Kurt/Sebastian: Fulfill My Fantasies (NC-17)
Title: Fulfill My Fantasies
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6100
Warnings: None.
Summary: Written for this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme: Sebastian sees Kurt's single ladies dance and finds himself suddenly very interested in what else Kurt can do with his hips.
A/N: New ship for me to write! :D I'm so grateful to all of the lovely Kurtbastian shippers for being so wonderful to me as I've started playing in their sandbox. Thank you so much! <3 Title comes from Baby Boy by Beyonce, which is referenced and linked within the song.
It’s been so long since he’s done this, but it feels so good to be back. His hips swivel, thighs burn, arms move in perfect timing with the music. The routine is engrained in every muscle of his body, every second of the choreography as much a part of him as tendon and bone. Years have passed since the last time he allowed himself this luxury, the time to do nothing but get lost in the music and move.
Things have changed so much since then. He’s twenty-five. He’s living in New York. He’s roommates with Blaine, which is something he had anticipated, but as friend instead of lovers, which had definitely not once been part of the plan. They are friends, though. Best friends. Though with time they’d come to not need each other in the romantic sense, the bonds of friendship have never once faltered.
There had been things to adjust to, like not walking around the apartment naked and those first few times when they’d brought someone else home. Those strains had lessened relatively easily. But the one that had taken the most getting used to was Sebastian.
They’d all started over during the spring of Kurt and Sebastian’s senior years, but things hadn’t been good for a long time. Blaine and Sebastian had become actual friends faster than Kurt was willing to give in, but eventually, he had. Now, Sebastian was a frequent leech, sleeping on their couch after nights out at the club, eating their food, having a comment about everything. Yes, they were friends now, but that didn’t mean that Kurt always liked him. Honestly, Kurt didn’t even think that Sebastian liked Sebastian a lot of the time.
Sebastian and Blaine are out for the night. Sebastian had gotten tickets to a basketball game that Kurt had less than zero amounts of interest in attending. So, he’d easily settled for a night in with takeout from his favorite sushi place, a few glasses of wine with a viewing of Funny Girl and a little time to just unwind with the music like he used to regularly so many years ago.
His head is thrown back as the music fades out, the stickiness of sweat clinging his shirt to his back, his muscles buzzing with the excitement of being used in this way after so long.
“Well well well,” a familiar voice says from the doorway. Kurt jumps, squeaks, and slaps a hand over his mouth all at the same time, sending Sebastian erupting into a fit of laughter where he leans against the wall. “Christ, I always forget how jumpy you are.”
“I thought I was alone,” Kurt snips, straightening and crossing his arms over his chest. “How long were you-“
“Long enough,” Sebastian says, pushing off the wall and smiling in the way that Kurt never knows whether or not to trust.
“Well, how I spend my downtime is my own business,” Kurt defends, sitting down and trying to discreetly wipe the dampness from his forehead.
“Some business.”
Kurt doesn’t bother looking up, just grabs the bottle of wine from the table and pours himself another glass.
“So what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be out with Blaine? I knew we shouldn’t have given you a key,” Kurt rambles, rolling his eyes as he lifts his glass only to have it pulled from his hand. He scoffs and turns to watch Sebastian drain the last of it before setting it down heavily on the table. “Excuse you.”
“Blaine’s hooking up with the only even remotely fuckable guy in the place, so I came back here to annoy you. It is my second favorite hobby, after all. Well, third.”
“Behind sacrificing goats and drinking the blood of the innocent?” Kurt asks, refilling the glass again.
“Behind playing racquetball and giving rimjobs,” Sebastian corrects, again attempting to steal Kurt’s glass. Kurt snatches it from his grasp and downs half of it in one long gulp, trying not to let his cheeks flush at Sebastian’s comment. The asshole knows how much Kurt loves getting rimmed. It comes up pretty much every time Kurt gets drunk and loses his filter.
“So you’re only here to annoy me? How lovely,” Kurt rolls his eyes as settles back into the cushion as Sebastian gently takes his glass and sets it on the table untouched.
“You should do that dance again,” Sebastian says, leaning against the arm of the couch and poking Kurt’s thigh with a big toe. His tongue is peaking out of the corner of his mouth and Kurt shakes his head.
“So you can make fun of me? No thank you.”
“Come on,” Sebastian urges, poking him again, now with both feet.
“How drunk are you?”
“Not quite Cinco de Mayo 2016 drunk,” is all Sebastian says before he starts prodding the outside of Kurt’s thigh again. “Come on, sweetcheeks, dance for me.”
“Sweetcheeks? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Well your ass is pretty fabulous these days.” Sebastian stops wriggling his feet and just leaves them there, the tips of his toes touching Kurt’s thigh in a way that’s strangely and unfamiliarly intimate for the two of them.
“Pilates,” Kurt explains. “And lots of lunges.”
“Have to keep your power bottom status intact, eh?” Sebastian teases, the laughter evident in his voice, but Kurt can’t help but take the bait.
“You wish,” Kurt mutters, face flushing bright red as he reaches out to pick up his glass. Sebastian grabs his wrist and pulls him close, Kurt shifting awkwardly until his knees are astride Sebastian’s extended legs and their faces are mere inches apart. His head is a little swimmy from the wine and he knows that there’s absolutely no good reason to be feeling anything other than annoyed at having his evening alone ruined, but Sebastian’s always been good-looking in a really irritating kind of way and he’s so close and his eyes are strangely dark and he smells better than he has any right to and-
“I really, really don’t,” he whispers.
“What are you doing?” Kurt asks, swallowing hard and trying to pull his arm free. It doesn’t work.
“I’ve never seen you dance like that,” Sebastian breathes, gripping Kurt’s wrist tighter and shifting so they’re even closer to touching. “Your hips. I didn’t know you could do that. Be like that. You’re so fucking uptight all the time, I had no idea you could be so… loose.”
“That’s not exactly a part of myself that I like to share with every other person I meet unlike someone I know,” Kurt says, unease prickling over his skin as Sebastian just keeps looking at him, all wide-eyed and big-pupiled and like he’s never seen Kurt before in his entire life.
“But, we’ve danced before. You and I have danced when we’ve gone out and it’s never… you’ve never.”
“I’m sorry, since when are you unable to complete a thought, especially when it involves making me uncomfortable, which this clearly is,” Kurt says, finally finagling his wrist free and dropping to sit on Sebastian’s thighs, trying very very hard to ignore how Sebastian’s hands immediately move to his knees.
“Since I saw you moving your hips like a fucking porn star, that’s when,” Sebastian grins, squeezing lightly before trailing his hands up Kurt’s thighs. Kurt watches, breath held in his chest as he notices every detail from the taut tendons on the backs of Sebastian’s hands to the veins on his forearms to the strength of the fingertips digging into his skin through the thin material of his sweats.
“I was dancing!” Kurt manages to sputter out, trying to scoot back but finding himself unable as Sebastian grips harder.
“I’ve seen dancing. I’ve done dancing. That was not dancing.”
“I wasn’t doing it to give a show. I was just doing it because I wanted to.”
“I know, that’s what makes it so fucking hot,” Sebastian says, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He looks boyishly handsome with arms that are just truly excellent examples of what men’s arms should look like and his eyes, so green and intense, are staring at Kurt’s mouth. Kurt has been sexually active for the better part of a decade. He knows what that means.
“We don’t do this,” Kurt says, shaking his head to rid it of any and all extraneous thoughts. “We’re not doing this.”
“Why the hell not?” Sebastian grins. “I need to see those hips in action. Come on. It’s just sex.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “I know that you think I’m hot. You’re practically drooling all over my arms right now.” Kurt opens his mouth to protest. “And I know how long it’s been since you’ve gotten laid.” His mouth snaps shut and his eyes narrow.
There’s no way Sebastian’s serious about this. In all their years of knowing each other, he’s never once given any indication that he finds Kurt anything other than tolerable or mildly amusing. Kurt folds his arms over his chest, scooting back as Sebastian inches his hands closer to the juncture of thigh and hip. Sebastian just smiles at him.
