Prudence (3/?)
Title: Prudence
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt Hummel, David Karofsky, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans, Rachel Berry, mentions of Quinn and puck
Pairings: Kurtofsky
Story Summary: AU. Set in NYC in the 1960's. A new fic. Kurt, Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Finn, and Sam live together in an apartment in NYC, when one night a stranger stumbled in...through their bathroom window. Inspired by the scene from Across The Universe
Warnings: Language, drug use, sex, minor character death and violence (later on)
Author’s Note : The fic over all is NC-17, but this part is actually like Nc-17 for smutty smut smut. The whole chapter is just smut basically okay.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me. If it did Blaine would be on Mars and Kurt and Dave would live happily ever after
Status: WIP
“What is so great about this Noah? I can get pot from anyone who passes by our building.” Santana said, tossing her long dark hair out of her face.
“Are you kidding? My cousin brought this stuff in all the way from California. The only thing better then dope from New York is dope from the West Coast.”
“I don’t see the difference.” Santana murmured, taking a hit from her joint before passing it to Brittany.
The apartment was filled with people who had been at the show only an hour ago. Smoke clouded the kitchen and main room. People dangled from couches and chairs and off one another.
In the hallway, where most people couldn’t see them, were Rachel and Quinn.
“So you’re just going to pretend like you can’t see me? That I don’t exist?”
“Rachel, please. Not here. Not now.” Quinn said, looking around nervously, even though they were by the window ledge and no one was paying attention to them.
Rachel blinked hard, a few tears escaping from her eyes, “I don’t care about what you do with Noah or the fact that you’re some stay at home fifties wife now. It was real between us, and I won’t forget that - “
“Well you should forget it, okay?” Quinn snapped, “You’re so frustrating, why can’t you just let it go? It was years ago. I was a different person back then.” Quinn’s expression turned cold. “This is my life now and you have to accept that.”
Rachel’s face turned to stone. She nodded stiffly, wiping away the last of her tears, and turned on her heel. Only Quinn saw her leave the apartment.
Kurt watched the exchange between Quinn and Rachel from the safety of the dark hallway he was currently brooding in.
No, not brooding, he was just waiting to use the bathroom, was all. He wasn’t hiding away from everyone because he felt...unwanted or something stupid like that.
It was clear he wasn’t going to get any fun time with Puck, not with the ball and chain hanging around. And Dave had yet to even blink in his direction, although Kurt couldn’t forget how he caught Dave staring at him as he was talking to Blaine. Kurt considered that. Maybe Dave wasn’t as oblivious to Kurt as he let on...
The door to the bathroom finally opened up, and none other then Dave Karofsky stepped out. Kurt’s lips curled.
“Well hello, stranger.” Kurt said, taking a puff from his joint.
Dave did his trademark nod and went to go wherever it was he was heading, but Kurt stepped in front of him.
“Wait,” Kurt said, a little too eagerly, he thought with chagrin.
Dave’s eyes flickered over Kurt’s head for a moment, but he let Kurt stop him.
“Want a hit?” Kurt asked, holding the joint up to Dave.
Dave looked at Kurt for a moment, before silently taking the joint from Kurt’s fingers.
Kurt watched as Dave sucked in a long, drawn on drag and slowly let the smoke out into the air, his head tilting back. When Dave looked back down at Kurt, his eyes were shining and hooded. Kurt felt his cock twitch.
“So, uh...how do you like living in the city?” Kurt asked as he took the joint back from Dave.
Dave shrugged, “S’not so bad. Better then bumfuck Ohio, anyway.”
Kurt smiled, “I bet.” He took another hit and passed it to Dave again, “Anything catch your interest?”
Dave narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean?”
Kurt shrugged, “Well, we do happen to be living in the gayest area in New York City, and you’re out and everything...it’s only natural for you to be...looking for something.” he said, consciously taking a step closer to Dave.
