Kurt/Sebastian: No Means Yes and Yes Means More (NC-17)
Title: No Means Yes and Yes Means More
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~900
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Bondage. Illusions of non-con (actually part of play). Barebacking.
Summary: Kurt and Sebastian are trying something new. Something bright pink and new.
"Kurt. I changed my mind."
"Hmm?" Kurt asks, feigning distraction as he yanks the final rope in place.
"You heard me. I don't want to do this," Sebastian repeats, wriggling against the mattress and testing his holds. They're strong, unrelenting. Kurt beams and Sebastian huffs.
Sebastian's a sight to behold--eyes wide and pleading, hands secured to bed posts and ankles attached to a bright pink spreader bar Kurt had purchased just because of how much it annoys Sebastian.
"You look amazing," Kurt says, scooting forward until his knees are pressed against the garish pink metal, urging Sebastian's legs up until they're bent just right, creating a lovely frame for Sebastian's cock, already flushed and hard and curled--so curved to the left in a way that makes Kurt's mouth water.
"Untie me," Sebastian demands.
"Mmmm no," Kurt practically purrs, pressing a kiss to Sebastian's knee before grabbing the bar and lifting.
"Hey," Sebastian protests as he's exposed where he's already prepped and slick from Kurt's fingers not five minutes earlier. "Kurt, stop."
"Don't think so," Kurt says, lightly biting down on his bottom lip before carefully finagling the bar over his head and down his back until it's pressed against his lower back. He grips it from behind, testing the push of it there as he knows Sebastian will be yanking forward, and grins. Scooting forward on his knees, Kurt spreads them wide beneath Sebastian's long, taut thighs until he's positioned just where he wants to be. "Hold the bar still for me." Sebastian rolls his eyes but obliges as Kurt lets go of the bar to guide his cock into place, immediately pushing forward until just the head of his cock is buried inside of Sebastian's tight--always soso tight--and perfect asshole.
"Kurt," Sebastian groans, hands tugging sharply at their restraints. "Want to touch you."
"No," Kurt says, sliding in another few inches faster than he usually does, but Sebastian is ready. The intentionally overlong prepping session has ensured this for precisely this reason.
"Then touch me. Come on, Kurt. I'm so close already."
"And why are you so close?" Kurt asks, bottoming out with a light moan, relishing the feeling of his balls pressing tight against Sebastian's perfect, perky ass.
"Your fingers. Oh god," Sebastian breaks off as Kurt pulls back and thrusts in just right to work his cock over Sebastian's prostate just like he had most of the time he'd been fingering him. "Kurt. Please touch me."
"No, you're going to come just like this," Kurt says, going for resolute but falling somewhere around Really Fucking Horny instead. The feeling of Sebastian all around him is intoxicating. It numbs and dulls everything, makes his body worthless for anything other than prolonging the feeling or making it more intense. Every time they're together, there's an underlying sense of moremoremore that's impossible to ignore.
"I need to come," Sebastian whines, high and needy as Kurt increases the speed of his thrusts, worrying more about gripping onto the bar and increasing the pressure of it against his skin.
"Then come. No one's stopping you," Kurt sasses breathlessly, pressure building in the base of his spine, spiraling out and tensing up all of his limbs.
"Oh fuck. Yes. Harder, please, harder."
Kurt is happy to oblige.
No longer worrying at all about finesse, Kurt fucks Sebastian hard, using the bar for leverage to counter the force of his thrusts and licking over his lips at the way Sebastian's toes are spreading and curling and wriggling in the air, at the way his thighs are tight with exertion and his abs and chest are glistening with sweat. Kurt's looking just as worse for the wear, his chest and neck hot and flushed red, sweat beading everywhere it can find purchase, his palms slick with lube and sweat causing them to slide against the bar in a way that makes him want to rock forward even more roughly.
He doesn't have time to, though, because Sebastian's busy coming untouched, cock bobbing enticingly in the air as it spurts streaks of white all over his stomach.
"Fuck," Sebastian practically screams, back arching, arms pulling so hard on the ropes that Kurt's honestly a little terrified for the future of their antique four-poster bed, and his legs jerk forward, yanking Kurt close from the bar against his back and almost sending Kurt toppling forward onto his chest. Kurt lets go at the last second and plants hands on either side of Sebastian's waist, death-gripping the sheets and snapping his hips forward three more times before he's coming hot and hard into Sebastian.
"Hmm," Kurt hums, arms quivering as they fight to maintain the ability to hold him up any longer.
"The New Directions were better than the Warblers," Sebastian manages to get out through tired, practically panting puffs of breath. Kurt laughs and sits back on his haunches, carefully pulling out as he goes.
"Best safeword ever," he grins, making quick work of untying Sebastian and pressing gentle, lingering kisses to each reddened limb before flopping onto the mattress beside his boyfriend.
"If you say so, babe," Sebastian says, pulling Kurt close and kissing his forehead. "That was so hot."
"It was," Kurt agrees, resting his cheek against Sebastian's chest and draping one arm over him. "We can clean up later, right?"
"I'm not getting up right now."
"Good, me either."