"Would you like to come in?" Adam asks, unlocking the door and turning to give Kurt a lopsided grin. "I've got some beer in the fridge."
Kurt can almost still feel the press of Adam's hand against his thigh from dinner, still remembers what Adam had whispered in his ear in the restaurant.
You are fucking gorgeous you are.
They're not going to be drinking beer.
Kurt's back slams against Adam's front door just as he shuts it with a click and the sharp fizzle of pain that runs through him is lost in the sensation of Adam sucking at Kurt's collarbone. Kurt's arms are instantly around Adam's neck, tugging the taller man closer and hitching his own leg up so that he can press their groins together. Adam's lips are now moving feverishly up and down Kurt's neck, making Kurt tighten his arms, in an attempt to get Adam even closer. He can feel the slam of Adam's heart against his where their chests are pressed together, he can feel as well as hear Adam exhale onto Kurt's skin. It's taking all of Kurt's self-restraint to stop his hips from bucking up against Adam and his tenuous hold is broken the moment Adam bites gently at the curve of Kurt's neck.
Kurt moans loudly and his arms fall from around Adam's neck so that Kurt can scratch at Adam's back, forcing Adam to thrust down against him. The friction is delicious.
"Oh god Kurt," Adam pants, moving a hand from Kurt's waist to cup his face. "I want to fuck you so badly."
Kurt licks his lips and his hands move from the small of Adam's back to his ass. "You haven't even kissed me yet."
Adam smirks, bending his head so that their forwards are touching. His breath tickles against Kurt's face and his lips tease at how close they are. And when Adam's lips finally come down on Kurt's, Kurt's relief is so sweet that he lets Adam take what he wants, lets his own mouth be claimed by Adam's rough kiss. Kurt whimpers and it's like a dam has been opened, Kurt's hands are clawing desperately at Adam's ass and he gets hitched further up the wall by Adam rocking his hips against Kurt's.
Kurt needs so much, it's terrifying. Even the seconds between kisses to take a breath is agonising and the dirty promises that Adams pants out only make him scratch harder, kiss more desperately.
Adam bends Kurt over his bed and works him open slowly, twisting and scissoring until Kurt can't remember a time when he didn't feel the pleasurable burn of Adam's fingers. He's so careful with Kurt, placing kisses every so often at the small of Kurt's back, rubbing circles into the creases between Kurt's knees and murmuring encouragements, making him feel so good
And when Kurt says as much, breathless and in-between moans, Adam laughs gently and rewards him by adding another finger and groaning when Kurt doesn't resist, just slumps lower on the bed and lets out another muffled moan.
"You're so good for me babe," Adam praises. "Always so good for me."
And then finally, Adam replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding into Kurt and making Kurt feel every inch, every drag. He stops when he's all the way in, resting his head in the crook of Kurt's neck and breathing heavily. But the moment's brief because soon Kurt is urging him on, wrapping his arms around Adam's torso and dragging his nails against Adam's naked back as Adam begins to move. Kurt can't last and Adam obviously knows that by the way he hits Kurt's prostate on every thrust. Kurt's hands grasp at the cotton sheets as Adam speeds up the pace, ignoring how hard his dick is and instead focusing on the way Adam is licking drops of sweat from his neck.
But it ends, it has to and the two of them are left lying on sticky sheets, both spent and panting loudly with their hands clasped.
They smile.
