Sebastian keeps himself up late at night thinking about it. Sometimes it’s the pants, the way they seem like a second skin, clinging to shapely hips like Sebastian has only fantasized about; sometimes it’s his gait, legs long and confident, hips swaying so devilishly it’s a wonder that Blaine can keep it in his pants at all—but it’s always him.
Pouty, pink lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock, pure, milky skin that would be covered in marks if he ever got his hands on it—and oh, he can see it now, Kurt kneeling on the floor between his legs, the sound of his zipper loud in the otherwise silent room, and Kurt would smile coyly up at him like the little cocktease he was while bringing a hand up to stroke barely-there fingers across him through his boxer briefs. He’d cup him, then, rubbing the heel of his palm in slow circles until Sebastian was panting in short, harsh breaths because it wasn’t enough—until finally, finally slipping lightly calloused fingers under his waistband and drawing him out, the difference in texture feeling like heaven on his cock as Kurt pumped him one, two times experimentally before flicking his tongue in small, kitten licks against the head. Kurt would make a scorching path with that tongue traveling along the thick vein on his cock, stroking against the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head before locking eyes with him, getting him lost in the seas of color before sinking down, down, down, and Sebastian would be lost for an entirely different reason.
And then he would deepthroat like a fucking professional, and Sebastian would choke out a laugh amongst his strangled moans because he was totally right about his lips. Sebastian comes back to reality, however, at the actual sound of his heavy panting echoing in his bedroom, two fingers in his ass and a firm hand quickly twisting his cock at the thought of what they could do together. In his mind, Kurt’s rolling his balls within his palm and swallowing around him like it’s nothing, like he sucks cock every day, face pink and flushed and lips slick with saliva but so poised otherwise, so controlled—and it’s that thought that finally pushes him over the edge with a twist of his fingers and a particularly hard thrust. He lays there for awhile afterward, stomach and hand slick with come and covered in sweat, and wonders what that delicious mouth would feel like cleaning him up.
His body functions like it’s on autopilot, his back automatically arching when Sebastian grinds their hips together, his lips parting when Sebastian’s tongue seeks entrance. He tries to come up with reasons for his response. Maybe it was the way Sebastian had looked at him back at the fountain. Maybe it was the way his voice had dropped - low and rough.
Or maybe it’s just been far too long since he last had sex, and any dick at this point is good dick. Doesn’t matter. But if he keeps overthinking this, he may not be able to get off tonight at all, so he abruptly stops thinking and just starts moving. Cracking an eye open to get his bearings, he maneuvers Sebastian to walk backward before pushing him down on top of the mattress and straddling his hips. He opens both eyes now, the outline of Sebastian’s face just barely visible in the darkness, his expression betraying the slightest hint of surprise.
“It’s getting cold out there. Will you keep me warm?” Kurt asks, tracing his fingers down the button placket of Sebastian’s polo shirt.
Sebastian chuckles, his hands trailing up to rest on the curve of Kurt’s ass, the motion making Kurt’s pants just a little tighter. “Why do you think I’m here?”
Kurt only smiles, leaning forward to pull the polo over Sebastian’s head. He discards the shirt with a flick of the wrist and hungrily kisses Sebastian again before trailing his mouth over his jaw and peppering open-mouthed kisses down the column of Sebastian’s neck. His fingers splay out and slide down his chest to his sides, to his abs, to anywhere - everywhere he can reach.
But even everywhere isn’t enough.
His hand slips under Sebastian’s jeans, cupping his stiffening cock over his underwear. A deep groan escapes Sebastian’s throat as he thrusts up into Kurt’s hand. He fumbles a bit before tugging Kurt’s sweater and shirt over his head, pulling away for a moment to rake his eyes over his body.
It’s hard to shake old habits, and it takes almost all of Kurt’s willpower to not cross his arms over his chest in self-consciousness. His stomach is toned, but he’ll never have abs, no matter how hard he tries. He’s never been masculine - and Sebastian had never failed to taunt him about that in the past. Naturally it’s kind of a weak spot for him. His free hand curls into the sheets, waiting for Sebastian’s assessment.
And it takes a while, but Kurt isn’t disappointed.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Sebastian says, finally looking back up. His eyes are wide and dark, the pupils blown across green.
“Really?” The question slips out before he can stop it. So he needs a little reassurance once in a while, sue him.
“Yeah,” Sebastian answers, pressing his thumbs into the soft lines of Kurt’s stomach. “Your skin was like, made for marking.”
Kurt grins, his fingers trailing down to gently squeeze at Sebastian’s balls. “Hmm, kinky.”
“Did you forget who you’re talking to?” Sebastian groans again, his shoulders tensing up, and hurriedly he goes for Kurt’s zipper, only too eager to remove the rest of their layers. It takes a little maneuvering from both parties - Sebastian has to pull a little harder than he’d expected at Kurt’s jeans (so tight they’re nearly painted on) and Kurt has to wiggle around on Sebastian’s lap in order to get the pants down to his ankles and then off, finally off - and then Kurt is completely bare, his cock curving up toward his belly. The tension deep in his pelvis coils tighter when he sees the hungry, anticipatory look in Sebastian’s eyes, punctuated by Sebastian squeezing fleshy handfuls of his ass. The sensation makes him lurch forward, grappling at Sebastian’s back and biting down hard on his shoulder. “God!”
who are your friends on this? i saw blibobaggins post so...
well for one, gillian honey boo because #1 literally 10 seconds ago she told me i was worth diamonds and gay sex, and some days i wake up and there’s cute little messages telling me something sweet or she misses me and it just makes me smile and it feels like someone actually cares. she makes me feel loved all the way from european narnia and i just ugh gillian
cj owns my pisaac shipping heart xo she understands me but is a pain in the butt because she constantly changes her url
all of these assholes for srs (some links may not be updated. special shoutout to micky because she made me an adam crawford sock puppet and shoutout to ayshia for being ayshia)