His blond hair has grown long, a little past his shoulders but it still curls wonderfully. Has lost nothing of the edge that has been branded into him like an ugly mark onto his soul, tainting the beauty he could have been, but instead Warren has chosen to embrace who he's grown to become. A mockery of what he was supposed to become, but it suits him. The eternal rebel. Golden ring in his ear to match the two through his nipples and the bands around his fingers. He looks glorious. A shining one. Has most easily earned the nickname 'angel' by courtesy of the way he looks and by the time people realize all that comes out of his mouth is profanity at its finest, it's too late. The name already sticks. He and Kurt are... odd. Opposites. Two extremes of a scale they have invented. Oh, how often they bicker, their natures like fire and water -- but as much as they are a mismatch, they often find one another to enjoy each other's company.
And the dream is one of those moments. Kurt's near-beastly form is leaned back in relaxation against a tree, eyes closed and his jaw slack, and between his downy thighs is that blond mop of hair, Kurt's clawed fingers tangled into it. It is languid, no rush or even shame about the eyes that watch the interaction. It's nothing new and it's barely private. Warren's sky blue eyes hide under thick, blond lashes until he looks up, meeting Kurt's yellow gaze, and a soft choking sounds breaks the peaceful quiet as the hand on the back of Warren's head nestles him closer, the texture of him in Warren's mouth unique and most definitely more comfortable for Kurt than for his angelic friend, but neither lets up. The tension eases and Warren moves off of Kurt for a moment, his own saliva streaking his cheek when he dips his head lower to indulge the rest of his demonic friend as well, tongue serving warm, wet pleasure. 'Open your mouth,' Kurt says, voice low and rumbling, and the corner of his mouth quirking up when the angel follows instruction like he is not the rule-breaker he likes to present himself as. He can be so good when he wants to be. His thick fingers settle around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the soft, swollen barbs that rub against his palm. His hand stills eventually, pointer finger under Warren's chin to keep him in place -- and the gush of white passing between them is sweet release, immediately burning the inside of the angel's mouth as it will do all the way down when he swallows it, but Warren doesn't resist any of it. When Kurt is done, the finger tips Warren's mouth closed and caresses his throat to feel the adam's apple bobbing, working the seed down where it will fester in Warren's stomach, sicken him for a few days until his system fights it off -- it's a transaction, they have made it into something resembling absolution in this new place they inhabit. Warren will suffer, be it closer to discomfort than true punishment, but it works for what they share. Then the blond shudders the four immaculately white wings on his back and gets up, a nod to finalize what just happened here, and then he disappears into the blue sky overhead.
When Kurtâs eyes open he isnât sure for how long theyâre open before he managed to realize the blue sky isnât a dream anymore, but in fact real. Still he didnât want to move just yet. The lingering memory of the dream was too good to let go of. A lazy smile stretched his lips as his tail patted down himself here and there, and soon enough found the traces of just how good the dream had been.
Wet sticky patches were left in his fur. Those on his fur still easy to see, the lightly tinged blue liquid slowly soaked into the fur, drying over him. Similar wet tracks were slithered through the fur, more so on his thighs than his abdomen, as well as between his thighs of course. His now softening cock were retracting back inside itâs sheath, while the prehensile one laid stretched out over his thigh. He was a sight to behold for sure. One you wouldnât easily forget.
Much like the dream. Maybe he should seek out Warren. See if the angel darling were particularly busy today. Yes that seemed like an excellent idea.
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