Dave raised an eyebrow. “And who says I’m looking for anything?”
Kurt laughed, “You’re a man, we’re never not looking.”
Dave chuckled, the sound coming deep from his chest. Kurt took another small step forward, until he could smell the mix of weed and musk that was coming off of Dave.
Dave held the joint up for Kurt, his arm the only thing between them. Kurt plucked it from Dave’s hands, but didn’t smoke from it.
“So, wanna tell me how long you were planning on avoiding me?” Kurt asked softly.
Dave swallowed and blushed, looking down at the floor.
“I mean, we do live together, you can’t have expected this to go on forever.”
Dave stared at the ground like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Kurt took one last step, confidence building, he closed the remaining distance between them, his breath ghosting Dave’s cheek.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me just as much as I want you.”
Dave’s eyes snapped up to meet Kurt’s. Something flashed across his face, something Kurt couldn’t place, but it was gone in a second. And Dave leaned in.
Kurt could almost hear his heart doing cheers as he met Dave halfway, pressing their lips together. And then Dave’s arms were around his, crushing Kurt against him, just like he had imagined.
Oh, but it was better then he had imagined.
“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed as Dave pulled away, his eyes still closed and a smile spread across his face. When he opened his eyes he saw Dave staring at him, his hazel eyes heavy lidded, but looking intensely at his mouth until they flickered up to meet his eyes.
“Was wondering when you’d come around.” Kurt whispered.
Dave said nothing, but leaned in, his lips meeting Kurt’s again. Only this time much more enthusiastically, and frantically, opening his mouth and licking into Kurt’s, trying desperately to deepen the kiss.
Kurt responded with just as much enthusiasm, his hands clutching the back of Dave’s head for dear life as their tongues entwined again and again. Everything was hot and wet and Dave’s mouth and Kurt felt his knees shake.
Kurt broke away, ghosting his lips down Dave’s jaw to his neck, mouthing at the warm skin, his tongue flicking over Dave’s pulse point. He could feel his pulse humming under his tongue.
Kurt moaned, “Wanted you for so long. Ever since you crawled into our apartment dripping wet.” Kurt bit down gently, Dave hissed in response.
“Wanted to go in that shower after you and let you take me right then and there...scream your name so loud everyone in the lower west side would hear...David.”
“F-Fuck,” Dave stuttered, Kurt saying his name like that went straight to his cock, which was currently pressing agonizingly against his jeans.
Kurt palmed Dave through his jeans, a wicked grin forming as he felt Dave’s length.
“Come on,” Kurt said, leading Dave down the hall to his bedroom. He let Dave in first, then closed the door behind him, locking it. They were in complete darkness until Kurt reached over and turned on the lava lamp Finn had gotten him for Christmas, casting a yellow shadow in the room, just enough for Kurt to see the bed.
He walked up to Dave, eyes roaming up and down his body shamelessly, pushing him down gently on the mattress. Kurt straddled Dave, sitting delicately in his lap. He pulled his shirt off and began kissing Dave again.
Dave’s hands were everywhere, running up and down Kurt’s sides, cupping his ass, which fit perfectly in his large hands, Kurt noticed in delight, groaning at the feeling of Dave squeezing him.
“Mmf,” Kurt got off of Dave’s lap to strip off his pants. He looked at Dave.
“Too many clothes,” he decided, trying to sound commanding, but the roughness in his voice weakened it. He stepped forward nonetheless and ripped Dave’s shirt off.
“Pants. Off.” Kurt constructed. Dave quirked an eyebrow at Kurt’s demanding tone, but stood up and stripped them off.
Kurt’s eyes fell to the...large, tent in David’s boxers and felt his eye’s bug a little. He had seen plenty of cock in his life. But this was certainly one of the more...fully endowed.
Kurt swallowed, he was a bit of a cock slut, he wasn’t afraid to admit that to himself. So who could blame him for dropping to his knees right then and roughly pulling down Dave’s boxers?
