One More Kiss For The Road

Here’s a nice long chapter for you and I’m also getting into the sexy fun stuff but no actual sex yet sorry.

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Chapter 6

It was Friday evening and Kurt was bored and frustrated as he finished up his homework. He hadn’t been able to sneak off to see Pietro tonight and they hadn’t had the chance to arrange anything so he wasn’t even sure when he would see him next, what, with it being the weekend and to top it all off he was sure some of the others were starting to get suspicious of his constant absences. He’d been giving the old school project excuse, telling them he just had a lot on his plate at the moment, which they had pretty much accepted, knowing that being in as many advanced classes as Kurt was made the workload higher, but he wasn’t sure how much longer that excuse was going to work before they figured out that he was up to something.

He hated lying to them but there was no way he could tell them the truth and there was no way he could give up Pietro. It was a no-win situation. He pushed those thoughts away as he so often did, leaning back in his chair as he put the finishing touches on his essay. He was distracted as a breeze blew across his room and he looked up at the open balcony door. Funny, he didn’t think he’d left the door open.

“BOO!” someone whispered in his ear from behind, tapping his shoulder, causing Kurt to leap up in the air, clinging to the ceiling in shock. He looked down in surprise at Pietro’s sparkling eyes as he tried to hold back his laughter at Kurt’s reaction.

“PIETRO! You scared zhe hell out of me. Vhat are you doing here? You could have been caught.” Kurt hissed, landing gracefully back on the ground and trying to get his heart rate under control. Ok, sure he was glad to see Pietro, but still, anyone could have seen him coming in and if anyone caught him with Pietro in his room, well, there would just be no way of talking themselves out of that.

“I didn’t see you much today and I missed you.” Pietro shrugged, not in the least put off by Kurt’s scolding expression. He really had missed Kurt. It was getting harder and harder saying goodbye every time they were together. Kurt shook his head in fond exasperation.

“Pietro, you could have been seen. Zhe sensors could have picked you up.” Kurt explained, trying not to smile with the pleasure that always came with having Pietro with him. His nerves were buzzing with the thought that this was the first time Pietro had been in his room.

“Aww, come on, Kurt, you know I’m way too fast for those sensors to pick up anything and I’m definitely too fast for the human eye to see. Beside, is that anyway to greet your boyfriend, who’s gone to all the effort of breaking into a heavily fortified mansion just to see you?” Pietro said as he stepped up close to Kurt with such melodramatic flair that Kurt burst out laughing.

“I very much doubt you did much breaking to get in here. You probably just ran straight across zhe lawn and up zhe vall to mein room and if I had half a brain I vould kick you out before somevun finds you in here.” Kurt said, crossing his arms in amusement at Pietro’s posturing.

“You wouldn’t kick me out, not without a kiss goodbye. That’s all I want, just one kiss.” Pietro’s voice turned sickeningly sweet as he stepped even closer, looking up at Kurt and giving him the dreaded puppy eyes of doom. Kurt felt his resolve melt looking in to those large blue orbs.

“Ach no, not zhe puppy eyes. You know I can’t say no to anyzhing vhen you do zhat.” Kurt pleaded, loosening his stance as Pietro closed the gap, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist.

“Hmm, I know. Come on, one kiss. You know you wanna.” Pietro said, ghosting his lips lightly over Kurt’s before pulling away for Kurt’s response, smirking cheekily, knowing he had already won. Kurt sighed heavily.

“Fine, but just vun, zhen you go before someone catches us.” Kurt mumbled in defeat, pressing his lips to Pietro’s, revelling in the sensations that immediately ran through him. In all honestly, he wasn’t disappointed to lose their argument. He’d wanted to pull Pietro into a kiss from the second he’d arrived. He was just scared of getting caught was all, but now Pietro’s lips were on his. He immediately forgot about the possibility of someone walking in on them as he granted Pietro’s tongue access to his mouth, pulling the other boy in closer, their bodies pressing together, quickly causing the now familiar fire to build up inside of him.

Pietro broke off the kiss to place little nipping licks across Kurt’s jaw line and down his neck before travelling back up again to nuzzle the space behind Kurt’s ear. The sensations were driving him out of his mind so that he barely noticed as Pietro backed him up till his bed hit the back of his knees. Pietro pushed him down onto the bed as Kurt pulled Pietro down with him.

Pietro had worked his way back over to Kurt’s mouth to smother any protests Kurt might of made as they lay there, writhing together and caressing each other’s bodies. Kurt worked his hand down the back of the waistband of Pietro’s jeans, slipping it under the material to caress the bare plump flesh he found there, the action causing Pietro to buck into Kurt with pleasure, making them both moan, when they suddenly stopped as they heard an explosion a few rooms down and Scott's voice screaming at Bobby and Ray to watch what they were doing and to try and go one hour without destroying some part of the mansion.

Pietro shifted on top of Kurt, seemingly willing to just carry on where they left off, but Kurt had been reminded of just exactly where they were and what they were doing as he heard Logan’s voice added to the shouting and he realised that even if Pietro left now, the distinct scent of both of their arousals would still be heavy in the room. He sighed sitting up and gently pushing Pietro away.

“I’m sorry, but you know ve can’t do zhis sort of zhing here. If ve don’t stop now, Volverine vould be able to smell us even through zhe closed door.” Kurt explained apologetically, trying to be responsible even though all he wanted to do was drag Pietro back down and finish what they started. It had been getting harder and harder recently to stop with just kisses as their make-out sessions got hotter and heavier all the time. He knew it wouldn’t be long before they went at least a bit further, if not all the way, yet because neither of them were really ready to go that far, but they were definitely more than ready to go further than simple kisses and groping.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean for it to get that heavy. I just got kinda caught up in the moment, y’know? Anyway, down to what I actually did come here for: the guys are going to some game convention thing tomorrow. They’ve been talking about it all week. They’ll be gone pretty much all day and I was planning on conveniently not feeling up to attending. I was wondering if you would be able to get away from the mansion and come over, seeing as we’d have the place to ourselves for the day.” Pietro said in resignation, running his fingers through his white locks, which had been ruffled by Kurt’s wandering hands, and giving Kurt a hopeful look.

“You mean to say you didn’t come here for vun of mein kisses? I’m insulted!” Kurt laughed, feigning disappointment. Pietro grinned mischievously.

“Oh no, I came over for that too. I wasn’t going to leave without at least one, but I also came over to ask you about tomorrow. The guys will be leaving about 10 o’clock, so what do you think?” Pietro said, laughing before giving Kurt another hopeful look. Kurt smiled, trying to think what excuse he could give the others for being gone, probably most of the day.

“Vell, I have a training session at 10, but I could probably get to yours by a little after 11, half past at zhe latest” Kurt said. Pietro smiled widely.

“Perfect, I guess I had better get out of your hair now. One last kiss before I go?” Pietro said, giving Kurt his most inviting smile. Kurt didn’t bother answering and just pulled Pietro into another deep kiss which, was only stopped as another explosion went off in the hall, causing them to come up for air, panting slightly.

“Right, zhat’s your lot, now get out.” Kurt announced teasingly, pointing at the balcony doors as Pietro gave Kurt his best pout.

“Charming, is this how you treat all your boyfriends?” Pietro whined, pretending to be indignant. Kurt laughed before leaning in to pinch Pietro’s ass.

“Nope, you’re special. All zhe others get treated much vorse.” Pietro huffed at Kurt’s words.

