Fic: End it on This (Kurt/Dave)
TITLE: End it on This
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: It was never going to be soft or romantic. Kurt knew this. He knew it could never be anything more than a rushed and frantic scrabble for release. (PWP)
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Dave)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 21 @ adventchallenge
***
Karofsky kissed him - Kurt wasn’t certain of anything anymore.
His chest tightened and the confusion made him lightheaded. Passion teased his mouth, and the taste of winter tingled on his tongue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe.
He jerked his mouth away and tried to put some space between them, but Dave grabbed his face, jerking him back. Hot lips smothered his mouth and Kurt fought the demanding touch.
“Karofsky-” The protest sounded weak even to his own ears.
Dave kissed him again, pressing him into the long line of lockers. The cold metal bit into his spine and Kurt’s hands pulled Dave’s hips close. The fierce friction of Dave’s cock against his made Kurt moan and his confusion abruptly gave way to lust. Dave’s body so close, so warm, so hard, so perfect. Kurt gasped for breath, tearing his lips away.
A gentle hand stroked his cheek. Kurt winced and looked away.
“Please, Hummel,” Dave whispered.
The emotion in his voice made Kurt’s heart ache, and soft lips brushed against his neck. His resistance shattered and he turned to meet Dave’s kiss. He burned with a need so intense that it crushed all his worry and doubt. Kurt pulled Dave closer, fingers tangled in his short hair. Tongues battled for a taste of something that was so incredibly addictive. Strange how the touch of Dave would make him feel so alive.
Dave’s groin pressed against him, stiff and demanding. Kurt’s cock ached, throbbing, needing to be free of the clothes confining him. He reached for Dave, annoyed by the layers that separated them, desperate to feel bare skin against his own. Cloth twisted through his fingers as he fumbled with buttons. Impatience took over and buttons popped and shot across the room. Dave’s hands were no less hungry, pulling at Kurt’s clothes, helping him strip. He wanted so much more of that demanding touch. Kurt’s hands searched for skin as hot breath sent a shudder down his spine. He buried his head in Dave’s neck, tasting his skin, inhaling his scent. He reached for the top of Dave’s pants.
Dave let of a tiny frustrated whimper as his hands pulled Kurt’s pants down. Strong fingers wrapped around his cock, freeing Kurt from the confines of his pants. A small moan escaped him as each stroke brought him closer to the edge. He reached for Dave and jerked his pants open, eager to feel the stiff cock beneath. Dave’s moan rasped against Kurt’s neck and he shuddered as teeth nipped at his skin. He stroked faster, hoping to bring Dave closer. Wanting him inside, cock buried so deep.
A second later, Dave moved, spinning him around and shoving him against the lockers. Something moved behind him and Dave’s hand returned to his cock, as an oil slick finger slipped into his arse. Then another - the burn, the ache, that wonderful spot. He wanted more.
His hands tried to find purchase against the cold metal without success. Dave demanded control, and Kurt gave it to him. He wanted Dave to take him, have him, fuck him until he screamed. He stifled a cry of pleasure and pain at the rough handling. The dull pressure of Dave’s cock hovered at his entrance. Dave jerked them together, diving deep. Pain and pleasure exploded inside him. Kurt cried out, his tight arse stretching, burning-the heat so intense it took his breath away. His balls rose, the need for release building, as Dave worked his way deeper, each thrust filling him so that every stroke moved deeper and rubbed up against that sweet spot. He wanted more. God, he ached for it.
Dave’s hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back into the final thrust and filling him completely.
Kurt cried out, lightheaded with pleasure. Dave ground into him, each thrust more frantic and demanding. His grip grew vice-like, fingers digging in with every thrust. Kurt felt the pressure building, the need for release so close, he hovered right on the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Kurt gasped, pushing back, begging for that final push.
Dave pulled out slowly. Kurt whimpered, afraid he’d stop. A sudden push tipped him over the edge. He shuddered as an explosive release hit him. His whole body tingled and his legs gave out as he came. Dave’s grip on his hips tightened, keeping him upright.
Kurt felt a primal growl, the quake of Dave deep inside him before he collapsed hard against Kurt’s back. The sound of their harsh breathing rang through still air. They remained there panting, neither wanting to move. Kurt didn’t think he could if he tried. He was weak with pleasure and Dave’s arms held him like a vice.
