In which sexuality is a little more fluid than Kurt Hummel ever really expected.
Warnings: Sweet, Sappy, hella smutty, Santana g!p.
Pairing: Pezberry in flashbacks (not romantically), kurtcheltana in the making.
Note: We aint even sorry for this.
Tequila shooters were a fucking great invention Santana mused as she sank back onto the couch between her two roommates. The three New Yorkers had just spent the better part of their evening going from club to club and causing damage, and had just gotten home in a pleasant drunken haze. Or at least Rachel and Kurt seemed to be in a daze. Santana was just fucking hard.
Santana glanced between the two singers, completely uninterested as to what they were prattling on about, before interrupting Rachel mid sentence by pulling her on to her lap. "Porcelain the way I figure it you got about 10 minutes before we start fucking so get comfy or clear out," Santana growled before pulling an all too willing Rachel into a heated kiss.
The two brunettes had been having sex for about two months now, and Santana was loving every minute of it. She still found the diva to be annoying as hell most of the time, but it turned out Rachel had been hiding a sex goddess under all that argyle. That would have been enough to reel Santana into the whole setup, but about a month ago they had discovered a very strong submissive streak in the smaller woman that meshed extremely well with Santana's dominant side. Now she was more than content with letting this thing go wherever it would.
The alcohol coursing through both of their systems lessened their inhibitions greatly, and in a few minutes Santana was panting into Rachel's mouth as the petite brunette grinded down on her lap, causing her dick to become almost painful in her shorts. With a growl the Latina pushed Rachel back and went to pull down her shorts as best as she could, when it finally dawned on her that Kurt was still sitting right next to them, and the unexpected look of arousal on his face and the tent in his silk pajamas was enough to make Santana's lips curl into an almost deadly smile.
Rachel continued to kiss and nibble at Santana's neck, too distracted by the hand firmly squeezing her ass and now guiding her down hard onto Santana's thigh to realize that they weren't in private- not to mention the utter lack of self-control the alcohol was causing.
Next to them, Kurt swallowed thickly. His mind was racing as fast as a lack of sobriety would allow, and the second the Latina's eyes locked with his, his spine went stiff and he swore his cock twitched in his pants. He could feel a hot flush spread over his cheeks as his eyes got darker, shooting back and forth between Rachel's grinding, the large, throbbing dick between Santana's legs, and Santana's every sharpening smirk.
For a moment, his mind flashed back to a little less than a month ago, when he'd been woken up by the two of them. Generally, he slept deeply enough and they were mostly quiet enough that the sex didn't bother him. And they were, usually good about not doing it when he was home.
Even Santana was somewhat almost civil about keeping it private between her and Rachel.
But that night, he had woken up to… a sort of slapping sound. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and before he knew it he was peeking into Rachel's room. There on the bed had been Santana, Rachel over her lap, spanking the other young woman firmly. Rachel was gagged, and had Kurt not instantly noticed the aroused flush on her cheek he might have thought his best friend was in distress.
The longer he watched the more obvious it became that Rachel wasin distress, just… not a bad kind…
Then he had felt himself getting hard, eyes focused on the perfectly cool and collected face of Santana Lopez as she spanked Rachel Berry right into an orgasm, a dominating smirk on her lips the only sign that she was enjoying the action very, very much. As Rachel had come down, Santana pushed Rachel firmly to her knees, Kurt had nearly let out an audible gasp.
He had known Santana had a penis. After living with her for almost three years in a loft that didn't give any real privacy it was bound to be figured out. But he had never seen it hard.
And oh goodness was it ever hard… And thick, and long. He had wagered it to be about eight inches, but just… the girth. His ass had clenched, dick twitched hard, and before he could somehow convince himself that it wouldn't be a bad idea to stay, Kurt made a hasty retreat back to his room.
Since then, Kurt just didn't know what to think. He'd been pretty sure it was just a matter of seeing such a nice penis, but the more he thought it over the more he realized that while his roommate's package was certainly fantastic, it hadn't been his sole focus, and he had already been getting aroused before actually see it in all of it's glory.
No. He had been getting hard watching Santana dominate Rachel. And not because Rachel was submitting. It was purely the act of dominance that had been arousing him.
It was terrifying. And Kurt had since then made it a point to be out and about as often as possible, even almost avoiding the two girls whenever they were together.
Of course they noticed.