“You had better be teasing, ‘cause if I catch you with anyone else, there will be hell to pay, mister.” Pietro threatened, trying not to laugh.

“Ach, I suppose I had better call all zhe others and let zhem know I am no longer available, zhen. I vill see you tomorrow, now out.” Kurt grinned once more, turning Pietro in the direction of the balcony door and giving him a gentle push in that direction. Pietro spun round at high speed, pulling Kurt close for a fierce kiss before just as quickly letting go, giving Kurt a cheeky grin.

“Last-one-for-the-road-bye-see-ya-tomorrow.” he said by way of explanation before instantly disappearing in a blur and a gust of wind before Kurt could tell him off. Kurt sat on his bed shakily before laughing fondly at Pietro’s antics. Say what you like about being with Pietro but it was never boring. He got up and immediately went about opening all the windows, trying to let the air blow through, thanking god for his fur as the frigid late January air consumed the room.

He hadn’t been kidding when he told Pietro about Logan smelling them. The room reeked of their arousal. He even sprayed some of the air freshener that had been bought to cover up the smell of his porting. He knew the spray would irritate and confuse Wolverine’s senses as much as it did his own. He sneezed as the spray’s smell tickled his sensitive nose and he was going to have to shower again just in case. He sighed as he heard more explosions and yelling, now right outside his room.

The next day, Pietro was on the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. It was now 20 past 11. He’d successfully ushered the rest of the Brotherhood out the front door more than an hour ago. They had been disappointed that he wasn’t coming but had believed him when he said he wasn’t feeling very well and just didn’t feel up to it. They had left, promising to bring him back some souvenirs as he jokingly told them to just not get into a fight and wreck the joint and he’d be happy.

He glanced down at his watch again. Now he was just stuck, impatiently waiting for Kurt, who technically wasn’t late yet, but he just felt a sort of nervous thrill knowing that Kurt would be here in his home for the first time. He remembered how he had been in Kurt’s room last night, how he’d looked around memorizing the inner sanctum. It was surprisingly messy. He’d have pegged Kurt for being a bit of a neat freak like him but it was a bit of a mess, not unclean, just untidy with books and C.D’s stashed haphazardly all over the place and stuff strewn across every surface.

He snorted at himself. He was more than a bit of a neat freak, ‘anally retentive obsessive compulsive’ is what Lance had called him. He’d even done a quick run around while he was waiting, trying to straighten up the rest of the house like he was some sort of Suzy-fucking-homemaker, and surely that should have clued him in earlier to the fact he was gay. A normal teenage boy who liked things neat and tidy? Yeah, forget the whole being-attracted-to-guys thing. That alone should have helped him figure it out sooner.

He and Kurt had been getting steadily more intimate over the last two and a half weeks. Was it wrong to hope that today they went a little further than usual? Not all the way, because he still wasn’t ready for that yet, and some small sappy side of him wanted to be in love before making love and as amazing as Kurt was, it had only been a few weeks. He wasn’t even nearly close to saying that he loved Kurt. But he was ready to take things a little further.

He was starting to get a permanent case of blue balls as they constantly worked each other up then had to leave it, partly in fear of getting caught as they were usually restricted to meeting in places that, though deserted, weren’t able to guarantee privacy. He was more than ready to go a bit further and he thought maybe Kurt felt the same. Maybe today he’d actually be able to get a look at what Kurt was packing, to touch it. Would it feel odd to hold someone else’s? He was reminded of the fact that he still didn’t even know how far down the fur went. Pietro was pulled out of his thoughts as Kurt bamfphed right in front of him.

“Hey, sorry I am a little late. Herr Logan vas in a bad mood and zhe training session ran over.” Kurt said apologetically before walking over to where Pietro sat, immediately being pulled down to sit by the white haired speedster.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re here now.” Pietro dismissed, pulling Kurt in for a deep kiss which Kurt happily complied with, the two boys tangling themselves together on the couch while their tongues duelled and their hands started to wander. After a few minutes, they pulled apart, panting for breath.

“Do you want to take this up to my room where it’s more comfortable?” Pietro purred in Kurt’s ear as he rubbed his hand up the fur on his sides, looking into Kurt’s glazed golden eyes for an answer. Kurt nodded.

“Ja, it’s only fair. After all, you saw mein room last night. Now it’s mein turn to snoop.” Kurt teased, gently nibbling a path up to Pietro’s ear. Pietro leaned into the sensation before pouting at Kurt.

“What makes you think I snooped?” he said, pretending to be indignant. Kurt smiled lazily.

“Pietro, I know you. You probably snooped in half mein stuff at high speed before you even announced your presence.” Pietro huffed. Damn, Kurt really did know him too well, apparently.

“Ok, maybe I did but it’s not like I would even be able to find anything in that dump you call a room.” Pietro threw back blushing. Kurt simply raised his eyebrow, giving Pietro an amused look.

“Mein rooms not zhat bad. I suppose yours is better, is it?” Kurt asked challengingly. Pietro smiled seductively at the opening Kurt gave him.

“Well you won’t know until you look, will you? It’s the 2nd room on the left of the stairs.” Pietro smirked as he ran his hand teasingly up the inside of Kurt’s leg, stopping short of actually touching anything naughty. Kurt didn’t even bother to answer as he gave Pietro a hot look before porting them both in the air, directly above Pietro’s bed. The two boys landed with a bounce. Pietro laughed from his position under Kurt.

“Now this is much better.” Pietro announced before pulling Kurt’s face to his for another scorching kiss, his tongue immediately searching out Kurt’s and running along lips and teeth as Kurt melted into his touch. He shifted slightly under Kurt before putting his hands around Kurt’s waist to pull him in closer. Kurt let his weight rest fully along Pietro’s as they rolled onto their sides, legs tangling together.

Pietro attacked Kurt’s lips with new fervour. He was already painfully hard and he could feel the evidence of Kurt’s own arousal pressing into his hip. He ran his hand down Kurt’s t-shirt covered chest. It was no good. He wanted to feel skin, damn it!

He rolled them again till he was on top of Kurt. Leaning back slightly, he placed his hands at the hem of Kurt’s t-shirt, pushing it up to reveal Kurt’s toned fur covered abdomen. He continued pushing until his path was blocked by the material, getting caught up under Kurt’s armpits. He pulled away from their kiss sucking on Kurt’s bottom lip as he went.

“Can I?” he questioned huskily, looking into Kurt’s lust dazed golden eyes, tugging the shirt slightly to let Kurt know what he wanted. Kurt licked his lips nodding and pulling his upper body up slightly, raising his arms, allowing him to quickly whip the offending garment over Kurt’s head, throwing it to the floor.

He sat back a little from his position straddling Kurt’s hips. He let his lustful gaze travel across Kurt’s toned furry body, immediately following his eyes with his hands, letting his fingers dance lightly over the firm planes of Kurt’s chest. Kurt had started purring at his caresses and damn, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard. He allowed his hand to wander across to Kurt’s nipple, pinching it lightly. He felt Kurt arch into the touch, hips raising slightly, pushing his hardness into Pietro’s ass as he let out a deep rumbling moan. Encouraged by the reaction, Pietro shifted again over Kurt’s hips, sealing his mouth back over Kurt’s, making sure to rub their erections firmly together as he went and emboldened by his success so far he began to play with Kurt’s nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers.

