30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 16
Today is day sixteen of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June! We're past the hump, so hang in there, y'all!
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Scream
The mattress below them is squeaking with every move and the headboard rattles against the wall so loudly that were anybody else actually in the house, they would instantly know what was happening. Noah is working hard, the muscles of his back rippling from his effort as he thrusts forward into Kurt.
Their pace is fast, a flurry of undulating hips and sweat-slicked skin as Kurt struggles to keep his ankles hooked high on Noah’s back as the larger man pants above him. Noah is pulling almost all of the way out of Kurt’s body before slamming back in, enjoying the sight of Kurt lost in ecstasy under him.
Kurt’s chin is tipped down as he moans, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open. His hands are bunching handfuls of sheets together as he grasps them desperately, and his cock, a pretty shade of pink that contrasts exquisitely with the pallor of his skin, is rigid and twitching against his abdomen as Noah pounds into him.
Noah aims his next thrust a little upward, jerking his hips in hard, and smirks widely at Kurt’s corresponding moan - long and drawn out. And loud.
Licking his lips and feeling a wave of self-satisfaction, Noah leans forward over Kurt, propping himself over the other man by planting his hands on either side of Kurt’s head, and rolls his hips even faster. The reaction is instant.
A loud “uhhhh” escapes Kurt’s lips, spilling out without a single filter, and the man starts thrashing a little, a deep red flush moving from his face to infuse his neck and chest. Noah is rubbing against his prostrate with every stroke now, building a fire of pleasure within Kurt.
Noticing the reaction, Noah bends even further forward, coming to rest on his elbows, his body wrapping around Kurt’s even more fully. He brings his face in close, keeping up the fast pace as he goes, and kisses Kurt hard, pressing his tongue between the plump, rosy lips to plunder the mouth that opens for him.
Kurt’s tongue battles with his, and Noah groans when Kurt sucks on the organ, a fast movement that he abandons quickly to worry Noah’s bottom lip between his teeth instead. His boy really does have an amazing mouth.
At a particularly hard thrust from Noah, his erection filling and stretching Kurt wide open, Kurt throws his head back into the pillows and away from Noah’s mouth, letting out a string of breathy moans. Noah can feel Kurt’s internal muscles starting to clamp down around him as the other man orgasms, body going taut and nipples moving with his heaving chest.
Taking the opportunity as it appears, Noah grabs onto Kurt’s hips and thrusts into him in fast jabs, rutting wildly into the spot that has Kurt arching his back and clawing at the sheets.
The sight is beautiful; Kurt writing beneath him, thrashing in overwhelming pleasure. All it takes is Noah grinding in hard, circling his hips and filling Kurt completely with his length and girth, for the brunette to throw his head back once again and wail, voice high and rough as it escapes his throat.
The noise sends thrills of pure pleasure through Noah, and as it rings out through the air, he feels himself fall over the edge, grunting and groaning as he stills in Kurt’s body, his cock twitching as it fills the condom with his seed.
Noah pants as he comes down, head swimming and muscles shaking from exertion. He leans forward again, sees the spatters of come over Kurt’s abdomen and chest, and raises a brow when he catches glazed blue-green eyes watching him.
“I told you I could make you scream.”
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His boy really does have an amazing mouth.
<3
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God lord that was hot! Remarkable job hun.
Loved it!
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Scream 2.0
Finn frowns as he hears a knock on the front door and quickly shoves the carton of leftover Chinese food back into the fridge. He isn’t supposed to be eating it anyway, but he got home an hour early from practice and his stomach is practically consuming itself.
Another knock sounds out, and Finn walks toward the door quickly, pausing at the bottom stairs for a second when he thinks he hears something from above, but then shakes his head and keeps moving. No body else should be home yet; it must have been his imagination.
Turning the deadbolt and pulling the door open, Finn looks down, way down, until he sees a head of black curly hair. “Oh,” he says as he opens the screen, “hey Blaine.”
“Hi Finn,” Blaine says, rocking on his toes and shoving his hands into the pockets of his grey dress pants. “Is Kurt here?”
Finn’s eyebrows pull together and he frowns in thought. “Did you guys make plans or something? Because I’m pretty sure he said he would be at the mall this afternoon.”
Blaine’s shoulders droop a little, but he smiles at Finn anyway and says, “Okay - thanks anyway.” He starts to move away from the door when a loud noise of some sort echoes throughout the house.
Finn jumps and looks behind him, eyes catching on the stairs; the noise seemed to come from the upper level of the house.
“What was that?” Blaine asks, thick eyebrows raised high.
Finn shakes his head and says, “I have no idea. I didn’t think anyone was home, dude.” His eyes are wide when he turns back to Blaine.
They hear a loud ‘thump’ that rattles through the walls, and then a load groan.
“Is that - is that Kurt?” Blaine is moving forward, stepping a little into the house so he is beside Finn.
“Yeah,” Finn breathes, “I think so. Do you - do you think he’s hurt?”
Both of them start moving toward the stairs, not even bothering to close the front door. When they reach the bottom landing, Finn looks behind him as though checking to see that Blaine is still there.
Just then there is a series of thuds against one of the walls, loud and thrumming, and a high voice yells out loudly; this time it is most definitely Kurt.
Blaine and Finn’s eyes meet, wide and worried, and then they start to rush up the stairs, bursting into the hallway above wildly. They move as one toward Kurt’s door, but Finn trips over something, stumbling against the wall to catch himself. When he looks down he sees a red and white McKinley football jacket with the number ‘20’ emblazoned on it.
Before either of them can reach the door to Kurt’s room, Blaine having been blocked by Finn’s stumbling gait from running ahead, all goes silent. Finn motions for Blaine to be quiet, and starts tiptoeing the rest of the way down the hall.
Blaine has his cell phone in his hand, fingers ready to dial, and his heart beats fast in his chest.
Finn, pressed against the wall just outside of Kurt’s door, which is cracked open about four inches, slowly cranes his neck to look inside. The second he does so, however, he jerks back, one hand coming up to cover his mouth in horror.
Blaine, panic growing, tries to move past Finn and into the room, but is stopped by Finn reaching out an arm and holding him back. The tall boy stares down at him, eyes wide and shocked, and shakes his head back and forth urgently.
Before Blaine can ask what the hell he saw, someone speaks from within Kurt’s room.
“I told you I could make you scream.”
A sound, like that of flesh slapping against flesh, cracks through the air. “Shut up, Puckerman.” It’s Kurt, breathless and silky, but with no animosity in his tone.
The pieces all fit themselves together in Blaine’s mind; the thudding, the moans and the scream, the McKinley football jacket. His mouth slowly falls open, shock filling him, and then embarrassment.
As he and Finn trade another look and start to slowly back away, toward the staircase, Blaine thinks that that could have been disastrous. Although, he muses as he watches Finn’s face go from grey to an almost-green shade, he supposes that Finn might never recover.
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Thanks <3
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