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Redemption (Kurt, Kurofsky) - NC-17	By : ibshafer Category: G through L > Glee Views: 5726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story: Redemption – Part 5/6
Chapter: Research – part 2
Fandom: Glee
Author: ibshafer
Rating: NC-17!!
Character/Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: …the waiting is over… This is it!
Warnings: well, it’s NC-17, so that sort of says it all, I think…
A/N: The author does not in any way condone bullying or any form of aggression towards homosexuals, or anyone else, for that matter.
Research – pt 3
- ibshafer
W-w-wait!!
He was the first person who would have admitted he was a control freak, no delusions there, but still, when Dave turned the tables on him, and with such glee, such brute animal strength, he had one pure moment of panic.
Luckily for Dave, and Kurt’s virginity, it was a moment that passed quickly.
As it turns out, young Master Neanderthal was pretty damn good with his tongue, too…
And his hands.
And let’s not forget his lips.
Kurt was thrilled to learn that the passion he’d felt in that first kiss so long ago hadn’t been a fluke and as overwrought and impatient as Dave could have been (and was), he was also clearly intent, especially with the time Kurt’s…help had bought him, on enjoying himself – and making sure that Kurt did, too.
He had Kurt’s dove grey cashmere sweater off so quickly, Kurt didn’t even have time to chastise him for stressing the knit and, Kurt was touched to note, rather than toss the precious garment onto the floor, he folded it awkwardly and laid it out on the old padded chair on the other side of the bed.
Sweater off, Dave started to work on the buttons of the white cotton oxford beneath it. Kneeling before him, hands shaking a little, Dave’s face was intent and his brow was furrowed with concentration and uncertainty, but he was so focused, so fervent, so determined, that Kurt just melted at the sight of him. Reaching up to touch that broad face as Dave fumbled with the last button, Kurt leaned up to kiss him soundly.
With the tiniest moan of surrender in the back of his throat, Dave enveloped him, guiding Kurt’s body back against the pillows, then stretching out over him heavily with a sigh of pure relief, settling himself, fitting himself, into every dip and plane of Kurt’s body, never breaking the kiss, never losing contact.
Oh, god, he feels so good…
A moment later and Kurt was gasping for air; Dave was busy again. Lips to the side of Kurt’s neck, he kissed a line down the smooth column, at the same time, running the fingers of his right hand up Kurt’s shaking belly, tracing the lines of him with his fingertips. Lips and fingers met in the middle, circling where Kurt had peaked in response, and there, Dave stopped to worship, drawing first one, then the other inside wet heat and suction, teeth driving him mad, then soothing him with the flat of his tongue.
He didn’t…he didn’t learn that from the video. I know that video and no one did this…
Dave continued to suckle and Kurt arched into the sensation with a throaty moan, head back and buried in the pillows. Dave was running his hands frantically over Kurt’s body as if desperate for it, circling behind, drawing him close, pressing himself into him again, insistent, serious.
Wherever their bodies met, heat was building, most especially where hip met hip. Kurt couldn’t keep himself from moving, desperate for still more friction, agonized by the restriction even his silk boxers gave, by the little bit of Dave he could feel trapped between them, and as the rhythm increased, Dave met him, move for move. Letting his thighs fall away, he guided Dave closer, bucking up to meet him, frantic and aching and—
Dave had stopped moving, pulled lips away from his chest, breath harsh against the skin, instead laying his hand flat over Kurt’s heart, holding him back that way.
When Kurt opened his eyes, Dave was breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed.
“God, I want you” he breathed, bucking once for emphasis.
Kurt felt his brain go numb at the sensation.
Unable to form coherent words, he merely nodded mutely.
Yes! YES! What are you waiting for?
It was then that Dave Karofsky, in a somewhat illustrious career of it, said the stupidest thing he had ever said.
“Maybe we should slow things down a little bit?”
What?!
“Are you kidding me,” Kurt hissed in frustration, trying to bite Dave’s chin, a move the athlete dodged easily, what with Kurt pinned down by his…one palm. “You just said you wanted me – you looked like you meant it, too – and now you want to slow things down?” Kurt struggled for a moment against the hand. “Besides, I thought it was my turn?” He made a grab for Dave’s hips to pull him back down, but Dave had other plans.
“It is. It is…” Dave said, smiling serenely from where he hung suspended (and way too high!) over Kurt’s face. “I’m not the only one who isn’t going to ‘last long,’ you know…” He leaned down, kissing Kurt’s frustrated mouth quickly. “Trust me, it’ll be okay. I’m a fast learner…” Then he slid both hands down Kurt’s belly.
Just when Kurt had been about to damn his testicles to hell, Dave was moving his hands again.
At first, Kurt jumped at the touch, over-sensitized as he was, but then he succumbed to the feeling, so deliberate, so strong. A moment later and those hands were tugging at the velvet waistband of his jeans. Keening with impatience, but pleased at this development, Kurt lifted his butt off the bed to help, squirming as Dave peeled both jeans and boxers off in one move.
He was chilled for the briefest moment, but forgot it when Dave picked up the line of kisses where he’d last left off, tracing down Kurt’s belly with the tip of his tongue, so pleased by his own efforts that he was moaning in chorus with Kurt. He paused at Kurt’s innie, making Kurt squirm for a moment (chuckling softly as he did so), then he was on his way.
Swallowing hard, Kurt struggled to support himself on his elbows so he could watch, but Dave was moving ridiculously slowly (how can he do that?!) and Kurt was beginning to shake – from fatigue, from sensation – and so when Dave ran his big hands up Kurt’s trembling thighs, Kurt got only the briefest view of the tip of Dave’s tongue touching where Kurt rose up to meet him, before he lost strength and, shuddering, fell back against the pillows.
Thank god he wasn’t the only impatient one...
Dave stunned him by swallowing him whole and while Kurt admitted to not being much more than a mouthful, it was still impressive for a first-timer. (At least, that’s what Kurt had gleaned from his hours of porn viewing…)
But, yea, gods!! Yea, Celine and Liza…
Kurt wanted to sing! This was the most glorious thing he had ever felt; hot wet suction, Dave’s fingers stroking the oh-so sensitive skin beneath where his mouth was focused. Kurt found he could no longer fight the call of his hips; he began moving in counterpoint to Dave’s attentions, grateful that Dave didn’t hold him back this time, grateful for Dave’s fingers and tongue, grateful for Dave, grateful for—
Suddenly, he was shouting and coming and laughing and coming and in the middle of all of that, Dave’s hand clamped over his mouth.
“Quiet!! Quiet,” he hissed, eyes panicked even as he laughed. “My parents might not be home, but the old lady next door has really, really good hearing…”
Kurt licked his palm, moaning when he tasted himself there, and Dave just burst out laughing.
Dave pulled his hand away, but before Kurt could say anything, Dave was kissing him again and since Kurt had just been about to thank and compliment him, he was just as happy to do it this way.
Sighing deeply, gratified and satisfied, as they say, Kurt was happy and looking forward to being even more so, but first there was a matter that needed rectifying immediately.
Dave was still dressed…
tbc...
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