He panted dazedly as Kurt broke the kiss, looking him in the eye, golden eyes burning with lust and a question? He was just about to ask what Kurt wanted when he felt a gentle tugging on his t-shirt and he realised that Kurt wanted Pietro to do the same. He leaned back letting Kurt pull off his shirt sending it flying through the air to meet Kurt’s on the floor. He was just about to continue his ministrations on Kurt’s nipples when Kurt flipped them over with a growl that made his spine shiver and his cock twitch within the confines of his jeans.

Kurt seemed to sit back, admiring his bared chest for a second before pressing their bodies tightly together. The feel of Kurt’s silken fur against his bare skin was making his skin break out in tingles. He gasped and writhed underneath Kurt as Kurt’s fur brushed against his nipples, sending them into tight little nubs.

Kurt then did something he’d only dreamed of, dipping down and running that wonderfully amazing raspy tongue over his nipple, twirling around it before moving across to the other. He felt electricity shoot through him at every pass of that raspy tongue before Kurt raised his head back up moulding his lips to Pietro’s immediately, switching to teasing and rolling the hardened nubs, paying Pietro back for his attentions earlier. He writhed and mewled in a lust induced haze as Kurt played with his body, the fur against his skin feeling so good, even better than he’d imagined.

He clutched blindly at Kurt’s fur covered back and shoulders, shifting his hips impatiently as he tried to get more friction between their lower bodies. He felt Kurt’s furred hand travel down his stomach to his waistband, where their touches would usually stop. He let out a shuddering moan when, to his surprised pleasure, Kurt’s hand didn’t stop its journey, instead travelling further down to cup his throbbing erection through his painfully restrictive jeans. He bucked, pressing his hardness further into Kurt’s hand, letting out mindless lustful moans and gasps as Kurt massaged him.

He whimpered pitifully, consumed by his lust as he felt Kurt’s hand leave his pained bulge, travelling back up, stopping at his belt. He looked into Kurt’s eyes and nodded his permission, his body thrumming with electricity as Kurt quickly unbuckled his belt, popping the button of his jeans open and far too slowly for Pietro’s sanity, pulling down the zipper. His breath caught as Kurt reached into his boxers, a velvet covered hand enclosing around his pulsating member and pulling it out. He let out a strangled gasp at the sensation.

God, he could almost come right this second. He knew he was shaking like a leaf, his body trembling with the sensation of having Kurt holding him. No fantasy could ever match the reality of how it felt. He desperately tried to get his body under control, not wanting it to be over so soon.

Thankfully, Kurt asked him a question about his hairless state, his German accent thick and husky with lust. Pietro stammered about how he thought it was part of his mutation. Kurt seemed to accept this and Pietro nearly rocketed up off the bed at the first sweep of Kurt’s firm velvet grip stroking up his length.

“Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god Ku-u-urt I’m-I’m not going to last, oh Christ, so good.” he stuttered out mindlessly, his hips twitching and following Kurt’s rhythm as his cock was pumped with a firm languid motion that was sending his mind and body into an ecstasy induced frenzy. He was panting and shaking as he felt a flush rising up his chest and a steady hum of electricity building in his balls. Kurt was kissing him and working his swollen cock, brushing his furry thumb over the leaking head on every upstroke. He couldn’t last any longer. He screamed Kurt’s name, his back bent like a bow and his body convulsed violently as he came, shaking and trembling as Kurt’s hand continued to milk the last dregs of his orgasm from his body. He lay there panting as he came down from his high before meeting Kurt’s awe filled eyes.

Kurt was in heaven. That’s it he’d died and gone to heaven! He’d arrived at the Brotherhood house to be met by some of Pietro’s soul stealing kisses. They’d quickly taken the action up to Pietro’s bedroom, where they had allowed themselves to fall completely into the kisses, for once, not having to worry about being caught or seen by the public, where Pietro had proceeded to divest him of his shirt. Feeling Pietro touch him like that was extraordinary. The sensations caused by Pietro playing with his nipples had been like something he’d never dreamed and was quickly melting his brain.

He motioned for Pietro to lose his own shirt. He’d looked a little confused for a second before complying and leaving them both shirtless. He grabbed Pietro around the waist, growling as he rolled them so he was once again on top.

Pietro was so beautiful like this. He took a second to admire the view before claiming Pietro’s nipples to play with. The taste of Pietro’s skin against his tongue as he licked the tight little nubs was incredible. He could so easily become addicted to Pietro’s taste. He leaned up to take Pietro’s swollen parted mouth in another hot needy kiss and continued to play with Pietro’s body. Gott, he loved the delicious way Pietro was squirming underneath him, making those sexy little keening sounds as he rolled his hips for more contact.

He brushed his hand lightly down Pietro’s abs to his waistband. They would usually stop here but maybe he could take this further. He knew they were both ready for more. He let his hand wander lower before cupping Pietro through the other boy’s jeans. He’d never deliberately touched Pietro like this before. He liked it, he thought as he massaged the twitching bulge and if Pietro’s full throated groan was anything to go by he didn’t mind it either. He brought his hand back up dithering at Pietro’s waistband. Should he? He thought uncertainly, looking to Pietro for confirmation.

Pietro’s face was flushed with pleasure, his chest heaving. His lust dazed eyes slowly seemed to realize what he was waiting for. At Pietro’s nod he began to unbuckle the other boy’s belt and undid the button. He pulled the zipper down slowly, anticipation filling him, before guiding his hand through the folds of Pietro’s boxers and finally closing his hand around Pietro’s stiff rod.

He heard Pietro let out a strangled sound of pleasure and he felt it as Pietro’s body started shaking as he pulled it out to look. He’d never seen anyone else’s before. Just holding it was so different to holding his own. He knew he was probably torturing Pietro with his perusal but he couldn’t stop looking.

It was smooth and pale, a similar size to his. He regarded it thoughtfully. He wasn’t an expert, but didn’t most guys usually have pubic hair at this age? He couldn’t really use himself for comparison as his entire body was covered in fur and always had been.

“Pietro, how come you don’t have any hair down here?” he asked huskily, the feel of Pietro within his hands and the delicious sounds Pietro was making stoking his own lust. He scolded himself. What was he doing, sitting here, holding his boyfriends dick and stopping to ask stupid questions?

“I-I-I dunno, it’s just like that. I-I-I think it’s part of my mutation. My whole body’s hairless.” Pietro stuttered. He decided to take pity on him as he stroked his hand up and down Pietro’s thick length. He smiled wickedly as Pietro arched into the air and professed his inability to hold out much longer.

He set up a steady pumping motion, paying particular attention to the head which was streaming with pre-cum making the motion of Kurt’s hand more fluid as the slickness eased the friction of his actions. He felt heat building up inside as he watched Pietro in the throes of sexual sensation, that beautiful body arching and writhing and trembling under Kurt’s touch, the erotic sounds he was making as Kurt sealed their mouths together, continuing to bring Pietro to the edge. He broke away and a flash of red hot heat went through him as Pietro screamed his name, arching into his release and trembling as he continued to work every last drop of pleasure out of him. He cleaned Pietro up with some tissues on the nightstand before he held Pietro close as he felt him trembling and panting from his completion. He met Pietro’s pleasure glazed blue eyes, the pupils dilated till those beautiful orbs were almost entirely black.

“Wow, that was just, wow.” Pietro breathed, still trying to catch his breath as he lay cradled in a warm furry embrace.

“Ja, I take it zhat you enjoyed it, zhen?” Kurt teased, running his fingers down Pietro’s bare back, causing the other boy to shiver.

