the feeling of being content, until he felt you lick him tentatively
from base to tip.
He mewled, clutching at the sheets as he fought not to buck his hips, and
shuddered as he sunk back down into the bed. You repeated this, starting from
just where the fur stopped and dragging your tongue slowly along his length
until you reached the tip, pulling the end into your mouth and letting it go
with a satisfying ‘pop’. Kurt cried out, arching his back and digging his head
into the pillow.
The tail that was previously squeezing at your waist had slid down, the spade
working its way between your legs again.  You smiled and pulled him back into
your mouth again, slowly easing him in little by little. When you were sure you
couldn’t fit him in any farther without gagging, you put a bit of pressuring
around the base, then sucked gently as you slid him back out.
Kurt shuddered, propping himself up with one hand while keeping the other
possessively behind your head. He guided you back down gently, letting you take
your time while he slid the spade of his tail farther down, poking at your
entrance with the tip. You moaned around him, causing him to spasm and whimper,
the fingers tangled in your hair trembling.
“Es wieder tun,” he breathed, sliding his tail the rest of the way inside of
you. You squeaked, unknowingly giving him what he had asked for as it drawled
out. He threw his head back and grunted, “Das fühlt sich großartig~” he
muttered, his voice quavering at the end.
With every bob of your head his panting grew louder, blood rushing to his face
and between his legs. You tried to be at least a little aggressive, but you
could tell it wasn’t enough for him by the way he was progressively forcing
your head down. Once he pushed a little harder than he meant, and even though
you tried not to make much of a noise, there was a definite gagging sound as
you tried to back up slightly.
It was muffled as he bit his lip, but he gave a sheepish apology, though he
never removed his hand from behind your neck. You bobbed slowly a few more
times before pulling almost completely away, leaving only the head in your
mouth. The continuous thrusts of his tail made it hard to focus on what you
were doing, as you were currently running your tongue in circles around the
edge and just where it met the shaft on the underside. Admittedly, the noises
coming from his throat and the incomprehensible bits of German were absolutely
delicious, but you were getting a little exhausted.
Once more gentle suck and he was pulling you away, shaking and panting as he
freed his tail and found your lips, kissing you softly. With slow, careful
movements, he maneuvered you onto your back, sliding your legs open. He leaned
over and whispered, “Don’t move,” and was gone in a puff of smoke. You coughed
and waved it away, smiling to yourself as you relaxed.
The room seemed to have gotten darker, even though it had been the middle of
the night when he first ported you home. None of the lights were on, and you
had to squint really hard to see your reflection in the mirror across the room.
It also started getting colder again, and you whined internally at the absence
of your furred lover.
Lover. What a strange word to describe him, was it really all that accurate?
You couldn’t imagine he’d think so, but what would you call him now? You were
quite sure the line had been crossed to simply remain friends, things would be
different. Then again, was this even a good idea, to go all the way? Of course
you loved him, you had for a long time, but you hadn’t even had time to date
him, so was this too soon? He certainly didn’t seem to think so, and you knew
he had too much respect for himself to engage in a one night stand out of pity.
So was there really any other explanation than he loved you just as much? You
really hoped that was the case, it would make things simpler, and you’d finally
get what you’ve always wanted, your knight in shining blue fur.
You’d been so caught up in your thoughts that the muffled clap of smoke
startled you, making you jump slightly and squeak. When the nerves left your
stomach you playfully shoved him for snickering at your reaction, smiling since
you knew he could see. As he leaned in and kissed you, you suddenly became very
aware of his position in relation to yours, and the heat rushed to your cheeks.
You felt vulnerable and small beneath him, and you knew that in a way, you were
at his mercy. He was stronger than you, he was bigger than you, and you were
trusting him to be mindful of your body. You were trusting him with a part of
you that you couldn’t get back, and just knowing that made you blush, because
you were sure you wouldn’t want anyone else to have it. You trusted him to be
careful with you, to listen to you, to only do things that would bring
pleasure, not pain. He could hurt you if he wanted, he could take advantage of
you, but you trusted he wouldn’t, because you loved him.
He pushed you backwards onto the sheets, running a hand over your stomach and
along your side over your waist and ribs. You shuddered at the warmth, rocking
your hips into his touch as much as you could. He then turned you to face him,
giving one more kiss before asking, “Sind Sie bereit?” It was easy to catch the
context, and you nodded with a shy smile, be he didn’t move his hand from your
cheek. “You have to promise me somezing,” he whispered, and you listened. “If I
hurt you in any vay, you vill tell me, ja?”
