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Starting with an accidental encounter	By : BluePixeledRedFox Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Much to my depression, I do not own Marvel, X-Men, or the delicious Nightcrawler... Only Lacy and her dysfunctional self. Also, no money is made from this by anyone, since it is not for profit.

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So, at work, I've been getting paid to spend time messing with Photoshop and making Kurt say naughty things and then going, 'Mmm nom nom nom.' Yes, at work, for my job (as long as there is no customer work to be done). As I said, I'm almost done with my other story, so I have more time to write this, so, here's another chapter! So soon! Lol. Anyway, it's a long chapter, and I hope you enjoy it, more plot and naughtiness in here! Extra tags; bondage, roughness (you'll find out how rough in the next chapter), think that's all!

Kurt laid in his bed, looking out the window with a small smile on his face as his hand trailed up and down the trail of fur below his belly button.
It was a little strange, finding out that something he'd thought was unwanted wasn't. It reminded him of himself a little; he'd thought he was unwanted, but Lacy always seemed to want him around, he'd thought that any woman he'd ever be in bed with would have trouble dealing with his appearance, but Lacy couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him when they were together.
His smile widened as he muttered, "Schatzsuche." {treasure trail}
She was so cute, naming the path of fur down his lower stomach, letting him do what he wanted to her, always looking at him so tenderly after he made her come, holding him close, her begging as he made them both feel good.
He felt himself getting pinched by the zipper on his jeans and rolled to the side, trying to relieve the pressure to his stiffness. He pulled a pillow to him and wrapped himself around it, wishing Lacy was there so he could wrap around her instead.
She was so much more soft and pleasant than the pillow.
There was a knock on his door, and he called out, "Go avay!"
"Kurt, it's important," Scott said through the door.
"Vhat is it?" He asked.
"The Professor is calling a meeting in ten minutes. All X-Men are required to attend," Scott told him.
"Ok, I vill be zhere," Kurt told him.

"And so, I think it is obvious that we need to stay close to our home base at all times this next week. We don't know what the senator is planning, but with the amount of seemingly random deaths, all from the same cause and all mutants, we need to be on high alert, and watch each other's backs," Scott finished.
"Yes," Xavier agreed. "It is alarming that there would be so many without them being recognized as a pattern before. I think they made something and were testing it. I'm sorry to say, that I have come to the same conclusion about staying close to home as well."
They all filed out of the office and made their ways down the hall.
"What's wrong, Kurt?" Kitty asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, I know, now you have to stay here all the time, and you can't see your girlfriend." She looked down at the floor and back up at him.
"I von't even be able to tell her," Kurt said angrily.
"Why don't you just call her?" Kitty asked.
"I don't have her number," he said. Kitty looked at him in shock. "I've never needed it," he told her.
"Yeah, I guess that's true." She looked around and back to him. "You know, you could probably go out tonight. Even if you get into trouble, you could get away," she told him.
"But, zhey vill be able to track me if I used my powers," he said.
"But you'll only have to use them if you can't get away any other way," she told him.
Kurt hesitated. It would be dark, he would be invisible... "I don't know, vhat if zhey find out I'm gone?"
"I'll cover for you," Kitty said. "Come on, just go out and tell her, let her know what's going on, and come back without getting caught."
Kurt paused and looked at her. She was like the older sister who always got him into and out of trouble, but with his best interests at heart. "Vell..."
"I don't want to hear any wells, just, 'Ja, Kitty, I vill do vhat you say, oh vise and great Kitty, quveen of logic-'"
"Kitty," Kurt stopped her train of self compliments in her version of his accent. "Ok, I vill... Zhank you, Kitty," he said, hugging her.
"Good," she said, hugging him back.

Kurt was back in his room, trying to read a book, but his thoughts kept straying to Lacy and holding her against him, wanting to see her looking up at him tenderly as he kissed her, wanting to hear her beg for more as he held her close...
Kurt groaned and closed the book, giving up on reading and watched the sun slowly go down.
Finally, he was able to sneak out of the mansion and hurry across town.
"Ok, thanks," Lacy said and hung up the phone, setting it back in the cradle. She sat in her chair and pulled the book she'd been reading from the arm, starting where she'd left off.