“It was fucking amazing and you know it. I don’t have words.” Pietro whispered snuggling into Kurt’s neck, inhaling the warm scent of cinnamon that always seemed to surround the other boy. He felt Kurt’s erection dig into his hip and he grinned devilishly into the soft fur. It was time for some payback. Pietro let his hand glide through the fur on Kurt’s stomach before quickly covering Kurt’s cock and giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.

Kurt gasped bucking into Pietro’s hand. His all but forgotten erection that had been mostly ignored as he enjoyed his exploration of Pietro’s body was suddenly brought back into sharp relief as it throbbed painfully at Pietro’s touch.

“Vhat? What are you doing?” he panted, pulling his head back to see Pietro’s mischievously sparkling eyes.

“Returning the favour.” Pietro said with a smirk, continuing to mould Kurt’s bulge with his hand.

“Oh gott, you-you don’t have to do zhat if you don’t vant to.” Kurt stuttered, wanting Pietro to know that he hadn’t touched Pietro so intimately just to get reciprocation.

“I know but I want to I’ve been thinking about this pretty much constantly for the last two weeks. It’s been killing me to wait.” Pietro announced smiling wider as Kurt writhed and moaned at his touch, he was so fucking hot like this, all needy and at Pietro’s control.

“Zhen by all means, far be it for me to deny you anything.” Kurt joked, trying to keep his control. Pietro smirked before rolling Kurt onto his back and positioning himself so he was kneeling over Kurt, straddling the blue mutant’s thighs. He leaned in giving, Kurt a deep passion filled kiss before pulling back to sit on his heels.

He carefully undid the button of Kurt’s combats and slowly lowered the other boy’s zip following the zippers path with his finger. Instead of simply pulling Kurt out the way Kurt had done to him, he lifted the waist band of Kurt’s boxers, pulling both them and Kurt’s pants slightly down his hips until Kurt’s throbbing erection was uncovered, bobbing gently against his abdomen. He ran his fingers lightly over Kurt’s quivering cock, marvelling at the texture. Kurt, like Pietro didn’t have the usual mass of wiry pubic hair common to most guys, instead, simply having a soft layer of peach fuzz covering his blue skin that became sparser as it covered his cock and balls. He was uncut and a single drop of pre-cum had gathered at the slit.

Kurt was going insane, Pietro’s feather light touches were driving him nuts with anticipation, his body shaking with pleasurable tension as Pietro brushed his fingertips lightly up and down the shaft, feathering over his balls. Kurt felt himself blushing at the way Pietro was regarding his private parts with lustful fascination.

Pietro looked up at Kurt’s face. The way he looked, his head was leaning back eyes squeezed shut, jaw tense and biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling was so erotic. He continued his light teasing touches on Kurt’s cock, watching the mauve blush that had appeared across Kurt’s sharp cheekbones. He decided not to torture Kurt any longer and wrapped his hand round Kurt’s cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Kurt moaned, bucking up into the pressure, eyes snapping open only to roll back into his head as he began panting.

Pietro transferred his gaze back down to Kurt’s weeping erection. He licked his lips, staring at the bead of pre-cum that was still settled at Kurt’s slit. Should he do what he was thinking about? He’d thought about it quite a few times over the last few days, what it might be like to take Kurt’s cock into his mouth. He’d gone on the internet, reading some very erotic descriptions of the act, but should he do it? Were they ready for that? Screw it, he thought. They had gone this far, what was a little further.

He shifted further backwards and bent over, breathing gently onto Kurt’s cock before quickly whipping his tongue out and licking up the slit, gathering up that bead of pre-cum, tasting it before lightly suckling the head. He was surprised to find that it tasted like cinnamon. He’d been led to understand that a man’s cum had a salty bitter taste to it, but no, this was sweet and slightly spicy and tasted exactly like cinnamon, he thought, exploring the flavour.

Kurt’s entire body arched as if electrocuted the instant Pietro’s soft wet tongue had touched his aching member. Lights were flashing across his eyes as he struggled to pull himself together.

“Vhat-mein gott, vhat are you doing?” he asked, panting heavily, not quite believing that Pietro was really there, suckling his cock like out of one of his dreams. Pietro removed his mouth from the head of Kurt’s now heavily leaking member, giving one strong lick from root to tip that made Kurt shudder before he glanced up meeting Kurt’s eyes boldly.

“Well I was planning on sucking your cock, but I can stop if you want me to.” he said, holding Kurt’s eyes as he moved back, stretching his lips over the head and wriggling his tongue into the slit, his actions seeming to rob Kurt of any reservations he might have had.

“Oh gott, please don’t stop, glaubt also gut ich kippen standplatz es (translation: feels so good I can’t stand it).” Kurt devolved into German as the sensations took over his brain.

Pietro’s eyes sparkled with wicked pleasure as he listened to Kurt’s babbling. He loved it when Kurt forgot himself because of whatever Pietro was doing and started babbling in German. It was so fucking sexy!

He moved his hand down firmly, gripping the base of Kurt’s cock as he tried to take more into his mouth. His other hand was pushing Kurt’s hips down into the bed to stop him from involuntarily bucking up, causing Pietro to choke. He pushed his lips further down over Kurt’s cock, feeling the downy softness as it glided across his tongue before hitting the back of his throat, causing him to pull back up, licking and sucking as he went, delighting in Kurt’s whimpers and moans and occasional outbursts of German. He started a gentle bobbing motion, moving his hand up and down in rhythm to stroke what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

Kurt was falling apart. He’d never imagined something could feel so good. He’d leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch. Electricity was shooting up and down his spine and tail, causing sparks to light up behind his eyes, obscuring the incredibly hot vision of Pietro’s lips stretched around his pulsating erection. It was just so erotic. His fantasies really hadn’t done the reality justice.

Some small part of him questioned if this was maybe a little faster than they had planned, given that they had only been together for nearly three weeks, but he ruthlessly thrust those thoughts aside, refusing to let anything get in the way of the pleasure he was experiencing at Pietro’s talented mouth and hands. So what if it was fast, sometimes maybe it was just like that. He and Pietro, once they had realised their feelings, had simply clicked, all the pieces easily slotting into place. It was stupid trying to not do things together just because they were trying to follow some imagined time line. He let out a full throated groan as Pietro started to bob, his pace over Kurt’s cock increasing.

Kurt’s cock was now slick and slippery across his tongue. He sucked hard as he lifted off before licking the underside of Kurt’s rigid shaft like a popsicle. He was thoroughly enjoying the power he felt in this position. He didn’t know why girls complained. It was fantastic, listening to Kurt’s growling moans, the taste of Kurt’s seed sweet and spicy on his tongue as he once more engulfed the erection in front of him, pushing down till the head hit the back of his throat.

He closed his eyes trying to concentrate on ignoring his gag reflex as he pushed down further, trying to open his throat. He slid slowly down further and further onto Kurt’s cock until he felt Kurt’s fur brush against his nose and lips and he realised he’d done it, he was deep-throating Kurt, who, if the tremors and whimpering were anything to go by, was seriously enjoying it. It was difficult to maintain. His instincts were still telling him to gag. He tried swallowing which got a very favourable reaction as Kurt’s fingers tangled in the bed spread and his body shuddered. He tried to keep up his actions with his tongue as he pulled off choking ever so slightly on the way back up.

He figured his actions were a little slow and awkward but it was the sort of thing you’d only be able to do easily with practice. Besides, Kurt wasn’t complaining at his technique. He laughed internally as he tried to begin bobbing again, this time including the deep-throating action, swallowing every time he got to the base and sucking hard on the way up.

