Two Prompt-Fills
So, I'd asked for kink!prompts over on tumblr for some reason, and here's a couple of the fills I did for them. Pertinent warnings on each fic.
Title: Why Finn Will Never Be In Charge
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 914
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Prompt: clovrboy asked: Kinn with a bit of SnM(pretty much blind folds or handcuffs stuff like that) with Kurt as a dominant bottom.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Why Finn Will Never Be In Charge
“So, what’m I doing?” Finn asks, mumbling, and Kurt resists the urge to kick him because right now it’s about all he can do. He shakes his head and strains against the handcuffs securing him to the headboard, rather amazed that the other man’s figured this out for himself.
“I’m yours, Finn. Do you not understand that? You can do whatever you want,” Kurt tries to keep his voice soothing and sultry, but he’s undeniably annoyed. Finn, for all of his good intentions, has the imagination of an aphid.
“Anything? Should I tell you?” Finn asks and Kurt actually does kick him this time. “Ow, hey!”
“Finn. I am blindfolded. I am handcuffed. I can’t stop you. Do I need to give you step-by-step instructions?” he snaps, knowing he’s being a little unfair but Finn had wanted to try this and now he’s basically doing nothing. “It’s not that hard, you have to…mmph!” he bucks his hips and shoves Finn away again. “You don’t cover my mouth when I’m talking!”
“You said ‘anything,’ man,” Finn laughs and kisses him once more before gaining confidence, lips skimming down Kurt’s throat and over his collarbone as he sucks a mark just under where his shirt collars usually lie, biting and teasing the flesh as Kurt moans and turns his head to the side.
That’s going to be there a while, but then again it doesn’t take much to leave a mark on his near-white skin, and he sighs as Finn continues to kiss down his chest, tongue darting out to lave a peaked nipple as Kurt gasps and moans again, the sensations somehow amplified by the fact that he can’t see.
He didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, mostly because Finn’s so loud that Kurt would have gotten a clue as to where he was even if he couldn’t see, but this…
Finn’s teeth close around his nipple, slight pressure that has him making a rather embarrassing noise, and Finn keeps sucking as Kurt feels himself growing hard and oh, God, Finn could probably keep doing that and he’d come.
“That good?” Finn asks throatily and Kurt feels his thumb brush against his other nipple, the double assault completely overloading his senses and all he can do is whine rather helplessly. “Guess so.”
“Stop…teasing,” he finally forces out, although the words take a while to form and they don’t sound quite right. “Just…suck me.”
“Hey, who’s in charge here?” Finn laughs and Kurt knees him in the chest. “Ow, dude! Okay!”
“Good,” Kurt growls, swallowing and yelping as Finn reaches to pinch his nipple playfully again before he goes completely silent, and it’s scary, because he could be anywhere, he could have left, he could be…
Kurt’s going to deny the rather crude string of curses that comes out of his mouth at the fact that Finn’s just deep-throated him with no warning, sucking with relish and Kurt will swear that he actually loves this because he’s so enthusiastic about it, slurping and licking and humming and running his tongue along the thick vein, one hand coming to fondle his balls slightly before sliding back and tracing his entrance, Kurt flinging his legs apart and arching his hips to give Finn better access and they are so doing this more often because it feels amazing.
“Finn,” he growls and Finn mumbles something, hand skimming up his torso and he’s tracing Kurt’s lips so Kurt obligingly opens his mouth, sucking on the other man’s fingers and twirling his tongue around them as Finn groans around him.
“What d’you want, baby?” Finn asks, low and intimate as he playfully licks the head of Kurt’s leaking cock, and Kurt mutters something uncomplimentary under his breath. “Tell me. You seem to like bossing me around, so…”
“Mouth on cock, Hudson,” he snarls and Finn complies, back to sucking expertly as his now-slick finger slides into Kurt’s body, Kurt moaning and throwing his head back, arms straining against the cuffs because he wants to badly to just touch.
