30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Lucky Number 13
It's lucky day thirteen of our June 30 Days of Puckurt drabble fest!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG ( Read more... )
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG ( Read more... )
Puck grabs the bottle, flipping the cap open with his thumb, and nods. “Oh yeah.”
As Puck slicks his fingers, Kurt comes in close so that their chests are brushing, and licks a path up Puck’s neck from his collarbone to the base of his ear. Kurt is nibbling on the lobe of Puck’s ear, teeth and tongue working in tandem, when Puck trails one lube-slick finger down the crack of his ass and circles his opening.
Kurt groans and rolls his hips back as the tip of Puck’s finger slips inward, the burning stretch a delicious almost-pain leaving him digging his fingers into the defined muscles of Puck deltoids. “More,” he pants out, groaning and writhing above Puck as his request is answered.
Using two fingers to press in and out of Kurt’s ass, Puck scissors and circles within the tight channel, feeling it open up for him.
“Hurry up,” Kurt says as he moves his hips back onto the fingers, fucking himself on them. “I want you in me, Noah.”
Puck moans, adding more lube to his fingers by drizzling it between Kurt’s cheeks, and steadily presses a third finger inside. “Patience, princess. Just let me -”
Kurt bites at Puck’s throat, leaving marks as he goes, and groans out, “Now, now, now - I’m ready. Come on, Noah, do it.”
Pulling his fingers out and letting the bottle of lube drop to the bed, Puck quickly smoothes the rest of the lube on his fingers across the length of his cock, biting his lip at the stimulation. Kurt moves so that he is hovering just over Puck’s cock, the tip of it dragging over his ass cheeks and leaving trails of pre-come in its wake.
Letting out a groan as Kurt reaches back and grabs his erection in hand, fingers rubbing him and sliding easily with the help of the lube, Puck watches Kurt’s face. The man is biting his lips in concentration as he lines Puck up with his entrance, a flush of arousal spreading from his neck up to his cheeks and sweat beading on his forehead.
Kurt pushes down slowly with a steady pressure, the head of Puck’s cock stretching at his entrance, until with a sudden slick movement, Puck feels himself slide in halfway. They groan together and Kurt stills for a moment, getting used to the girth of Puck within him, before he relaxes his muscles and slides the rest of the way down.
They kiss messily as Kurt sits in Puck lap fully, his straining erection pressed against Puck’s stomach. Kurt starts to roll and circle his hips in little movements, clenching and unclenching his internal muscles around Puck’s cock as he does so.
Puck throws his head back as Kurt graduates to bouncing, using his legs to lift himself up a few inches before dropping back down and repeating. Feeling the strain of Kurt’s muscles as he moves his hands over Kurt’s thighs, Puck brings his legs up, bending them at the knee, to help support Kurt’s back.
Smiling down at him in thanks, Kurt goes faster, his hair falling over his forehead and sticking to the sweat there. He looks amazing. Perfect.
It only takes a few minutes before Kurt starts to slow, his thighs burning from the exertion, and Puck grabs hold of his hips to help. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, joining the cacophony of noise created by their pants and moans.
Puck suddenly starts to thrusts up, using his strong musculature in counterpoint to the awkward way he is sitting, and almost lifts Kurt from the bed with each sharp shift. The other man lets out a string of “ah, ah, ah”s, the telltale sign that Puck is nailing his prostrate with every move.
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Kurt is close, pre-come leaking from his erection steadily, slicking Puck’s hand and dripping to his stomach. Puck can feel the tightening of Kurt’s internal muscles as they start to spasm, and then Kurt looses all rhythm, bouncing raggedly above him and moaning incoherently.
“Come on, come on,” Puck grits out, adding a sharp twist to every upward stroke of his fist, and then grins as Kurt goes taut and arches back. White semen spurts from Kurt, streaks of it catching on Puck’s stomach and chest, and he presses down so that Puck is deep within him as his orgasm is ripped from his body.
Puck teeth are clenched together as he watches, feels, Kurt come down from his orgasm - he’s on edge, so close, and he needs to move.
Thrusting hard, sharp and quickly, Puck wraps his arms around Kurt to hold him close. It doesn’t take long, less than a minute, and Puck feels his balls pull up as pleasure thrums throughout him. He thrusts deep and hard as he comes, trying to be as completely inside Kurt as he can, and lets out a breathy grunt.
Kurt is languid, wrapped in Puck’s arms, and occasionally uses what strength he has to squeeze his ass around Puck as he comes. He moans appreciatively as he feels Puck’s come paint his insides, and rubs the side of his face against Puck’s.
When Puck is finished they stay pressed together, panting from the exertion and just letting the remnants of pleasure wash over them. It’s comfortable, and as the sweat starts to cool on their bodies, content.
“I’d say that was the perfect way to christen our bed.”
“No really?” Puck chuckles, the rumbles of his chest running through into Kurt.
Kurt slaps him lightly on his shoulder and says, “Don’t get all sarcastic with me. That’s my job. Besides, don’t you want to christen the kitchen counter, too?”
Puck groans deep in his throat, the thought sending shots of arousal to him far too soon. Who knew getting their first place together would be so awesome?
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Also, NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR PORN. ESPECIALLY LONG PORN.
:D
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Coherency can suck it.
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*sad face but grabs it anyway because gold stars are a metaphor and metaphors are important (;*
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<3
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