give your heart (a break), part xviii
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
They tumble into bed in a tangle of limbs, not so much kissing as panting into each other’s mouths. Sebastian’s hands are everywhere--Kurt’s hair, his back, his waist. Kurt arches up into them, overheated, aching for--
“Kurt,” Sebastian breathes against Kurt’s mouth. “Clothes, now.”
Kurt smiles. “You jump, I jump,” he says and Sebastian huffs a laugh even as his hands frantically scramble at the buttons on Kurt’s dress shirt. Kurt is a little steadier on Sebastian’s buttons, but his hands are shaking--he can see a distinct tremble, even in the dim light of the room.
Sebastian makes a noise of frustration as Kurt’s buttons refuse to cooperate and then, to Kurt’s astonishment, proceeds to pull until the buttons all pop off, one by one, and the shirt hangs loose on Kurt’s chest. Kurt pauses on a button to give Sebastian an incredulous look--because, really, that shirt was expensive and getting it re-buttoned is going to be a bitch--but Sebastian’s eyes are focused on Kurt’s chest. Or, more specifically, his undershirt.
“How many layers are you wearing, darling?” Sebastian groans, despairing.
Kurt tucks his face into Sebastian’s neck and giggles helplessly. Sebastian’s hands settle on his lower back and Kurt feels a kiss pressed into his hair.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Sebastian says, a smile in his voice. “I thought we were having hot, animal, man-on-man sex here.”
“Only if you promise to give up the popped collar look,” Kurt says, lifting his head to meet Sebastian’s amused gaze.
Sebastian considers it. “I suppose I can put it in the closet for now,” he decides. “Until it comes back into style.”
Kurt presses a kiss to the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. “Oh, honey,” he says. “It never was in style.”
The world tilts and Kurt is suddenly on his back, Sebastian towering over him, tucked in between Kurt’s thighs. The new position is enough to make Kurt breathless--the teasing, dark look in Sebastian’s eyes makes him even more so, and the hot, itchy feeling on his skin that abated during their banter comes back full flood.
“Sebastian,” Kurt says, but Sebastian dips down and for a moment they kiss--languid, slick, devouring each other. Kurt strains up against the solidity of Sebastian’s body, desperate for purchase, but only finds a frustrating lack of friction. He groans against Sebastian’s mouth and Sebastian pulls away.
“Clothes, remember?” Sebastian says and Kurt glares at him. Sebastian grins, hurriedly undoes the buttons Kurt missed and slips his shirt off. Kurt takes in the gleam of sweat on Sebastian’s chest--well-defined and covered with a light dusting of hair with tight, ridged hip bones that Kurt just wants to lick--and swallows heavily.
“Sit up, darling,” Sebastian says and Kurt leans up so that he can draw off Kurt’s undershirt. Kurt feels a little cold and exposed without his shirts, but the look in Sebastian’s eyes--dark, predatory in its intensity--warms him again. Kurt licks his lips and Sebastian follows the movement of his tongue with a single-minded focus.
“Sebastian,” Kurt says, a little desperate, “I think it’s time I returned the favor, don’t you think?” He sweeps his eyes downward, his meaning clear.
Sebastian groans. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he says.
Kurt rolls his eyes, grasps Sebastian’s hips and, in another move taught to him at the Cheerios, flips them over so that he’s straddling Sebastian instead. Sebastian stares up at him, spread out on the bed, and Kurt grins, bends down for a short, affectionate kiss before he slides down Sebastian’s body. He fumbles with the jeans--it’s been a while and he’s never had as much practice as Sebastian anyway--but manages to pull out Sebastian’s cock with little effort. His body gives an interested twitch at the sight of it--thick, purpling at the tip, uncut--and Kurt can feel his cock swelling against the seam of his pants.
He lowers his mouth and gently sucks at Sebastian’s balls, rolling them on his tongue. Sebastian groans, reaches down to grip Kurt’s hair tightly, pulling it through his fingers. Kurt shivers a little and sucks harder, then tongues at the slick area behind Sebastian’s balls, Sebastian’s dress pants sliding further down his knees.