Finn’s long finger presses against his prostate, far too expert for somebody normally so clumsy, and he hums and swallows and that pretty much does it, Kurt shaking as he bites his bottom lip and comes with a low whine, legs flung over Finn’s shoulders as Finn keeps stroking inside of him, and it’s painful and sensitive and it feels so, so good he doesn’t want it to stop, whimpering a little as Finn slides his finger out and moves backward.
“Finn? Need help?” he asks breathlessly, hearing Finn sigh. “You came, didn’t you?”
“Um. You were really hot,” Finn says petulantly, sounding more than a little embarrassed and resentful, and Kurt barks a laugh.
“Get up here and kiss me.”
Finn complies with much more grace this time, little teasing kisses that soon give way to a full-blown make-out session and Kurt rattles the handcuffs, needing to be let free.
“Unlock me.”
“God, you’re a bossy little thing,” Finn kisses his nose, the gesture sweet and intimate and Kurt floats happily until his wrists are freed and he pushes the blindfold up, yanking Finn back to him and kissing him tenderly. “So? Was that okay?”
“You’re never going to be a dom,” is Kurt’s assessment and Finn shrugs, not looking horribly concerned.
“That’s what I have you for, right?”
Kurt laughs, cuffs Finn fondly, and pulls him onto his chest so they can kiss more. “Yes, Finn. Right.”
Title: Belonging
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1565
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary: Kurt’s getting a lot of attention since they moved to New York and Finn’s not liking it much, so he decides he needs to hear straight from Kurt’s lips who he belongs to. (Full prompt under the cut)
Anonymous asked: Kinn, consensual. In New York, Kurt acts all flirty, making Finn really jealous until he snaps. He decides the only way is to strip Kurt, tie his wrist behind his back and constantly bring him so close to coming but never letting him release until Kurt’s begging Finn to come. Finn does so, but only after Kurt says who he belongs to.
Belonging
“Thank you so much!” Kurt smiles at the man behind the counter, leaning in far too close, and the barista (who, Finn has to admit, is cute…but looks a little too much like Blaine for this to be comfortable) leans forward, almost touching Kurt and murmurs,
“Pretty boy like you? How could I not give it for free?”
“You’re sweet,” Kurt’s lowering his eyelashes like he does when they’re in the bedroom and Finn feels a sudden flash of jealousy burn in his chest.
Yes, he’d known that in New York Kurt would get far more attention than he had in Lima, but he hadn’t thought the other man would respond to it, especially since Kurt had him now and, well, wasn’t that what he’d always wanted?
But Kurt flirts for everything now: to get into clubs although they’re underaged, free drinks, free subway passes, and now apparently free coffees and something in Finn just snaps.
He doesn’t get angry often.
But Kurt’s worth fighting for.
And now he’s just got to see if Kurt thinks he’s worth fighting for.
“He doesn’t want your charity,” he growls, taking Kurt’s wrist and pulling him out before Kurt can take the free coffee, and luckily they’re only a couple of blocks away from home because Finn’s got this burning in his chest that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control, and Kurt’s not going to like this very much but…Finn needs to know.
“Finn! It was free coffee! What’re you…”
“I’m sick of you flirting,” Finn punches the button in the elevator and takes Kurt’s arm, pulling him close.
“Finn, are you…jealous?” Kurt barks a laugh and Finn shakes his head and shakes Kurt at the same time. “Hey, this is the first time I’ve ever gotten flirted with. You had it every day, so why can’t I have a little bit of fu-“
He cuts off as Finn drags him from the elevator and opens the door to their apartment, shoving Kurt inside and following, the amount of anger coursing through him almost scaring him. He knows he won’t actually hurt Kurt…he never could…but this is kind of intense.
Locking the door, he waits for Kurt to take off his jacket, still grumbling about the coffee, before grabbing him and ripping his shirt open, Kurt squawking about the buttons and the money and Finn knows he’ll have to pay him back, but right now he doesn’t care.
Pushing Kurt into the bedroom he grabs a tie from the closet, bodily lifting the smaller man onto the bed and pinning him, tying his wrists with the fabric as Kurt’s body stiffens and he shivers.