Nothing too interesting was happening; the male character, Darin, was telling the female character, Serah, that she was making a mistake by insisting on staying with him, saying that she should stay away, get off the ship at the next chance, but she insisted that she was staying with him. Blah blah blah. She suffered through the boring part, but when it finally started to heat up, her lips turned up in a smile, recognizing that there was a sex scene coming. When she got to it, she bit her lip.
Serah had insisted that she didn't care what he said, she still had feelings for him. He told her that she didn't know what she was getting herself into, and when she pushed him further, he threatened to show her what he wanted to do.
There was a tapping at the window and she put the book down, going to the window and opening it for Kurt.
She hugged him when he was inside, kissing him as well before turning to close the window.
"Hallo, Lacy," he said, his tail wrapping around her hips.
"Mmm, hi, Kurt," she said, leaning against him. "Oh." She looked down at her watch. "I ordered pizza," she told him. "It should be here in about five to ten minutes."
"Ok," Kurt said, his hand moving to her hip and pulling her closer to kiss her.
"Sorry, Kurt," she said, kissing him and pushing him back. "You can't get in without a key, and delivery guys pretty much refuse to walk up the stairs this far. So, I have to meet them at the door downstairs. I'll be back in a few minutes, though," she told him.
"Alright," Kurt said, letting her go. He sat in the chair to wait and looked at the book on the arm. He picked it up and looked at the page she was on, starting to read where the page started.
Darin took the rope from the bed. "I warned you," he told her.
"I'm not afraid. I think you're bluffing," she told him as he bound her wrists behind her to one of the bars on the wall.
"We'll see about that," he told her. He pressed against her, making the bar dig into her back. "We'll just see what you think after you see what it is I'm really like." Serah's breath caught in her throat.
Darin was in the crook of her neck, and he bit her, his hand squeezing her breast roughly. He pulled her shirt up and pulled a knife from his belt. He held it up to her and she shivered as the metal touched her stomach. "Don't worry, I'm not so interested in blood," he told her, sliding the blade under her bra and cutting it from her.
The fabric hung open and he roughly took hold of her. He moved his mouth down her and licked her nipple, his tongue moving around it, making her arch against him and her hands twist against the bonds holding her to the bar.
The pleasure was suddenly interrupted by pain as he bit her. "Ah!" She cried out and he stood straight.
He looked at her smugly. "I told you you wouldn't like what you found."
"No, I- I don't believe you're enjoying this," Serah told him.
"Oh, you don't?" He asked. He pressed his rock hard erection against her, rubbing and grinding it into her hip. "Then why am I so excited?" He asked.
Serah's eyes widened. "Y- you- really?"
"Oh, yes," he told her. "And I'm going to enjoy so much more," he said, flashing a dangerous smile.
Kurt stopped reading and just scanned through the pages, seeing how rough the man was being to her, and that the woman found that she enjoyed being tied up.
The door opened and Kurt put the book back on the arm of the chair. "Ok, the pizza is finally here," Lacy said as she closed the door behind her. Kurt stood and followed her to the kitchen, getting the plates out of the cupboard.
"Mmm," he hummed in appreciation as he smelled the slice he picked up before taking a bite. Lacy laughed and put a couple of slices on a plate.
"What are we watching tonight?" She asked, going to the camping chair and sitting down. Kurt just shrugged, since his mouth was full, and Lacy suddenly stood up. "Oh, I was watching Red Dwarf earlier," she said, picking up the remote. "British humor, but funny," she told him, making the disc play.
They watched the show, and Kurt smiled as she hummed along with the music, eating pizza all the while. He got seconds and sat back down, watching Lacy as she enjoyed everything around her; the pizza, the show, her foot even snuck over and slid against his. She looked so happy.
Kurt felt his elbow hit something and looked down, seeing the book still there, and glanced back at Lacy. It seemed when he took a peek through her romance novels, that all of the sexy parts had to do with being tied up. He started wondering if that meant that Lacy wanted to be tied up.
Of course, she would probably never ask him to tie her up, he knew, but if she was interested...
He wasn't too nervous, or turned off, in fact, it made his blood run just a little hotter, thinking of Lacy tied up, laying there, ready for him and whatever he was going to do, unable to stop him from giving her as much pleasure as he wanted to.
He glanced over at her again, seeing that she was finishing her pizza. He took her plate with his and put them in the sink in the kitchen.