Dave hiss as the cool air hit his skin, but it was cut off by a strangled moan as Kurt took Dave in his mouth.
Dave resisted the urge to fuck into Kurt’s mouth as Kurt licked up the underside of his dick, tracing veins with his tongue. Kurt used his other hand to cup David’s balls, rolling them in his hand.
Dave’s fingers clutched in Kurt’s hair, willing himself not to collapse as Kurt sucked and moaned around his dick, the vibrations shooting straight through Dave.
“Fuck, Kurt...gonna come...shit,” Dave groaned.
Kurt pulled off Dave with a wet, dirty sounding “pop”. He stood up and pushed Dave back on the bed.
“Oh no you’re not.” Kurt growled. Dave had never heard Kurt’s voice go that low, his cock aching from the sound. Kurt sprawled on David’s
lap, pressing him fully on the mattress.
“The only way you’re coming, is inside of me. Got it?” Kurt said, his breath warm and hot over Dave’s ear. He went back to that pressure point and bit gently, Dave’s hips bucked up, desperate for some more attention to his cock.
Kurt leaned over to his bedside drawer and opened it, pulling out lube.
Suddenly, Dave growled, deep in his chest, and grabbed Kurt’s hips, rolling them so Kurt’s back was pressed into the mattress and he was on top of Kurt.
Kurt, much to his embarrassment, squeaked in surprise. He forgot all about the embarrassing noise however, as soon as Dave’s mouth was on Kurt, sucking and biting on his neck. He had his hands wrapped around Kurt’s wrists, pinning his arms against the mattress.
Kurt writhed against Dave, he had never had control taken away from his like that before, at least not without his permission. And it really...really turned him on. His hand dropped the bottle of lube.
Dave moved down Kurt’s body, determined to cover every inch with his mouth. He kissed down Kurt’s chest, swirling his tongue over Kurt’s nipple.
Kurt gasped, “David...oh..”, he twisted his torso up, wanting more.
Dave continued down, kissing his stomach, until he was at Kurt’s pubic bone, sucking at the sensitive skin. He pushed Kurt’s knees up, exposing the pink, puckered hole that was just waiting for him.
Suddenly Dave reached for the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. He teased Kurt’s entrance until Kurt growled impatiently, rutting himself against Dave’s finger.
“Baby, I don’t need much prep, trust me,” Kurt panted, he lifted his head and met Dave’s eyes, “Just. fuck me. already.”
Dave stared at Kurt and found himself nodding, reaching for the lube again and slicking himself up. He lined himself up with Kurt’s hole, hands gripping tight at Kurt’s waist.
“Dave,” Kurt whined, “Please...”
Dave took a deep breath, and thrust in.
Kurt threw his head back, letting a filthy moan rip from his chest. Dave pushed in till he completely filled Kurt, the feel of Kurt clenching around him, hot and tight, nearly pushing him over the edge.
Dave was hot and heavy inside him. Kurt could feel him everywhere, and it drove him insane. He bucked his hips, trying to get the message across that now was the time to start moving. Dave got it right away.
He pulled out until he was almost all the way out, then slammed back into Kurt, getting a throaty groan to escape from the smaller man who was sweating and twisting beneath him. His hands scrabbling at the sheets, muttering nonsense.
“Dave...fuck...fuck...shit baby, feels so good, don’t stop...harder.”
Dave complied, driving into Kurt over and over again, the frame of Kurt’s bed shaking with every thrust, Kurt rolled his hips to meet with Dave every time, their combined movement and moans the only thing they could hear. The noise coming from the party outside long forgotten.
“Dave...Dave touch me...” Kurt begged, leaning up and licking into David’s mouth, kissing him wet and sloppy, panting against his lips.