“Hey,” Finn leans in close, holding him gently. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, baby, okay? But…”
“But what?” Kurt whispers, and Finn doesn’t answer as he flips him onto his back and undoes his pants, sliding them down and grinning at the fact that Kurt’s not wearing anything under them.
He’s such a little tease.
“But this,” Finn starts stroking him roughly, Kurt gasping and hardening almost instantly even though he’s obviously a little afraid, whining as he pushes into Finn’s hand and there’s a strange sort of power Finn feels over this, knowing he’s in complete control as he strokes harshly until he knows Kurt’s on the edge, toes curling in the air and body bowstring-taut. “Do you want to come?”
“Y-yes,” Kurt groans, tipping his head back as Finn grips the base of his cock and Kurt whines at him. “You can’t. Not yet. Not until you say it.”
Kurt licks his lips, eyes narrowing in discomfort as he wiggles. “Say…say what?”
“That you’re mine. That you belong to me,” Finn hisses, once again surprised by his own vehemence but Kurt belongs to him, not some skeevy barista that calls him ‘pretty boy’ or a club bouncer who tries to subtly grope his ass on the way by (and Finn had seen that, but with the pants Kurt was wearing that night he couldn’t blame the guy) or a bartender with enough holes in his face to pass for Swiss cheese and a tattoo of a snake running along his arm that Kurt had idly stroked with his fingers.
No. Kurt’s his. And it’s about time he admitted it out loud. Because right now Finn’s not so sure he won’t leave him for the first guy that catches his fancy.
And at this point, he doesn’t think he can take that.
“No,” Kurt glares at him, stubborn as ever, and Finn strokes him again, so gently, as Kurt rolls his head back. “I’m not saying that. I don’t belong to anybody.”
“That so?” Finn dips his head, lips fitting with practiced ease over the head of Kurt’s cock as Kurt twitches and breathes out slowly through his nose.
Finn removes his hand from the other boy’s erection, slipping his mouth down further and opening his throat as Kurt whimpers, thrashing a little on the bed. Finn keeps sucking, sliding his mouth up and down as Kurt moans. “Finn…Finn, I need to…Finn, please, I…”
“Say it,” Finn pulls off, eyes dark as Kurt’s chest heaves and he shakes his head, biting his lip as if to stop it from coming out. “Then no,” Finn stood up, crossing to the closet and taking out another tie, one of his own, moving back to the bed and looping it around Kurt’s arms before attaching it to the headboard. “Be right back,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s lips before heading to the kitchen. He places a hand on the counter and shudders, wondering what he’s doing but still feeling like he has to, and he gets a glass of water to drink and heads to the computer to check his e-mails before going back to the bedroom, Kurt’s eyes lust-fogged as he whimpers and shifts. “Have anything to say to me?”
Kurt shakes his head, mouth tightly closed, and Finn shrugs and takes out a tube of lubricant from the bedside table, slicking his finger and slipping it into Kurt before he can so much as protest, mouth back on his cock as he finds Kurt’s prostate and presses, Kurt moaning in wild abandon, almost in pain, and Finn really hopes the neighbors won’t think he’s torturing the other man or something.
He keeps stimulating Kurt’s prostate, never releasing pressure, and Kurt’s shaking and sobbing and wailing a litany of ‘please-please-please’ but Finn’s not stopping, not until he gets what he wants.
“Finn!” Kurt nearly screams, mouth open and body shaking and he’s beautiful like this, completely undone but Finn knows he’s at his limit, tears leaking from his currently brilliantly-blue eyes, and he reluctantly pulls back but keeps his finger firmly against Kurt’s prostate. “Finn…” he whispers, sounding broken, and Finn gently strokes his cock with his free hand.
“Just say it for me, baby. Just say it and I’ll let you come,” he murmurs, kissing Kurt’s navel as Kurt gulps.
