[ Kurt doesn't miss the slight waiver in tone, the implication of the emotional undertow to Deadpool's--in any world, apparently--irreverence and madness. He's jogged back into his proper place for a moment, rattled from Duplicity's compelling of their actions and his irritation for having fallen under it. He lifts himself, removing the weight of his forearms from Wade's thighs. One less point of likely-pained pressure, at least. He nearly turns, to ask another question or to better shift the mood into something kinder, but... Wade's tongue is back, and Kurt sits back on his heels with a little, quivering noise.
His tail unwinds completely as he shifts, taking the place of his hand on Wade's cock when Kurt takes himself in hand. The spaded tip has enough room to wander, cupping Wade's testicles and squeezing gently. He's more willingly indulgent now, or is perhaps making the delicious mistake of letting his guard down. Perhaps he's forgotten the contest aspect of this encounter altogether. ]
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His tail unwinds completely as he shifts, taking the place of his hand on Wade's cock when Kurt takes himself in hand. The spaded tip has enough room to wander, cupping Wade's testicles and squeezing gently. He's more willingly indulgent now, or is perhaps making the delicious mistake of letting his guard down. Perhaps he's forgotten the contest aspect of this encounter altogether. ]