'S me, [kavinsky says, idiotically, because he's not really all here, and kurt feels and smells good to him. not only because there's a predator component to his mind, either-- not just because he's a little bit of a monster who enjoys weakness, leering at vulnerabilities to exploit, the scent of something that might bleed if he bites down. he also just
kind of likes kurt. and you know. maybe he's also a little grateful that the mutant boy saved him. he feels safe now, in the quiet wake of terror.] I'm here, sweetheart. [it's a mumble, one part boyish, two parts drunk from relief.
he kisses kurt back.
his lips are slippery over the mutant boy's mouth, wet, smearing a moment, before he remembers— that kurt needs blood, too. he shifts his jaw, stealing just a brief suckle off kurt's lips, before tucking his own bottom one into kurt's so he can take the blood. it tastes ordinary, but that only lasts for the first split-second before the extraordinary properties of it emerge like a spotlight cutting through fog. rejuvenation singing through kurt's veins, kicking his heart up three beats, quickening heat in his clawed fingers and behind his eyes.]
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kind of likes kurt. and you know. maybe he's also a little grateful that the mutant boy saved him. he feels safe now, in the quiet wake of terror.] I'm here, sweetheart. [it's a mumble, one part boyish, two parts drunk from relief.
he kisses kurt back.
his lips are slippery over the mutant boy's mouth, wet, smearing a moment, before he remembers— that kurt needs blood, too. he shifts his jaw, stealing just a brief suckle off kurt's lips, before tucking his own bottom one into kurt's so he can take the blood. it tastes ordinary, but that only lasts for the first split-second before the extraordinary properties of it emerge like a spotlight cutting through fog. rejuvenation singing through kurt's veins, kicking his heart up three beats, quickening heat in his clawed fingers and behind his eyes.]