Today is day twenty of the
30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June! Only 10 days left. Are we happy or sad about that? ;)
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Noah took everything slow, wanting Kurt to be comfortable. This was new for both of them in some capacity.
When Noah was completely inside Kurt, there was a pause, and each breath seemed to take hours instead of seconds. Noah looked down into those greenish-blue eyes and gasped. He’d never felt anything like this. “I love you, Kurt. I love you so much.”
Kurt pulled him down by the mohawk to bring their lips together. “I love you, Noah.”
Once they started moving, even though their actions were smooth and eventually speedy, everything seemed to remain slow and thoughtful. Every thrust had Kurt’s back arching, his pale skin shimmering with perspiration. Moans filled the room except when their mouths came together again. Noah’s lips always seemed to be occupied, whether they were on Kurt’s neck or trailing across his jaw to meet those lips again.
And when they came, it was together with Kurt’s arms wrapped around Noah’s shoulders and Noah’s face pressed against Kurt’s neck, trying to get as close to the other boy as possible.
Then everything was deep breaths, sweat dampened skin and private smiles.
It was the most beautiful thing Noah had ever experienced.
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