“Kurt,” Sebastian moans, hips twitching. “Kurt, please--”
Kurt leans away, grins up at Sebastian’s dismayed expression. “You said the magic word,” he purrs and as he bends back down he catches a glimpse of Sebastian’s grin.
Kurt learned a lot about himself over his time with Blaine, but perhaps the most important thing is: he likes giving head. Kurt remembers thinking, pre-sex, that he wouldn’t: the idea of someone shoving their cock down his throat had never really appealed to him, and he’d been hesitant during the first time with Blaine. Once he was actually there, he found his opinion changing: cocks smelled and tasted a little strange, but he once got used to it, having someone fall to pieces because of Kurt’s mouth and tongue was ridiculously hot.
So Kurt isn’t surprised that it only takes a few minutes of sliding his mouth over Sebastian’s cock, tonguing at the bulging vein on the underside, for his own dick to be fully hard, straining up against the confines of Kurt’s pants. Kurt presses his hips against the bed for friction and he knows the vibration of his mouth around Sebastian’s cock will make him crazy.
“Kurt, fuck--” Sebastian’s hand twist in Kurt’s hair and Kurt moans again, longer and louder this time. Sebastian bucks his hips and he’s thrusting into Kurt’s mouth now, going down as far as Kurt can take him without choking--even teasing the limit a little when he can, cockhead sliding just a bit down Kurt’s throat before he retreats. Kurt knows that he’ll be hoarse tonight and tomorrow, revels in it.
It feels like too soon when Sebastian tugs on his hair, says, “Kurt, get off, I’m so close--” Kurt sucks harder because he wants Sebastian to come, down his throat, all over him-- “Kurt, not like this, come on,” Sebastian insists, firmly pulling Kurt away. Kurt whines, ragged at the edges, and Sebastian kisses him with hot, wet desperation.
“Christ, can I fuck you?” he asks, panting. “Please?”
Kurt hesitates. “It’s been a while,” he admits, a little shy. “We’ll have to go slow.” Sebastian groans.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says again. “Look, I have some lube and condoms in my bag, I’ll just--”
He scrambles off the bed, shucks his pants and underwear off. Kurt relaxes against the covers, watches the curve of Sebastian’s ass, the bob of his hard cock, with heated interest. As Sebastian ducks into the bathroom, Kurt sighs and shimmies out of the rest of his clothes, spreading out naked.
Sebastian pauses as he comes back into the room, eyes tracing Kurt’s outline. There’s heat there, but Kurt notices the fondness too and he shivers.
“I didn’t think this would happen again,” Sebastian says as he climbs back onto the bed, into Kurt’s space.
“Neither did I,” Kurt admits. He smiles up at Sebastian, horny and giddy and happy, beyond anything. “I’m glad it is though.”
Sebastian stares down at him and then presses Kurt into a long, filthy kiss that leaves Kurt gasping and wanting at the end of it. “Let me guess,” Kurt says when they resurface, panting a little, “I’m going to be the death of you?”
“But what a death it’ll be,” Sebastian grins and then he’s peppering Kurt with kisses again and Kurt’s lost in the sensation.
Sebastian fumbles around with the lube as he kisses down Kurt’s chest. When he catches Kurt’s nipple in his mouth, Kurt gasps, arches up into the touch, his hands flying to Sebastian’s head. Sebastian mouths at it for a moment then gently bites down--Kurt almost screams, hips jerking, hands scrambling for purchase amidst Sebastian’s hair.
“Like that, darling?” Sebastian asks, grinning up at him. “I’ll have to remember that.”
“Sebastian Smythe, will you get your shit together and fuck me already?” Kurt snaps, beside himself with arousal and frustration. Sebastian presses a soft kiss to Kurt’s stomach, right above his belly-button.
“As you command,” he says and reaches down to press lube-slicked fingers to Kurt’s hole. Kurt’s hips jerk and Sebastian’s finger slides in--the feeling so full and alien that for a moment Kurt forgets to adjust, gasps around the breach of it. Then he remembers to relax, that it’s just one finger, and Sebastian slides in smoothly to the knuckle.