“Come on, Kurt. Are you going to show me what those hips can do?” Sebastian slides his hands around Kurt’s sides, grabbing onto his ass with both hands and hauling him forward until he’s settled right on top of-well then. “I’m not messing with you. I want this.” He squeezes Kurt’s ass before shifting effortlessly into a sitting position, his lips a breath away. “I want you.”
“Just because of my dancing?”
“What can I say? Beyonce’s always really done it for me,” Sebastian laughs, but there’s no heat there. It’s weak and… breathy. Kurt can feel each exhalation he makes against his lips, can feel the heat of Sebastian’s chest radiating against his own. He’s so hot.
“Oh yeah?” Kurt asks, planting a hand in the middle of Sebastian’s chest and pushing him back a little. Sebastian looks confused, then intrigued as Kurt stands and heads for the stereo system where his iPod is hooked up. With fingers that are shaking just a little, he cues up another song, takes a deep breath, and turns as the music starts.
“Oh my god,” Sebastian breaths out, moving fully into a sitting position, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s face. This is it. This will tell Kurt if Sebastian is really serious about this or if he’s just trying to embarrass him. Worse comes to worse, Kurt blames the dancing on the wine, he endures a bit of teasing for a few weeks, and then they move on.
As Sean Paul’s voice starts to drift through the speakers, Kurt lets his hips move, walking forward slowly until he’s right in front of Sebstian, standing between his spread legs. It’s a little real choreography and a lot of moves he’s making up on the spot, really just trying to swivel and shake and thrust as much as possible. It’s not the first time he’s danced for someone, but it is the first time he’s danced without knowing expressly what was going to come afterward.
Sebastian’s eyes are wide and dark, hands twitching on his thighs, breaths heaving. Kurt chances a look down and tries not to react when he sees that Sebastian is still hard, harder than he had been when Kurt had been straddling his lap. It emboldens him a bit and he allows himself to get lost in the moves. He turns, rolling his hips under Sebastian’s watchful stare, feeling flushed and hot all over from the movements of his body and the pull of arousal twisting low in his stomach.
His shirt is stifling, the thin, clingy material sticking to him and distracting him as he dances. Just before Sean Paul takes over for Beyonce again, Kurt reaches down and yanks the material over his head, tossing it over his shoulder just before he really gets into it.
Hips never stopping, arms moving, he finally gets to put those ridiculous belly dancing classes he’d taken with Mercedes back in college to good use, abs working with fervor as he twists and rocks his hips to the beat. A light moan from Sebastian distracts him, drawing his gaze down to where Sebastian’s rubbing over the hard length of his cock with the heel of his hand through the snug denim of his jeans. Kurt’s own cock takes immediate notice, no longer able to be fully distracted by the rigor of his movements as it starts to harden in his briefs. There’s no sense in trying to hide it. He’s on display in front of Sebastian, sweats clinging to every inch of him as he dances, so he figures he might as well take the whole thing one step further. With bravery he wouldn’t normally possess-wine can really work wonders-Kurt hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats and slowly works them over his hips as he continues to dance.
“Kurt,” Sebastian says reaching out for him, but Kurt steps back.
“No touching,” he teases just before he pulls them below the swell of his ass and lets them drop to the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark gray briefs.
“Fuck. Kurt, stop dancing,” Sebastian says, scooting forward and putting his face level with Kurt’s undulating stomach.
“No,” Kurt smirks, spinning and working his hips even more vigorously until he feels Sebastian stand behind him.
“Please.”
“Don’t think so,” Kurt says, backing up slightly so his ass is pushed into Sebastian’s crotch, pulling a moan out of his throat and bringing his hands to grip Kurt’s hips. “I don’t think you really want me to stop anyway.”
“Yes I do,” Sebastian whispers, one hand sliding to lightly trail over Kurt’s cock, now fully hard and straining toward his hip beneath the fabric of his briefs. Kurt tries not to react, but the touch is so welcome that he melts back into Sebastian’s chest and grinds his hips back hard. “You can’t fuck me while you’re dancing.”
“But it’s such a good song.”
“It is, but I really need you to fuck me, Kurt,” Sebastian moans, jerking forward and rubbing himself against Kurt’s ass. “Now.”
“Now who’s a power bottom?” Kurt asks, smile playing on his lips as Sebastian digs his fingers into Kurt’s hips and growls.
“Shut up.”
“No,” Kurt says, spinning around and hooking his fingers in Sebastian’s belt loops. “You seriously want this?”
“I’m sorry, was my dick rubbing against your ass not enough of a signal?”
“Fuck you,” Kurt rolls his eyes, releasing his grip on Sebastian and taking a step back. Sebastian’s too fast for him, though, closing the distance and fisting a hand in Kurt’s hair, pulling his head back and dipping so their lips brush together.
“Yes, that’s the general idea. So are you going to stop being a tease now, or are you going to make me come in my pants while you fuck the air instead of my ass?” Sebastian asks before crashing his lips against Kurt’s. Kurt moans and grips Sebastian’s biceps, pushing his hips in and rolling them against Sebastian’s.
“As fun as it’d be to leave you all miserable and sticky…” Kurt trails off before Sebastian dives in for another kiss, sucking hard on Kurt’s bottom lip as his fingers tug at Kurt’s hair.
“I should’ve known you’d be a tease. You tease bad enough every day walking around in those tight pants, why was I stupid enough to think that when I asked you to fuck me, you’d just do it?”
“I don’t know, Sebastian, why were you so stupid?” Kurt asks, pulling away and dipping his fingers into the waistband of Sebastian's jeans, untucking his shirt and tugging it over his head instead of unbuttoning it. He doesn’t know exactly why he is being so much of a tease, but something is telling him that Sebastian loves it. Now that he’s made up his mind to actually do this, there’s no sense in not having a little extra fun.
“Bedroom,” Sebastian says, already unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them to the floor to reveal that he’s wearing nothing underneath, cock springing free and drawing in Kurt's attention. Kurt isn’t surprised.
“You would go commando.”
“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it,” Sebastian grins, curling a hand around his cock and slowly stroking it up. Yes, Kurt is definitely enjoying following the movement of Sebastian’s hand, but he doesn’t need to know that. Instead, Kurt just shrugs and heads for his bedroom, toying with the top band of his briefs and pulling them down as he walks.
As soon as they’re in his bedroom, Kurt’s stomach seizes up. Out there, it had been a game. In here, it’s reality. Sebastian is really in his bedroom and they’re really going to have sex. It’s not that Kurt’s complaining, it’s just… unexpected. Definitely not the way he’d thought his night would be going.
“So,” Sebastian grins. “Are you ready to show me what those hips can do?”
“You’ve already seen what they can do,” Kurt says, pulling back his duvet and taking his lube and a condom out of the bedside table’s drawer as his heart thuds in his chest.
“Mmm true,” Sebastian nods, jumping onto the bed and flopping onto his back. “But this is different.”
“Yeah, it is,” Kurt says, nodding and trying to ignore the aching throb in his cock and balls at the sight of Sebastian all naked and spread out on his bed.
“You okay?” Sebastian asks, eyebrows knitted in concern as he props himself up on his elbows.
“I’m fine,” Kurt says quickly, still standing beside the bed and turning the bottle of lube in his hands. “It’s just… weird but not?”
“Well come on, Kurt. It’s not like this can feel like that much of a surprise. We’ve basically been having verbal foreplay since we met.”
“Excuse me?” Kurt blinks, almost dropping the lube. Sebastian laughs loudly and reaches for Kurt, pulling until he’s climbing onto the bed on his knees, cock bobbing as he moves.
“Kurt, come on. All the quips, all the banter. You can’t tell me that never did anything for you.”
“It did for you?”
“Fuck yes,” Sebastian grins. “It’s easy to get guys to want to fuck me. I couldn’t even get you to stand me.”
“I still can’t,” Kurt lies, kneeling between Sebastian’s thighs and urging them further apart.