On the way back, he stopped and pulled her out of the chair. She looked at him in question, but followed him to the bed and sat on the edge with him. He kissed her neck and smiled. "Lacy, I have a quvestion for you," he said.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Vell, all of zhese books you have, zhe romance vones," he started, gesturing at the pile of books next to the ottoman.
"Yeah?" Lacy asked, blushing a little.
"Vell, zhe parts vhere zhey, have sex... Involve a same influence..." She looked at him in question again. "Being tied up," he told her. Lacy's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say, something to defend her weirdness. "Lacy," Kurt ran his hand along her cheek, brushing her hair out of the way. "Do you vant to be tied up? Is zhat vhy you're reading zhat type of book?"
Lacy looked at the ground, feeling her face catching on fire. "Ummm..."
Kurt took her chin in his hand and brought her face back to his. "It's ok if you do," he told her. "But, you know zhat I can't do somezhing if I don't know vhat you vant."
"I- I- it's weird, right- I mean- Not extremely weird, but-"
"Lacy, having somezhing you vant somevone to do to you is not veird, not at all. It- makes you normal," he told her, repeating words he'd been told long ago, when he'd confessed that he was starting to think about sex and women touching him.
"Yeah..."
"So? Do you?" He asked.
"I- I don't know..."
"Lacy," he started, but she interrupted him.
"No- it's not that I'm being shy, I just- you know how you read about something, like anchovies, and you think, mmm, that sounds good, so you eat one and find out it's slimy and salty and gross? What if being tied up sounds good, but it turns out horrible?" She explained. "That's all."
Kurt smiled and kissed her, then kissed her collar bone. "Vell," he said, his breath blowing across her neck and making her shiver. "I vill tie you up, and ve can see if you like it. Do you trust me?" He asked.
Lacy felt a flush starting to cover her face. Kurt was asking if she wanted to be tied up. Did she? Yes, she decided, she did. Did she trust Kurt enough to not hurt her? She bit her lip, making sure she thought it through thoroughly.
"Yes," she told him.
"Gut," he told her as a smile spread across his face. "Lassen Sie mich Ihnen etwas binden mit zu finden, dann," he said, standing from the bed. {Let me find something to tie you up with, then}
Lacy blushed a little harder. "Um... I have a silk cord... In the top of my closet, in that box..."
Kurt pulled it out and shook off the dust, looking up at her with a raised brow. "Also, haben Sie darüber nachgedacht für eine Weile, dann," he said, running the long silk cord through his hands. {So, you've been thinking about this for awhile, then}
Lacy blushed, looking to the ground. Kurt smiled, though, and took her hand in his, pulling her up from the bed. "Zunächst lassen Sie uns diese von dir," he said, pulling her shirt off of her and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "Sich hinlegen, in der Nähe der Kopfteil," he told her, climbing on as well and pulling the cord around her headboard so the two ends would be able to tie around her hands. {first, let's get these off of you, lay down, by the headboard}
Lacy looked up at Kurt as she gave him one hand. He wrapped the silk around her wrist and tied it. "Tun ok?" he asked and she nodded. He took her other wrist as it was offered to him and tied it as well. "Noch tun ok?" She nodded as she moved her wrists around a little. "Gut. Nun wollen wir anfangen zu spielen," he told her. {doing ok, still doing ok, good, now let's start playing}
He climbed off of the bed and stood where she could see him, taking off his shirt and dropping it to the ground. She looked down at him, and he knew she wanted to reach out and touch him, but was stopped by the silk. He ran his fingers down his chest watching her bite her lip as he got to the edge of his pants. He undid them and let them hang open, but didn't take them off, climbing back on to the bed and laying against her.
"Mmm, Ein köstliches Angebot?" He asked, moving one finger to flick her nipple. "Ah, wir sollten ein sicheres Wort haben, nicht wahr?" Lacy nodded. "Was ist ein guter?" {A delicious offering, we should have a safe word, right, what's a good one}
"Um," Lacy looked around, seeing her sewing machine hiding in a corner. "Needle," she suggested.