“How the fuck are you so tight,” Sebastian mutters against Kurt’s stomach, breathing heavy and wet there as he thrusts his finger in and out.
“I didn’t bottom often,” Kurt admits between gasps. Sebastian groans, adds another finger. Kurt feels the burn of pain before he it sweetens into pleasure, and his cock jumps to attention. “Sebastian, please--”
“Hold on, darling,” Sebastian says, adjusting his wrist a little and then sliding his fingers into Kurt’s hole forcefully, all the way to the third knuckle. Kurt keens, hips jerking, feet scrambling for purchase against the smooth bedspread.
Sebastian adds a third finger and lowers his head to Kurt’s cock, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to it. Kurt’s shaking and it would be only too easy for him to come just from this, just from Sebastian’s fingers and mouth, but he doesn’t want that, he wants--
“Sebastian,” he gasps. “Sebastian, I’m ready, please--”
“Sweetheart,” Sebastian says, lifting his head. “Are you--”
“I swear to God, Sebastian--” Kurt spits and Sebastian laughs, slides his fingers out of Kurt’s hole with a slick pop. Kurt feels empty without them, waits impatiently as Sebastian slides a condom over his cock, slicks it up. “Sebastian,” he demands again, when Sebastian takes his time and Sebastian grins down at him.
“I never knew you’d be so cock-hungry, darling,” he says. “But I’m happy to oblige you.”
He shifts forward, aligns himself with Kurt’s hole. Kurt can feel the heat pressing against the wrinkled skin there, the blunt cockhead waiting to breach his ring of muscles. Unwittingly, he holds his breath.
Sebastian kisses Kurt as he starts to slide in and it’s easier to focus on Sebastian’s taste than the pain-pleasure burn of being so completely filled. Sebastian goes slow, inch by inch, but it’s been a while and Kurt’s never had a chance to get used to the sensation, so it takes long moments for the pain to settle, blossom into pure pleasure.
Kurt feels Sebastian’s balls brush his ass. Sebastian’s forehead is pressed against his own and Sebastian pants against Kurt’s mouth. “Alright?” he whispers, voice wrecked. When Kurt doesn’t answer, he groans, says, “Kurt, are you alright because I--”
“Move,” Kurt says against Sebastian’s lips and Sebastian needs no further encouragement.
Sebastian’s thrusts are tentative at first and then quickly turn quick, forceful--Kurt cries out when Sebastian brushes his prostrate, tingles from the pleasure of it. It takes Sebastian a couple more tries to find it again, but when he does he hits it with every thrust. Kurt tucks his legs around the back of Sebastian’s knees and his hands scramble for purchase along Sebastian’s shoulders, fingernails digging in as Sebastian fucks him harder, cock pistoning into Kurt’s hole.
Sebastian's free hand finds Kurt’s cock and Kurt keens when his fingers wrap around it. He doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t ever want it to end, but the combination of Sebastian’s thrusts against his prostate and Sebastian’s fingers, tight and hot around his cock, are more than enough to send him over the end, spiraling into one of the most blissful orgasms he’s ever had.
Kurt has the vague awareness of Sebastian fucking him through his orgasm, but he can’t really focus on anything until Sebastian’s thrusts pick up speed, gain a sort of desperation. Kurt’s still tingling from the afterglow and the sensitivity is starting to set in, so Sebastian’s thrusts are almost painful now. He cries out as Sebastian goes particularly deep and Sebastian shudders against him as he comes, moaning Kurt’s name.
Sebastian collapses on top of Kurt and they lay together like that for a while, breathing. Kurt would be more than willing to lay there for hours more except for a small detail--
“Sebastian,” he mutters. “Can you get off of me? I’m covered in come, I need to wash it off.”
Sebastian groans but flips off of Kurt. As Kurt stands, wobbly-legged, he grins up at him. “I like you covered in come,” he purrs. Despite everything that they’ve already done together, Kurt still blushes, and Sebastian laughs. “Hurry back, darling,” he says. “We’ve still got cuddle time to do.”