“I know,” he replies with a lascivious eyebrow wiggle. “But you want me.”
“Not really,” Kurt says, scrunching up his nose and pointedly looking at an arbitrary place on the wall above his bed.
“Bullshit,” Sebastian says, reaching forward and wrapping a hand around Kurt’s hard cock. “Now shut up and fucking kiss me already.”
Kurt sucks in a breath and looks down at Sebastian’s hand where it’s curled around his cock, stroking lightly. He swallows and nods, eyes fixated as Sebastian rubs his thumb over his slit and then bends forward.
“Try not to fall in love with me, okay?” Kurt teases, tongue darting out to lick at Sebastian’s bottom lip. The hand around his cock tightens and he hisses through his teeth at the increase in friction.
“It’s cute that you think I’m even capable of the emotion.”
“You said it, not me,” Kurt grins, lowering his lips and lightly brushing them against Sebastian’s, the ghost of a kiss. Sebastian huffs, frustration evident in every tense inch of his body, and he surges up, neck and shoulders craning from the mattress as he slams their lips together. “So impatient.”
“My cock is about to fall off it’s been hard for so long. My patience quota was lost the second I stepped into the apartment,” Sebastian admits, again lacing his fingers through Kurt’s hair and pulling him down for kiss after kiss. Their lips tug and suck and Kurt doesn’t even remember when they started using tongue, but Sebastian’s is stroking against his and moaning and he can’t remember the last time just kissing made him so damned dizzy. “Been wanting this for so long.”
“What?” Kurt asks, eyebrows furrowing as Sebastian sits up and wraps his arms around Kurt’s back, pressing their chests together and trapping their cocks between their stomachs, the pressure and friction making Kurt’s eyes roll back a bit until he remembers what Sebastian just said.
“Oh come on,” Sebastian grins. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been wanting this for years.” Kurt’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He’s dumbfounded and it makes him freeze there in Sebastian’s lap.
“I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure that I just had an aneurism because there’s no way that you said you’ve been wanting this for years.”
“Why is this such a surprise to you?” Sebastian asks, thankfully looking amused rather than upset or insulted. He leans back on his hands, cock curling toward his stomach in a way that’s just ridiculously distracting.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe because I’ve always been under the impression due to the thinly veiled insults that you merely tolerate me,” Kurt says, crossing his arms over his chest and trying desperately to ignore the throbbing of his cock which doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that the prelude to sex has stopped for the moment. The corner of Sebastian’s mouth turns up in a smile and he sits back up, pressing wet kisses to the column of Kurt’s throat.
“Think about tonight,” Sebastian says, voice lower and rougher than it had been mere seconds ago. Kurt feels himself waver and steadies himself with hands to Sebastian’s biceps, squeezing because it’s entirely necessary in order to maintain balance.
“What about it?”
Sebastian laughs. He’s making fun of him now. Kurt gives the soft skin over Sebastian’s ribs a tweak, causing him to yelp and slap a hand over the offended area.
“Tonight is the first night we’ve ever been alone,” Sebastian says simply, still rubbing at the pinch-reddened patch on his side and glaring at Kurt a little.
“Well that’s just ridic-“ Kurt starts, but then freezes.
Sebastian is right.
He is absolutely right.
In the five or so years that they’ve all been friends, Sebastian has been at his and Blaine’s place a lot. He’s eaten with them and gone out with them and stayed at their place, but Blaine has always been there. Always.
“Huh,” Kurt says, frowning a little before Sebastian licks up the side of his neck. “Couldn’t keep your hands off me once you had the chance?”
“Your fault,” Sebastian accuses between licks and kisses and bites. Kurt’s sure that the skin there is going to be a mess of bruises tomorrow, but it feels so damned good he can’t find it within himself to care. “You and your fucking hips.”
“Not fucking anything with them yet,” Kurt grins, carding his fingers in Sebastian’s hair and pulling his mouth tighter against him. Sebastian groans and rocks his hips up, rubbing their cocks together as he worries the skin just below Kurt’s ear with his teeth.
“On your hands and knees,” Sebastian whispers in his ear, sending a shiver down Kurt’s spine.
“That sounds counterproductive to what’s supposed to be happening here,” Kurt teases, scooting forward and rocking his hips and moaning from the too-dry but still fucking amazing friction of their cocks moving together.
“Don’t care. Won’t take long,” Sebastian says, pressing one final kiss to Kurt’s jaw before pushing at Kurt’s hips until he slides to the mattress.
“So pushy.” Kurt shakes his head and gives Sebastian a look, but it melts almost immediately, giving way to wide-eyed incredulity. “Are you seriously…?”
Sebastian ignores him very pointedly and urges Kurt onto his hands and knees, hands stroking over his body, touching every inch he can easily reach before bending down to bite lightly at the swell of Kurt’s right asscheek.
“Sebastian,” Kurt whines, cock throbbing where it hangs heavily in anticipation of what’s about to come.
“I think that getting to experience two of my three favorite hobbies in one night isn’t too bad,” he says almost absently, mouth hovering over Kurt’s ass as his eager fingers spread Kurt open to him.
“Ohgod,” Kurt sighs as Sebastian’s tongue strokes wetly across his asshole. His arms almost give out at that little movement. He can’t help it. Nothing turns him on more than this. “Sebastian.”
“Mmm?” Sebastian hums questioningly, pulling back from his never-ending stream of languid licks to press a kiss at the base of Kurt’s arched spine.
“Don’t stop. Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?”
“Yeah that whole falling in love with you thing? So not a problem,” Sebastian laughs before starting back in with renewed vigor. His tongue slides and swirls, coiling heat and want up Kurt’s spine and making his cock get even painfully harder than it already is.
“Good,” Kurt chokes out, not wanting to let Sebastian have the last word even if all his mouth wants to be doing at the moment is moaning a stream of swear words. Sebastian chuckles, the vibrations making Kurt squirm and his fingers death-clutch onto the sheets. Wet kisses press to his asshole before Sebastian points his tongue to a stiff peak and starts pushing. “Yes.”
Strong hands grip Kurt’s hips, angling him just so until he absolutely can’t hold himself up any longer. He collapses forward onto the mattress just as the tip of Sebstian’s tongue slips inside. Hot breaths huff against his sensitive skin as Sebastian alternates between long, leisurely licks that curl Kurt’s toes and short thrusts inside that leave Kurt shifting so he can fist his cock in time with the stroking of Sebastian’s tongue.
“Don’t you come yet,” Sebastian practically growls, breaths heaving.
“Then stop. I’m so close,” Kurt says, because honestly, they’ll never get to where they’re planning if he doesn’t. Sebastian makes a little grunting noise of complaint, pushing his tongue inside one more time before again biting down on Kurt’s ass, giving his hip a playful swat before pushing him onto his side.
“Okay, fuck me now,” Sebastian grins, flopping onto the mattress and curling a hand around his cock, jerking himself off slowly as Kurt glares at him and tries to rise into a kneeling position despite the fact that his legs absolutely do not want to be working at the moment.
“Not unless you ask nicely.” Kurt picks up the lube and begins slicking up his fingers as he raises an eyebrow at Sebastian. Sebastian rolls his eyes.
“Please oh please, Kurt, will you put your cock in my ass now?” he deadpans, pausing the motion of his hand before giving the base a visibly forceful squeeze.
“Certainly,” Kurt says. “Knees up, come on.” Sebastian grumbles, but does as requested, tenting his legs around Kurt’s body. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and watches intently as Kurt reaches down and out of sight, gently trailing his fingers in circles around Sebastian’s asshole.
“No teasing.”
“I’m not teasing, I’m getting you ready,” Kurt says, stroking over one of Sebastian’s long, lean thighs as he increases the pressure of his finger.
“I’m not some blushing virgin, Kurt, just stick a finger in me already.”
“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot for a second what a slut you are,” Kurt teases, no venom in his voice as he pushes a finger inside.
“Fuck you,” Sebastian grunts, hips rolling as Kurt slowly slides his finger until his palm is flush with Sebastian’s ass. The tight grip of his asshole around Kurt’s finger makes his stomach flutter with anticipation.
