Todd keeps his eyes downcast, watching distractedly as Kurt's hands join his own at the shirt hem. All right, so this is it, then; no turning back. He helps remove the offending item of clothing, up over the other boy's head, and tosses it into a heap on the ground next to his own. And then he pauses, staring at a nicely toned chest covered in blue fur--and as much as the thought of a human fuzzball may have disturbed him before, he finds it oddly erotic. As his gaze travels up, his breath hitches when his eyes rest on Kurt's... but it's not as bad as he thought it would be. Far from it, in fact. Kurt's gaze is filled with neither anger nor fear; Kurt's gaze is filled with lust, mirroring what Todd imagines his own eyes hold, and that is a very comforting, very PLEASING thought. Tentatively, he runs a shaky palm down the center of the other boy's chest, never taking his eyes away.
Kurt bites his lip at the touch, his eyes slipping closed for a moment, instinctively. He moans, and places a hand on Todd's, pressing the boy's hot palm against his chest, leading it down, further and further. His back arches and he leans back, his shoulders pressing again on the rough bark of the tree behind him. With his free hand he grabs Todd's neck, pulls him in closer, but still far enough away to afford him a perfect view of lean torso, pale skin, and heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes.
Todd allows himself to be pulled closer, but muscles tense as his hand is lead down.. and down.. He gulps, uncertain of what to do next. Well, he knows what he should PROBABLY do, but is it that simple? Is there some order everything's supposed to happen in, some code of conduct they need to follow? He suddenly realizes that the pot is wearing off, much to his chagrin as it seemed to make up for the bundle of experience he lacked, but now.. he's just lost. He looks down again (embarrassed, but hoping it doesn't show), down at the hand leading his, and wishes that Kurt would continue leading for a while, just so he could be sure he was doing things right. Hopefully, Kurt wouldn't notice the role reversal too much... /heh, right./
Kurt is surrounded by heat. His senses, just a step below Wolverine's in strength, are overwhelmed by musk and the heady scent of arousal, his own and Todd's. It's intoxicating, and he wonders vaguely if this was how the pot made Todd feel, before. If so, well, they'd apparently discovered something better. Much, much better. Todd's fingers reach his navel, and pause to play with the skin around it, making Kurt squirm, tickling and rubbing the fur both ways. It feels so good, but it's not yet enough. Starving for contact, he tries to lead his hand on, closer to the furnace burning him alive.
But Todd hesitates. Only for a fraction of an instant, but it's there, and Kurt's suddenly uncertain. He knows he wants it now, so badly, but does Todd still...what if the drugs are wearing off, what if he's realizing what he's doing. As what he's doing is engaging in a heavy make-out session (and perhaps more?) with one of his greatest enemies, that hesitation could be just the beginning of Todd coming to his senses...Kurt swallows hard against the lump rising in his throat, and chokes out, "What's wrong, is something wrong?"
Todd is startled to his senses, the voice echoing loudly in his ears. How long has it been since they've actually said anything..? "I," he croaks, having trouble finding his own voice. He brings his gaze up, troops of blood leaving his nether regions only to regroup in his cheeks. He clears his throat. "I, I don't know--" No, no, no, don't show weakness. "I mean," what? Save yourself! "I mean..." He spares a quick glance at his hand, the one over Kurt's navel, and begins moving it in slow, gentle circles, then up, up and to the left, to a fur-covered nipple, running his calloused palm over it experimentively. Damn, that felt sexy. Blood descending, have a nice day. Leaning forward, his face centimeters from Kurt's, he puts on his best leer, his other hand pulling at Kurt's rear again. "I want you to tell me what you want," he whispers. /Aw yeah.. good save, yo,/ he congratulates himself. /Who needs pot to make up for lack of experience when you're Todd Tolensky?/
Kurt gasps at the first movements of Todd's roaming fingers, body pressing into the touch. But the feeling is slight in comparison to the wave that crashes over him at that look in his eyes, that hungry, almost feral look. Maybe he'd just been imagining it, all hint of hesitation was gone from Todd's manner, replaced by smooth, steady hands and slow, deliberate movements. Then he says those words, and Kurt realizes he doesn't know what he wants. No, that's not true. He knows what he wants, he's just not allowed to want it, it's wrong on so many levels that don't mean a thing to him now but won't they later? But now is the present, and sometimes, Kurt's learned, you can't worry about the consequences. He hesitates only briefly, staring into the hungry, heavy amber eyes above him, before wrapping his arms again around Todd's neck and raising his hips until they make contact with unbearable heat. "I want this. I want," he pants, "I want you."