He started caressing Kurt’s balls with his spare hand adding even more sensation to Kurt’s already overloaded senses. He felt it as Kurt’s fuzzy orbs started to draw up closer to his body. Was he supposed to pull away now? That seemed a little cruel and it’s not like Kurt tasted bad, he thought, deciding that he was going to try and swallow it.

“Oh gott, Pietro, I’m so close. I’m going to, oh gott, PIETRO!” Kurt roared in an almost animalistic way as he came. Pietro started swallowing rapidly as he felt Kurt’s body tense then shudder spastically, trying to suck out every drop that he could, but it filled his mouth too fast and some leaked out the corners. He waited till Kurt was sprawled bonelessly back on the bed, spent, before once more sucking hard, causing Kurt to whimper at the feeling on his overly sensitised cock as Pietro licked his way up before suckling gently on the crown, swiping up every last drop of Kurt’s release and licking his lips clean before slinking his way up Kurt’s body to wrap his arms around him.

“Do you know that you taste like cinnamon?” Pietro said absently as Kurt looked on dazedly, apparently not yet up to coherent speech as he lay there insensate, his body only capable of producing a deep rumbling purr that was vibrating pleasantly against Pietro’s chest.

“Here, I’ll show you.” he said, sealing his lips over Kurt’s, pushing his tongue through into a slightly parted mouth and coaxing the raspy appendage he found there back to life. Kurt slowly felt his brain begin to function again as Pietro’s tongue danced with his. He could taste the familiar mintyness of Pietro’s mouth and hey, what do you know? He did taste like cinnamon, he thought, as he tasted his own release mixed with Pietro’s unique taste which brought him back to what had just happened.

God and all the heavens above, he’d never imagined anything like it! Of course he’d thought about blowjobs before and had even researched a little as he thought about he and Pietro doing it but he’d never realised how good it would feel. His four toes were still tingling slightly from the sensations. He suddenly couldn’t wait to do the same for Pietro. He wanted to give him that sort of pleasure, he thought, as they pulled their lips apart.

“Zhat vas amazing.” Kurt whispered, kissing either side of Pietro’s lips. Pietro smirked.

“It was only a kiss.” Pietro teased, smiling giddily, causing Kurt to snort out a laugh.

“Not zhat moron, before zhat. It vas incredible. You have to try it. I can’t vait to return zhe favour. Ve could do it now.” Kurt murmured huskily, nuzzling the space behind Pietro’s ear and letting his hand wander down Pietro’s side.

“Hmm, that sounds good, but not right now. Nap first, then maybe later?” Pietro said, snuggling his body closer into Kurt’s, burrowing his head into that spot between Kurt’s shoulder and neck that he had claimed as his own.

“Ja, ok, later.” Kurt said, giving Pietro a sweet kiss before closing his eyes and resting, nuzzling the top of Pietro’s head, inhaling the other boys scent.

“Kurt?” Pietro questioned lightly, not moving from his comfy position.

“Ja?” Kurt answered, fighting back a yawn despite it only being around 1 o’clock in the afternoon he was exhausted.

“You know that you don’t have to do that back to me if you don’t want to. That’s not why I did it.” Pietro said not wanting Kurt to feel pressured.

“Dummkopf (translation: fool), I know zhat. I vant to do it. It felt amazing and I vant to be able to give zhat to you.” Kurt laughed fondly, musing on how it hadn’t been all that long ago that he had been the one telling Pietro that he didn’t need to reciprocate Kurt’s actions.

“Ok, good, glad we got that straight //YAWN// god, you won’t believe this, but I think you actually tired me out.” Pietro said, smiling lazily into Kurt’s neck.

“Zhen go to sleep. A small nap von’t hurt and ve have zhe whole afternoon ahead of us.” Kurt said, pulling Pietro further into his embrace, continuing to purr as the two boys drifted off to sleep.

As it happened they only slept for about an hour before Kurt woke up to find Pietro shifting slightly against him. He regarded the paler boy carefully, deciding that he was obviously still asleep. He vaguely registered the fact that he was still purring, only much more softly. He smiled, he’d never purred so much in his life till he and Pietro got together. It was mostly an involuntary reaction, although he could force a purr and sometimes did as he knew how much Pietro enjoyed the sound, having heard him comment on it several times.

“Mmmm, Kurt.” Pietro breathed, his hips shifting slightly. Kurt looked down, listening to Pietro’s breathing and heartbeat. Nope, he was still asleep. Then he noticed how Pietro’s hips were shifting gently against his and he felt Pietro’s newly awakened erection. He smiled wickedly, realizing that Pietro was probably having a naughty dream. Oooh, now this could have definite possibilities.

“Pietrooooo.” he purred long and hard into Pietro’s ear, blowing against it softly, smirking as Pietro shuddered.

“Yes, god, Kurt, again.” Pietro whined, pushing his hips against Kurt a little more forcefully. Kurt lowered his head to Pietro’s pale bare shoulder and began sucking gently, pushing a deep hard purr out to dance through Pietro’s body, causing the other boy to shudder and moan. And then Kurt got a wicked idea as he manoeuvred Pietro onto his back. Kurt slid down the other boy’s body till he slipped off the edge of the bed pulling Pietro with him till Pietro’s legs were hanging off the side of the bed, his thighs cradling Kurt’s chest, Pietro’s groin perfectly positioned to get the full benefit of Kurt purrs. He took a deep breath before letting loose a long loud and particularly deep rumbling purr sending vibrations dancing straight through Pietro’s groin. Pietro shot to wakefulness with a gasp at the sensation.

“Oh, Jesus, god, Kurt, what huh?” he gasped inarticulately his brain starting to wake up making him moan as he realised that Kurt was between his thighs and purring steadily. Oh, and not to mention that he was as hard as a fucking rock.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Kurt purred mockingly, with a devious smile.

“Jesus, Kurt, what a way to wake up.” Pietro laughed sitting up slightly, his hands spread out behind him to help prop him up, wide awake now and enjoying the sensations caused by Kurt’s purrs.

“Vell, it is only fair. After all, you did wake me up. You seemed to vant something from me but it didn’t seem appropriate to give it to you vhile you vere still asleep.” Kurt said as he continued to purr teasingly. Pietro blushed he’d obviously been dreaming about Kurt. Now that he thought about it, he could hazily remember a few erotic images. Kurt suddenly grabbed Pietro’s chin, drawing him closer to Kurt’s face, causing they’re eyes to meet.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are vhen you blush?” Kurt questioned, making Pietro’s blush deepen before pulling Pietro’s face down into a succulent kiss. Kurt suddenly disentangled their tongues as he licked and nibbled his way across Pietro’s jaw and down his neck, causing the other boy to shiver before moving down Pietro’s chest to his nipples. He started wetly laving one while he twisted and rolled the other between his fingers making Pietro moan as he switched sides. He then began kissing and licking his way down Pietro’s toned abdomen, pushing Pietro back till he was leaning up on his elbows staring lustfully down at Kurt as the blue furred boy played his body like a finely tuned instrument, making his whole body quiver.

Kurt paused for a while at Pietro’s belly button swirling and darting his raspy tongue in and out of the small indentation, making Pietro shake and gasp. He continued his journey down, grasping the sides of Pietro’s jeans and boxers, which they hadn’t bothered to do back up from earlier, and starting to slide them down his hips. Pietro suddenly caught his wrist, halting his progress.