A long talk filled with concerns and annoyance (mostly from Santana) later, and they had dragged him out with them.
And now, they were here, and Santana looked ready to eat him alive.
Snapping back to reality as he felt a hand going from his shoulder to his neck, flight instincts kicked in hard, and with a yelp Kurt tried shooting up and away, babbling anxiously about leaving them alone, being tired, time for bed— And then he was being pulled back down to the couch hard, entire body freezing up in shock as nerve ripples up his spine.
Santana almost laughed at the near comical expression of panic on Kurt's face. It was obvious that he was ridiculously aroused, and even more obvious that he was way confused about that arousal. Santana couldn't really fault the man for the confusion, sexuality was a sticky thing that some people were so into they didn't give themselves the smallest wiggle room. For her over the last few years, she had decided that while she was definitely attracted to chicks, if something else made her dick hard she wasn't gonna ignore it.
"Not so fast Hummel," she said grinning, her voice dripping with honey and venom. Running her hand up his neck she dug her nails into the man's hair and gently fisted a good chunk of it. Kurt's entire body jolted under her touch and she let the hair go just enough to pull him towards her. She could see he was about to protest and she shushed him gently, letting her hand run back down his neck and put a little pressure on the soft skin. "It's okay, just stop thinking for a few moments," she growled soothingly before pulling him further into her and pressing their lips together in a forceful but not messy kiss.
His lips were soft, Santana noted as he moaned into her mouth, and very quickly the Latina was forcing her tongue between his lips, completely dominating the kiss and drawling out sounds of pained pleasure. Reaching forwards she grabbed for Rachel, who seemingly hadn't yet noticed what was going on, and grabbed her hand, moving it to Kurt's lap and pressing it down on his silk covered cock firmly. The debauched moans both of them let out at the contact went straight to her gut and her free hand began pushing Rachel harder down on her thigh.
It was with a bit of a start that Rachel noticed her hand was not on Santana's cock, but on— "K-Kurt-?" she panted, eyes going wide and dilating, darkening, as she watched Santana and him kiss. Or more, Santana utterly take over his mouth and the young man melt right into it.
Her heart fluttered slightly, a sort of… submissive empathy. Maybe later she would find the whole thing weird or awkward, maybe, but Rachel didn't feel intoxicated enough to do anything she'd truly regret. And while there would be questions later, right now it seemed that so far Kurt was okay with this, so… She figured, as she slowly began to squeeze him lightly in time with the nips that Santana used on his lower lip and tongue, that between Santana and her they'd be able to keep an eye on him to make sure one of them didn't get too carried away.
With that in mind, Rachel's decision was made. She lifted herself off Santana's thigh, shivering at the slightly growl the other woman let out because of it, and shifted closer to them. Then, keeping one hand where it was on Kurt, she wrapped her other around Santana's heavy cock, pumping it slowly as she leaned in to gently kiss Kurt's neck.
Kurt moaned lewdly, gasping sharply as he felt Santana's hand move down from his neck to his ass, groping hard, and out of the corner of his hooded eyes noticed Rachel.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally he decided that no one was telling him to go, and his body certainly was begging him to stay. He could figure the logistics out later, right?
Without a word he turned his head away from Santana, tilted it down a bit, and caught Rachel's lips.
She responded instantly, and he put a hand around the one she had already on Santana, helping her jack Santana off as they kissed over her.
The sight before her was the very definition of sexy, and for the smallest of moments Santana had to take a deep breath to control her body's reaction. "Fuck that's hot," she growled, eyes blown out and dark and hands roaming freely up and down their bodies.
Eyes focused on the two singers, she pushed her hand into the back of Kurt's pajama bottoms and began roughly palming his ass, pushing and pulling the soft skin hard enough to probably leave marks. Her other hand moved to Rachel's chest, pushing up the fabric of her loose t-shirt and moving to immediately begin pinching her nipples hard. Both of them jumped and the hands around her cock tightened, causing her abs to clench appreciatively.
"Kurt, pinch Rachel's nipples and Rachel pull his cock out. I want to see it," she ordered, shifting further back into the couch. Immediately the two did as told and Santana's mouth watered and her eyes darted between the sight of Kurt pulling roughly on Rachel's nipples and Kurt's dick straining outside of his pajamas. "Fucking good," she growled.
