Our muses get into a fist fight, and it turns to hot, passionate sex.
Anger was not something Kurt felt, and this was not about anger. After the incident with the demon Kurt knew it was best that Double D learn to protect himself and actually take that step to hit someone.
So standing before Double D in a tank top and work out shorts he opened his arms wide. “Hit me you arsch!” The other seemed so hesitant as if he might actually hurt Kurt. It was a weak effort and Kurt was shifting a fist flying to the others face to which e did block, but that was all. Fingers flexing Kurt shifted aiming a kick for his ribs halting the motion of a smooth round house inches away from him when he did not block and seemed to simply plan on taking the hit.
Dropping his leg he was inches away Kurt shifted close inches away from the other male. It was hard love, a tough choice and Kurt needed this from Double D just as much as he needed it for himself. Fingers curled into the front of his shirt as he pulled him close.
"Either use your training so I know was skill level you are…Or I will walk away and I will not come back Dopplet. I need to know you can do this, I know you can hit someone in the name of self defense so do it." Letting him go with a shove he turned to punch at his chest. It seemed something in the man clicked and as he blocked Kurt felt the hit and even shifted back some as it stung.
"Oh come on hit me like you mean it, I get harder ones from the twelve year olds here." He mocked always one to run his mouth when fighting. By the time they were done both men were sweating and Kurt had a busted lip, thrilled by it in fact. Tongue flicked over the wound tasting blood eyes locked on his opponent that did have decent skill when he used it. But as the normally timid younger male went to apologize Kurt was on him. No he was not trying to hurt him, he was simply pinning him to the wall kissing him with a heated need that only came from a good sparing match with a lover.
Hands moved grabbing thighs to hoist him up off the ground and his tail shifted Double D’s legs so they were curled around Kurt’s waist. Hands on his ass he broke the kiss to break before dove tracing fangs over the skin of his neck uncaring when he tastes sweat. “Unless you say nein I do believe I will ravage you.”
