I was in dire need of prompts, one thing led to another and soon I found myself fangirling
abusing_sarcasm's upcoming as-for-now in progress fic, in which what happens in Vegas doesn't exactly stay there. And it's awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I had to draw some art for it. Included is a short snippet from the story itself, posted with the author's permission. ♥
Karofsky doesn’t answer, not in words anyway, but he looms over Kurt, leaning in until his mouth is millimeters from Kurt’s.
They stay there for a heated second, breathing in each other’s air, until Kurt can’t take it anymore. He arches against Karofsky, closing the miniscule distance between them.
Karofsky grunts like Kurt’s gut-punched him, but he attacks Kurt’s mouth with determination. Kurt’s very much afraid that he swoons a little then, but he can’t really help that. He just focuses on kissing back, worried about his rum-breath and his lack of expertise and whether or not anyone will catch them.
Then Karofsky runs his tongue along Kurt’s bottom lip, and Kurt forgets all his worries. The room is spinning maddeningly, and at this point, Kurt isn’t actually sure what’s causing that.
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