Dave moaned in response and reached down between them, wrapping a hand around Kurt’s flushing cock, pumping in time with each thrust. Kurt fell back against the mattress, letting out a groan that was louder then any of the previous. His eyes were trained on Kurt’s face, those perfect, soft lips parted to let every groan and sigh escape, his eyes fluttered shut, his beautiful face twisted in pleasure. Dave was sure he was going to come just from watching Kurt.
Dave knew he was close, and he was getting Kurt to the same place, pumping faster, Kurt’s pre come making the movements slicker.
“Oh my god, baby...gonna...gonna come so fucking hard..I...”
Kurt screamed David’s name just as he spilled all over Dave’s hand. Dave fucked him through his orgasm, coming inside of Kurt, his vision blinding for a second, his whole body shaking.
Dave pulled out.
Kurt was laying limply on the bed, waiting for his heart to slow down, aftershocks still running through him.
Dave sat on the bed, watching Kurt, unsure. Did Kurt expect him to leave now? Or was he allowed to stay? Did Kurt usually let men sleep in his bed after? Maybe he should just -
“Dave?” Kurt asked, his voice weak. Dave looked up, Kurt had a hand reaching out.
“C’mere.” Kurt muttered, pulling Dave down next to him.
Dave laid down next to Kurt, eyes still watching him carefully. But Kurt only snuggled into Dave’s side, eyes remaining shut and sighing in contentment.
Oh.
Dave bit back the smile threatening break out. He rested his chin atop Kurt’s head and sighed, his eyes falling shut.
~~~~~
Kurt woke up, the blue light of the early morning illuminating the room. He was warmer then usual. It took him a moment to realize it was because he was wrapped up in Dave’s arms.
It was normal for Kurt to wake up with a man draped over him, and usually Kurt would just slowly untangle himself from the other man’s limbs and tip toe out of the room.
But he had never woken up with his arms draped over another man’s chest. His face buried in the crook of David’s neck. Kurt found it strange that he had no desire to move whatsoever.
Another wave of sleepiness hit him, and he rested his head against Dave again, drifting off into sleep before he could think any deeper about the situation
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt Hummel, David Karofsky, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans, Rachel Berry, mentions of Quinn and puck
Pairings: Kurtofsky
Story Summary: AU. Set in NYC in the 1960's. A new fic. Kurt, Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Finn, and Sam live together in an apartment in NYC, when one night a stranger stumbled in...through their bathroom window. Inspired by the scene from Across The Universe
Warnings: Language, drug use, sex, minor character death and violence (later on)
Author’s Note : The fic over all is NC-17, but this part is actually like Nc-17 for smutty smut smut. The whole chapter is just smut basically okay.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me. If it did Blaine would be on Mars and Kurt and Dave would live happily ever after
Status: WIP
“What is so great about this Noah? I can get pot from anyone who passes by our building.” Santana said, tossing her long dark hair out of her face.
“Are you kidding? My cousin brought this stuff in all the way from California. The only thing better then dope from New York is dope from the West Coast.”
“I don’t see the difference.” Santana murmured, taking a hit from her joint before passing it to Brittany.
The apartment was filled with people who had been at the show only an hour ago. Smoke clouded the kitchen and main room. People dangled from couches and chairs and off one another.
In the hallway, where most people couldn’t see them, were Rachel and Quinn.
“So you’re just going to pretend like you can’t see me? That I don’t exist?”
“Rachel, please. Not here. Not now.” Quinn said, looking around nervously, even though they were by the window ledge and no one was paying attention to them.
Rachel blinked hard, a few tears escaping from her eyes, “I don’t care about what you do with Noah or the fact that you’re some stay at home fifties wife now. It was real between us, and I won’t forget that - “
“Well you should forget it, okay?” Quinn snapped, “You’re so frustrating, why can’t you just let it go? It was years ago. I was a different person back then.” Quinn’s expression turned cold. “This is my life now and you have to accept that.”
Rachel’s face turned to stone. She nodded stiffly, wiping away the last of her tears, and turned on her heel. Only Quinn saw her leave the apartment.