“I thought I was fucking you.”
“Semantics,” Sebastian pants. “More fingers, come on, Kurt.” Kurt obliges immediately, pulling out his finger and adding his middle one alongside it as he pushes inside, crooking his fingers until Sebastian curses at the ceiling, back wrenching off the mattress. “Oh fuck, Kurt.”
“Hmm?” Kurt asks, biting the tip of his tongue as he stares at the way Sebastian’s stretched so pink and pretty around his fingers. Without waiting to be begged, he adds a third, fingers almost slipping out on the first stroke inward as Sebastian’s body writhes beneath him. He’s so responsive that it makes Kurt’s cock twitch, imagining what it’s going to feel like when he’s buried deep inside if Sebastian keeps… wriggling like this. He digs the fingers of his free hand into Sebastian’s lower stomach, splaying them wide as he tries to keep him still enough to actually get Sebastian ready for his cock.
“Oh god,” Sebastian says, looking down at Kurt’s hand spread on his abdomen, the muscles beneath Kurt’s fingers twitching deliciously as his hips roll with the steady thrusting of Kurt’s fingers.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” Kurt teases, moving his fingers to massage Sebastian’s prostate again.
“Oh fuck you,” Sebastian groans. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Damned right I am. You look…” Kurt says before he can stop himself, licking his lips as he drinks Sebastian in. He’s long and tan and muscled, hands reached up to cling to the headboard for stability as Kurt fucks him with his fingers.
“Hot. I know.” Kurt presses his fingers up, effectively shutting Sebastian up again. His hips buck up so hard it threatens to dislodge Kurt’s fingers completely. Kurt takes that as a sign that Sebastian really is ready to go. He slowly pulls his fingers out, taking a second to look at where his fingers had just been buried and biting back a moan at the sight.
The sound of plastic crinkling shakes him back to reality half a second before the feeling of Sebastian’s hands rolling a condom onto him do. His eyes fly open wide, watching as Sebastian does his thing, then picking up the lube and stroking over Kurt’s cock, hand taking more time than necessary to map out the skin beneath the thin sheath of latex.
Kurt leans in and kisses Sebastian, sucking a moan from between his lips along with his tongue, stroking his own against it before releasing it with a wet pop. Sebastian stares at him, mouth open, eyes dark. He grabs Kurt by the back of the neck and pulls him in until their foreheads are pressed together as he wraps his legs around Kurt’s waist. One hand scrambling for purchase on the sheets, Kurt adjusts until he’s leaning forward, knees wide, nose nuzzling against Sebastian’s as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down the crack of Sebastian’s ass. Little by little, he narrows his motions until he’s pressed right against Sebastian’s asshole. As he rocks his hips forward hard enough to breach the tight rings of muscle, he kisses Sebastian hard, all tongue and teeth and moaning as he pushes inside.
“Yes,” Sebastian exhales through a grin, head dropping back so Kurt can get at his neck. As he tries really hard not to come on the spot like an inexperienced teenager, Kurt licks over Sebastian’s Adam’s apple and sucks on the skin beneath the jut of his jaw, continue to slowly thrust inside until his balls are pressed against Sebastian’s ass.
“Wow,” Kurt says, voice hardly audible over the harshness of Sebastian’s panting breaths.
“You feel incredible,” Sebastian tells him, reaching for Kurt’s shoulders. “Dance for me.”
“What?” Kurt asks, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting right back in.
“Do the dance. Either one. Don’t care.”
“Right now?” Kurt asks. “I’m kind of busy.” He punctuates his statement with a forceful thrust and Sebastian moans loudly at the contact. It figures that he likes it rough.
“If you stop fucking me, I’ll murder you in your sleep,” Sebastian warns. “No, do it inside of me.” Kurt stops, hips stuttering as he stills.
“You want me to… oh…”
“Is that a problem?”
“No… no, it’s definitely not a problem,” Kurt says. “It’s just kind of hard to focus on choreography when…”
Sebastian looks like the dictionary definition of sex-hair mussed, lips swollen, skin reddened, cock hard and leaking onto his stomach, thighs and abs tensed. Kurt snaps his hips forward until he’s buried as deep as he can go, but he knows that he can get deeper. With sweat-slicked hands, he grabs Sebastian’s thighs and eases them off of his waist so he can drape his knees over his shoulders, pressing forward until the fronts of Sebastian’s thighs are against his own chest.
Kurt straightens just a little, hands gripping Sebastian’s thighs as he thrusts shallow and quick into Sebastian a few times just to get a hold on himself. He can do this.
The first few movements are hesitant. It’s not like he can completely do the dance, but he can definitely make this work. If only he had his music…
“Keep going,” Sebastian says, ankles digging into the backs of Kurt’s shoulders.
Kurt huffs and grabs harder onto Sebastian’s thighs as he folds him in tighter, altering the angle of his thrusts and making them both moan. “Yeah just like that. Dance.”
Kurt rolls his hips more eagerly now, fragments of the choreography flitting through in his movements as he thrusts and undulates into Sebastian. Each thrust sends spikes of pleasure through him, each moan Sebastian lets out bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Sebastian’s asshole stroking around his cock feels unreal, bringing the perfect amount of friction and heat, and god, Sebastian just can’t hold still. His hips are constantly moving in perfect counterpoint to Kurt’s movements. He anticipates and reacts so much that Kurt is tempted to flip him over and fuck him with his entire body pinned to the mattress just to see how he would react.
“Getting close,” Sebastian tells him, forcing a hand between his stomach and thighs so he can wrap it around his cock.
“Me too,” Kurt groans, thrusting in hard and grinding once he’s pressed against Sebastian’s ass. He works his abs, swirling them and finally fully getting his money's worth out of that stupid belly dancing class as he fucks Sebastian deep.
Sebastian’s practically hyperventilating he’s breathing so hard, arm moving lightning fast as he strokes himself. Kurt pulls out just a little, sliding the sensitive head of his cock over his prostate in tiny and firm strokes until Sebastian is yelling and coming, his ankles locked painfully over Kurt’s shoulders, pulling him even closer as he works through. When he’s finished, his legs drop and fall open on the bed, his entire body limp and sated, his face relaxed and smiling. Kurt isn’t finished, though.
He eases Sebastian onto his stomach and straddles the backs of his thighs, spreading his cheeks as he pushes back inside.
“Oh fuck,” Sebastian cries out, fingers tensing in the sheets, back muscles ripping as he adjusts to the new sensation. Sebastian feels so tight like this, Kurt almost comes the second he’s inside, but he manages to get in a dozen or so rapid strokes, the only sound in the room skin-on-skin and ragged breaths and needy moans.
When Kurt comes, his whole body goes tense, every muscle and bone in his body locked tight as he spills streak after streak of come into the condom.
“Holy shit,” he pants, rolling off of Sebastian and collapsing back-first onto the mattress. A stream of laughter bubbles up in his chest and he’s so blissed out he can’t attempt to stop it.
“What in the fuck are you laughing at? That was hot,” Sebastian says, voice muffled by the sheets.
“That’s what’s funny,” Kurt sighs, smile gracing the corners of his lips as he waves a dismissive hand. “Who would’ve thought.”
“Everyone who’s ever met us,” Sebastian mumbles. Kurt glares at him. “Whatever, it’s true. Some people just have good sex with each other. Clearly we’re two of them.”
“No disagreement here,” Kurt says, giving Sebastian a poke in the ribs. “Okay, get out of my bedroom.”
“Fuck you. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
“Well then move over, you’re on my side.”
“This is my side.”
“You’re impossible,” Kurt grits out, throwing the condom in his garbage can before yanking the covers over their naked, sticky bodies..
“So not in love with you,” Sebastian mumbles grumpily, voice already heavy with sleep.
“Thank god.” Kurt rolls his eyes and sighs as Sebastian scoots over to spoon behind him. “You’re a cuddler, too? It’s like everything I know is a lie.”