“I…I’m yours. Only yours, Finn Hudson. Forever. I belong to you,” he gulps and Finn grins to himself before swallowing Kurt down again and pressing at the same time and Kurt gasps and comes, just like that, Finn swallowing it all down and letting Kurt’s limp cock slip from his mouth as he pulls his finger out and wipes it on the sheets, and Kurt’s crying in a way that makes his heart clench.
He quickly slinks to the washroom and washes his hands, feeling horrible although in the moment it hadn’t felt wrong. Wiping his face, he takes a breath and goes back into the bedroom, Kurt almost asleep now as his eyelids flutter and his lips part, breathing slowly. “Hey, baby,” Finn rasps and Kurt looks at him, whimpering again. “Hey, lemme get you outta that, okay?”
Kurt nods and Finn does so, gently rubbing his wrists before lowering them to the bed and taking his shirt and jeans off, sliding in beside him and noting that Kurt’s not making any move to touch him and crap, did he scare him that bad?
“Hey?” he tries and Kurt looks at him bleakly. “Hey,” he pulls Kurt to him and hugs him tightly. “I love you. I thought…was it that bad?”
“No,” Kurt suddenly smirks and Finn feels a little stupid that he’s been conned, but Kurt’s an exceptional actor. “But don’t do it again without telling me. And you’re paying for my shirt,” he jabs Finn in the ribs with his elbow and Finn yelps.
“Yeah, totally!” Finn agrees before burying his nose in Kurt’s hair and inhaling.
“And you know I’m yours,” Kurt’s tracing patterns on his stomach, sighing against his chest. “Always, Finn. I would never leave you, but if you want me to stop flirting I’ll stop. That means no more free coffees or entrance into clubs or drinks or meals or…”
“Okay, okay,” Finn sighs, knowing he’s lost.
“You’re the only one I come home to,” Kurt whispers, leaning to kiss him and Finn groans and returns the kiss, wondering if it’s healthy to love somebody this much.
Probably not.
But he doesn’t care.
“I love you,” he says again and Kurt nods, smiling brightly and looking absolutely awed.
“I know, love. I love you, too.”
“Cool,” Finn settles them under the covers, hands clasped, and knows they’re going to be fine.
Title: Why Finn Will Never Be In Charge
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 914
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Prompt: clovrboy asked: Kinn with a bit of SnM(pretty much blind folds or handcuffs stuff like that) with Kurt as a dominant bottom.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Why Finn Will Never Be In Charge
“So, what’m I doing?” Finn asks, mumbling, and Kurt resists the urge to kick him because right now it’s about all he can do. He shakes his head and strains against the handcuffs securing him to the headboard, rather amazed that the other man’s figured this out for himself.
“I’m yours, Finn. Do you not understand that? You can do whatever you want,” Kurt tries to keep his voice soothing and sultry, but he’s undeniably annoyed. Finn, for all of his good intentions, has the imagination of an aphid.
“Anything? Should I tell you?” Finn asks and Kurt actually does kick him this time. “Ow, hey!”
“Finn. I am blindfolded. I am handcuffed. I can’t stop you. Do I need to give you step-by-step instructions?” he snaps, knowing he’s being a little unfair but Finn had wanted to try this and now he’s basically doing nothing. “It’s not that hard, you have to…mmph!” he bucks his hips and shoves Finn away again. “You don’t cover my mouth when I’m talking!”
“You said ‘anything,’ man,” Finn laughs and kisses him once more before gaining confidence, lips skimming down Kurt’s throat and over his collarbone as he sucks a mark just under where his shirt collars usually lie, biting and teasing the flesh as Kurt moans and turns his head to the side.
That’s going to be there a while, but then again it doesn’t take much to leave a mark on his near-white skin, and he sighs as Finn continues to kiss down his chest, tongue darting out to lave a peaked nipple as Kurt gasps and moans again, the sensations somehow amplified by the fact that he can’t see.
He didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, mostly because Finn’s so loud that Kurt would have gotten a clue as to where he was even if he couldn’t see, but this…
Finn’s teeth close around his nipple, slight pressure that has him making a rather embarrassing noise, and Finn keeps sucking as Kurt feels himself growing hard and oh, God, Finn could probably keep doing that and he’d come.