Kurt hurries into the bathroom, smoothes off the come with a wet rag. He stares at himself in the mirror, takes in the love bites on his chest, neck, the healthy flush to his face. He looks properly fucked, he thinks and his flush deepens.
When Kurt comes back out, Sebastian is already under the covers of the bed, eyes closed. Kurt softens his step but one of Sebastian’s eyes pop open anyways. “There you are,” he mutters. “Hurry up, it’s getting cold.”
Kurt slides in under the covers with him and they curl in together. Kurt stares at Sebastian’s face, a bit wondering.
“You’ll still like me tomorrow, won’t you?” he asks before he can stop himself. “This won’t be like--” he stops, swallows.
Sebastian’s eyes open. “Kurt, I know I haven’t been very constant,” he says, tired but affectionate. “I was being stupid. But I promise I’ll still like you in the morning.” He leans forward to kiss Kurt. “And the morning after that, and the morning after that . . . .”
Kurt smiles into the kiss, watches Sebastian drift into sleep before he allows himself to.
-
Kurt wakes that morning to dizzying sense of deja vu and a bit of panic when he reaches over and finds Sebastian’s side of the bed empty. Before he can get truly anxious, Sebastian leans over him, smiling, and presses a kiss to his mouth.
“Good morning, Kurt,” he says. “I still like you.”
-
It’s Saturday morning days later and the sky outside is softened by snow, silver-gray. Kurt’s in the kitchen making tea, singing softly along with one of Rachel’s endless iTunes playlists.
“Taking over this town, we don’t worry . . . .”
Arms around his waist, a sharp chin slotting neat and easy in the curve of his shoulder. Sebastian presses a smile to the space behind Kurt’s ear.
“Tea?” he asks.
“It’s good for you,” Kurt says, trying to concentrate on pouring the hot water. All he can focus on is the point where Sebastian’s lips meet his skin. “Better than coffee anyway.”
“Ah, but the caffeine gives me such a rush,” Sebastian says. He tilts his head. “Howling ghosts they reappear,” he sings, “Mountains that are stuck with fear. You’re a king and I’m a lionheart . . . .”
“It was too quiet,” Kurt breaks in over an instrumental break. “Rachel has thousands of playlists, I just picked one at random.”
“Good song,” Sebastian says, and then quiets as Kurt stirs honey into their tea.
Kurt turns in the curve of Sebastian’s arm once he’s done and meets his eyes. It’s amazing for him still, to see the love hanging in the curve of Sebastian’s mouth, the warmth in his eyes. Kurt still isn’t sure he can trust it.
“Though far away, though far away, though far away . . . We’re here to stay, we’re here to stay, we’re here to stay . . . .”
They kiss and the world goes syrupy-slow: Kurt revels in the taste and softness of Sebastian’s mouth, the curve of a smile he feels tucked in against his own like a secret. When they withdraw Kurt tucks his head into Sebastian’s neck and breathes him in. Sebastian strokes his back, hands warm through the cotton of Kurt’s shirt.
“You okay, darling?” he asks.
Kurt smiles, presses kisses to Sebastian’s neck. “I’m fine,” he says as he pulls away. “It’s just been a long time since I was this happy, that’s all.”
Sebastian’s answering smile is a sunbeam through dark clouds: brilliant, lovely. He kisses Kurt’s forehead, then his nose, his mouth.
“I love you,” he says against Kurt’s lips.
Kurt remembers another moment like this: in a coffee shop, the happy-shock he’d felt in response, then the answering blossom of deep, abiding affection. This is different: quiet, slow, a candle instead of a flame.
“I love you too,” Kurt says, means it. Sebastian leans down and they kiss again.
“But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart, a lionheart . . . .”
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end.
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SONGS: You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette, Walk Over Me - Dirtie Blondie, My Strongest Suit - Aida, Out Tonight - RENT, Howlin’ For You - The Black Keys, Faster - Matt Nathanson, Use Somebody - Karima Francis cover, King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men.
