Warning: contains biting in a sexual context.
Disclaimer: I so don't own any of these characters.
A/N: Response to a one word kink meme prompt: "Bite".
Kurt took Puck's hand and pulled him down the stairs to his bedroom.
"Thank God," Kurt muttered as he descended. "I thought they'd never leave."
"Don't worry about it, babe," Puck said lazily, following Kurt down the the stairs. "Just be happy they left at all."
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kurt slammed Puck up against the wall with a surprising amount of strength.
"Happy?" he snarled. "Happy that I had to sit all through dinner with your foot in my crotch, and you sitting there looking just plain edible, and I had to sit still for four fucking hours and listen while they gabbled on about fucking baseball?"
Puck grinned at him. "What can I say, babe? I can't help being a stud."
"You don't have to say anything," with which comment Kurt ripped open Puck's jeans and pushed them to the carpet. Kurt slid his hands up beneath Puck's shirt as he sank to his knees. He gazed up, past Puck's erection, to his secret lover's face. "You teased me the whole way through dinner. Well guess what, Puckerman? It's my turn now."
Kurt's hands moved up and down Puck's front, moving from his abs to his hips to his thighs and back again, not touching the one place Puck wanted his hands. Or his mouth. Or any body part, really. Puck wasn't fussed.
Kurt leaned his forward, his mouth hovering, tantalisingly, barely an inch from Puck's cock. Then a wicked smirk spread across his face, and he plunged forward and to the left. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh just about Puck's hipbone.
A yelp of surprise escaped Puck's lips, then a groan as Kurt's tongue darted over the bite. "You are such a fucking cocktease."
"You love it," Kurt countered. Not in a jokey 'I know you hate it' way. In a serious 'You actually do love it, so quit moaning' kind of a way.
Because Kurt was right. Puck really did love it.
He loved the feel of Kurt's teeth digging into him.
He loved the warmth of Kurt's mouth against his skin.
He loved the way the pain tingled as Kurt's tongue flicked across him, all the while keeping his teeth embedded in Puck's flesh.
He loved the way it turned Kurt on so much, so much that he would pull back and look up at him with such undisguised lust.
He loved the way that Kurt would always return to each bitemark and gently, oh so gently, soothe it with his tongue.
And he especially loved the way a bruise would form around the teethmarks - marking him out at Kurt's. He couldn't acknowledge their relationship (if that's what you'd call it) at school, but he could feel the tender marks beneath his shirt, and he could know that he was Kurt's, and that Kurt was his, and really, that was just about the hottest fucking thing in the world.
:-)
(I'm just going to apologise now to all those with author alerts on me - I've been going fill-crazy with Pyroclastic's recent fic meme and will be uploading at least fifteen new mini-fics over the next short while. Just so that you are forewarned!)