“Kurt, are you sure you know what you’re doing? I mean, really, you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” Pietro said shakily, seeing where Kurt was headed and obviously struggling with his arousal. Kurt gave him an impatient look.

“Ja, and I already told you earlier zhat I vant to do zhis. Having you do it first just made it a little easier to pluck up zhe courage is all.” Kurt assured. Is this what they were going to be like from now on? Every time one of them tried something different, taking them forward, the other being assured that reciprocation wasn’t necessary? He wanted to do this and damn it, he was going to.

“Ok, just checking, just watch the fangs, ok?” Pietro smiled, indicating Kurt’s sharp white canines Kurt snorted and gave Pietro an incredulous look.

“Vhat, you zhink I just grew zhese zhings yesterday? I can be careful, now shut up and let me get on vith it.” Kurt demanded bossily, smiling to let Pietro know he wasn’t upset. Pietro laughed, slumping back on his elbows for support.

“Ok, ok, I know when I’ve been told. The show’s all yours.” he grinned. Kurt rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics before once more starting at Pietro’s belly button, torturing the small hollow till Pietro was once again suitably gasping and moaning. He once more hooked his hands under Pietro’s jeans and boxers, half expecting to be stopped again, only to be left to his own devices this time. As he slid the garments down, Pietro raised his hips slightly, making the movement easier as Kurt followed the materials path with licking kisses down to Pietro’s pubic area, until Pietro’s swaying cock was revealed, but Kurt didn’t stop pushing the garments down until they were bunched around Pietro’s calves.

Kurt let his eyes wander, enjoying the sight of a pretty much naked Pietro, miles of milky white skin with a hint of olive tan, his lean sculpted muscles, the faint flush of pink across his chest and cheekbones from his arousal. It made for an incredibly sexy picture. Then he looked down at Pietro’s eagerly twitching erection, the smooth pale shaft with its pink flushed plumy shaped head framed by equally smooth hairless balls. He hadn’t gotten to appreciate the sight properly before, having only pulled Pietro’s cock out through the gap in his boxers but he was making up for it now.

He remembered how Pietro had said he always tasted and smelled of cinnamon and how he had even gone on to prove that even Kurt’s semen tasted vaguely of cinnamon. Pietro always tasted slightly of mint, smelled a bit of it too. He found himself wondering if Pietro’s semen would be minty too.

He stroked the shaft lightly, watching as a bead of pre-cum appeared. He immediately dipped down, licking his tongue broadly across the head before rolling the taste around his mouth as he heard Pietro groan loudly. It wasn’t minty, but it was sweet extremely sweet, like candy, like vanilla. That was it, he tasted of vanilla. He eagerly began licking the shaft with long sweeping strokes like a kid with a lolly pop, causing Pietro to thrash about and moan wildly, before engulfing the head and suckling it.

Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god, he’s trying to kill me. That’s it, he’s trying to kill me with pleasure! Pietro thought, clutching desperately at his sheets, knowing if he put his hands on Kurt’s head, he’d end up pulling some hair out, which would probably cause Kurt to stop giving him these sensations, these blissful wonderful sensations.

He’d appreciated Kurt’s raspy tongue when they kissed. He’d been driven out of his mind by it when Kurt licked across his skin and nipples but nothing could have ever prepared him for the sheer unadulterated ecstasy of having that sandpapery tongue licking his cock. It was earth shaking and when Kurt engulfed the head he honestly thought he might die from sensations.

Kurt was slowly working his way down Pietro’s slippery shaft. He’d decided he was going to try deep-throating like Pietro had done to him. He had a slight advantage over Pietro as he didn’t have a gag reflex and had often entertained the other kids at the Institute by gulping hotdog sausages down whole. Logan had once compared him to an anaconda devouring its prey and while Pietro was a bit longer and thicker than the hotdogs he usually swallowed, that skill was going to come in handy now, he mused, sucking lightly on the head before suddenly engulfing Pietro whole, straight down to the root, causing Pietro to jerk up and scream in surprised pleasure, shaking and babbling as Kurt swallowed several times in succession, massaging Pietro’s engorged flesh with his throat muscles.

“Oh-my-god-Kurt-oh-jesus-oh-shit-kurt-so-good-I-god-I-dont-I-can’t-oh-fuck-Kurt-don’t-stop-please-don’t-stop.” Pietro babbled mindlessly caught up in a tidal wave of sensation at the way Kurt had taken in his entire length without even a trace of difficulty. Where the hell had he learned how to do that? And the swallowing, Jesus, fuck, Pietro thought as he desperately tried to stamp back the orgasm he could feel starting in his toes and trying to rise up through his body. Not yet, not yet, he thought desperately, wanting to keep feeling this for just a little while longer.

Kurt was thoroughly enjoying Pietro’s high speed incomprehensible words. Knowing that he could reduce Pietro into a babbling mess so quickly filled him with pleasure which only increased as Pietro suddenly seemed to lose the ability to use words at all, just letting out high pitched keening sounds and low guttural moans and whimpers as Kurt worked his way effortlessly up and down Pietro’s cock with a easy flowing speed, swallowing at the root and sucking hard on the up, paying careful attention to the tip. He could tell Pietro was getting close so he decided to try out an idea he’d had to push him over the edge.

He concentrated, letting a low deep purr build up inside him. He saw Pietro’s eyes become impossibly large as he registered what Kurt was doing and the vibrations from Kurt purrs travelled through Kurt’s chest up his throat and directly into Pietro’s swollen length. Pietro let out a broken cry, trying to last just a little longer, but Kurt was determined to push him spectacularly over the edge and simultaneously increased the depth of his purr and the strength of his suction. Pietro immediately hit the pinnacle of his desire letting out an impassioned scream, his body snapping taut and his eyes rolling back in his head as he blacked out from the overdose of sensation.

Kurt swallowed every last drop of Pietro’s release, taking his time to lick Pietro’s cock completely clean, savouring the overly sweet taste of Pietro’s seed before pulling Pietro’s jeans back up over his hips, not bothering with doing them up. He then climbed up onto the bed lying back and pulling Pietro’s limp body into his arms. He was excessively proud of himself, first time giving a blowjob and he’d managed to successfully render his boyfriend unconscious with pleasure, although he was becoming a little concerned as Pietro wasn’t quickly waking up.

“Hmmm.” Pietro purred, slowly coming back to consciousness.

“Pietro, are you alright?” Kurt asked, concerned as Pietro’s blue eyes blinked dazedly at him.

“Oh yeah, more than alright. What did you do to me? I can’t feel my toes.” Pietro questioned sluggishly, slowly coming back to his senses.

“Vell I know you haven’t had vun before but I vould zhink you vould recognise a blowjob vhen you receive vun.” Kurt teased happy, again now that he was assured that Pietro wasn’t permanently brain damaged. Pietro huffed weakly cuffing Kurt’s ear.

“I know what a blowjob is. I just want to know where in the hell you learned to give one like that, or wait, do I not want to know?” Pietro laughed teasingly, although he was a bit curious about the answer to that one. It was Kurt’s turn to huff lightly, smacking Pietro’s arm for his insinuation.

“Novhere like vhat you’re zhinking, I don’t have a gag reflex so I often swallow hotdogs whole for zhe entertainment of zhe others at zhe mansion. As for zhe rest, zhat vas just improvisation.” Kurt said, chuckling proudly at Pietro’s astounded look.

