Being as religious as he was, the mutant had had to find a stance on sex eventually. Kurt had three former lovers and only one of them, the one he'd met here, outside a relationship (although that one seemed to count only just barely; though it was a different Logan, it had been so close to home he had acted on trust built during a long friendship). But then, Creed was no stranger from the streets either and Kurt had never judged on length of acquaintance. While he considered the possibility that he might regret the whole of this, he didn't think sleeping with Creed would add or detract from that. He'd thought about it for a while and now it was hard not to, when Creed reached between his legs so shamelessly.
"At the risk of making this sound very cheap, you were the one who praised my hands. Maybe you should try for a happy ending, is what they call it, ja?"
One hand was still nassaging him, but the other ran down over the curve of Creed's cheek and came to rest on his thigh. Kurt had never thought of himself as seductive; a lifetime of being considered worth running away from after barely a glance would do that. However, he also wasn't blind and Creed hardly seemed relucant.