"Nadel, ja, das wird funktionieren. Nun zurück zu meinem leckeren Angeboten," Kurt told her as his hands smoothed over her breasts. "So weich und geschmeidig," he said, running his hands all around them. "Und lecker," he said as his tongue joined in. {Needle, yes, that will work. Now back to my delicious offerings, so soft and smooth, and delicious}
He looked up at Lacy's face, noticing that her cheeks were flushing red with excitement and her eyes had closed while she arched to him, letting out soft moans, pulling softly at her bonds. He smiled and let his tongue rove over her breasts, pausing at each nipple as he made his way across her chest. "Heißt das ein gutes Gefühl?" He asked teasingly. {does that feel good}
"Yes," Lacy told him, her chest arching to him more.
"Gut," he told her, stopping and pulling back, making her eyes fly open. He ran his fingers down her stomach to her hips, which tilted up to him by themselves, and undid her shorts, slowly pulling them down and tossing them on the floor with his tail.
He smiled and pressed against her again, letting the open part of his jeans press against her hip while his tail wrapped around her other thigh and moved along her skin. He took one breast into his mouth and teased the other with his hand, making Lacy moan loudly and press up against him. "Heißt das ein gutes Gefühl?" He asked, letting his hot breath brush against her breast, his tongue flicking out to her nipple.
"Yes," she moaned.
He smiled wickedly and pulled away again, making her look down at him with want. He kissed down her stomach, letting his fingers trail down her sides, until he got to the top edge of her panties. He ran his tongue up to her belly button, then along the edge of her panties before tugging them down slightly and licking her there as well. He heard her breathing quicken and nipped her hip, making her jump and gasp. He pulled her panties down her legs, finally flinging them behind them, and kissed her thighs.
Kurt looked up again to see Lacy biting her lip, trying to keep ahold of herself. He smiled at her and spread her knees, raising himself to be in the right spot to open her and start licking. "Heißt das ein gutes Gefühl?" Lacy started to say something, but stopped, remembering that he'd stopped after she'd answered both times before. "Sagen Sie mir," he told her, but she didn't answer. "Sagen Sie mir, Lacy, oder ich werde aufhören," he threatened. {does that feel good, tell me, tell me, Lacy, or I'll stop}
"Y- yes, it feels good," she told him. "Gut," he told her, making a moan escape her mouth as his tongue traced a path from her opening to the bundle of nerves above. He suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and gently sucked on it.
"Oh!" She cried out. "Kurt, oh my-" He smiled and licked her clit while it was still in his mouth, making her gasp and cry out again. He tormented her until he could tell she was almost ready to burst, then stood and watched her watch him drop his pants. She looked so sexy the way she was looking at him, almost at orgasm, tied and subject to his every whim.
He laid next to her and pulled her on top of him, making it so his cock was laying between her folds, but not in her. "Bewegen," he told her, and she looked down at him in confusion. "Bewegen," he said again, this time taking her hips and rocking them back and forth. {move}
Lacy gasped as the head of Kurt's cock rubbed against her clit and followed his orders, rocking her hips so he rubbed against her. "Gut," he told her. "Ja, so," he said, his eyes closing and his head laying back more. "Ah, gut," he groaned. {good, yes, like that}
Seeing Kurt so turned on under her made Lacy's cheeks heat more as she bit her lip, pressing a little harder against him, and the resulting moan made her feel her insides twitch. Kurt looked up at Lacy's face from between her arms as she rocked back and forth and could tell from her panting that she was getting close again. He took her hips in his hands again and moved them, pressing up into her and making her moan loudly.
"Weitermachen," he told her. "Machen mir kommen." {keep going, make me come}
"Ok, I- I'll try," she said a little nervously, rocking her hips again.
"Kein versuchen. Machen Sie mir, oder ich werde dich bestrafen," he told her. {No trying, make me come, or I will punish you}
Lacy gasped as heat filled her belly. "Y-yes," she told him, almost calling him master. She rocked her hips, trying to pull him in and out, but it wasn't quite working. She changed direction to side to side, but the same thing happened. She tried bouncing up and down, but everything she did only prolonged the near orgasm torture, and didn't seem to be making Kurt get any closer. "I can't, I need help," she told him after what felt like forever trying.
"Nein, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her. {No, you have to do it yourself}
Lacy bit her lip, trying to move up farther and down harder, mixing the other motions in with what she was doing, but it still only felt nice and didn't bring either one of them closer to orgasm. After trying for another long time Lacy asked, "Please help me..."
