[hearing kavinsky's voice is reassuring, even with his tone being heavier than normal. his brain still feels pretty soupy, but the relief in the dream thief's tone is unmistakable.
he murmurs an answer, something unintelligible-- not that it matters when he's being kissed back.
the peculiar tang of blood makes the teleporter's features wrinkle; he never imagined that he might be one to drink blood. always a first for everything, though, and there's no going back now with kavinsky's lower lip in his mouth. kurt applies ample pressure around the skin and licks the blood away, almost feverishly.
all of a sudden, he breaks through the haze, warmth rushing back through his limbs, heart revved and pumping.] Kavinsky, [he repeats, tone crystal clear now through their lip-lock. reluctantly, nightcrawler breaks away, both hands cupping the fledgling's face so he can examine him.] You ... you're okay.
[and this time, when he leans to meet kavinsky's mouth, he doesn't think twice about the fact they're sharing blood.]
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he murmurs an answer, something unintelligible-- not that it matters when he's being kissed back.
the peculiar tang of blood makes the teleporter's features wrinkle; he never imagined that he might be one to drink blood. always a first for everything, though, and there's no going back now with kavinsky's lower lip in his mouth. kurt applies ample pressure around the skin and licks the blood away, almost feverishly.
all of a sudden, he breaks through the haze, warmth rushing back through his limbs, heart revved and pumping.] Kavinsky, [he repeats, tone crystal clear now through their lip-lock. reluctantly, nightcrawler breaks away, both hands cupping the fledgling's face so he can examine him.] You ... you're okay.
[and this time, when he leans to meet kavinsky's mouth, he doesn't think twice about the fact they're sharing blood.]