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
They tumble into bed in a tangle of limbs, not so much kissing as panting into each other’s mouths. Sebastian’s hands are everywhere--Kurt’s hair, his back, his waist. Kurt arches up into them, overheated, aching for--
“Kurt,” Sebastian breathes against Kurt’s mouth. “Clothes, now.”
Kurt smiles. “You jump, I jump,” he says and Sebastian huffs a laugh even as his hands frantically scramble at the buttons on Kurt’s dress shirt. Kurt is a little steadier on Sebastian’s buttons, but his hands are shaking--he can see a distinct tremble, even in the dim light of the room.
Sebastian makes a noise of frustration as Kurt’s buttons refuse to cooperate and then, to Kurt’s astonishment, proceeds to pull until the buttons all pop off, one by one, and the shirt hangs loose on Kurt’s chest. Kurt pauses on a button to give Sebastian an incredulous look--because, really, that shirt was expensive and getting it re-buttoned is going to be a bitch--but Sebastian’s eyes are focused on Kurt’s chest. Or, more specifically, his undershirt.
“How many layers are you wearing, darling?” Sebastian groans, despairing.
Kurt tucks his face into Sebastian’s neck and giggles helplessly. Sebastian’s hands settle on his lower back and Kurt feels a kiss pressed into his hair.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Sebastian says, a smile in his voice. “I thought we were having hot, animal, man-on-man sex here.”
“Only if you promise to give up the popped collar look,” Kurt says, lifting his head to meet Sebastian’s amused gaze.
Sebastian considers it. “I suppose I can put it in the closet for now,” he decides. “Until it comes back into style.”
Kurt presses a kiss to the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. “Oh, honey,” he says. “It never was in style.”
The world tilts and Kurt is suddenly on his back, Sebastian towering over him, tucked in between Kurt’s thighs. The new position is enough to make Kurt breathless--the teasing, dark look in Sebastian’s eyes makes him even more so, and the hot, itchy feeling on his skin that abated during their banter comes back full flood.
“Sebastian,” Kurt says, but Sebastian dips down and for a moment they kiss--languid, slick, devouring each other. Kurt strains up against the solidity of Sebastian’s body, desperate for purchase, but only finds a frustrating lack of friction. He groans against Sebastian’s mouth and Sebastian pulls away.
“Clothes, remember?” Sebastian says and Kurt glares at him. Sebastian grins, hurriedly undoes the buttons Kurt missed and slips his shirt off. Kurt takes in the gleam of sweat on Sebastian’s chest--well-defined and covered with a light dusting of hair with tight, ridged hip bones that Kurt just wants to lick--and swallows heavily.
“Sit up, darling,” Sebastian says and Kurt leans up so that he can draw off Kurt’s undershirt. Kurt feels a little cold and exposed without his shirts, but the look in Sebastian’s eyes--dark, predatory in its intensity--warms him again. Kurt licks his lips and Sebastian follows the movement of his tongue with a single-minded focus.
“Sebastian,” Kurt says, a little desperate, “I think it’s time I returned the favor, don’t you think?” He sweeps his eyes downward, his meaning clear.
Sebastian groans. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he says.
Kurt rolls his eyes, grasps Sebastian’s hips and, in another move taught to him at the Cheerios, flips them over so that he’s straddling Sebastian instead. Sebastian stares up at him, spread out on the bed, and Kurt grins, bends down for a short, affectionate kiss before he slides down Sebastian’s body. He fumbles with the jeans--it’s been a while and he’s never had as much practice as Sebastian anyway--but manages to pull out Sebastian’s cock with little effort. His body gives an interested twitch at the sight of it--thick, purpling at the tip, uncut--and Kurt can feel his cock swelling against the seam of his pants.
He lowers his mouth and gently sucks at Sebastian’s balls, rolling them on his tongue. Sebastian groans, reaches down to grip Kurt’s hair tightly, pulling it through his fingers. Kurt shivers a little and sucks harder, then tongues at the slick area behind Sebastian’s balls, Sebastian’s dress pants sliding further down his knees.