Wow. Those three words alone are almost enough to send Todd over the edge. He never imagined anyone would be saying that to HIM (dirty, disgusting Toady Tolensky, outcast and fist magnet extraordinaire), but someone IS saying it to him, and that someone happens to be Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler, the X-geek he thought he hated--DOES HATE--the most. And the fact that those words, coming from Kurt's lips, thick with a German accent, has such an affect on him is horribly terrifying and delightfully arousing all at once. But those words didn't give the answer he needed... what does he do next? Take it slow? Should the pants come off? Is someone gonna end up with a sore ass tomorrow? /Oh, fuck it.../ Throwing rationale to the wind, he lets his body take over and leans in, ravishing Kurt's lips, pressing close, grinding, feeling flesh against fur, and damn, that felt good on his nipples...
Kurt growls deep in his throat, presses his face into Todd's shoulder and inhales. It feels as though their bodies are melting into each other, pushing and pressing and rubbing and oh GOD he never knew it could feel like this, his most self-indulgent delusions and dreams never prepared him for the reality. It was rare that he entertained thoughts of anyone wanting to touch him, even in his fantasies, but now someone did. Sure it was Todd, up until mere minutes ago the last person on earth he'd have taken up on the offer, but somehow that'd gotten reversed, and he thought Todd would be, well, WAS, the first he'd accepted. And oh how it was paying off.
Kurt grunts suddenly as he's pressed just a little too hard into the tree, the bark scraping the skin too harshly for comfort. Frowning, he sits up a bit, then lays back on the soft grass a few inches to the side, beckoning Todd to follow with nails scraping against his sweat-slicked chest.
Todd doesn't hesitate, doesn't even need to be beckoned; the minute the other boy lies on the grass (all but screaming, "FUCK ME, PLEASE," in his not-so-humble, lust-driven opinion), Todd settles himself between Kurt's legs, groin to groin. With his hand on either side of the other's body for support, he experimentively presses forward.. and practically melts on top of Kurt. "Oh god," he whispers, fixing his eyes on the pair of golden ones directly below him. Pressing forward again, only once, wanting to see the reaction...
Kurt cries out, the sound echoing through the trees around them and off the wall. The world is nothing but heat and thrusting, a taut body and intense amber eyes burning into his. Todd whispers, his tone that of a sinner graced with the presence of something sacred and Kurt marvels at how beautiful he's become in such a short time. His hips move with Todd's, each jolt sending sparks shooting through his groin and up his belly, his tail twitching uncontrollably and flinging itself around Todd's waist. Panting so hard his chest aches, Kurt runs his fingers up and down Todd's sides, through Todd's thick hair, that falls like a curtain around his shining face. Almost of their own volition they travel down the sweaty skin to the source of the heat. He caresses it gently, almost reverently...
Todd gasps. Muscles like jelly, he collapses on the body below him, burying his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, nuzzling the fur, nipping and sucking at the skin beneath. Curious hands, twitchy with excitement and arousal, explore the soft chest matted with sweat, circling over nipples, collar bone, shoulders and back down.. down the sides, to the hips, and up, using his nails. Down again, further, slipping under the denim, and resting on soft thighs, lightly squeezing. He thrusts himself against Kurt, against Kurt's hand, and he doesn't want to say it, tries everything in his power not to, yet he can't help it; can't help but utter, "Kurt.." his voice breathy, hot against the fur it touches. Hearing that word leave his lips, the WAY it left his lips--it feels almost forbidden (/and it is,/ he tells himself.. /what a way to show weakness to your enemy/), and because of that.. it felt so good, and he moans, thrusting harder...
