WANT
He smells of expensive cigarettes, and tastes of Logan's stolen beer, which, he says, is a piss-poor excuse for a real drink but it's not as easy for a minor to get his hands on a good scotch in Bayville.
Blue fingers run through blue-tinted hair; short silken fur meets and mingles with longer, coarser silk, black and shining in the soft candlelight. And as beautiful as it is Kurt doesn't want it; a dusty-brown mop veils his eyes, makes his skin ache in remembrance.
The pale Brit isn't the one Kurt wants, and understands that. Though, when he looks at Kurt that way it's obvious he doesn't understand it at all, so Kurt doesn't look back, just closes his eyes and lets the long, slender, dangerous fingers do their work. Their heat warms him superficially, and with his eyes closed, it's almost easy to pretend they're someone else's.
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