“That good?” Finn asks throatily and Kurt feels his thumb brush against his other nipple, the double assault completely overloading his senses and all he can do is whine rather helplessly. “Guess so.”
“Stop…teasing,” he finally forces out, although the words take a while to form and they don’t sound quite right. “Just…suck me.”
“Hey, who’s in charge here?” Finn laughs and Kurt knees him in the chest. “Ow, dude! Okay!”
“Good,” Kurt growls, swallowing and yelping as Finn reaches to pinch his nipple playfully again before he goes completely silent, and it’s scary, because he could be anywhere, he could have left, he could be…
Kurt’s going to deny the rather crude string of curses that comes out of his mouth at the fact that Finn’s just deep-throated him with no warning, sucking with relish and Kurt will swear that he actually loves this because he’s so enthusiastic about it, slurping and licking and humming and running his tongue along the thick vein, one hand coming to fondle his balls slightly before sliding back and tracing his entrance, Kurt flinging his legs apart and arching his hips to give Finn better access and they are so doing this more often because it feels amazing.
“Finn,” he growls and Finn mumbles something, hand skimming up his torso and he’s tracing Kurt’s lips so Kurt obligingly opens his mouth, sucking on the other man’s fingers and twirling his tongue around them as Finn groans around him.
“What d’you want, baby?” Finn asks, low and intimate as he playfully licks the head of Kurt’s leaking cock, and Kurt mutters something uncomplimentary under his breath. “Tell me. You seem to like bossing me around, so…”
“Mouth on cock, Hudson,” he snarls and Finn complies, back to sucking expertly as his now-slick finger slides into Kurt’s body, Kurt moaning and throwing his head back, arms straining against the cuffs because he wants to badly to just touch.
Finn’s long finger presses against his prostate, far too expert for somebody normally so clumsy, and he hums and swallows and that pretty much does it, Kurt shaking as he bites his bottom lip and comes with a low whine, legs flung over Finn’s shoulders as Finn keeps stroking inside of him, and it’s painful and sensitive and it feels so, so good he doesn’t want it to stop, whimpering a little as Finn slides his finger out and moves backward.
“Finn? Need help?” he asks breathlessly, hearing Finn sigh. “You came, didn’t you?”
“Um. You were really hot,” Finn says petulantly, sounding more than a little embarrassed and resentful, and Kurt barks a laugh.
“Get up here and kiss me.”
Finn complies with much more grace this time, little teasing kisses that soon give way to a full-blown make-out session and Kurt rattles the handcuffs, needing to be let free.
“Unlock me.”
“God, you’re a bossy little thing,” Finn kisses his nose, the gesture sweet and intimate and Kurt floats happily until his wrists are freed and he pushes the blindfold up, yanking Finn back to him and kissing him tenderly. “So? Was that okay?”
“You’re never going to be a dom,” is Kurt’s assessment and Finn shrugs, not looking horribly concerned.
“That’s what I have you for, right?”
Kurt laughs, cuffs Finn fondly, and pulls him onto his chest so they can kiss more. “Yes, Finn. Right.”
Title: Belonging
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1565
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary: Kurt’s getting a lot of attention since they moved to New York and Finn’s not liking it much, so he decides he needs to hear straight from Kurt’s lips who he belongs to. (Full prompt under the cut)
Anonymous asked: Kinn, consensual. In New York, Kurt acts all flirty, making Finn really jealous until he snaps. He decides the only way is to strip Kurt, tie his wrist behind his back and constantly bring him so close to coming but never letting him release until Kurt’s begging Finn to come. Finn does so, but only after Kurt says who he belongs to.
Belonging
“Thank you so much!” Kurt smiles at the man behind the counter, leaning in far too close, and the barista (who, Finn has to admit, is cute…but looks a little too much like Blaine for this to be comfortable) leans forward, almost touching Kurt and murmurs,
“Pretty boy like you? How could I not give it for free?”