“Kurt,” Sebastian moans, hips twitching. “Kurt, please--”
Kurt leans away, grins up at Sebastian’s dismayed expression. “You said the magic word,” he purrs and as he bends back down he catches a glimpse of Sebastian’s grin.
Kurt learned a lot about himself over his time with Blaine, but perhaps the most important thing is: he likes giving head. Kurt remembers thinking, pre-sex, that he wouldn’t: the idea of someone shoving their cock down his throat had never really appealed to him, and he’d been hesitant during the first time with Blaine. Once he was actually there, he found his opinion changing: cocks smelled and tasted a little strange, but he once got used to it, having someone fall to pieces because of Kurt’s mouth and tongue was ridiculously hot.
So Kurt isn’t surprised that it only takes a few minutes of sliding his mouth over Sebastian’s cock, tonguing at the bulging vein on the underside, for his own dick to be fully hard, straining up against the confines of Kurt’s pants. Kurt presses his hips against the bed for friction and he knows the vibration of his mouth around Sebastian’s cock will make him crazy.
“Kurt, fuck--” Sebastian’s hand twist in Kurt’s hair and Kurt moans again, longer and louder this time. Sebastian bucks his hips and he’s thrusting into Kurt’s mouth now, going down as far as Kurt can take him without choking--even teasing the limit a little when he can, cockhead sliding just a bit down Kurt’s throat before he retreats. Kurt knows that he’ll be hoarse tonight and tomorrow, revels in it.
It feels like too soon when Sebastian tugs on his hair, says, “Kurt, get off, I’m so close--” Kurt sucks harder because he wants Sebastian to come, down his throat, all over him-- “Kurt, not like this, come on,” Sebastian insists, firmly pulling Kurt away. Kurt whines, ragged at the edges, and Sebastian kisses him with hot, wet desperation.
“Christ, can I fuck you?” he asks, panting. “Please?”
Kurt hesitates. “It’s been a while,” he admits, a little shy. “We’ll have to go slow.” Sebastian groans.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says again. “Look, I have some lube and condoms in my bag, I’ll just--”
He scrambles off the bed, shucks his pants and underwear off. Kurt relaxes against the covers, watches the curve of Sebastian’s ass, the bob of his hard cock, with heated interest. As Sebastian ducks into the bathroom, Kurt sighs and shimmies out of the rest of his clothes, spreading out naked.
Sebastian pauses as he comes back into the room, eyes tracing Kurt’s outline. There’s heat there, but Kurt notices the fondness too and he shivers.
“I didn’t think this would happen again,” Sebastian says as he climbs back onto the bed, into Kurt’s space.
“Neither did I,” Kurt admits. He smiles up at Sebastian, horny and giddy and happy, beyond anything. “I’m glad it is though.”
Sebastian stares down at him and then presses Kurt into a long, filthy kiss that leaves Kurt gasping and wanting at the end of it. “Let me guess,” Kurt says when they resurface, panting a little, “I’m going to be the death of you?”
“But what a death it’ll be,” Sebastian grins and then he’s peppering Kurt with kisses again and Kurt’s lost in the sensation.
Sebastian fumbles around with the lube as he kisses down Kurt’s chest. When he catches Kurt’s nipple in his mouth, Kurt gasps, arches up into the touch, his hands flying to Sebastian’s head. Sebastian mouths at it for a moment then gently bites down--Kurt almost screams, hips jerking, hands scrambling for purchase amidst Sebastian’s hair.
“Like that, darling?” Sebastian asks, grinning up at him. “I’ll have to remember that.”
“Sebastian Smythe, will you get your shit together and fuck me already?” Kurt snaps, beside himself with arousal and frustration. Sebastian presses a soft kiss to Kurt’s stomach, right above his belly-button.
“As you command,” he says and reaches down to press lube-slicked fingers to Kurt’s hole. Kurt’s hips jerk and Sebastian’s finger slides in--the feeling so full and alien that for a moment Kurt forgets to adjust, gasps around the breach of it. Then he remembers to relax, that it’s just one finger, and Sebastian slides in smoothly to the knuckle.