Carefully she extricated herself from under the two brunettes and moved till she was standing next to them. In a quick moment she had removed her shirt and shorts and began to leisurely pump her dick next to their faces. "Kurt, start rubbing Rachel's pussy, Rachel guide his hand" she said thickly before burying her hands in their hair and pulling them apart and towards her cock. "Lick," she said plainly.
For the upteenth time Kurt froze nervously. "W-what—" But a hand was already tangled in his hair firmly, guiding his face to the large cock erect and full between Santana's legs, and his eyes anxiously shifted between Rachel and Santana both. With a small smile, Rachel moved her hand over Kurt's, gently guiding him to press his hand up against her. She still wore her panties, though they were completely soaked through, and Rachel began to slowly help Kurt rub his fingers up and down her covered pussy.
"J-just like that, Kurt," encouraged Rachel, leaning in again, momentarily ignoring Santana's command to focus on making her friend comfortable again. She kissed him slowly, and before long he was rubbing as directed on his own, even testing different amounts of pressure here and there.
Finally, a few minutes later, Kurt found a good rhythm, and they both turned their attention to the dick between their faces. Without a word they pressed their lips to the large head, kissing it lightly, then with more tongue, before practically almost making out with it between them. Kurt then moved his tongue to the length, licking and kissing up and down it as Rachel continued suckling at the head. She didn't take it completely in her mouth, having not been given permission to do so, but nonetheless licked under the glands, around the slit and then just near where Santana's foreskin pulled back.
Kurt couldn't get enough, it seemed. For one, Santana's cock was just… so heavy. The veins seemed to throb against his tongue, but they were so obvious that it was ugly. And she smelled clean, musky in a good way. Santana, he decided, had a lovely cock. A lovely, huge cock. And he was apparently lucky enough to be able to share it.
"Fuck just like that," Santana groaned, her hands tightening in their hair and holding their heads in place as she started to push back and forth, eyes unable to focus on one thing for more than a few seconds. Swallowing hard she pulled back for a moment and began stripping the two of them, first removing Rachel's shirt and panties, and then pulling Kurt's pajama bottoms the rest of the way off.
Leaning over she kissed Rachel hard, nipping at the girl's bottom lip before moving to Kurt and kissing him just a slight more gently than Rachel. She could see he was a little overwhelmed by the entire situation, but definitely willing to continue, and she scratched her nails up and down his back as she explored his mouth. "If you need to stop say red okay?" She said pulling back and looking into his eyes as she ran one hand up and down Rachel's stomach, dipping down to her pussy every few times to push on her clit.
Swallowing hard, unable to tear his eyes from Santana's, Kurt nodded slowly. He was panting already, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow and cheek flush. "R-red. O-Okay. I'll— if i need to—- Okay." He was given one last kiss and an oddly, almost affectionate scratch at the nape of his neck, sending shivers racing up and down his spine, straight to his cock and balls, before Santana leaned away.
He watched as she turned her attention to Rachel, taking the smaller woman's nipples in both hands and tugging on them, with a simple command of "Up." The other singer obeyed immediately, and then she was sitting on Kurt's lap, his cock between her pussy lip, but not inside of her at all. Again he tensed, this time at the pure sensation, and his hands froze awkwardly at his side.
"Um— What—" he choked out. But Rachel began to grind against him, slowly, with purpose, and his stuttering turned into moans as his eyes nearly rolled back.
There was immeasurable amount of heat and wetness coming from Rachel's pussy, gliding over his cock like nothing he had quite felt before. Had never really cared to feel, honestly. And really, he still wasn't sure he cared for it so much, but… It was Rachel. And it was Rachel obeying and submitting to Santana.
Once again the details didn't seem as important as the reality, and as he watched Santana tangle her hands into Rachel's hair and order her to suck, Kurt's hands finally found life.
One hand went to Rachel's hip, holding her, anchoring them both in a way, as the other wrapped around, and he went between her legs, tentatively beginning to explore with soft touches. He didn't hesitate to kiss the woman's neck and shoulders, though. That, at least, was something familiar as far as the action went, and it gave him the most obscene view of Santana's cock fucking Rachel's mouth and throat slowly, making his mouth water.
Rachel was in heaven. Kurt's fingers were unsure, but soft and dexterous. And he was clearly listening to her reactions to what he did. The hand on her hip was hot, kisses against her skin soothing, and contrasting with the strong hands pulling forcefully on her hair as her jaw was stretched to it's limit and Santana's dick slid in and out of her throat.