“Deal with it, Hummel.”
“As if I have a choice.”
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6100
Warnings: None.
Summary: Written for this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme: Sebastian sees Kurt's single ladies dance and finds himself suddenly very interested in what else Kurt can do with his hips.
A/N: New ship for me to write! :D I'm so grateful to all of the lovely Kurtbastian shippers for being so wonderful to me as I've started playing in their sandbox. Thank you so much! <3 Title comes from Baby Boy by Beyonce, which is referenced and linked within the song.
It’s been so long since he’s done this, but it feels so good to be back. His hips swivel, thighs burn, arms move in perfect timing with the music. The routine is engrained in every muscle of his body, every second of the choreography as much a part of him as tendon and bone. Years have passed since the last time he allowed himself this luxury, the time to do nothing but get lost in the music and move.
Things have changed so much since then. He’s twenty-five. He’s living in New York. He’s roommates with Blaine, which is something he had anticipated, but as friend instead of lovers, which had definitely not once been part of the plan. They are friends, though. Best friends. Though with time they’d come to not need each other in the romantic sense, the bonds of friendship have never once faltered.
There had been things to adjust to, like not walking around the apartment naked and those first few times when they’d brought someone else home. Those strains had lessened relatively easily. But the one that had taken the most getting used to was Sebastian.
They’d all started over during the spring of Kurt and Sebastian’s senior years, but things hadn’t been good for a long time. Blaine and Sebastian had become actual friends faster than Kurt was willing to give in, but eventually, he had. Now, Sebastian was a frequent leech, sleeping on their couch after nights out at the club, eating their food, having a comment about everything. Yes, they were friends now, but that didn’t mean that Kurt always liked him. Honestly, Kurt didn’t even think that Sebastian liked Sebastian a lot of the time.
Sebastian and Blaine are out for the night. Sebastian had gotten tickets to a basketball game that Kurt had less than zero amounts of interest in attending. So, he’d easily settled for a night in with takeout from his favorite sushi place, a few glasses of wine with a viewing of Funny Girl and a little time to just unwind with the music like he used to regularly so many years ago.
His head is thrown back as the music fades out, the stickiness of sweat clinging his shirt to his back, his muscles buzzing with the excitement of being used in this way after so long.
“Well well well,” a familiar voice says from the doorway. Kurt jumps, squeaks, and slaps a hand over his mouth all at the same time, sending Sebastian erupting into a fit of laughter where he leans against the wall. “Christ, I always forget how jumpy you are.”
“I thought I was alone,” Kurt snips, straightening and crossing his arms over his chest. “How long were you-“
“Long enough,” Sebastian says, pushing off the wall and smiling in the way that Kurt never knows whether or not to trust.
“Well, how I spend my downtime is my own business,” Kurt defends, sitting down and trying to discreetly wipe the dampness from his forehead.
“Some business.”
Kurt doesn’t bother looking up, just grabs the bottle of wine from the table and pours himself another glass.
“So what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be out with Blaine? I knew we shouldn’t have given you a key,” Kurt rambles, rolling his eyes as he lifts his glass only to have it pulled from his hand. He scoffs and turns to watch Sebastian drain the last of it before setting it down heavily on the table. “Excuse you.”
“Blaine’s hooking up with the only even remotely fuckable guy in the place, so I came back here to annoy you. It is my second favorite hobby, after all. Well, third.”
“Behind sacrificing goats and drinking the blood of the innocent?” Kurt asks, refilling the glass again.
“Behind playing racquetball and giving rimjobs,” Sebastian corrects, again attempting to steal Kurt’s glass. Kurt snatches it from his grasp and downs half of it in one long gulp, trying not to let his cheeks flush at Sebastian’s comment. The asshole knows how much Kurt loves getting rimmed. It comes up pretty much every time Kurt gets drunk and loses his filter.
“So you’re only here to annoy me? How lovely,” Kurt rolls his eyes as settles back into the cushion as Sebastian gently takes his glass and sets it on the table untouched.
“You should do that dance again,” Sebastian says, leaning against the arm of the couch and poking Kurt’s thigh with a big toe. His tongue is peaking out of the corner of his mouth and Kurt shakes his head.
“So you can make fun of me? No thank you.”
“Come on,” Sebastian urges, poking him again, now with both feet.
“How drunk are you?”
“Not quite Cinco de Mayo 2016 drunk,” is all Sebastian says before he starts prodding the outside of Kurt’s thigh again. “Come on, sweetcheeks, dance for me.”
“Sweetcheeks? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Well your ass is pretty fabulous these days.” Sebastian stops wriggling his feet and just leaves them there, the tips of his toes touching Kurt’s thigh in a way that’s strangely and unfamiliarly intimate for the two of them.
“Pilates,” Kurt explains. “And lots of lunges.”
“Have to keep your power bottom status intact, eh?” Sebastian teases, the laughter evident in his voice, but Kurt can’t help but take the bait.
“You wish,” Kurt mutters, face flushing bright red as he reaches out to pick up his glass. Sebastian grabs his wrist and pulls him close, Kurt shifting awkwardly until his knees are astride Sebastian’s extended legs and their faces are mere inches apart. His head is a little swimmy from the wine and he knows that there’s absolutely no good reason to be feeling anything other than annoyed at having his evening alone ruined, but Sebastian’s always been good-looking in a really irritating kind of way and he’s so close and his eyes are strangely dark and he smells better than he has any right to and-
“I really, really don’t,” he whispers.
“What are you doing?” Kurt asks, swallowing hard and trying to pull his arm free. It doesn’t work.
“I’ve never seen you dance like that,” Sebastian breathes, gripping Kurt’s wrist tighter and shifting so they’re even closer to touching. “Your hips. I didn’t know you could do that. Be like that. You’re so fucking uptight all the time, I had no idea you could be so… loose.”
“That’s not exactly a part of myself that I like to share with every other person I meet unlike someone I know,” Kurt says, unease prickling over his skin as Sebastian just keeps looking at him, all wide-eyed and big-pupiled and like he’s never seen Kurt before in his entire life.
“But, we’ve danced before. You and I have danced when we’ve gone out and it’s never… you’ve never.”
“I’m sorry, since when are you unable to complete a thought, especially when it involves making me uncomfortable, which this clearly is,” Kurt says, finally finagling his wrist free and dropping to sit on Sebastian’s thighs, trying very very hard to ignore how Sebastian’s hands immediately move to his knees.
“Since I saw you moving your hips like a fucking porn star, that’s when,” Sebastian grins, squeezing lightly before trailing his hands up Kurt’s thighs. Kurt watches, breath held in his chest as he notices every detail from the taut tendons on the backs of Sebastian’s hands to the veins on his forearms to the strength of the fingertips digging into his skin through the thin material of his sweats.
“I was dancing!” Kurt manages to sputter out, trying to scoot back but finding himself unable as Sebastian grips harder.
“I’ve seen dancing. I’ve done dancing. That was not dancing.”
“I wasn’t doing it to give a show. I was just doing it because I wanted to.”
“I know, that’s what makes it so fucking hot,” Sebastian says, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He looks boyishly handsome with arms that are just truly excellent examples of what men’s arms should look like and his eyes, so green and intense, are staring at Kurt’s mouth. Kurt has been sexually active for the better part of a decade. He knows what that means.
“We don’t do this,” Kurt says, shaking his head to rid it of any and all extraneous thoughts. “We’re not doing this.”
“Why the hell not?” Sebastian grins. “I need to see those hips in action. Come on. It’s just sex.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “I know that you think I’m hot. You’re practically drooling all over my arms right now.” Kurt opens his mouth to protest. “And I know how long it’s been since you’ve gotten laid.” His mouth snaps shut and his eyes narrow.
There’s no way Sebastian’s serious about this. In all their years of knowing each other, he’s never once given any indication that he finds Kurt anything other than tolerable or mildly amusing. Kurt folds his arms over his chest, scooting back as Sebastian inches his hands closer to the juncture of thigh and hip. Sebastian just smiles at him.
