Scenting with more animalistic, creature-like Kurt Wagner...
Kurt just grabbing you with his freakishly long arms and pressing against himself to rub your face into his neck, all while his curved talons lie point-sharp on your temple. His rumbling purrs rattle your bones, and his soft fur catches on your skin, tickling your nose and cheeks. It's too much too suddenly — you can hardly breathe. But all you do? You simply grab onto his shoulders for some sense of leverage as he basically forces his scent onto you as if you were his favourite toy.
Kurt lingering close after a workout, sweat clinging to his chest hair in trembling droplets as he talks and talks your ear off about something you cannot focus on. Your head is starting to get dizzy from the sheer heaviness of his built-up musk, and he catches the moment your eyes glaze over. He doesn't let you slip away, though, holding you firmly in place with his tail around your wrist — well aware you're getting all nice and wet for him already.
Kurt not allowing you to hit the showers before bed after a day filled with intense fighting, because how can he let it all go to waste like that? You still struggle a little when he grips your waist, still try to shove him away when he nuzzles his face into your armpit, but it's reflexive more than anything. Just the remnants of shame flickering like disturbed embers before dying out again. His breath is hot against your skin, but his tongue is even hotter, and whether you've shaved or not, his fervour doesn't falter. He'll get as much of you on his fur as he can.
Kurt secretly humping your bedsheets. Your blankets and towels. Your clean underwear. And before you think him a pervert — he's not doing it for release or some sick pleasure; he's not doing it for himself at all, really, but for you. He'd never intentionally soil your things without your knowledge, but soaking them in the concentrated smell of his desire? That, my lovely, is a very different story. He wants you to smell like him; wants you to wear brine and brimstone like perfume between your thighs; wants this essence of his to intermingle with yours and overpower it, all while you have no idea, for you're already so used to smelling him every single day.
More animalistic, creature-like Kurt exchanging scents with you because you're his mate and he loves you so much you awaken the most basic of his instincts without even trying ♡