"Nein, Lacy, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her again, staring up at her as his tail slid against her skin, lazily wrapped around her stomach. {No, Lacy, you have to do it yourself}
She tried harder, moving faster, but her movements were too awkward to be effective. "Please, Kurt," she asked, sounding like she was begging as she closed her eyes. "I don't have any practice, I need help..." Kurt was enjoying watching her move and trying to make them come. "Just a little," she begged.
"Nein," he said. "Lass mich nicht bestrafen," he told her, making her groan. {No, don't make me punish you}
He watched her move for another moment, looking desperate to make them come, biting her lip and gripping her bonds, pulling at them with her movements. Kurt put his hands on her hips, stopping her and pulling her from him, pushing her so she was on her knees next to him. "Oh Lacy," he said, sitting up and moving behind her. "Sie waren frech, jetzt muss ich dich bestrafen." {You've been naughty, now I must punish you}
She looked down behind her to look at him as she spoke. "I tried," she said.
"Shh," he told her, smoothing his hand down her butt. "Ich weiß," he said, squeezing her butt cheek. "Aber das hast du nicht, so müssen Sie noch bestraft werden." {I know. But you did not, so you still must be punished}
He smoothed his hand over her butt again before lightly slapping it. He looked up to her, but she didn't say anything, so he did it again, a little harder this time. Her body bounced forward, and she moaned softly. He raised an eyebrow and let his hand fly, this time winding it back first. "Ah," Lacy cried out as her body bounced forward.
"Heißt das ein gutes Gefühl?" He asked. {does that feel good}
"Y-yeah," she told him, blushing.
He reached back and slapped her on the ass again, making her moan. Kurt took her hips and positioned himself so that when he gripped her and thrust, he plowed into her, hitting her hips and knocking her forward. Lacy cried out and laid her head on her forearms as she pushed her hands against the headboard to steady herself so she didn't go head first into it.
Kurt reached back and slapped her again, and felt her tighten around him as she moaned. He looked down at her in wonder. It wasn't an orgasm, she only tightened once, but the tightening felt almost like one. He reached back and slapped her again, making her cry out with desire, tightening around him again. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned as he slammed into her and slapped her ass at the same time. "Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He asked. {do you like your punishment}
"Yes," she moaned out to him.
He slapped her again, enjoying as she tightened around him and moaned. "Ja," he groaned. "Ah, Lacy," he growled, leaning down and biting a spot on her back, making her moan and stiffen as she pressed against him.
His tail wrapped around her waist and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back to meet his strong thrusts. She was crying out, he could hear her, though she was muffled by the pillows at the headboard.
Kurt's toes griped into the bed, his tail and fingers tightening as he thrust into her. One hand let go to fly forward and slap the now red spot on her ass, making him half growl half groan again as she tightened. His hands moved up to her waist, holding tightly as he thrust.
He felt her start pulsing around him and couldn't stand the muffled cries any more, so he pulled back, taking hold of her and turning her over before thrusting back into her. He licked up her stomach, nipping at her ribs until she stopped crying out, and started thrusting into her again, biting her ribs and gripping her tightly.
Lacy pulled at her bonds, wanting to grab onto Kurt and dig her nails in, helping him thrust harder. Her head was flung backwards, crying out and almost screaming because of his actions. "Oh, Kurt- oh God Kurt!" She cried out as she tightened around him again.
Kurt growled softly, looking up to watch Lacy's face contort in pleasure. He ran his tongue up her ribs and leaned down over her breasts, starting his torture on them again. Lacy's head moved to the side, moaning as Kurt's tongue ran around her nipple before he nipped her breast. "Ah," Lacy cried, looking down at him, her enjoyment obvious in her half lidded eyes, passion reddened cheeks, and gasping mouth.
"Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He demanded in a lower grumble. {Do you like your punishment}
"Yes," she moaned again, her chest heaving. He pulled out of her and replaced himself with his hand, thrusting into her and rubbing over her clit. "Oh, Kurt," she moaned, her head turning from side to side as she tried to contain her pleasure.
