[If Quentin's worried about being woken up at ungodly hours of the night, Kurt will do his best to keep his subconscious thoughts quiet.] I'll try as hard as I can to keep myself from thinking too loudly, but I can't promise it will work if I'm sleeping or something.
[With a roll of the eyes, he waited until Quentin was close enough then gave him an affectionate nudge to the ribs, though did nothing to hide the mischievous smirk at the sensation of his fellow mutant's arm settling around his mid-section.] Don't act like you suddenly mind being pushed up against me. [Because he's noticed that blush. He isn't going to mention it right now, since he has to focus on teleporting the both of them.
A simple task, really-- one that only takes him less than a minute to perform and the final displacement lands them right at their destination atop the roof. He shifted his position to be standing in front of Quentin, encircling his shoulders and leaning to rest their foreheads together to keep them both steady. Moving other people came with a small price; a bout of his own dizziness, but it never lasted long.]
People don't complain in their sleep. [Quentin explained with a slight smile.] They dream. And in dreams, people don't project their thoughts. It's like a little, contained bubble of thought that they're experiencing.
Dreams are weird, honestly.
[Quentin snickered.] If you wanted to get me close, you should just say something. [More blushing despite the teasing.
The teleport was, naturally, disorienting, and he didn't keep himself from leaning against Kurt. The catch was, he didn't bother moving away even when the dizzy spell subsided. With a soft snort of laughter, he tilted his head to press his lips to Kurt's, his cheeks and ears still burning hot.]
No? [He accentuated the question with a nudge of his nose against Quentin's forehead, a soft press of his lips following to add emphasis to the warmhearted gesture.] Like the way the bubbles are drawn in cartoons?
If so, I think they go beyond 'weird' at that point.
[Kurt opens his mouth to protest, gapes for a moment then purses his lips and leans just far enough away to allow him to meet Quentin's gaze.] I'll keep it in mind next time we decide to have a secret roof makeout.
[At this rate, Quentin might end up as pink as his hair. Not that he himself would complain; it's a rather endearing look on his fellow mutant, especially when Quentin laughs and leans to kiss him. He could feel the heat spread across his own cheeks now, as if he'd been passed some sort of fever through the contact, but it didn't keep him from reciprocating by tightening his arms and grazing the points of his fangs across the other teen's lower lip.]
Nah. It's not like it's just hovering above their head. It's in their head, but it's like... contained? Self-contained. Your mind creates the dream and then exists in it, which means it usually isn't trying to think outside of itself. It's actually kind of handy. It means, in general, people are quieter at night. Except for the people who can't sleep. That's the worst chatter.
... Anyway. [He looked a little sheepish. He honestly hadn't meant to ramble on trying to explain something that, in all likelihood, Kurt could not have cared less about.]
Already planning for future secret roof makeouts, huh? [He raised an eyebrow slightly, teasing, but also happily amused by this fact.]
[And yet, Kurt looks completely enthralled with the clarification of how telepathy and dreams work.] Mmn, ja, I can imagine that individuals who suffer with sleep problems have restless minds.
[That's where he leaves it in favor of slackening his arms, smoothing his hands across the slope of Quentin's shoulders then down the spanse of his back. Sure, kissing was great and all, but simple gestures like the one he'd just done would get no complaints on his end.
Meaning yes, their next meetup would be plotted very soon. Until then, he's content to relish the quiet moment they have together, absentmindedly planting another kiss near the corner of Quentin's mouth.] It's a possibility. Let's focus on the here and now though, shall we? [Which he'll add emphasis to by encircling Quentin's waist and tugging him forward, closing the remaining gap between them with an almost possessive sort of embrace.]
[Paranoid as ever, Quentin also tossed up a weak shield. If anyone happened to pass by the one or two windows that overlooked the roof they were hanging out on, they'd simply have no desire to glance outside. It wasn't Kurt that he was embarrassed of; it was just himself. And public displays of affection. Personally, he hated stumbling across other people doing it, so he thought it was only right if he extended the same courtesy.
He took a stumbling half step closer when Kurt tugged him in, happily ending up with his hips pressed flush against Kurt's, biting his lip in an attempt to suppress his excited smirk.]
I can settle for here and now. [He grinned around the words in spite of himself and closed the gap Kurt had left between them. It's a teasing kind of kiss like Quentin is trying to encourage Kurt to be even more possessive and assertive. Definitely a game. Chase his lips or find a better way to pin him down.]