You leaned forward and rubbed your nose against his, “I promise.” One more kiss
and he was moving to steady himself, resting one arm under your head and
sliding the other between your legs. He felt around gingerly for the tiny
opening, angling his hips so that hopefully he’d go in nice and easy. You could
feel the heat of his nerves radiate from his cheeks as he carefully guided
himself inside you, a little bit at a time.
It was hard at first to not jerk away from him, as the feeling was somehow
completely foreign, but you’d come this far and you’d die if you made him stop.
You rolled your head slightly to the side, blushing as you felt his fur brush
against your face, and did what you could to relax. It was slow, and part of
you wanted him to just shove in and go as far as he could to get it over with,
but a larger part of you knew it’d better for both of you to take your time.
Kurt mewled again, quietly, as his eyes fluttered at the sensation of being
entirely sheathed within your warmth. He snaked one hand underneath you to rest
on the small of your back, then he pulled you flush into the curve of his hips
and he nipped lazily at the skin of your shoulder.
Your arms wound around his waist so you could push against him, getting lost in
the feeling of being deliciously filled on the inside. He was hot and slick
between your legs, and knowing that made him so much more attractive to you.
The fact that the shy, flirtatious, innocent fuzzball who earlier was your
closest friend had the capability to be the gentle, yet dominating and intimate
partner he was proving himself to be, made him completely desirable. He could
make you laugh during the day, blush in the evening, and cry out with pleasure
in the dead of night. It made you want him, made you need him.
He pulled away just enough to see your face, seeing nothing but the pure sense
of bliss in your eyes. Keeping his own trained on your expression, he pulled
back out – noting how you tried to follow him with your hips – and pushed back
in, much more swiftly. A smile tugged at his lips as you arched and breathed
heavily at the sudden force of movement. It gave him a small sense of power,
not one that he was to abuse, but he knew if he manipulated it in just the
right way, he’d have you tightening around him and calling his name.
As you became accustomed to his fit and feel, you were able to roll your hips
with him, gasping and lightly panting as he moved around and in and out. For a
few minutes it was just experimenting, he needed to know what your limits were,
what felt good and what hurt, and where exactly that sweet spot was. You let
your hands roam over his body, feeling his taut muscles ripple beneath his skin
and fur, and you listened to the way he hissed when you rubbed his fur the
wrong way.
Kurt moved his hand upwards to hold onto your shoulder as he picked up the
pace, though kept his thrusts gentle. He continued to bite and nibble on the
flesh between your shoulder and jaw line, stealing your lips every little
while. You continued to work your hands over his fur, straying down to where
the two of you met, paying heed to the deep groan he gave, before winding your
fingers around to his tail, brushing the base with your thumb.
He arched his back and pushed against your hand, causing him to pull out just a
little. “Härter,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Thankfully, many German words were cognate words, so you knew exactly what he
wanted. A few more tentative rubs at the base of his tail and he was sitting up
on his knees, shaking slightly and pulling you roughly against him.
You whimpered rather loudly as you grabbed at the sheets, arching your back. As
you opened your eyes a shudder passed over your shoulders at the sight of him,
tall and dark and with an air of imminent playfulness, but not quite of the
innocent nature. He smirked and his teeth shone in the darkness, further
driving home the idea that he had only sinful intentions in mind.
With every thrust you whined a little, mostly because he waited in between them
for far too much time. But they got progressively rougher as he leaned over you
again, allowing you to pull him close for warmth. He pressed his lips to your
ear and purred, “Ich bin nicht zu grob bin ich, liebling?”
At this point either there was no way to catch the tone for a meaning, or you
simply couldn’t care less about what he was actually saying. But the way he
spoke that language made tingles run down your spine to settle right in the
tiny bundle of nerves. There was no point in giving an answer, he had to have
known there was no way you’d catch his meaning, so you remained quiet and
squirmed when he paused in between his ministrations.
Evidently he became frustrated with your lack of response, hissing and biting
the skin just behind your ear. Maybe it hurt just a little, but not enough for
you to mind much. He obviously wanted more out of you, and you were happy to
let him know that two could play such a game. You ran your nails through his
fur along his sides, rested your hands on the back of his hips, and used your
thumbs to draw little circles just beside the start of his tail without
touching it.
Kurt scrunched up his face and pouted, disliking the fact that you could be
just as much of a tease as he could. “Vell, I guess zis means ve’ve reached a
stalemate. Und I vas having such fun tormenting you,” he sighed, smiling as he
trailed kisses from your cheek to your lips.
You smiled back triumphantly, feeling as though you’ve won a little more of his
respect. But perhaps you should’ve known he’d take your moment of pride and use
it against you.
