Title: Weakness. Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader. Words: 1004. Rating: T. (mentions of sex, otherwise it is extremely fluffy).
Your chest was rested against his as your eyes studied his face. His body heat was rattling against you, his tail drawing slow patterns up and down your back, and his hands resting around your waist to keep you close to him. It was an exhilarating feeling, being so close to him physically and mentally. Kurt didn’t want you to leave, and if anything, he could have stayed in this position for the rest of his life. It was peaceful, and he was near you. And that’s all he ever needed. His assortment of pillows and blankets surrounded the two of you, for he had a knack of collecting them in his room. He explained that to you rightfully. Kurt never had a thing in the Circus, never owned anything, except for scraps of his pride.
And now, with all this freedom… He was unsure if it was actually his or not, and needed constant reassurance that it was okay to call things his, and he felt happy knowing he could have more than he ever did. The only thing he wanted to call his, was snug in his arms right now.
“You make me weak,” You whispered to him breathlessly, and his eyes fluttered shut feeling your breath expand on his face, down his neck due to the close proximity of your faces. He swallowed, trying to control himself as you pressed a kiss to the right side of his mouth, and then to the left side, “I don’t know why…” Admitting that in a soft tone seemed to be for the best as you finally planted a rather feathery kiss to the middle of his lips.
Kurt fell silent under you, letting your words dig under his skin. Licking his bottom lip once you pulled away from his mouth, he gave you a small smile and nodded in agreement, “Is it this hot feeling inside of your chest?” He asked suddenly, “This feeling that builds every time you look at me? And, it hurts to breathe, especially when you’re not with me?” You seemed bewildered, “This… Sense of nagging to see me, when you’re alone in bed at night? The longing, the deep, deep secrets…?”
“Yeah, how… did you know that’s what it feels like…?” You uttered softly, glancing down at him.
“You’re in love with me,” Kurt stated matter-of-factly, tilting his head back against his pillow. His eyes dilated the moment they caught glances with you, and there was no doubt in his mind now. With his back now semi-arched, he sat up and placed a delicate kiss on your nose before laying back once again. Only this time, you followed him down and layed yourself on top of him gently, even more so than before.“Or, you’re infatuated, or you’re feeling lustful towards me. Only you can decide with of those it is. Maybe, it’s all three…”
“Is that what you feel?” You asked, tucking some of his pure black hair behind his pointed ear. His skin scorched against your touch, as you let your fingers curl beside his ear, tangling them in with some of his hair. It was streaked blue, something others may look at as being strange and flamboyant, but for Kurt; the look suited him perfectly.
“Everyday…” He admitted, his grip on your hips getting a bit tighter, “It’s plagued me. I try not to think of you in such… Sexual ways, but I can’t stop myself… Infatuated. Yeah… In love with…” He paused, “Absolutely and undeniably.”
“Kurt…”
“It’s painful to think of my life without you, like, had we never met… Had I never been tricked by the Munich Circus… I’d still be there, in silent misery, living day after day without cherishing anything… I’d be a heavy sinner, (Name).” The blue mutant swallowed softly, his tail now flicking beside him to lay on the bed. It curled around the end, something he involuntarily did when comfortable, “I am a sinner. These marks on my face aren’t because of my mutation…”
“What are they…?”
“They’re reminders,” Kurt looked at you, lifting one of his hands away from your hip bones so he could brush back some of your hair, twirling a piece of it between his fingers, “I carved them into myself after committing a sin.” Your eyebrows knotted together at his words. He didn’t seem that sinful, you thought to yourself, if anything, he was the complete opposite. “They’re here to tell myself that not everyone can be perfect in the eyes of God… We are all going to sin, we are all going to do things we don’t wish to do, or that are against our faith… Whether out of choice or force…” A deep shudder ran down his spine at the thought. “The best we can hope for is for God to forgive us for the sins we commit. We repent, and go on living…”
“What’s the worst sin you’ve committed…?” You were genuinely curious, your fingers lifting to trace the markings on his face. He sighed gently, kissing your fingertips.
“Convincing myself that there was no such thing as happiness for someone like myself,” Kurt pecked your fingertips once again, “Convincing myself that I wasn’t worthy of any sort of love or affection.”
“Mhm?” You peppered kisses against his cheek slowly, drawing towards his mouth.
“I’m still asking forgiveness from that, even though God has blessed me with an Angel…”
“And who’s that?” You asked, slightly fazed as you nuzzled your face into his neck.
“Oh, you know them really well.” Kurt chuckled quietly, resting his hands on your thighs to press you closer to him. “Really, really, really well.” His voice had a playful undertone.
“Yeah?” You chuckled, raising your head and glancing down at him. Shooting your boyfriend a rather flirtatious grin, you asked again, “Who’s it?”
Kurt smiled bashfully and expanded his fingers against the back of your thigh, his tail snaking its way around your waist once again to keep you secure on top of him,“You.”
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