He loved the feel of such strength around him.
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: It was never going to be soft or romantic. Kurt knew this. He knew it could never be anything more than a rushed and frantic scrabble for release. (PWP)
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Dave)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 21 @ adventchallenge
***
Karofsky kissed him - Kurt wasn’t certain of anything anymore.
His chest tightened and the confusion made him lightheaded. Passion teased his mouth, and the taste of winter tingled on his tongue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe.
He jerked his mouth away and tried to put some space between them, but Dave grabbed his face, jerking him back. Hot lips smothered his mouth and Kurt fought the demanding touch.
“Karofsky-” The protest sounded weak even to his own ears.
Dave kissed him again, pressing him into the long line of lockers. The cold metal bit into his spine and Kurt’s hands pulled Dave’s hips close. The fierce friction of Dave’s cock against his made Kurt moan and his confusion abruptly gave way to lust. Dave’s body so close, so warm, so hard, so perfect. Kurt gasped for breath, tearing his lips away.
A gentle hand stroked his cheek. Kurt winced and looked away.
“Please, Hummel,” Dave whispered.
The emotion in his voice made Kurt’s heart ache, and soft lips brushed against his neck. His resistance shattered and he turned to meet Dave’s kiss. He burned with a need so intense that it crushed all his worry and doubt. Kurt pulled Dave closer, fingers tangled in his short hair. Tongues battled for a taste of something that was so incredibly addictive. Strange how the touch of Dave would make him feel so alive.
Dave’s groin pressed against him, stiff and demanding. Kurt’s cock ached, throbbing, needing to be free of the clothes confining him. He reached for Dave, annoyed by the layers that separated them, desperate to feel bare skin against his own. Cloth twisted through his fingers as he fumbled with buttons. Impatience took over and buttons popped and shot across the room. Dave’s hands were no less hungry, pulling at Kurt’s clothes, helping him strip. He wanted so much more of that demanding touch. Kurt’s hands searched for skin as hot breath sent a shudder down his spine. He buried his head in Dave’s neck, tasting his skin, inhaling his scent. He reached for the top of Dave’s pants.
Dave let of a tiny frustrated whimper as his hands pulled Kurt’s pants down. Strong fingers wrapped around his cock, freeing Kurt from the confines of his pants. A small moan escaped him as each stroke brought him closer to the edge. He reached for Dave and jerked his pants open, eager to feel the stiff cock beneath. Dave’s moan rasped against Kurt’s neck and he shuddered as teeth nipped at his skin. He stroked faster, hoping to bring Dave closer. Wanting him inside, cock buried so deep.
A second later, Dave moved, spinning him around and shoving him against the lockers. Something moved behind him and Dave’s hand returned to his cock, as an oil slick finger slipped into his arse. Then another - the burn, the ache, that wonderful spot. He wanted more.
His hands tried to find purchase against the cold metal without success. Dave demanded control, and Kurt gave it to him. He wanted Dave to take him, have him, fuck him until he screamed. He stifled a cry of pleasure and pain at the rough handling. The dull pressure of Dave’s cock hovered at his entrance. Dave jerked them together, diving deep. Pain and pleasure exploded inside him. Kurt cried out, his tight arse stretching, burning-the heat so intense it took his breath away. His balls rose, the need for release building, as Dave worked his way deeper, each thrust filling him so that every stroke moved deeper and rubbed up against that sweet spot. He wanted more. God, he ached for it.
Dave’s hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back into the final thrust and filling him completely.
Kurt cried out, lightheaded with pleasure. Dave ground into him, each thrust more frantic and demanding. His grip grew vice-like, fingers digging in with every thrust. Kurt felt the pressure building, the need for release so close, he hovered right on the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Kurt gasped, pushing back, begging for that final push.
Dave pulled out slowly. Kurt whimpered, afraid he’d stop. A sudden push tipped him over the edge. He shuddered as an explosive release hit him. His whole body tingled and his legs gave out as he came. Dave’s grip on his hips tightened, keeping him upright.
Kurt felt a primal growl, the quake of Dave deep inside him before he collapsed hard against Kurt’s back. The sound of their harsh breathing rang through still air. They remained there panting, neither wanting to move. Kurt didn’t think he could if he tried. He was weak with pleasure and Dave’s arms held him like a vice.
He loved the feel of such strength around him.
END