“How the fuck are you so tight,” Sebastian mutters against Kurt’s stomach, breathing heavy and wet there as he thrusts his finger in and out.
“I didn’t bottom often,” Kurt admits between gasps. Sebastian groans, adds another finger. Kurt feels the burn of pain before he it sweetens into pleasure, and his cock jumps to attention. “Sebastian, please--”
“Hold on, darling,” Sebastian says, adjusting his wrist a little and then sliding his fingers into Kurt’s hole forcefully, all the way to the third knuckle. Kurt keens, hips jerking, feet scrambling for purchase against the smooth bedspread.
Sebastian adds a third finger and lowers his head to Kurt’s cock, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to it. Kurt’s shaking and it would be only too easy for him to come just from this, just from Sebastian’s fingers and mouth, but he doesn’t want that, he wants--
“Sebastian,” he gasps. “Sebastian, I’m ready, please--”
“Sweetheart,” Sebastian says, lifting his head. “Are you--”
“I swear to God, Sebastian--” Kurt spits and Sebastian laughs, slides his fingers out of Kurt’s hole with a slick pop. Kurt feels empty without them, waits impatiently as Sebastian slides a condom over his cock, slicks it up. “Sebastian,” he demands again, when Sebastian takes his time and Sebastian grins down at him.
“I never knew you’d be so cock-hungry, darling,” he says. “But I’m happy to oblige you.”
He shifts forward, aligns himself with Kurt’s hole. Kurt can feel the heat pressing against the wrinkled skin there, the blunt cockhead waiting to breach his ring of muscles. Unwittingly, he holds his breath.
Sebastian kisses Kurt as he starts to slide in and it’s easier to focus on Sebastian’s taste than the pain-pleasure burn of being so completely filled. Sebastian goes slow, inch by inch, but it’s been a while and Kurt’s never had a chance to get used to the sensation, so it takes long moments for the pain to settle, blossom into pure pleasure.
Kurt feels Sebastian’s balls brush his ass. Sebastian’s forehead is pressed against his own and Sebastian pants against Kurt’s mouth. “Alright?” he whispers, voice wrecked. When Kurt doesn’t answer, he groans, says, “Kurt, are you alright because I--”
“Move,” Kurt says against Sebastian’s lips and Sebastian needs no further encouragement.
Sebastian’s thrusts are tentative at first and then quickly turn quick, forceful--Kurt cries out when Sebastian brushes his prostrate, tingles from the pleasure of it. It takes Sebastian a couple more tries to find it again, but when he does he hits it with every thrust. Kurt tucks his legs around the back of Sebastian’s knees and his hands scramble for purchase along Sebastian’s shoulders, fingernails digging in as Sebastian fucks him harder, cock pistoning into Kurt’s hole.
Sebastian's free hand finds Kurt’s cock and Kurt keens when his fingers wrap around it. He doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t ever want it to end, but the combination of Sebastian’s thrusts against his prostate and Sebastian’s fingers, tight and hot around his cock, are more than enough to send him over the end, spiraling into one of the most blissful orgasms he’s ever had.
Kurt has the vague awareness of Sebastian fucking him through his orgasm, but he can’t really focus on anything until Sebastian’s thrusts pick up speed, gain a sort of desperation. Kurt’s still tingling from the afterglow and the sensitivity is starting to set in, so Sebastian’s thrusts are almost painful now. He cries out as Sebastian goes particularly deep and Sebastian shudders against him as he comes, moaning Kurt’s name.
Sebastian collapses on top of Kurt and they lay together like that for a while, breathing. Kurt would be more than willing to lay there for hours more except for a small detail--
“Sebastian,” he mutters. “Can you get off of me? I’m covered in come, I need to wash it off.”
Sebastian groans but flips off of Kurt. As Kurt stands, wobbly-legged, he grins up at him. “I like you covered in come,” he purrs. Despite everything that they’ve already done together, Kurt still blushes, and Sebastian laughs. “Hurry back, darling,” he says. “We’ve still got cuddle time to do.”