“Ich werde nur noch härter versuchen,” he growled, the mischievous smirk
donning his lips again. Before you could register the tone in his voice, he had
you turned over with your arms pinned behind your back. “Viel besser ~”
With a huff you groaned at your new position, not entirely comfortable but
somehow knowing that soon you wouldn’t notice much. This time he wasn’t so
gentle or slow with his penetration, and the gaps between thrusts shortened
with each one. You liked this much better, even if it was a little more
unpleasant at first. However, it didn’t take long for it to become entirely
enjoyable, the audible whimpers and grunts coming from behind you making it
that much sweeter.
Just as you were getting wrapped up in the feeling of how this position made
every push seem deeper, there was a brief flash of stars in your vision. He’d
found it again, and judging by the noise you made, he knew it too. The stars
returned again, then again, and again, until they hardly went away as the
faster and more precisely he moved. You wanted it to last and get over with all
at the same time, but you were rewarded with the latter.
He was just as persistent to ride out this orgasm as he was the first, your
initial wave of spasms and shudders drawing out as you collapsed further into
the bed and cried into the pillow. Your voice wavered lewdly before you were
quiet again, internally groaning at the soreness of your muscles and the sudden
empty feeling. When he attempted to roll you over you protested and shook your
head, tensing your body.
“Was ist denn?” he cooed, moving to sit gently on your butt, his tail winding
idly around your ankle. His hands ran smoothly over your back and curled around
your shoulders, causing you to sigh into the pillow. “Ah, Sie sind angespannt,
meine Liebe,” he pointed out, pressing his fingers into your skin and taut
muscles. You hummed and smiled, relaxing your body to let him loosen your
shoulders and back. It was nice, the way he gentle and firm – a pattern you
noticed – and it gave you a moment to wind down off your high.
Kurt worked from your shoulders inward, then down your back and along your
sides. He stopped at the small of your back, moving both hands under your arms
to roll you over again when he had finished. This time you complied, squirming
around so that you remained underneath him. Your eyes were half lidded as you
smiled at him, watching as his tail swayed behind him leisurely. “Sich besser
fühlen?” he asked with a small smile, which deepened when you nodded in reply.
As he pushed your legs up and open, you closed your eyes, your hands hovering
at the ready to pull him against you. This time he didn’t go slow, didn’t take
his time. Once he was inside, biting his bottom lip at your whine, he swiftly
picked up the pace and forgot all sense of amiability. He was relentless with
his thrusts, gripping under your shoulders to keep you close.
Your hands wrapped around his waist, angling your hips so that he didn’t have
to rock his quite so far to get all the way inside of you. It didn’t take long
before you were rubbing at the base of his tail again, encouraging him to only
go faster and harder. The sounds that came out of your mouth were sinful, egged
on by the sweet nothings he was whispering against your skin.
The way he made German sound so sensual wasn’t something you were able to
understand, but he made it sound as if it were meant for pillow talk. “Ich
liebe die Geräusche, die du machen, wenn ich mit dir reden wie diese.” You
didn’t care that you didn’t know what he was saying, that was part of the
attraction, he could be saying anything to you.
“Ich Stunden zwischen Ihre Beine und necken Sie verbringen.”
His voice grew husky as he rolled his words in the back of his throat, and it
sent cold shivers over your skin.
“Ich wünschte, wir würden dies früher getan haben.”
You jerked lightly, feeling a familiar build up of tension in the pit of your
stomach. It was too soon, not yet…
“Sie klingen in der Nähe…”
He hummed against you, and you quivered, concentrating on the feeling between
your legs.
“Mal sehen, wie schnell ich kann Sie kommen.”
His hands moved to either side of your shoulders, letting him stay close to you
as he kept his eyes closed. This went on for a little while longer, but you
could tell by the way his breathing got louder and the way his voice wavered
that he was just as close as you were.
“Ich möchte, dass Sie meinen Namen sagen,” he growled, hoping you’d at least
catch the cognate word.
You did catch it, you hoped, and decided to save it until he was just on the
edge. And all things considered, it wouldn’t be much longer. But there was
still that small part of you that didn’t want this to end, and you clutched
onto him, hoping that would somehow elongate the feeling. It actually did the
opposite, he was crying out now, eyes shut tight and mouth hanging slightly
open. Maybe a few more and he’d be done, and you so wanted to hear him at his
peak.
He lowered himself down again, wrapping his arms under your shoulders, but
never showed any signs of lightening up. He couldn’t, no matter how sore he was
under the pleasure, or how tired he was under his adrenaline. “Komm mit mir,”
he begged, pulling you closer to him.
You only had seconds left, and used that to fuel your confidence where you
otherwise might’ve been too shy. You cried his name only loud enough for him to
hear, your voice laced with pleasure and need.