Kurt feels as if there's a dozen hands on him, not just two very, VERY eager ones. His body squirms and bucks of its own accord, one hand now kneading Todd's denim-covered crotch, the other digging long lines down his slick back, slightly raised reddened welts growing up in the trail of his claws. The attention of Todd's teeth and tongue on his neck is intoxicating, the feel of his hand on his thigh so wrong but so..damn..right. He presses against the warm body above him, trying to melt into the heat. His fingers find the button on Todd's jeans...
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Todd realizes that they've opened a can of worms, and no amount of stuffing is gonna get those babies back in... not that he really wants to at this point, but the fact of the matter remains that there's absolutely no turning back, and he can't help but worry about how he's going to feel when this is all over. Regardless, he's too far gone to care and proceeds to raise his body a little, allowing Kurt better access. The hands that are busy groping furry thighs readjust themselves, one winding around and running inquisitive fingers over and under the base of Kurt's tail, while the other slips out and provides stimulus to the source of heat in the other boy's jeans.
Kurt can't help the mewling noise that escapes his throat on the contact. Todd's fevered skin on the sensitive flesh at the base of his tail, tickling and teasing, is driving him mad, overwhelming his senses as much as the attention of Todd's other hand. His tail winds itself around Todd's wrist, up his arm like some serpentine arm band, then releases it in favor of the warm body above. It twines around Todd's waist and rubs gently but quickly, urgently. Kurt's fingers, meanwhile, fumble with Todd's pants. The belt is already open, but the buttons frustrate his sweaty grip. He growls irritably, gives a tug to the pants and glares at the offending clothing.
Todd tenses when Kurt growls, wondering if he'd done something wrong. He pulls back, searching for the other's gaze and finds it scowling at something below. He looks down to see sweaty, blue hands fumbling with the buttons on his jeans and quickly remedies the problem with nimble (albeit twitchy) fingers, which then go to work undoing the buttons on Kurt's jeans. He dips his head down, nipping at the other boy's collarbone before slowly tracing a path to Kurt's chin with his tongue.
Kurt nearly sighs in relief when Todd takes the hint. Instinctively he presses up as soon as Todd's pants are undone, needing to touch the heat, then Todd's fingers go to work on his own jeans, and he forces himself back to give the boy room, moaning with barely supressed desire. Gripping Todd's shoulder tightly with one hand, he brings the other down, pressing again on Todd's jeans. He hesitates for a moment, suddenly nervous about the step they're taking, but lust takes over and he plunges his hand beneath the denim. Feeling still more fabric, boxers, he whines. But the obstacle's easily overcome; his fingers find the boxers' fly and press through, finally rewarded with the feel of pulsing warm flesh against his. He moans, an animal sound, and begins a series of slow caresses.
Todd stops everything: moaning, moving, breathing. All his senses focus on that one spot, those soft caresses, the fur against his flesh--who knew it could feel so good? Primal instinct tells him to thrust forward and he complies, rewarded with pleasurable sparks at the end of every nerve. "Fuhuck.." he chokes, almost sobs, and immediately, his body comes to life again. His lips attack Kurt's, biting gently, pulling the bottom into his mouth and sucking hungrily. His fingers slide into the front of Kurt's jeans, down the waistband of the boxers, and wrap around their target, stroking slowly. Meanwhile, his other hand can't decide if it wants to stimulate Kurt's tail or grope urgently at the ass beneath it.
Kurt is in awe, enthralled with the noises Todd's making, the breathy sounds; when he speaks, almost sobs, Kurt's ears burn with it, his heart pounds at the thought that HE's wrenching those noises out of Todd's throat. The lips on his are devouring him little by little, and he captures them, his tongue diving into the heat and wet. Then it happens, he feels fluttering fingers snake beneath his boxers. They grasp his feverish flesh and begin stroking, and his nerves explode. He screams, full-throated and desperate, and the sound echoes through the trees. Somewhere there's a sound of wings flapping, a night bird startled into flight. For a moment his hands forget their own movements, all he can do is stare at the trees and the night sky as his muscles tense to the breaking point, his back arching almost painfully. With a whimper he forces his eyes down, back to Todd's eyes, which are still heavy with lust, hungry. He wraps his arms around Todd's neck, clinging onto him for dear life. One hand tangles itself in his sweat-matted hair, the other strays back to its previous post and continues its ministrations. Only this time it's more urgent, more frenzied, his fingers curling around Todd's length and stroking fervently.