“You’re sweet,” Kurt’s lowering his eyelashes like he does when they’re in the bedroom and Finn feels a sudden flash of jealousy burn in his chest.
Yes, he’d known that in New York Kurt would get far more attention than he had in Lima, but he hadn’t thought the other man would respond to it, especially since Kurt had him now and, well, wasn’t that what he’d always wanted?
But Kurt flirts for everything now: to get into clubs although they’re underaged, free drinks, free subway passes, and now apparently free coffees and something in Finn just snaps.
He doesn’t get angry often.
But Kurt’s worth fighting for.
And now he’s just got to see if Kurt thinks he’s worth fighting for.
“He doesn’t want your charity,” he growls, taking Kurt’s wrist and pulling him out before Kurt can take the free coffee, and luckily they’re only a couple of blocks away from home because Finn’s got this burning in his chest that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control, and Kurt’s not going to like this very much but…Finn needs to know.
“Finn! It was free coffee! What’re you…”
“I’m sick of you flirting,” Finn punches the button in the elevator and takes Kurt’s arm, pulling him close.
“Finn, are you…jealous?” Kurt barks a laugh and Finn shakes his head and shakes Kurt at the same time. “Hey, this is the first time I’ve ever gotten flirted with. You had it every day, so why can’t I have a little bit of fu-“
He cuts off as Finn drags him from the elevator and opens the door to their apartment, shoving Kurt inside and following, the amount of anger coursing through him almost scaring him. He knows he won’t actually hurt Kurt…he never could…but this is kind of intense.
Locking the door, he waits for Kurt to take off his jacket, still grumbling about the coffee, before grabbing him and ripping his shirt open, Kurt squawking about the buttons and the money and Finn knows he’ll have to pay him back, but right now he doesn’t care.
Pushing Kurt into the bedroom he grabs a tie from the closet, bodily lifting the smaller man onto the bed and pinning him, tying his wrists with the fabric as Kurt’s body stiffens and he shivers.
“Hey,” Finn leans in close, holding him gently. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, baby, okay? But…”
“But what?” Kurt whispers, and Finn doesn’t answer as he flips him onto his back and undoes his pants, sliding them down and grinning at the fact that Kurt’s not wearing anything under them.
He’s such a little tease.
“But this,” Finn starts stroking him roughly, Kurt gasping and hardening almost instantly even though he’s obviously a little afraid, whining as he pushes into Finn’s hand and there’s a strange sort of power Finn feels over this, knowing he’s in complete control as he strokes harshly until he knows Kurt’s on the edge, toes curling in the air and body bowstring-taut. “Do you want to come?”
“Y-yes,” Kurt groans, tipping his head back as Finn grips the base of his cock and Kurt whines at him. “You can’t. Not yet. Not until you say it.”
Kurt licks his lips, eyes narrowing in discomfort as he wiggles. “Say…say what?”
“That you’re mine. That you belong to me,” Finn hisses, once again surprised by his own vehemence but Kurt belongs to him, not some skeevy barista that calls him ‘pretty boy’ or a club bouncer who tries to subtly grope his ass on the way by (and Finn had seen that, but with the pants Kurt was wearing that night he couldn’t blame the guy) or a bartender with enough holes in his face to pass for Swiss cheese and a tattoo of a snake running along his arm that Kurt had idly stroked with his fingers.
No. Kurt’s his. And it’s about time he admitted it out loud. Because right now Finn’s not so sure he won’t leave him for the first guy that catches his fancy.
And at this point, he doesn’t think he can take that.
“No,” Kurt glares at him, stubborn as ever, and Finn strokes him again, so gently, as Kurt rolls his head back. “I’m not saying that. I don’t belong to anybody.”
“That so?” Finn dips his head, lips fitting with practiced ease over the head of Kurt’s cock as Kurt twitches and breathes out slowly through his nose.