“Come on, Kurt. Are you going to show me what those hips can do?” Sebastian slides his hands around Kurt’s sides, grabbing onto his ass with both hands and hauling him forward until he’s settled right on top of-well then. “I’m not messing with you. I want this.” He squeezes Kurt’s ass before shifting effortlessly into a sitting position, his lips a breath away. “I want you.”
“Just because of my dancing?”
“What can I say? Beyonce’s always really done it for me,” Sebastian laughs, but there’s no heat there. It’s weak and… breathy. Kurt can feel each exhalation he makes against his lips, can feel the heat of Sebastian’s chest radiating against his own. He’s so hot.
“Oh yeah?” Kurt asks, planting a hand in the middle of Sebastian’s chest and pushing him back a little. Sebastian looks confused, then intrigued as Kurt stands and heads for the stereo system where his iPod is hooked up. With fingers that are shaking just a little, he cues up another song, takes a deep breath, and turns as the music starts.
“Oh my god,” Sebastian breaths out, moving fully into a sitting position, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s face. This is it. This will tell Kurt if Sebastian is really serious about this or if he’s just trying to embarrass him. Worse comes to worse, Kurt blames the dancing on the wine, he endures a bit of teasing for a few weeks, and then they move on.
As Sean Paul’s voice starts to drift through the speakers, Kurt lets his hips move, walking forward slowly until he’s right in front of Sebstian, standing between his spread legs. It’s a little real choreography and a lot of moves he’s making up on the spot, really just trying to swivel and shake and thrust as much as possible. It’s not the first time he’s danced for someone, but it is the first time he’s danced without knowing expressly what was going to come afterward.
Sebastian’s eyes are wide and dark, hands twitching on his thighs, breaths heaving. Kurt chances a look down and tries not to react when he sees that Sebastian is still hard, harder than he had been when Kurt had been straddling his lap. It emboldens him a bit and he allows himself to get lost in the moves. He turns, rolling his hips under Sebastian’s watchful stare, feeling flushed and hot all over from the movements of his body and the pull of arousal twisting low in his stomach.
His shirt is stifling, the thin, clingy material sticking to him and distracting him as he dances. Just before Sean Paul takes over for Beyonce again, Kurt reaches down and yanks the material over his head, tossing it over his shoulder just before he really gets into it.
Hips never stopping, arms moving, he finally gets to put those ridiculous belly dancing classes he’d taken with Mercedes back in college to good use, abs working with fervor as he twists and rocks his hips to the beat. A light moan from Sebastian distracts him, drawing his gaze down to where Sebastian’s rubbing over the hard length of his cock with the heel of his hand through the snug denim of his jeans. Kurt’s own cock takes immediate notice, no longer able to be fully distracted by the rigor of his movements as it starts to harden in his briefs. There’s no sense in trying to hide it. He’s on display in front of Sebastian, sweats clinging to every inch of him as he dances, so he figures he might as well take the whole thing one step further. With bravery he wouldn’t normally possess-wine can really work wonders-Kurt hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats and slowly works them over his hips as he continues to dance.
“Kurt,” Sebastian says reaching out for him, but Kurt steps back.
“No touching,” he teases just before he pulls them below the swell of his ass and lets them drop to the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark gray briefs.
“Fuck. Kurt, stop dancing,” Sebastian says, scooting forward and putting his face level with Kurt’s undulating stomach.
“No,” Kurt smirks, spinning and working his hips even more vigorously until he feels Sebastian stand behind him.
“Please.”
“Don’t think so,” Kurt says, backing up slightly so his ass is pushed into Sebastian’s crotch, pulling a moan out of his throat and bringing his hands to grip Kurt’s hips. “I don’t think you really want me to stop anyway.”
“Yes I do,” Sebastian whispers, one hand sliding to lightly trail over Kurt’s cock, now fully hard and straining toward his hip beneath the fabric of his briefs. Kurt tries not to react, but the touch is so welcome that he melts back into Sebastian’s chest and grinds his hips back hard. “You can’t fuck me while you’re dancing.”
“But it’s such a good song.”
“It is, but I really need you to fuck me, Kurt,” Sebastian moans, jerking forward and rubbing himself against Kurt’s ass. “Now.”
“Now who’s a power bottom?” Kurt asks, smile playing on his lips as Sebastian digs his fingers into Kurt’s hips and growls.
“Shut up.”
“No,” Kurt says, spinning around and hooking his fingers in Sebastian’s belt loops. “You seriously want this?”
“I’m sorry, was my dick rubbing against your ass not enough of a signal?”
“Fuck you,” Kurt rolls his eyes, releasing his grip on Sebastian and taking a step back. Sebastian’s too fast for him, though, closing the distance and fisting a hand in Kurt’s hair, pulling his head back and dipping so their lips brush together.
“Yes, that’s the general idea. So are you going to stop being a tease now, or are you going to make me come in my pants while you fuck the air instead of my ass?” Sebastian asks before crashing his lips against Kurt’s. Kurt moans and grips Sebastian’s biceps, pushing his hips in and rolling them against Sebastian’s.
“As fun as it’d be to leave you all miserable and sticky…” Kurt trails off before Sebastian dives in for another kiss, sucking hard on Kurt’s bottom lip as his fingers tug at Kurt’s hair.
“I should’ve known you’d be a tease. You tease bad enough every day walking around in those tight pants, why was I stupid enough to think that when I asked you to fuck me, you’d just do it?”
“I don’t know, Sebastian, why were you so stupid?” Kurt asks, pulling away and dipping his fingers into the waistband of Sebastian's jeans, untucking his shirt and tugging it over his head instead of unbuttoning it. He doesn’t know exactly why he is being so much of a tease, but something is telling him that Sebastian loves it. Now that he’s made up his mind to actually do this, there’s no sense in not having a little extra fun.
“Bedroom,” Sebastian says, already unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them to the floor to reveal that he’s wearing nothing underneath, cock springing free and drawing in Kurt's attention. Kurt isn’t surprised.
“You would go commando.”
“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it,” Sebastian grins, curling a hand around his cock and slowly stroking it up. Yes, Kurt is definitely enjoying following the movement of Sebastian’s hand, but he doesn’t need to know that. Instead, Kurt just shrugs and heads for his bedroom, toying with the top band of his briefs and pulling them down as he walks.
As soon as they’re in his bedroom, Kurt’s stomach seizes up. Out there, it had been a game. In here, it’s reality. Sebastian is really in his bedroom and they’re really going to have sex. It’s not that Kurt’s complaining, it’s just… unexpected. Definitely not the way he’d thought his night would be going.
“So,” Sebastian grins. “Are you ready to show me what those hips can do?”
“You’ve already seen what they can do,” Kurt says, pulling back his duvet and taking his lube and a condom out of the bedside table’s drawer as his heart thuds in his chest.
“Mmm true,” Sebastian nods, jumping onto the bed and flopping onto his back. “But this is different.”
“Yeah, it is,” Kurt says, nodding and trying to ignore the aching throb in his cock and balls at the sight of Sebastian all naked and spread out on his bed.
“You okay?” Sebastian asks, eyebrows knitted in concern as he props himself up on his elbows.
“I’m fine,” Kurt says quickly, still standing beside the bed and turning the bottle of lube in his hands. “It’s just… weird but not?”
“Well come on, Kurt. It’s not like this can feel like that much of a surprise. We’ve basically been having verbal foreplay since we met.”
“Excuse me?” Kurt blinks, almost dropping the lube. Sebastian laughs loudly and reaches for Kurt, pulling until he’s climbing onto the bed on his knees, cock bobbing as he moves.
“Kurt, come on. All the quips, all the banter. You can’t tell me that never did anything for you.”
“It did for you?”
“Fuck yes,” Sebastian grins. “It’s easy to get guys to want to fuck me. I couldn’t even get you to stand me.”
“I still can’t,” Kurt lies, kneeling between Sebastian’s thighs and urging them further apart.
“I know,” he replies with a lascivious eyebrow wiggle. “But you want me.”