“Hot dogs and improvisation? Christ, I’m not sure if I wanna know what else you can do. I may not survive it.” Pietro laughed as the feeling came back into his legs.

“Are you sure you don’t vant to know? It vould be a pity for you to miss out.” Kurt said, curling his tongue around his teeth and giving Pietro a blatantly scorching leer. Pietro groaned.

“Oh god, you really are going to kill me. Ok, I want to find out what else you got, but I don’t think I’m up for it today. I might not survive it.” Pietro said resignedly before laughing at Kurt’s look of mock disappointment. He leant in, pressing his lips to Kurt’s, kissing the pout off his boyfriend’s face, slipping his tongue out to root out all of Kurt’s most sensitive spots. He rolled his tongue against Kurt’s savouring Kurt’s taste. He frowned as he realized there was something different. A really sweet taste lingered in Kurt’s mouth. Had Kurt been sitting there eating candy while he was unconscious?

“Did you raid my secret candy stash after you knocked me out?” Pietro asked, preparing to be amused as he broke the kiss.

“You have a secret candy stash? Vhy vasn’t I told about zhis? And I thought you cared.” Kurt said joking, not really knowing what Pietro was talking about.

“Come on, Kurt, be serious, did you?” Pietro asked, curious. He didn’t really care if he had, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up for a tease if he had.

“Nein.” Kurt said baffled with Pietro’s line of questioning.

“Then why do you taste so sweet?” Pietro asked. Kurt looked surprised for about a second before clasping his hands together under his chin and sighing girlishly.

“Aww, Pietro, you always say zhe nicest zhings to me.” he said, fluttering his unnaturally long and thick for a boy’s eyelashes dramatically. Pietro burst out laughing.

“No, you idiot, I mean it there’s a really sweet taste in your mouth, like vanilla or those really sugary candy canes.” Pietro laughed, trying to explain. Kurt’s eyes widened in sudden recognition before he burst out laughing.

“Zhat’s not me, its you.” he announced through his laughter.

“Huh? What do you mean it’s me?” Pietro asked, confused. Kurt tried to stifle his laughter so he could explain.

“Ja, it's you. Do you remember when you said I always tasted and smelled of cinnamon and zhen vhen you showed me zhat even mein, er, release tasted of cinnamon?” Kurt said, stumbling a little over his words. Pietro nodded, trying to follow what Kurt was saying.

“Vell, you always taste and smell of mint so I thought maybe you vould taste of mint, the same vay I taste of cinnamon, but you didn’t. You just tasted extremely sweet, like vanilla. Zhat sweetness you can taste is you.” Pietro’s eyes widened as he processed what Kurt was saying.

“No way, your joking. I mean, not like I have any line of comparison, but I’ve been given to understand that guys taste salty and bitter. I can accept that you taste of cinnamon ‘cause its only slightly sweet and kinda spicy, but what I can taste on you is really sweet, almost sickeningly, so like syrup or something.” Pietro said, not quite ready to believe Kurt wasn’t playing some kind of trick on him.

“It's true, I svear it. I think it’s somehow part of your mutation. You do eat a ridiculously extreme amount of sweets. All that sugar in your system has to go somevhere.” Kurt said, professing his honesty. Pietro still didn’t look convinced. Kurt sighed. Fine, he knew how to settle this. He reached out, pulling Pietro closer to him, taking his lips in a passionate kiss. Pietro quickly melted into Kurt, putting aside the issue, but he did squeak and squirm slightly when Kurt reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock and pumping it to full hardness. Pietro panted. He’d just come down from one body quaking orgasm, was he really up to another one so soon?

“Kurt, oh god, Kurt, what are you doing?” Pietro panted as his body automatically responded to Kurt’s actions. Kurt smiled cheekily.

“Proving a point.” Kurt said. Pietro’s eyes widened.

“Proving a point? What point?” Pietro gasped out. Kurt waited till pre-cum bubbled up out of Pietro’s slit before swiping it off with his finger, holding it out in front of Pietro’s lips.

“Taste.” Kurt commanded. Pietro gave him an incredulous glance.

“I’m not tasting that.” he announced stubbornly. Kurt rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“You don’t believe me, so taste.” he repeated, holding the cum covered finger close to Pietro’s mouth. Pietro sighed with resignation.

“Ok, fine.” he said before wrapping his lips around Kurt’s peach fuzz covered digit and sucking off his own pre-cum. His eyes widened as the incredibly sweet taste exploded on his tongue. Oh-my-god it really had been him!

That’s just not normal, he thought, before catching the lustful expression on Kurt’s face, how he was apparently enraptured with the sensation of Pietro sucking on his finger, obviously reminding him of something Pietro had done not all that long ago. Pietro smirked inwardly. He could have some real fun with this, he thought, as he continued sucking on Kurt’s finger, making sure to keep his eyes in contact with Kurt’s as he ran his tongue over the pad before swirling it around the length of the digit. He watched the heat grow in Kurt’s eyes at his actions.

He nudged Kurt’s crotch with his knee, causing Kurt to moan, his softened cock quickly filling to full hardness at Pietro’s ministrations. Pietro allowed Kurt’s finger to fall from his mouth with a wet sound as he pushed Kurt onto his back, settling his body over Kurt’s, pushing their mouths together for a hungry kiss as he ground his newly awakened hardness down into Kurt’s. He felt it as Kurt’s hands roamed across his bare back before dipping down under the waistband of his pants, cupping and caressing the cheeks of his ass.

He moaned, drawing back, using his super speed to pull both their trousers down and off before covering Kurt’s naked body with his own and sealing their mouths back together. They both moaned at the sensations, writhing against one another, their exploring hands becoming more forceful and needy as they were able to stoke and caress every inch of each other’s body’s without any barriers to stop them.

Pietro had his eyes closed. He felt high on sensation and he thanked god for his and Kurt’s hormonal teenage bodies that allowed them to experience this passion again so soon. The feel of Kurt’s fur erotically tickling every inch of his naked body was extraordinary, both of them eagerly exploring all the new things they had discovered only today.

The barriers between them truly had been cast aside. He knew this wasn’t going to lead to full sex. They still weren’t ready. What they were already doing was probably farther than they should have gone but hell, it felt so good, why should they stop? There was still plenty that lay ahead of them to experience.

Pietro broke the kiss, gulping in a few lungfulls of air before plunging back in. He felt one of Kurt’s hands stroking and fondling his ass, the other was dancing across his chest, working his nipples into hardened peaks. Kurt’s tail had wound itself around his bare right thigh and was rhythmically squeezing and releasing.

His own hands were far from idle. One slid up Kurt’s thigh, hooking underneath it and pulling it up. Kurt instinctively wrapped the slender limb round Pietro’s waist. He possessively grasped Kurt’s ass before letting his hand travel up and under Kurt’s back, fondling the base of Kurt’s tail, something that he knew drove Kurt wild, Kurt having once admitted during one of their make out sessions how sensitive his tail was, then letting it continue up, ruffling the fur over Kurt’s spine. His other hand stroked down Kurt’s stomach, quickly caressing Kurt’s balls with a light touch, rolling them within his palm, causing Kurt to growl and thrash with desire and clutch desperately at Pietro’s ass.

He let his weight rest more fully onto Kurt, bringing their swollen leaking cocks into alignment. He started to rock gently, Kurt’s fuzzy member sliding against his own hairless one. They were both panting hard now, caught up in their body’s desires as they undulated and thrust more aggressively against one another, Kurt swivelling and raising his hips up against Pietro from below as Pietro ground down from above.