Kurt kissed her throat, lightly running his tongue along her pulse and sucking, making her moan more. He continued stroking her, starting to nip her neck as she got closer and closer. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned against her neck, nipping her again. He felt her on the edge, her hips moving restlessly against his hand as her hands restlessly moved against the cord tieing her to the headboard. "Kommen Lacy, wieder zu kommen," he groaned into her neck. {come Lacy, come again}
He felt her tighten after a few more thrusts of his fingers, and she cried out his name, making him bite her collar bone. "Lacy," he looked up at her with dark, passion filled eyes. "Haben Sie sich jemals probiert?" He asked. She slowly shook her head. "Nein?" She shook her head again. {have you ever tasted yourself, no}
He pulled his finger from her and moved it to his lips, running his tongue along it. "Sie schmecken köstlich," he told her, sucking all of her juices from his finger before sliding his hand along her body, between her legs, and slipping his finger back into her. Lacy stared at him, her mouth slightly open as she panted, turned on from watching him continue. He gave a few slow thrusts before he pulled his finger from her again and moved it to his lips, licking up it and sucking again, taking his time to make sure he cleaned all of her wetness from it. "Wie Honig," he told her, making her gasp out, wanting to reach out to him, but unable to because of the cord. {you taste delicious, like honey}
His hand drifted down her again, again sliding his finger into her and stroking her insides for a moment before he pulled it out and moved it close to her lips. "Lecken," he told her. {lick it}
Lacy looked at his finger for a second before her tongue slowly came out and slid up his finger, making his eyes darken further. She could feel his still hard member pressing against her hip, reminding her that he hadn't come yet. "Kurt," she started, but he put his finger to her lips.
"Lecken," he told her again. She bit her lip, looking into his eyes for a moment, then licked his finger again, taking it into her mouth as he had, sucking her musky flavor from him, swirling her tongue around his finger before she pulled back. Kurt groaned, looking down at her for a moment before putting his hand on her jaw and pulling her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately.
Somehow, Lacy was moved, the silken restraints sliding around her wrists so they were now behind her as she was sat back against the headboard. Kurt moved so he was kneeling in front of her and pulled her into his lap, sliding into her.
He thrust into her, holding onto her thighs at first to keep her there, but his hands moved to hold onto hers, making the cord dig into her a little tighter as he thrust. Kurt's hands moved back to Lacy's hips, holding her steady as he thrust up, his toes again digging in for purchase.
Lacy felt herself being pushed back against the headboard, her hands trapped behind her hips, and she could feel Kurt getting a little rough again, but she met every desperate kiss, her body took every rough thrust as she started to feel herself sliding up the headboard. She assumed that Kurt must be slowly standing up, but was caught when the silk cord didn't allow her to move any farther. She could feel the tension as he thrust into her, pushing her up, but the cord didn't want to let go, and it started to feel like her wrists were being separated.
Finally, he groaned into the breasts he was nipping the edge of and she felt her hands slip free of the cord. They immediately went to him, burying in his hair and going to the base of his tail to tug. At that action, he groaned and bit her rib, his hands and tail tightening on her as he thrust harder into her and she cried out.
He growled something she couldn't understand as he moved back to her mouth and took it roughly, almost so forcefully that she couldn't breath. She wrapped one thigh around him tighter, her other leg now the only thing touching the bed, somewhere with a hard surface, the headboard?
The half formed thoughts and pondering left her mind as she felt herself tighten around Kurt, moaning into his mouth which drank in her every pleasured noise.
Kurt's fingers dug into Lacy's butt, into the tender spot he'd been slapping earlier, and she let out a small, pained gasp, but that just made him slap her in the spot again and pull back from her mouth to- stare wasn't the word, it was almost a glare he fixed on her closed eyes, he was so filled with passion and lust. He thrust into her and slapped her in the tender spot again, watching as she bit her lip and her head turned away.
Suddenly the heaviest of the fog seemed to lift and he looked around, realizing that they were against the wall, not just against, but that his toes were digging into the wall to thrust harder. He'd literally fucked her up the wall so he wasn't even touching the bed any more, and the only thing of hers touching it was the toes on her right foot.
Kurt looked back to Lacy's face where it had turned to. What was he doing to her? He was being so rough, rougher than he'd ever dreamed he was capable of, and she wasn't a mutant or a super being, just a delicate, tender human. He didn't know how her body was standing all the abuse he was giving it. He looked down in shame, both that he'd been so rough, and that his body wanted to continue it, feeling his cock tighten and twitch inside her at the thought.
He looked up as Lacy moved his face back to hers. "Kurt," she whispered, and he could tell her throat was raw. "Kiss me," she asked, guiding his jaw back to hers, but he paused. "Kurt, I know you haven't come yet," she told him, running her lips along his lips and up his jaw. "Please, I want you to cum in me," she whispered against his jaw, her hands sliding over him and distracting him from his thoughts.
