30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 15
Ooh, babies! Halfway done!
Today is day fifteen of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June!
Here are the posting rules for the drabbles; please remember to include a rating in your subject line if your fic is anything higher than PG!
As patchfire mentioned, we're looking for one or more talented graphic designers who would be willing to design one or ( Read more... )
Today is day fifteen of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June!
Here are the posting rules for the drabbles; please remember to include a rating in your subject line if your fic is anything higher than PG!
As patchfire mentioned, we're looking for one or more talented graphic designers who would be willing to design one or ( Read more... )
Kurt’s fingers scramble desperately across the slick shower tiles for purchase, little breathy moans flowing from between his lips constantly. Hot water is raining down on him, pelting his bare chest and stomach, sliding over his soft, smooth skin in winding rivulets.
As his fingers slip again, sending him tipping back to land against the shower wall with a ‘thud’, two large hands grip his hips firmly, holding him in place. Kneeling before him, naked and beneath the shower’s torrent of water, Puck grins and licks his lips.
“Hold on tight, princess, ‘cos you’re in for the ride of your life.”
Kurt only manages to roll his eyes skyward before any rejoinder he is thinking of is whipped from his mind without ever getting the chance to pass his lips.
Puck has leaned forward, fingers tightening on Kurt’s hips, and engulfed half of his cock in one swift move. Kurt jerks against the hands holding him and moans, throwing his head back hard to hit against the tiles.
It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before; hot and moist and moving. Puck is using his tongue to massage the underside of Kurt’s erection, tracing the more prominent veins, and Kurt can’t even begin to describe how wonderful it feels.
Looking back down as he feels Puck pulling back, cheeks hollowed, Kurt groans at the sight. He had never considered seeing Puck kneeling before him, Kurt’s throbbing and flush erection stretching him lips, would be so arousing. Kurt never wants this to end.
Puck uses the tip of his tongue to trace around the flared head of Kurt’s erection, flicks over the slit where pre-come is beading, and then sinks back down. He does this several times, head bobbing and eyes closed as he works Kurt hard and fast.
The sensations are too much, and Kurt knows he won’t last much longer. Puck’s mouth feels amazing, more amazing then anything they’ve done before.
“I’m - I’m. Oh my,” he gasps out, trying to warn Puck, but the other man rips his words away with a faster pace and a twirling tongue.
Everything is building, coiling in him; a giant ball of pleasure that roils madly, ready to explode outward. He wants desperately to just come, let himself go, and he’s so close.
One of Puck’s hands disappears from his hips and a light touch brushes up Kurt’s leg until it reaches the gentle crease between thigh and buttock.
Kurt can stop - he presses one hand to the back of Puck head, feels the soft stripe of hair under his finger tips, and watches as Puck takes him all the way in. At the same time, Puck’s wandering fingers slip up between his legs and press just behind his balls, massaging a spot that sends sparks of pleasure throughout him.
It’s too much, and Kurt lets out a loud whimper, the noise high and choked, and spasms, arching and trembling, as he comes.
He can feel Puck’s throat working around him, those wonderful fingers keeping their pressure, and Kurt gasps as his orgasm is worked from his body continuously. Black dots dance in Kurt’s vision and his hearing flickers in and out briefly as the last of his semen is swallowed by a talented mouth.
So lost in his pleasure, Kurt doesn’t notice Puck pulling away and standing until there is a broad chest against his own and strong hands resting on his waist.
“Good?” Puck smirks cockily, licking a little spatter of come from his lower lip.
Not able to find words, Kurt nods and moves in quick, diving into Puck’s mouth for a sloppy kiss. There is a taste there, him he realizes, that is foreign, but not bad, and Kurt follows it with his tongue, licking as much of it as he can from Puck’s mouth.
They pull back, lips swollen and the taste of come on their tongues, just in time for the shower water to drop to an uncomfortably cold temperature.
“So,” Puck says as he reaches over and turns the taps off, “have I convinced you?”
Kurt raises one delicate brow. “What? That showers are a worthwhile endeavour, or that blow jobs are most definitely worth the switch from bathing?”
Puck shrugs. “Both.”
Looking Puck up and down, Kurt says, “I don’t know. I think we may have to try again.” Leaning forward and wrapping his hand around Puck’s hard and leaking erection, Kurt continues, “But for now, I think we should take care of this.”
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And much cheerier than yesterday's :D :D
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Thank you :D
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Loved this. Very hot indeed.
*fans self*
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Thank you <3
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And now you're at the half-way point! I love how you've been varying your drabble categories, angst to smut and whatever in between. Keeps me looking forward to more!
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I'm having fun going from one extreme to another (or somewhere between :P).
Thanks for reading, hon! ♥
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This was just hnng!
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Thank you :D
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