Finn removes his hand from the other boy’s erection, slipping his mouth down further and opening his throat as Kurt whimpers, thrashing a little on the bed. Finn keeps sucking, sliding his mouth up and down as Kurt moans. “Finn…Finn, I need to…Finn, please, I…”
“Say it,” Finn pulls off, eyes dark as Kurt’s chest heaves and he shakes his head, biting his lip as if to stop it from coming out. “Then no,” Finn stood up, crossing to the closet and taking out another tie, one of his own, moving back to the bed and looping it around Kurt’s arms before attaching it to the headboard. “Be right back,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s lips before heading to the kitchen. He places a hand on the counter and shudders, wondering what he’s doing but still feeling like he has to, and he gets a glass of water to drink and heads to the computer to check his e-mails before going back to the bedroom, Kurt’s eyes lust-fogged as he whimpers and shifts. “Have anything to say to me?”
Kurt shakes his head, mouth tightly closed, and Finn shrugs and takes out a tube of lubricant from the bedside table, slicking his finger and slipping it into Kurt before he can so much as protest, mouth back on his cock as he finds Kurt’s prostate and presses, Kurt moaning in wild abandon, almost in pain, and Finn really hopes the neighbors won’t think he’s torturing the other man or something.
He keeps stimulating Kurt’s prostate, never releasing pressure, and Kurt’s shaking and sobbing and wailing a litany of ‘please-please-please’ but Finn’s not stopping, not until he gets what he wants.
“Finn!” Kurt nearly screams, mouth open and body shaking and he’s beautiful like this, completely undone but Finn knows he’s at his limit, tears leaking from his currently brilliantly-blue eyes, and he reluctantly pulls back but keeps his finger firmly against Kurt’s prostate. “Finn…” he whispers, sounding broken, and Finn gently strokes his cock with his free hand.
“Just say it for me, baby. Just say it and I’ll let you come,” he murmurs, kissing Kurt’s navel as Kurt gulps.
“I…I’m yours. Only yours, Finn Hudson. Forever. I belong to you,” he gulps and Finn grins to himself before swallowing Kurt down again and pressing at the same time and Kurt gasps and comes, just like that, Finn swallowing it all down and letting Kurt’s limp cock slip from his mouth as he pulls his finger out and wipes it on the sheets, and Kurt’s crying in a way that makes his heart clench.
He quickly slinks to the washroom and washes his hands, feeling horrible although in the moment it hadn’t felt wrong. Wiping his face, he takes a breath and goes back into the bedroom, Kurt almost asleep now as his eyelids flutter and his lips part, breathing slowly. “Hey, baby,” Finn rasps and Kurt looks at him, whimpering again. “Hey, lemme get you outta that, okay?”
Kurt nods and Finn does so, gently rubbing his wrists before lowering them to the bed and taking his shirt and jeans off, sliding in beside him and noting that Kurt’s not making any move to touch him and crap, did he scare him that bad?
“Hey?” he tries and Kurt looks at him bleakly. “Hey,” he pulls Kurt to him and hugs him tightly. “I love you. I thought…was it that bad?”
“No,” Kurt suddenly smirks and Finn feels a little stupid that he’s been conned, but Kurt’s an exceptional actor. “But don’t do it again without telling me. And you’re paying for my shirt,” he jabs Finn in the ribs with his elbow and Finn yelps.
“Yeah, totally!” Finn agrees before burying his nose in Kurt’s hair and inhaling.
“And you know I’m yours,” Kurt’s tracing patterns on his stomach, sighing against his chest. “Always, Finn. I would never leave you, but if you want me to stop flirting I’ll stop. That means no more free coffees or entrance into clubs or drinks or meals or…”
“Okay, okay,” Finn sighs, knowing he’s lost.
“You’re the only one I come home to,” Kurt whispers, leaning to kiss him and Finn groans and returns the kiss, wondering if it’s healthy to love somebody this much.
Probably not.
But he doesn’t care.
“I love you,” he says again and Kurt nods, smiling brightly and looking absolutely awed.
“I know, love. I love you, too.”
“Cool,” Finn settles them under the covers, hands clasped, and knows they’re going to be fine.