Kurt's last defense was tumbled and he was lost. He took her hips in his hands again and started thrusting into her. She gasped, and he could hear her almost voiceless moans, cutting in and out depending on pitch due to her sore throat. He kissed down her neck, nipping along her shoulder until he finally felt the end nearing.
All of Lacy's breathy gasps and moans pushed him closer, and when she came around him, her nails digging into his shoulders for support, her cry of his name echoing back to him, he pushed harder, coming, filling her and feeling her collapse onto him, burying her nose in the crease of his neck.
Kurt slowly lowered them from the wall, kneeling and laying Lacy back onto the bed where she laid limply, completely spent. He looked down at her, turning her head to kiss her gently, put passionately. "Lacy," he whispered, still laying over her.
"Huh?" She asked.
"Just seeing if you vere still avake," he told her, smiling.
"Yeah," she told him. "I just can't move. I'll have to call in to work all next week," she joked breathily.
The memory of what had made Kurt sneak out of the mansion and make his way here in the first place struck him, and he pulled back from her, laying and rolling her so she could cuddle against him as she liked. "Lacy, I- I have somezhing to tell you," he started nervously.
"It better not be that you're really married, or have another girlfriend... I can't move now, but I'll talk to death the best I can," she told him.
"Nein," he smiled for a moment before it left. "I- Zhere is some trouble, a lot of mutants are dying, being attacked, and, zhey have decided zhat ve must all stay at home zhis next veek, in case whoever is killing mutants is close to tracking us..."
Lacy managed to open her eyes and look up at him. "You have to stay home this next week?"
"Ja," he told her.
She cuddled into him tighter. "But I'll miss you..."
"I'll miss you, too, li- Lacy," he told her. She just pouted against his side with her eyes still closed. "Oh," he said. "Zhere- zhere is vone ozher zhing..."
"What's that?" She asked.
"Vell, vone of zhe people I live vizh... She has been bozhering me for a vhile... She vants me to bring you over so she can meet you..."
Lacy let out a rusty chuckle.
"Vhat?"
"I was just thinking that it's strange; you're the one in hiding, but you can tell anyone you want about us, but I, I'm free to date as I please, but I don't even have anyone to tell."
Kurt pulled back and looked down at her. "'Free to date as you please?'" He asked stiffly.
"I mean that I don't have to pretend I don't have a boyfriend or anything," she told him. "I'm only with you. I couldn't handle anyone else, nor would I want to," she said, pulling closer to him.
"Are you sure? Vhat about zhat man at vork, Peter? You don't vant to be vizh him?"
"Eww, are you kidding? Gross... Besides, if I wanted to go out with him, I've had a year and a half since he's started to have the chance."
"Vhat about zhat Doug guy?" He asked.
"Doug? He's a nice guy, but not my type," she told him.
"Ja?" She nodded. He pulled her lips against his, only pulling away when they both needed air. "Lacy, do you zhink you vould vant to come to my home?"
He felt her bite her lip. "Are- are you sure they'd want me there?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Vhy not?"
"Well, you know, knowing where your safe spot is..."
He ran his hand down her cheek. "It vill be ok," he told her, smiling.
"H- how many people are there?" She asked.
"About zhirty," he told her.
"Oh, that's not too bad, I thought there were more, the way you talk," she said, and he could hear the relief in her voice.
"You are afraid of crowds?" He asked.
"No- just... Awkward around large groups of people..."
"Don't vorry, Lacy, I vill be zhere vizh you, and I von't leave your side if you don't vant me to," he told her.
"Ok," she said as she yawned.
"You vill come?" He asked.
"Mm-hm," she told him. "But not tonight... Sleep tonight," she told him. "My next weekend. Around two some time."
"Ok," he told her, holding her close. "Lacy," he finally sighed. "I should probably leave, I had to sneak out to come visit you as it vas..."
"No," she almost whined. "I don't get to see you for a whole week, at least stay until the sun starts coming up, like you normally do..." She pleaded, opening her eyes to look up at him.
Kurt looked down at her face, stroking her cheek. "Vell, ok," he told her. "Zhey probably von't even be looking for me until tomorrow, anyvay..." He held her closer, kissing her lightly every so often as he fell asleep.
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