Kurt hurries into the bathroom, smoothes off the come with a wet rag. He stares at himself in the mirror, takes in the love bites on his chest, neck, the healthy flush to his face. He looks properly fucked, he thinks and his flush deepens.
When Kurt comes back out, Sebastian is already under the covers of the bed, eyes closed. Kurt softens his step but one of Sebastian’s eyes pop open anyways. “There you are,” he mutters. “Hurry up, it’s getting cold.”
Kurt slides in under the covers with him and they curl in together. Kurt stares at Sebastian’s face, a bit wondering.
“You’ll still like me tomorrow, won’t you?” he asks before he can stop himself. “This won’t be like--” he stops, swallows.
Sebastian’s eyes open. “Kurt, I know I haven’t been very constant,” he says, tired but affectionate. “I was being stupid. But I promise I’ll still like you in the morning.” He leans forward to kiss Kurt. “And the morning after that, and the morning after that . . . .”
Kurt smiles into the kiss, watches Sebastian drift into sleep before he allows himself to.
-
Kurt wakes that morning to dizzying sense of deja vu and a bit of panic when he reaches over and finds Sebastian’s side of the bed empty. Before he can get truly anxious, Sebastian leans over him, smiling, and presses a kiss to his mouth.
“Good morning, Kurt,” he says. “I still like you.”
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It’s Saturday morning days later and the sky outside is softened by snow, silver-gray. Kurt’s in the kitchen making tea, singing softly along with one of Rachel’s endless iTunes playlists.
“Taking over this town, we don’t worry . . . .”
Arms around his waist, a sharp chin slotting neat and easy in the curve of his shoulder. Sebastian presses a smile to the space behind Kurt’s ear.
“Tea?” he asks.
“It’s good for you,” Kurt says, trying to concentrate on pouring the hot water. All he can focus on is the point where Sebastian’s lips meet his skin. “Better than coffee anyway.”
“Ah, but the caffeine gives me such a rush,” Sebastian says. He tilts his head. “Howling ghosts they reappear,” he sings, “Mountains that are stuck with fear. You’re a king and I’m a lionheart . . . .”
“It was too quiet,” Kurt breaks in over an instrumental break. “Rachel has thousands of playlists, I just picked one at random.”
“Good song,” Sebastian says, and then quiets as Kurt stirs honey into their tea.
Kurt turns in the curve of Sebastian’s arm once he’s done and meets his eyes. It’s amazing for him still, to see the love hanging in the curve of Sebastian’s mouth, the warmth in his eyes. Kurt still isn’t sure he can trust it.
“Though far away, though far away, though far away . . . We’re here to stay, we’re here to stay, we’re here to stay . . . .”
They kiss and the world goes syrupy-slow: Kurt revels in the taste and softness of Sebastian’s mouth, the curve of a smile he feels tucked in against his own like a secret. When they withdraw Kurt tucks his head into Sebastian’s neck and breathes him in. Sebastian strokes his back, hands warm through the cotton of Kurt’s shirt.
“You okay, darling?” he asks.
Kurt smiles, presses kisses to Sebastian’s neck. “I’m fine,” he says as he pulls away. “It’s just been a long time since I was this happy, that’s all.”
Sebastian’s answering smile is a sunbeam through dark clouds: brilliant, lovely. He kisses Kurt’s forehead, then his nose, his mouth.
“I love you,” he says against Kurt’s lips.
Kurt remembers another moment like this: in a coffee shop, the happy-shock he’d felt in response, then the answering blossom of deep, abiding affection. This is different: quiet, slow, a candle instead of a flame.
“I love you too,” Kurt says, means it. Sebastian leans down and they kiss again.
“But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart, a lionheart . . . .”
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end.
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SONGS: You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette, Walk Over Me - Dirtie Blondie, My Strongest Suit - Aida, Out Tonight - RENT, Howlin’ For You - The Black Keys, Faster - Matt Nathanson, Use Somebody - Karima Francis cover, King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men.