[Not that he knows about the added ward to protect them from prying eyes. Kurt can sense something change about the air around them, though he doesn't think to ask about it. He'd much rather focus on the fact that they're pretty much torso to torso and Quentin is nipping at his lip, enticing him in a way that makes the blue boy purr with content.]
Would you object to me leaving a few more ... marks on you? I— [a pause, like he has to think about what he wants to say before actually putting it into words.] I like how they look on you. [Which makes his face flush as soon as he mentions it.
In an attempt to hide said blush, Nightcrawler dipped forward to deepen the kiss between them, slithering his tail around to encircle both of their waists and further secure their position. He smirked against Quentin's lips then shifted with all the subtleness of a predatory feline, slinking to the side just enough so he could pin the telepath between one of the tall stone towers and his own body. If 'possessive' was what Quentin wanted, then it's exactly what he was going to get.]
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[With a roll of the eyes, he waited until Quentin was close enough then gave him an affectionate nudge to the ribs, though did nothing to hide the mischievous smirk at the sensation of his fellow mutant's arm settling around his mid-section.] Don't act like you suddenly mind being pushed up against me. [Because he's noticed that blush. He isn't going to mention it right now, since he has to focus on teleporting the both of them.
A simple task, really-- one that only takes him less than a minute to perform and the final displacement lands them right at their destination atop the roof. He shifted his position to be standing in front of Quentin, encircling his shoulders and leaning to rest their foreheads together to keep them both steady. Moving other people came with a small price; a bout of his own dizziness, but it never lasted long.]
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Dreams are weird, honestly.
[Quentin snickered.] If you wanted to get me close, you should just say something. [More blushing despite the teasing.
The teleport was, naturally, disorienting, and he didn't keep himself from leaning against Kurt. The catch was, he didn't bother moving away even when the dizzy spell subsided. With a soft snort of laughter, he tilted his head to press his lips to Kurt's, his cheeks and ears still burning hot.]
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If so, I think they go beyond 'weird' at that point.
[Kurt opens his mouth to protest, gapes for a moment then purses his lips and leans just far enough away to allow him to meet Quentin's gaze.] I'll keep it in mind next time we decide to have a secret roof makeout.
[At this rate, Quentin might end up as pink as his hair. Not that he himself would complain; it's a rather endearing look on his fellow mutant, especially when Quentin laughs and leans to kiss him. He could feel the heat spread across his own cheeks now, as if he'd been passed some sort of fever through the contact, but it didn't keep him from reciprocating by tightening his arms and grazing the points of his fangs across the other teen's lower lip.]
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... Anyway. [He looked a little sheepish. He honestly hadn't meant to ramble on trying to explain something that, in all likelihood, Kurt could not have cared less about.]
Already planning for future secret roof makeouts, huh? [He raised an eyebrow slightly, teasing, but also happily amused by this fact.]
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[That's where he leaves it in favor of slackening his arms, smoothing his hands across the slope of Quentin's shoulders then down the spanse of his back. Sure, kissing was great and all, but simple gestures like the one he'd just done would get no complaints on his end.
Meaning yes, their next meetup would be plotted very soon. Until then, he's content to relish the quiet moment they have together, absentmindedly planting another kiss near the corner of Quentin's mouth.] It's a possibility. Let's focus on the here and now though, shall we? [Which he'll add emphasis to by encircling Quentin's waist and tugging him forward, closing the remaining gap between them with an almost possessive sort of embrace.]
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He took a stumbling half step closer when Kurt tugged him in, happily ending up with his hips pressed flush against Kurt's, biting his lip in an attempt to suppress his excited smirk.]
I can settle for here and now. [He grinned around the words in spite of himself and closed the gap Kurt had left between them. It's a teasing kind of kiss like Quentin is trying to encourage Kurt to be even more possessive and assertive. Definitely a game. Chase his lips or find a better way to pin him down.]
jeebus i'm sorry this took so long ;w;
Would you object to me leaving a few more ... marks on you? I— [a pause, like he has to think about what he wants to say before actually putting it into words.] I like how they look on you. [Which makes his face flush as soon as he mentions it.
In an attempt to hide said blush, Nightcrawler dipped forward to deepen the kiss between them, slithering his tail around to encircle both of their waists and further secure their position. He smirked against Quentin's lips then shifted with all the subtleness of a predatory feline, slinking to the side just enough so he could pin the telepath between one of the tall stone towers and his own body. If 'possessive' was what Quentin wanted, then it's exactly what he was going to get.]