Kurt watched the exchange between Quinn and Rachel from the safety of the dark hallway he was currently brooding in.
No, not brooding, he was just waiting to use the bathroom, was all. He wasn’t hiding away from everyone because he felt...unwanted or something stupid like that.
It was clear he wasn’t going to get any fun time with Puck, not with the ball and chain hanging around. And Dave had yet to even blink in his direction, although Kurt couldn’t forget how he caught Dave staring at him as he was talking to Blaine. Kurt considered that. Maybe Dave wasn’t as oblivious to Kurt as he let on...
The door to the bathroom finally opened up, and none other then Dave Karofsky stepped out. Kurt’s lips curled.
“Well hello, stranger.” Kurt said, taking a puff from his joint.
Dave did his trademark nod and went to go wherever it was he was heading, but Kurt stepped in front of him.
“Wait,” Kurt said, a little too eagerly, he thought with chagrin.
Dave’s eyes flickered over Kurt’s head for a moment, but he let Kurt stop him.
“Want a hit?” Kurt asked, holding the joint up to Dave.
Dave looked at Kurt for a moment, before silently taking the joint from Kurt’s fingers.
Kurt watched as Dave sucked in a long, drawn on drag and slowly let the smoke out into the air, his head tilting back. When Dave looked back down at Kurt, his eyes were shining and hooded. Kurt felt his cock twitch.
“So, uh...how do you like living in the city?” Kurt asked as he took the joint back from Dave.
Dave shrugged, “S’not so bad. Better then bumfuck Ohio, anyway.”
Kurt smiled, “I bet.” He took another hit and passed it to Dave again, “Anything catch your interest?”
Dave narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean?”
Kurt shrugged, “Well, we do happen to be living in the gayest area in New York City, and you’re out and everything...it’s only natural for you to be...looking for something.” he said, consciously taking a step closer to Dave.
Dave raised an eyebrow. “And who says I’m looking for anything?”
Kurt laughed, “You’re a man, we’re never not looking.”
Dave chuckled, the sound coming deep from his chest. Kurt took another small step forward, until he could smell the mix of weed and musk that was coming off of Dave.
Dave held the joint up for Kurt, his arm the only thing between them. Kurt plucked it from Dave’s hands, but didn’t smoke from it.
“So, wanna tell me how long you were planning on avoiding me?” Kurt asked softly.
Dave swallowed and blushed, looking down at the floor.
“I mean, we do live together, you can’t have expected this to go on forever.”
Dave stared at the ground like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Kurt took one last step, confidence building, he closed the remaining distance between them, his breath ghosting Dave’s cheek.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me just as much as I want you.”
Dave’s eyes snapped up to meet Kurt’s. Something flashed across his face, something Kurt couldn’t place, but it was gone in a second. And Dave leaned in.
Kurt could almost hear his heart doing cheers as he met Dave halfway, pressing their lips together. And then Dave’s arms were around his, crushing Kurt against him, just like he had imagined.
Oh, but it was better then he had imagined.
“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed as Dave pulled away, his eyes still closed and a smile spread across his face. When he opened his eyes he saw Dave staring at him, his hazel eyes heavy lidded, but looking intensely at his mouth until they flickered up to meet his eyes.
“Was wondering when you’d come around.” Kurt whispered.
Dave said nothing, but leaned in, his lips meeting Kurt’s again. Only this time much more enthusiastically, and frantically, opening his mouth and licking into Kurt’s, trying desperately to deepen the kiss.
Kurt responded with just as much enthusiasm, his hands clutching the back of Dave’s head for dear life as their tongues entwined again and again. Everything was hot and wet and Dave’s mouth and Kurt felt his knees shake.
Kurt broke away, ghosting his lips down Dave’s jaw to his neck, mouthing at the warm skin, his tongue flicking over Dave’s pulse point. He could feel his pulse humming under his tongue.