“Not really,” Kurt says, scrunching up his nose and pointedly looking at an arbitrary place on the wall above his bed.
“Bullshit,” Sebastian says, reaching forward and wrapping a hand around Kurt’s hard cock. “Now shut up and fucking kiss me already.”
Kurt sucks in a breath and looks down at Sebastian’s hand where it’s curled around his cock, stroking lightly. He swallows and nods, eyes fixated as Sebastian rubs his thumb over his slit and then bends forward.
“Try not to fall in love with me, okay?” Kurt teases, tongue darting out to lick at Sebastian’s bottom lip. The hand around his cock tightens and he hisses through his teeth at the increase in friction.
“It’s cute that you think I’m even capable of the emotion.”
“You said it, not me,” Kurt grins, lowering his lips and lightly brushing them against Sebastian’s, the ghost of a kiss. Sebastian huffs, frustration evident in every tense inch of his body, and he surges up, neck and shoulders craning from the mattress as he slams their lips together. “So impatient.”
“My cock is about to fall off it’s been hard for so long. My patience quota was lost the second I stepped into the apartment,” Sebastian admits, again lacing his fingers through Kurt’s hair and pulling him down for kiss after kiss. Their lips tug and suck and Kurt doesn’t even remember when they started using tongue, but Sebastian’s is stroking against his and moaning and he can’t remember the last time just kissing made him so damned dizzy. “Been wanting this for so long.”
“What?” Kurt asks, eyebrows furrowing as Sebastian sits up and wraps his arms around Kurt’s back, pressing their chests together and trapping their cocks between their stomachs, the pressure and friction making Kurt’s eyes roll back a bit until he remembers what Sebastian just said.
“Oh come on,” Sebastian grins. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been wanting this for years.” Kurt’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He’s dumbfounded and it makes him freeze there in Sebastian’s lap.
“I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure that I just had an aneurism because there’s no way that you said you’ve been wanting this for years.”
“Why is this such a surprise to you?” Sebastian asks, thankfully looking amused rather than upset or insulted. He leans back on his hands, cock curling toward his stomach in a way that’s just ridiculously distracting.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe because I’ve always been under the impression due to the thinly veiled insults that you merely tolerate me,” Kurt says, crossing his arms over his chest and trying desperately to ignore the throbbing of his cock which doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that the prelude to sex has stopped for the moment. The corner of Sebastian’s mouth turns up in a smile and he sits back up, pressing wet kisses to the column of Kurt’s throat.
“Think about tonight,” Sebastian says, voice lower and rougher than it had been mere seconds ago. Kurt feels himself waver and steadies himself with hands to Sebastian’s biceps, squeezing because it’s entirely necessary in order to maintain balance.
“What about it?”
Sebastian laughs. He’s making fun of him now. Kurt gives the soft skin over Sebastian’s ribs a tweak, causing him to yelp and slap a hand over the offended area.
“Tonight is the first night we’ve ever been alone,” Sebastian says simply, still rubbing at the pinch-reddened patch on his side and glaring at Kurt a little.
“Well that’s just ridic-“ Kurt starts, but then freezes.
Sebastian is right.
He is absolutely right.
In the five or so years that they’ve all been friends, Sebastian has been at his and Blaine’s place a lot. He’s eaten with them and gone out with them and stayed at their place, but Blaine has always been there. Always.
“Huh,” Kurt says, frowning a little before Sebastian licks up the side of his neck. “Couldn’t keep your hands off me once you had the chance?”
“Your fault,” Sebastian accuses between licks and kisses and bites. Kurt’s sure that the skin there is going to be a mess of bruises tomorrow, but it feels so damned good he can’t find it within himself to care. “You and your fucking hips.”
“Not fucking anything with them yet,” Kurt grins, carding his fingers in Sebastian’s hair and pulling his mouth tighter against him. Sebastian groans and rocks his hips up, rubbing their cocks together as he worries the skin just below Kurt’s ear with his teeth.
“On your hands and knees,” Sebastian whispers in his ear, sending a shiver down Kurt’s spine.
“That sounds counterproductive to what’s supposed to be happening here,” Kurt teases, scooting forward and rocking his hips and moaning from the too-dry but still fucking amazing friction of their cocks moving together.
“Don’t care. Won’t take long,” Sebastian says, pressing one final kiss to Kurt’s jaw before pushing at Kurt’s hips until he slides to the mattress.
“So pushy.” Kurt shakes his head and gives Sebastian a look, but it melts almost immediately, giving way to wide-eyed incredulity. “Are you seriously…?”
Sebastian ignores him very pointedly and urges Kurt onto his hands and knees, hands stroking over his body, touching every inch he can easily reach before bending down to bite lightly at the swell of Kurt’s right asscheek.
“Sebastian,” Kurt whines, cock throbbing where it hangs heavily in anticipation of what’s about to come.
“I think that getting to experience two of my three favorite hobbies in one night isn’t too bad,” he says almost absently, mouth hovering over Kurt’s ass as his eager fingers spread Kurt open to him.
“Ohgod,” Kurt sighs as Sebastian’s tongue strokes wetly across his asshole. His arms almost give out at that little movement. He can’t help it. Nothing turns him on more than this. “Sebastian.”
“Mmm?” Sebastian hums questioningly, pulling back from his never-ending stream of languid licks to press a kiss at the base of Kurt’s arched spine.
“Don’t stop. Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?”
“Yeah that whole falling in love with you thing? So not a problem,” Sebastian laughs before starting back in with renewed vigor. His tongue slides and swirls, coiling heat and want up Kurt’s spine and making his cock get even painfully harder than it already is.
“Good,” Kurt chokes out, not wanting to let Sebastian have the last word even if all his mouth wants to be doing at the moment is moaning a stream of swear words. Sebastian chuckles, the vibrations making Kurt squirm and his fingers death-clutch onto the sheets. Wet kisses press to his asshole before Sebastian points his tongue to a stiff peak and starts pushing. “Yes.”
Strong hands grip Kurt’s hips, angling him just so until he absolutely can’t hold himself up any longer. He collapses forward onto the mattress just as the tip of Sebstian’s tongue slips inside. Hot breaths huff against his sensitive skin as Sebastian alternates between long, leisurely licks that curl Kurt’s toes and short thrusts inside that leave Kurt shifting so he can fist his cock in time with the stroking of Sebastian’s tongue.
“Don’t you come yet,” Sebastian practically growls, breaths heaving.
“Then stop. I’m so close,” Kurt says, because honestly, they’ll never get to where they’re planning if he doesn’t. Sebastian makes a little grunting noise of complaint, pushing his tongue inside one more time before again biting down on Kurt’s ass, giving his hip a playful swat before pushing him onto his side.
“Okay, fuck me now,” Sebastian grins, flopping onto the mattress and curling a hand around his cock, jerking himself off slowly as Kurt glares at him and tries to rise into a kneeling position despite the fact that his legs absolutely do not want to be working at the moment.
“Not unless you ask nicely.” Kurt picks up the lube and begins slicking up his fingers as he raises an eyebrow at Sebastian. Sebastian rolls his eyes.
“Please oh please, Kurt, will you put your cock in my ass now?” he deadpans, pausing the motion of his hand before giving the base a visibly forceful squeeze.
“Certainly,” Kurt says. “Knees up, come on.” Sebastian grumbles, but does as requested, tenting his legs around Kurt’s body. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and watches intently as Kurt reaches down and out of sight, gently trailing his fingers in circles around Sebastian’s asshole.
“No teasing.”
“I’m not teasing, I’m getting you ready,” Kurt says, stroking over one of Sebastian’s long, lean thighs as he increases the pressure of his finger.
“I’m not some blushing virgin, Kurt, just stick a finger in me already.”
“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot for a second what a slut you are,” Kurt teases, no venom in his voice as he pushes a finger inside.
“Fuck you,” Sebastian grunts, hips rolling as Kurt slowly slides his finger until his palm is flush with Sebastian’s ass. The tight grip of his asshole around Kurt’s finger makes his stomach flutter with anticipation.