Pietro let his hand leave Kurt’s swollen balls, wrapping it around both their pulsating lengths. He began to jerk them off together. He felt the hand Kurt had been using to play with his nipples come down and close over his pumping fist.

The contradictive sensations, between Kurt’s furry cock and hand and Pietro’s smooth hairless ones, was amazing. He could feel his orgasm rising from deep inside as they both thrust with mindless ecstasy into their entwined hands. He felt Kurt’s body tense in preparation of release just as his own began to wash over him.

They both howled and they rode out their completion together. Pietro collapsed across Kurt’s chest, boneless and content. He could feel the stickiness of their combined fluids. He sighed happily as their lips met for a sweet relaxed kiss.

Kurt knew they should move before they stuck together, something that would be particularly painful, what, with him having fur and all, but he just couldn’t bring himself to move Pietro’s reassuring weight off his chest. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, he groaned rolling them over so he could grab the tissues off to the side. He tenderly wiped the cum off Pietro’s stomach and abs before roughly scrubbing at the sticky mess which had started to dry into his fur.

“Dummes storrisches material (translation: stupid stubborn stuff).” Kurt muttered in irritation as his efforts only seemed to make things worse as the tissue started to break up, peppering his dark blue fur with white bits. Pietro cracked one eye open to observe what Kurt was doing. He started to laugh as he watched Kurt scowling down at the mess on his stomach.

“I think your making it worse.” he said, unsuccessfully trying to hold back an amused smile. Kurt narrowed his eyes at Pietro.

“Don’t you dare start laughing. It’s impossible to get zhis stuff out of fur once it starts to dry.” Kurt threatened with a pout. Pietro choked back a giggle before deciding to take pity on his grumbling lover.

“Don’t fret, it’s nothing a nice hot shower won’t fix. The bathroom’s just next door.” Pietro said placatingly. Kurt smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“Ja, a shower vould be nice, but vhat if I get lonely?” Kurt questioned suggestively. Pietro smirked, following Kurt’s thoughts perfectly. After all, he was in need of a shower himself, their activities having left him with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Hmm I suppose I could always keep you company. It wouldn’t do to let you get lonely. Port us in there. I don’t feel like walking.” Pietro purred cheekily, stroking Kurt’s fuzzy cheek. Kurt snorted at Pietro’s laziness.

“Charming, vhat, did your last slave die of?” Kurt questioned with a grin.

“Nothing, you’re not dead yet, now get porting.” Pietro shot back smartly, causing Kurt to laugh.

“Yes master, as you wish master, three bags full master.” Kurt joked before gathering Pietro in his arms and porting them into the bathroom. They landed a little unsteadily. Pietro walked over to the bathtub leaning over to turn on the shower. Kurt walked over and hugged him from behind, nuzzling the back of his neck. He stood there for a minute, enjoying the sensation before stepping into the tub pulling Kurt with him.

They set about soaping up each other’s bodies. Kurt was tempted to start something. He’d had more than a few Pietro-in-the-shower fantasies but he decided to lay off. They had exhausted themselves enough for one day and besides, there would be other chances, he thought hopefully, as they stepped under the shower head to rinse, stealing the occasional soft kiss as they went.

They stepped out of the shower after being careful to rinse every speck of soap out of Kurt’s fur. Pietro gave out a squealing laugh as Kurt immediately shook like a dog, spraying Pietro and every other surface with water. He stood there hands on hips as he attempted to glare at Kurt without laughing. Kurt grinned sheepishly.

“Traurig, sorry about zhat. Its involuntary sometimes.” Kurt offered, looking up at Pietro with wide eyes, begging forgiveness. Pietro shook his head in fond exasperation before grabbing some towels and leading Kurt back to his bedroom where, after drying himself, he proceeded to help Kurt dry the dampness out of his fur, enjoying the purrs that rewarded his efforts when suddenly he heard a loud growling sound.

“Did you just growl at me?” Pietro asked cocking an eyebrow in amusement.

“Sorry, it vas mein stomach. I haven’t had anything to eat in hours. Feed me!” Kurt demanded, gazing at Pietro piteously. Pietro laughed.

“Wash you, dry you, feed you, I’m starting to think your taking advantage of my good nature.” Pietro mock whined.

“Ach, maybe a little. Besides, you know I’m vorth it.” Kurt announced with a dazzling smile.

“You wish. Come on, I doubt there is anything in the fridge. Is pizza good for you?” Pietro snorted in amusement as he pulled on a clean shirt, watching Kurt pull on his clothes from earlier.

“Ja, pizza vould be fine as long as there’s no anchovies or olives on it. Uurgh.” Kurt said with a grimace of distaste. Pietro laughed. He wasn’t fond of those things either so it wasn’t a problem. He led Kurt downstairs as he phoned the pizza place, asking for an extra large ham and mushroom with extra cheese. They sat on the couch and watched a little TV, comfortably wrapped up in each other’s arms as they waited for the pizza.

They returned to Pietro’s room when the pizza arrived, figuring it would give them a little more warning when the Brotherhood came back. They lay on Pietro’s bed, talking and eating pizza whilst sharing the occasional kiss for a few hours when they heard the front door slam shut and Toad calling Pietro’s name.

“I guess they’re back. You’d better get out of here before they catch you. I don’t suppose I’ll be able to see you tomorrow, will I?” Pietro said sadly after shouting out to Toad that he would be down in a minute.

“Ja, I had better spend some time vith zhe others, especially seeing as I have been gone all today. Zhey’ll start to vunder vhat’s up, besides, I know Logan has scheduled some extra training for tomorrow. Maybe I could port by for a few minutes in the evening.” Kurt said, standing to leave, giving Pietro a longing glance. It was getting harder and harder to leave him every time. Pietro stood up with him.

“One last kiss for the road?” he questioned hopefully. Kurt didn’t answer, merely pulling Pietro in for a deep slow kiss. They broke apart at a commotion on the landing.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Auf weidersehen, silber (translation: goodbye silver).” Kurt said, rubbing his thumb across Pietro’s cheek.

“Till tomorrow, bye.” Pietro sighed. Kurt caught his eyes in one last affectionate glance before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Pietro sighed again and sat down on his bed. It was getting harder to say goodbye and whatever time he spent with Kurt, while wonderful, was never enough. They had taken a new step forward in their relationship today, sexually speaking, at any rate forging an even deeper sense of intimacy between them. It would have been nice to have longer enjoying their new ease with each other’s bodies and the sense of closeness it brought, but it couldn’t be helped.

They couldn’t tell anyone they were together, which meant they had to hide and Pietro was really starting to hate the hiding. He wanted to be able to be with Kurt openly, to be able to spend entire days together without anyone questioning them. He wanted to be able to walk into the Institute and announce he was there to see Kurt without anyone batting an eyelash like it was just accepted but he wasn’t going to be able to do that. The likelihood of them being accepted was slim to none. The risks were too high.

He groaned as he got up. He had better go down and tell the other boys he was feeling better. He knew he was going to have to listen to them rave about computer games for the next few hours. He hoped Kurt would be able to get away to see him tomorrow.

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Hey, you might have noticed that whenever I use any German, unless it’s something obvious, I always write the translation there and then. I do it like that because it annoys the hell out of me when people write something in another language then you either have to wait till you get to the end of the chapter or you have to keep flicking back and forth for the translation.

Also I fully admit that I don’t speak a word of German so if there’s anything wrong with my translations, blame the online translator I used.