Todd gasps sharply, feeling a familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and he knows he isn't going to last much longer. Mind fogging over, he seeks out Kurt's eyes, his own smoldering with lust and desire, becoming glassy as the pressure in his gut builds to the point of being almost unbearable. The pace of his strokes quickens to match Kurt's, and in his heightened state of pleasure, he's almost delirious, gasping and uttering words absently: "..fuck..Kurt..yes..god..yes.." The words burn in his ears.
Kurt wants to squirm at the building pressure in his groin, wants to scream again. Breathless, though, he's left with a tone barely over a whisper. "Don't stop, oh god don't stop!" Todd meets his gaze and what he sees in his amber eyes forces what little breath he had left from his lungs. He buries his face in the angle where Todd's neck meets his shoulder, surrounding himself with Todd's scent and feel. The other boy's just as close to the end, it's obvious in the musk that emanates from his burning skin. Desperately he clings to him; he clamps his teeth on Todd's shoulder, firmly but without breaking the skin. He continues to stroke Todd's member, ever faster. His tail stops winding itself around the boy's lean waist, creeps down to his jeans. With a strong flick the jeans and boxers fall back, just far enough to reveal perfectly rounded flesh, pale in the moonlight. His tail rubs gently between the globes of Todd's ass.
Todd reflexively clutches a handful of Kurt's backside, surprised at the feeling the boy's tail produces: an unexpected jolt of pleasure, up his spine and all through his body. Breath ragged and shallow, he buries his face in Kurt's hair, mewling and moaning and crying senseless words of ecstasy as the pressure boils inside. He pulls himself as close to the other boy as humanly possible, thrusting and grinding and sobbing into blue hair, his strokes becoming more urgent, rapid, and sporadic, and he wishes he could hold out--wishes he could make it last longer, but he can't hold back. His body arches, eyes slam shut, mouth emitting animalistic sounds as he grinds himself into Kurt's hand, riding the wave for all it's worth.
Kurt revels in the sounds diving off Todd's tongue, the mews and moans and gasping, heaving breaths. Knowing that he's the one bringing them out, that that's all because of him, it's intoxicating, adding fuel to the fire that threatens to consume him. Todd seems to be trying his damnedest to fuse his body with Kurt's, who, for his part, offers no objections. Kurt presses against him, compounding his heat with Todd's, meeting him thrust for urgent thrust. That spot at the base of his spine is tingling madly, making his entire body vibrate uncontrollably. Todd nuzzles his neck, losing himself in Kurt's hair, and Kurt looks down to a lean, taut-muscled back and a gorgeous ass, moving rhythmically, rapidly. Suddenly that back tenses, forming a perfect arch, and a feral sound issues from Todd's chest and throat, rolling through Kurt and setting off every nerve in his body. He grips the boy desperately, presses his face against Todd's chest, the place behind his eyes still filled with a vision of dark-circled amber and gasping mouth. Todd thrusts into his hand one last, violent time.
Todd's body tenses entirely as he chokes out a final sob, sparks flying behind his eyelids, breath catching in his throat. As he releases all the tension that had swelled in his groin, the only movements are his hands: one spasmodically stroking Kurt and the other touching, groping, kneading anything and everything on the boy's backside. His body is on fire and he wishes the feeling could last forever.
Kurt nearly screams at the final surge of heat and energy. Todd's hands seem to be everywhere at once, teasing and burning lines in his flesh, and suddenly Kurt feels his release. As the warm fluid spreads between them, it's that last choked cry that sends Kurt over the edge. The world explodes behind his closed eyelids, blossoming in reds and fiery white, every nerve fries, nothing registers but their heat and heavy panting, their lingering whimpers and cries that blend until he's not sure which belongs to who. Tears roll down his cheeks, and he wipes his eyes on Todd's shoulder.