“I thought I was fucking you.”
“Semantics,” Sebastian pants. “More fingers, come on, Kurt.” Kurt obliges immediately, pulling out his finger and adding his middle one alongside it as he pushes inside, crooking his fingers until Sebastian curses at the ceiling, back wrenching off the mattress. “Oh fuck, Kurt.”
“Hmm?” Kurt asks, biting the tip of his tongue as he stares at the way Sebastian’s stretched so pink and pretty around his fingers. Without waiting to be begged, he adds a third, fingers almost slipping out on the first stroke inward as Sebastian’s body writhes beneath him. He’s so responsive that it makes Kurt’s cock twitch, imagining what it’s going to feel like when he’s buried deep inside if Sebastian keeps… wriggling like this. He digs the fingers of his free hand into Sebastian’s lower stomach, splaying them wide as he tries to keep him still enough to actually get Sebastian ready for his cock.
“Oh god,” Sebastian says, looking down at Kurt’s hand spread on his abdomen, the muscles beneath Kurt’s fingers twitching deliciously as his hips roll with the steady thrusting of Kurt’s fingers.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” Kurt teases, moving his fingers to massage Sebastian’s prostate again.
“Oh fuck you,” Sebastian groans. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Damned right I am. You look…” Kurt says before he can stop himself, licking his lips as he drinks Sebastian in. He’s long and tan and muscled, hands reached up to cling to the headboard for stability as Kurt fucks him with his fingers.
“Hot. I know.” Kurt presses his fingers up, effectively shutting Sebastian up again. His hips buck up so hard it threatens to dislodge Kurt’s fingers completely. Kurt takes that as a sign that Sebastian really is ready to go. He slowly pulls his fingers out, taking a second to look at where his fingers had just been buried and biting back a moan at the sight.
The sound of plastic crinkling shakes him back to reality half a second before the feeling of Sebastian’s hands rolling a condom onto him do. His eyes fly open wide, watching as Sebastian does his thing, then picking up the lube and stroking over Kurt’s cock, hand taking more time than necessary to map out the skin beneath the thin sheath of latex.
Kurt leans in and kisses Sebastian, sucking a moan from between his lips along with his tongue, stroking his own against it before releasing it with a wet pop. Sebastian stares at him, mouth open, eyes dark. He grabs Kurt by the back of the neck and pulls him in until their foreheads are pressed together as he wraps his legs around Kurt’s waist. One hand scrambling for purchase on the sheets, Kurt adjusts until he’s leaning forward, knees wide, nose nuzzling against Sebastian’s as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down the crack of Sebastian’s ass. Little by little, he narrows his motions until he’s pressed right against Sebastian’s asshole. As he rocks his hips forward hard enough to breach the tight rings of muscle, he kisses Sebastian hard, all tongue and teeth and moaning as he pushes inside.
“Yes,” Sebastian exhales through a grin, head dropping back so Kurt can get at his neck. As he tries really hard not to come on the spot like an inexperienced teenager, Kurt licks over Sebastian’s Adam’s apple and sucks on the skin beneath the jut of his jaw, continue to slowly thrust inside until his balls are pressed against Sebastian’s ass.
“Wow,” Kurt says, voice hardly audible over the harshness of Sebastian’s panting breaths.
“You feel incredible,” Sebastian tells him, reaching for Kurt’s shoulders. “Dance for me.”
“What?” Kurt asks, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting right back in.
“Do the dance. Either one. Don’t care.”
“Right now?” Kurt asks. “I’m kind of busy.” He punctuates his statement with a forceful thrust and Sebastian moans loudly at the contact. It figures that he likes it rough.
“If you stop fucking me, I’ll murder you in your sleep,” Sebastian warns. “No, do it inside of me.” Kurt stops, hips stuttering as he stills.
“You want me to… oh…”
“Is that a problem?”
“No… no, it’s definitely not a problem,” Kurt says. “It’s just kind of hard to focus on choreography when…”
Sebastian looks like the dictionary definition of sex-hair mussed, lips swollen, skin reddened, cock hard and leaking onto his stomach, thighs and abs tensed. Kurt snaps his hips forward until he’s buried as deep as he can go, but he knows that he can get deeper. With sweat-slicked hands, he grabs Sebastian’s thighs and eases them off of his waist so he can drape his knees over his shoulders, pressing forward until the fronts of Sebastian’s thighs are against his own chest.
Kurt straightens just a little, hands gripping Sebastian’s thighs as he thrusts shallow and quick into Sebastian a few times just to get a hold on himself. He can do this.
The first few movements are hesitant. It’s not like he can completely do the dance, but he can definitely make this work. If only he had his music…
“Keep going,” Sebastian says, ankles digging into the backs of Kurt’s shoulders.
Kurt huffs and grabs harder onto Sebastian’s thighs as he folds him in tighter, altering the angle of his thrusts and making them both moan. “Yeah just like that. Dance.”
Kurt rolls his hips more eagerly now, fragments of the choreography flitting through in his movements as he thrusts and undulates into Sebastian. Each thrust sends spikes of pleasure through him, each moan Sebastian lets out bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Sebastian’s asshole stroking around his cock feels unreal, bringing the perfect amount of friction and heat, and god, Sebastian just can’t hold still. His hips are constantly moving in perfect counterpoint to Kurt’s movements. He anticipates and reacts so much that Kurt is tempted to flip him over and fuck him with his entire body pinned to the mattress just to see how he would react.
“Getting close,” Sebastian tells him, forcing a hand between his stomach and thighs so he can wrap it around his cock.
“Me too,” Kurt groans, thrusting in hard and grinding once he’s pressed against Sebastian’s ass. He works his abs, swirling them and finally fully getting his money's worth out of that stupid belly dancing class as he fucks Sebastian deep.
Sebastian’s practically hyperventilating he’s breathing so hard, arm moving lightning fast as he strokes himself. Kurt pulls out just a little, sliding the sensitive head of his cock over his prostate in tiny and firm strokes until Sebastian is yelling and coming, his ankles locked painfully over Kurt’s shoulders, pulling him even closer as he works through. When he’s finished, his legs drop and fall open on the bed, his entire body limp and sated, his face relaxed and smiling. Kurt isn’t finished, though.
He eases Sebastian onto his stomach and straddles the backs of his thighs, spreading his cheeks as he pushes back inside.
“Oh fuck,” Sebastian cries out, fingers tensing in the sheets, back muscles ripping as he adjusts to the new sensation. Sebastian feels so tight like this, Kurt almost comes the second he’s inside, but he manages to get in a dozen or so rapid strokes, the only sound in the room skin-on-skin and ragged breaths and needy moans.
When Kurt comes, his whole body goes tense, every muscle and bone in his body locked tight as he spills streak after streak of come into the condom.
“Holy shit,” he pants, rolling off of Sebastian and collapsing back-first onto the mattress. A stream of laughter bubbles up in his chest and he’s so blissed out he can’t attempt to stop it.
“What in the fuck are you laughing at? That was hot,” Sebastian says, voice muffled by the sheets.
“That’s what’s funny,” Kurt sighs, smile gracing the corners of his lips as he waves a dismissive hand. “Who would’ve thought.”
“Everyone who’s ever met us,” Sebastian mumbles. Kurt glares at him. “Whatever, it’s true. Some people just have good sex with each other. Clearly we’re two of them.”
“No disagreement here,” Kurt says, giving Sebastian a poke in the ribs. “Okay, get out of my bedroom.”
“Fuck you. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
“Well then move over, you’re on my side.”
“This is my side.”
“You’re impossible,” Kurt grits out, throwing the condom in his garbage can before yanking the covers over their naked, sticky bodies..
“So not in love with you,” Sebastian mumbles grumpily, voice already heavy with sleep.
“Thank god.” Kurt rolls his eyes and sighs as Sebastian scoots over to spoon behind him. “You’re a cuddler, too? It’s like everything I know is a lie.”
“Deal with it, Hummel.”
“As if I have a choice.”