This time the white in your vision was brighter, and the white noise was
louder, to the point where you almost couldn’t feel anymore. But you came down
from your high quickly, and little waves of pleasure continued to radiate
through you body as he followed quickly behind you.
Kurt arched his back and dug his fingers into your skin, his teeth sinking into
the flesh of your neck in an effort to muffle his wavering sob. His body shook
hard at first, then settled into gentle shudders as his voice quieted.
Even as he relaxed you could feel him twitching inside you, and his overall
sense of fragility made you hold him against you, one hand running through his
dark hair. You winced as he pulled his teeth away from you, but he quickly ran
his tongue over the bit mark, though you couldn’t tell if there was blood or
not.
After a quiet moment he pulled out, nuzzling your cheek as you whined in
protest. He tried to say something about being right back, but it came out in a
broken, garbled mix of English and German. However, he decided that you
probably got the gist and ported off, leaving a thin cloud of sulfur in his
wake.
Once again, you were alone with your thoughts, your mind running in hundreds of
directions all at once. You wanted to think about how to bring up the subject
of ‘what now?’ without it being awkward, but you still couldn’t get over the
fact that you didn’t know exactly how he felt about you, and then there was the
matter of how fucking sore you were in places you didn’t even know about. But
the smell of sex lingered and stung your nose, so you decided to just focus on
that.
Just like any other hormonal teenager you couldn’t help but fantasize about
what your first time might be like. Everyone always told you not to expect
much, that it wouldn’t be nearly as wonderful as it was in your head. And you
were sure that in most cases that’d be true, but you couldn’t help but feel
maybe a little smug that it didn’t apply to you.
But there was no way that you could’ve known he’d seem so experienced,
especially the way he was able to discard his innocent boyish behavior and act
like the exact opposite. Maybe he’d done it before, he certainly performed like
it, and he had made sure that he had crossed all of his I’ and dotted his T’s
before you even got started. But you were sure he hadn’t ever actually gotten
that involved with any of his previous girlfriends, he certainly never let on
that he did.
Oh well, maybe you’d never know, maybe you would, but what was the difference?
It probably wouldn’t matter the next morning, since there was a chance he’d act
like nothing happened.
Again, you jumped at his re-entry, making him giggle at how you still never
expected it. But this time you didn’t shove him or tease him, you just stayed
still and watched him hover over you. It felt nice when he settled on top of
you, snuggling between your legs in a way that wasn’t sexual. He looked back at
you with equal interest, snaking his tail possessively around your waist.
The smile he gave you was one you’d never seen before, never saw him give it to
anyone else or keep it to himself. It was small but it meant more than you
could explain in words, but he did a wonderful job of doing it for you. “Ich
liebe dich,” he said quietly, the smile never changing.
You couldn’t tell if the blood rushed into your cheeks or drained from them,
but that did make his smile widen. “I love you, too,” you whispered back, a
sense of shyness creeping over your body and mind.
Without another word, Kurt went to work pulling down your thick comforter,
working it out from underneath you. You shifted awkwardly, trying to hide your
nakedness even though your mind told you that you were being childish. He
wrapped you up but left a large part of the corner turned down.
“Vill you be shooing me avay now?” he asked light heartedly, crossing his legs
and resting his arms on his knees as he kept his eyes on you.
You shook your head and sat up, keeping the covers up at your neckline. “No, I
don’t think I really want to be left alone to my imagination,” you replied,
smiling sheepishly.
He laughed and stretched himself out before crawling under the covers with you,
pleased when you allowed him to cuddle. He purred contently as you relaxed
against him, entangling himself with you as comfortably as possible. His ears
piqued as you mumbled a question, but he caught what you meant. “Liebchen, you
can ask me anyzing.”
It took a minute for you reword your question in order to make it as
encompassing as possible. “What… exactly is this going to change?”
Kurt hummed and stared off into the distance as he thought, the spade of his
tail rubbing gently at your skin. “Vell, I suppose I’d be a little disappointed
if zings vent back to normal, but you know I’d never push you into anyzing.
Zough, if it vere up to me, I’d keep you all to myself, you are such fun und I
don’t know zat I’d be able to share~”
You were thankful that he reverted back to his flirtatious nature, since you
knew that side of him much better. “Okay… say you didn’t have to share… that
means we can do this again, right?”
He smiled against your skin, curling further around you. “Of course~ You need
only to ask und I am yours, meine Liebe. Und before you ask, I promise to be
here ven you wake up,” he added, kissing you softly.
A smile graced your lips, and for the moment, you couldn’t have been happier.
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