Glee Fic: Good Feeling
Title: Good Feeling (Won’t You Stay With Me Just a Little Longer)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Overstimulation \o/
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Kurt has an overstimulation kink.
A/N: This was a Five Acts fill for the lovely and talented hoosierbitch, and I can’t believe I haven’t posted it here yet! Title is a song by The Violent Femmes.
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“No.” Kurt said, his tone tense, breathy. Blaine backed off.
”Please,” he begged, and Blaine began to rub his dick again, the cum from the last two times Kurt had climaxed already drying, the friction almost punishing.
”No!” Again Blaine backed off.
”Pleeeease,” Kurt gasped, his eyes screwed tightly shut, tears leaking out of them. Blaine took the head of his cock into his fist and rotated his wrist, squeezing tightly.
”Ohmygod!” Kurt gasped, pulling away from the contact while at the same time grasping onto Blaine’s wrist and holding the hand tight against the turgid flesh.
“Well, which is it?” Blaine asked patiently. They went through this nearly every time, and he never tired of it - the begging and the desperation. Kurt loved the pain of it almost as much as he loved the act of coming itself.
”Harder,” Kurt whispered, putting his arms over his head and grasping onto the wrought iron headboard, a high-pitched whine sounding in his throat. He wouldn’t interfere again.
Blaine tugged at his boyfriend’s cock, his rough palm rasping over the sensitive skin, increasing the speed and friction as he went, squeezing the purple head with his thumb until finally Kurt came dry with a cry that was more whimper than shout, his entire body convulsing with it. Blaine pulled him closer, cradled his head against his shoulder and held onto him until his trembling subsided, stroking the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and planting soft kisses there.
“Ooooh,” Kurt said, his voice shaky. He put his arms around Blaine’s neck and clung to him. “Thank you.”
Blaine smiled at him, wiped a stray tear from his face and licked it off his thumb. Kurt was always so grateful every single time, but to Blaine, he was hardly doing him a favor. He loved watching the way Kurt’s body responded to his touch, the way his breathing stuttered when he was so far gone and yet begging for more sensation. It was like Kurt was an instrument, and Blaine its master.
“No, thank you.”
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Thank you for your time.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Overstimulation \o/
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Kurt has an overstimulation kink.
A/N: This was a Five Acts fill for the lovely and talented hoosierbitch, and I can’t believe I haven’t posted it here yet! Title is a song by The Violent Femmes.
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“No.” Kurt said, his tone tense, breathy. Blaine backed off.
”Please,” he begged, and Blaine began to rub his dick again, the cum from the last two times Kurt had climaxed already drying, the friction almost punishing.
”No!” Again Blaine backed off.
”Pleeeease,” Kurt gasped, his eyes screwed tightly shut, tears leaking out of them. Blaine took the head of his cock into his fist and rotated his wrist, squeezing tightly.
”Ohmygod!” Kurt gasped, pulling away from the contact while at the same time grasping onto Blaine’s wrist and holding the hand tight against the turgid flesh.
“Well, which is it?” Blaine asked patiently. They went through this nearly every time, and he never tired of it - the begging and the desperation. Kurt loved the pain of it almost as much as he loved the act of coming itself.
”Harder,” Kurt whispered, putting his arms over his head and grasping onto the wrought iron headboard, a high-pitched whine sounding in his throat. He wouldn’t interfere again.
Blaine tugged at his boyfriend’s cock, his rough palm rasping over the sensitive skin, increasing the speed and friction as he went, squeezing the purple head with his thumb until finally Kurt came dry with a cry that was more whimper than shout, his entire body convulsing with it. Blaine pulled him closer, cradled his head against his shoulder and held onto him until his trembling subsided, stroking the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and planting soft kisses there.
“Ooooh,” Kurt said, his voice shaky. He put his arms around Blaine’s neck and clung to him. “Thank you.”
Blaine smiled at him, wiped a stray tear from his face and licked it off his thumb. Kurt was always so grateful every single time, but to Blaine, he was hardly doing him a favor. He loved watching the way Kurt’s body responded to his touch, the way his breathing stuttered when he was so far gone and yet begging for more sensation. It was like Kurt was an instrument, and Blaine its master.
“No, thank you.”
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Thank you for your time.