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[hummel]

Who: Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel
What: What indeed. 8D;
Where: Locker room.
Rating: GONNA HAVE TO SAY NC-17.

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[hummel]

Kurt would be blatantly lying if he was to say that he wasn't at all nervous--not only for the er, upcoming event, because he was just as virginal as Finn was (more so, in fact, since Kurt's first kiss had been what propelled everything to this point), but also because there was no security in all of this; it was still completely possible that Finn might freak out at any moment, and even if he didn't that was nothing to say of how things would go afterward. Let's hear it for impulsive actions, hm?

...But he trusted Finn. He trusted that even if he decided this wasn't...quite...his thing, he wouldn't do something stupid that would potentially ruin Kurt's life over it.

Ha, now who was thinking too much?

Kurt moved as Finn did, fluidly, his body reacting to the taller boy's touch as though it was a particularly sensual dance. With Finn's strong arm looped around his body, Kurt's hands moved to slide up around his shoulders, making the position more comfortable. And then there were his fingers, and...a deep shiver took Kurt's body and his eyes closed for a moment with it, a tiny sound escaping his lips, cock twitching.

Relax, relax, he told himself, and consciously forced his muscles to loosen; after all, one surefire way to make anything difficult was to be tense, but he couldn't help it--truth be told Kurt was getting a little impatient. He was so turned on it almost hurt, skin prickling at the faintest touch, neglected cock leaking and bobbing; even his breath seemed to burn as he swallowed for air, and Finn was just waiting there, teasing, his fingers right there but unmoving, and it was all nearly enough to make the smaller boy want to scream.

...Fortunately, even in moments of extreme arousal, Kurt had more tact than that. Once he'd forced his body to relax enough, his eyes slid open again to peer up at Finn with a quirked little smile. "I'm not sure how much more sure I can be," he lilted breathily, the fingers of one slim hand coming down to lightly trace the larger boy's jawline, "Unless it's your intention to make me beg."