Kurt moaned, “Wanted you for so long. Ever since you crawled into our apartment dripping wet.” Kurt bit down gently, Dave hissed in response.
“Wanted to go in that shower after you and let you take me right then and there...scream your name so loud everyone in the lower west side would hear...David.”
“F-Fuck,” Dave stuttered, Kurt saying his name like that went straight to his cock, which was currently pressing agonizingly against his jeans.
Kurt palmed Dave through his jeans, a wicked grin forming as he felt Dave’s length.
“Come on,” Kurt said, leading Dave down the hall to his bedroom. He let Dave in first, then closed the door behind him, locking it. They were in complete darkness until Kurt reached over and turned on the lava lamp Finn had gotten him for Christmas, casting a yellow shadow in the room, just enough for Kurt to see the bed.
He walked up to Dave, eyes roaming up and down his body shamelessly, pushing him down gently on the mattress. Kurt straddled Dave, sitting delicately in his lap. He pulled his shirt off and began kissing Dave again.
Dave’s hands were everywhere, running up and down Kurt’s sides, cupping his ass, which fit perfectly in his large hands, Kurt noticed in delight, groaning at the feeling of Dave squeezing him.
“Mmf,” Kurt got off of Dave’s lap to strip off his pants. He looked at Dave.
“Too many clothes,” he decided, trying to sound commanding, but the roughness in his voice weakened it. He stepped forward nonetheless and ripped Dave’s shirt off.
“Pants. Off.” Kurt constructed. Dave quirked an eyebrow at Kurt’s demanding tone, but stood up and stripped them off.
Kurt’s eyes fell to the...large, tent in David’s boxers and felt his eye’s bug a little. He had seen plenty of cock in his life. But this was certainly one of the more...fully endowed.
Kurt swallowed, he was a bit of a cock slut, he wasn’t afraid to admit that to himself. So who could blame him for dropping to his knees right then and roughly pulling down Dave’s boxers?
Dave hiss as the cool air hit his skin, but it was cut off by a strangled moan as Kurt took Dave in his mouth.
Dave resisted the urge to fuck into Kurt’s mouth as Kurt licked up the underside of his dick, tracing veins with his tongue. Kurt used his other hand to cup David’s balls, rolling them in his hand.
Dave’s fingers clutched in Kurt’s hair, willing himself not to collapse as Kurt sucked and moaned around his dick, the vibrations shooting straight through Dave.
“Fuck, Kurt...gonna come...shit,” Dave groaned.
Kurt pulled off Dave with a wet, dirty sounding “pop”. He stood up and pushed Dave back on the bed.
“Oh no you’re not.” Kurt growled. Dave had never heard Kurt’s voice go that low, his cock aching from the sound. Kurt sprawled on David’s
lap, pressing him fully on the mattress.
“The only way you’re coming, is inside of me. Got it?” Kurt said, his breath warm and hot over Dave’s ear. He went back to that pressure point and bit gently, Dave’s hips bucked up, desperate for some more attention to his cock.
Kurt leaned over to his bedside drawer and opened it, pulling out lube.
Suddenly, Dave growled, deep in his chest, and grabbed Kurt’s hips, rolling them so Kurt’s back was pressed into the mattress and he was on top of Kurt.
Kurt, much to his embarrassment, squeaked in surprise. He forgot all about the embarrassing noise however, as soon as Dave’s mouth was on Kurt, sucking and biting on his neck. He had his hands wrapped around Kurt’s wrists, pinning his arms against the mattress.
Kurt writhed against Dave, he had never had control taken away from his like that before, at least not without his permission. And it really...really turned him on. His hand dropped the bottle of lube.
Dave moved down Kurt’s body, determined to cover every inch with his mouth. He kissed down Kurt’s chest, swirling his tongue over Kurt’s nipple.
Kurt gasped, “David...oh..”, he twisted his torso up, wanting more.
Dave continued down, kissing his stomach, until he was at Kurt’s pubic bone, sucking at the sensitive skin. He pushed Kurt’s knees up, exposing the pink, puckered hole that was just waiting for him.
Suddenly Dave reached for the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. He teased Kurt’s entrance until Kurt growled impatiently, rutting himself against Dave’s finger.
“Baby, I don’t need much prep, trust me,” Kurt panted, he lifted his head and met Dave’s eyes, “Just. fuck me. already.”
Dave stared at Kurt and found himself nodding, reaching for the lube again and slicking himself up. He lined himself up with Kurt’s hole, hands gripping tight at Kurt’s waist.
“Dave,” Kurt whined, “Please...”
Dave took a deep breath, and thrust in.
Kurt threw his head back, letting a filthy moan rip from his chest. Dave pushed in till he completely filled Kurt, the feel of Kurt clenching around him, hot and tight, nearly pushing him over the edge.
Dave was hot and heavy inside him. Kurt could feel him everywhere, and it drove him insane. He bucked his hips, trying to get the message across that now was the time to start moving. Dave got it right away.
He pulled out until he was almost all the way out, then slammed back into Kurt, getting a throaty groan to escape from the smaller man who was sweating and twisting beneath him. His hands scrabbling at the sheets, muttering nonsense.
“Dave...fuck...fuck...shit baby, feels so good, don’t stop...harder.”
Dave complied, driving into Kurt over and over again, the frame of Kurt’s bed shaking with every thrust, Kurt rolled his hips to meet with Dave every time, their combined movement and moans the only thing they could hear. The noise coming from the party outside long forgotten.
“Dave...Dave touch me...” Kurt begged, leaning up and licking into David’s mouth, kissing him wet and sloppy, panting against his lips.
Dave moaned in response and reached down between them, wrapping a hand around Kurt’s flushing cock, pumping in time with each thrust. Kurt fell back against the mattress, letting out a groan that was louder then any of the previous. His eyes were trained on Kurt’s face, those perfect, soft lips parted to let every groan and sigh escape, his eyes fluttered shut, his beautiful face twisted in pleasure. Dave was sure he was going to come just from watching Kurt.
Dave knew he was close, and he was getting Kurt to the same place, pumping faster, Kurt’s pre come making the movements slicker.
“Oh my god, baby...gonna...gonna come so fucking hard..I...”
Kurt screamed David’s name just as he spilled all over Dave’s hand. Dave fucked him through his orgasm, coming inside of Kurt, his vision blinding for a second, his whole body shaking.
Dave pulled out.
Kurt was laying limply on the bed, waiting for his heart to slow down, aftershocks still running through him.
Dave sat on the bed, watching Kurt, unsure. Did Kurt expect him to leave now? Or was he allowed to stay? Did Kurt usually let men sleep in his bed after? Maybe he should just -
“Dave?” Kurt asked, his voice weak. Dave looked up, Kurt had a hand reaching out.
“C’mere.” Kurt muttered, pulling Dave down next to him.
Dave laid down next to Kurt, eyes still watching him carefully. But Kurt only snuggled into Dave’s side, eyes remaining shut and sighing in contentment.
Oh.
Dave bit back the smile threatening break out. He rested his chin atop Kurt’s head and sighed, his eyes falling shut.
~~~~~
Kurt woke up, the blue light of the early morning illuminating the room. He was warmer then usual. It took him a moment to realize it was because he was wrapped up in Dave’s arms.
It was normal for Kurt to wake up with a man draped over him, and usually Kurt would just slowly untangle himself from the other man’s limbs and tip toe out of the room.
But he had never woken up with his arms draped over another man’s chest. His face buried in the crook of David’s neck. Kurt found it strange that he had no desire to move whatsoever.
Another wave of sleepiness hit him, and he rested his head against Dave again, drifting off into sleep before he could think any deeper about the situation