She moaned around the cock, thrilling at the taste and perfect amount of control the Latina used on her. The exact balance between roughness and self-control, the sort of balance that made Rachel's submissive thrill and roll over in need.
A sheen of sweat was soon covering Santana's forehead as she thrust in and out of Rachel's mouth, the familiarity of the feeling helping to calm her urge to go too fast too soon in the situation. Her eyes stayed on Kurt as the man's soft lips covered Rachel's neck and shoulder with open mouthed kisses, and she smiled internally at the gentleness he did so with. "Good, just like that," she murmured as she ran the hand not tangled in Rachel's hair, up and down Kurt's neck, scratching the pale skin lightly.
Soon, she could see him completely relaxing into the situation again and even starting to buck his hips slightly up against Rachel. Pulling out of Rachel's mouth she began to stroke the woman's neck like she had done Kurts, while she guided his lips to the head of her cock and teased his lips, covering them in glistening precum. "Open your mouth," she said, her voice thick and heavy. Immediately, Kurt's mouth open and Santana pressed the fat head of her dick in, carefully testing how far back she could push before it became uncomfortable for him. When she had a good idea of how far she could push, she began steadily rocking her hips, groaning at the obvious skill Kurt's tongue possessed. "Fuck, good boy," she growled.
Looking back at Rachel she smirked at the glassy look in the woman's eyes and tightened the fingers in her hair again before pulling her towards her balls. Knowing exactly what Santana wanted, Rachel began to gently lick and suck at the heavy sack, making jolts of pleasure run up and down Santana's spine. "G-good girl," she groaned, breathing deeply for a second. "Start grinding harder on him." She wanted Rachel good and wet, and Kurt good and hard, and both at the edge of desperation before she moved on any further.
Choked whimpers escaped them both as Rachel did as told, Kurt moving his hand from Rachel's hip to her nipple. Not squeezing or even truly tugging, but rolling it between his thumb and finger, palming her breast and squeezing lightly in time with her grinding. Focusing on sucking off Santana wasn't nearly as difficult as Kurt thought it would be, though, with all of the stimulation going on.
The cock was huge in his mouth and partly down his throat. Also, he was getting somewhat annoyed at not being able to take it all the way. Logically, he knew that it would take some practice, but while he had never sucked off a cock quite as thick as Santana's, the length wasn't quite as… new. But, he resisted forcing Santana down more. For one, he hadn't been told he could, and for two, he knew it would be a bad idea. He'd gone too much too fast before, and choking on dick wasn't actually sexy at all.
He supposed he'd have time to prove his own skills later— or something. If this ever happened again. Or—
Before Kurt could get too much on that line of thought, he shut it all down, closing his eyes and refocusing on using his tongue and throat muscles to the best of his abilities as his hands worked Rachel over and he desperately tried not to buck up against her too hard.
A tight hiss, then a stutter of her hips, and Rachel's hands flew to Santana's hip and thigh, keeping out of Kurt's way but gripping the taller woman hard. Her chest was heaving, and she pulled back from Santana's balls a bit, panting and taking a few seconds to compose herself. As she did so, she nuzzled Santana's inner thighs, licking every so often around the testicles and at the space between them and the woman's cock.
Her own arousal was bordering unbearable at this point. Though the pace was slower, softer than she had grown used to with Santana, the level of control the woman was exuding was as strong as ever, and all the different sensations, and images before her, were driving her to the edge much faster than she was used to.
After a couple of minutes Rachel took a few deep breaths, and went back to licking and sucking gently at Santana's balls, the grinding against Kurt's dick never having stopped, though her clit was starting to ache and twitch, muscle fluttering and sweat sliding down her neck.
A few times, Santana had to stop herself from moving faster in Kurt's mouth. She was used to Rachel's lack of a gag reflex and her familiarity with Santana's cock. The muscles in the Latina's abdomen were clenching, her skin covered in sweat now, and the double sensation between her legs, coupled with the breathy moans Rachel was letting out and vulgar wet sounds her dick made in Kurt's mouth was almost too much even for her.
Tightening her hands in both heads of hair she pulled back, smirking when they reflexively tried to follow her cock. "Don't worry, we're just getting started," she growled, leaning over and kissing them both roughly on the lips. Slowly she moved back onto the couch, sitting behind Kurt and nestling her thick cock between the smooth cheeks of his ass. She nipped at the skin of his neck, her eyes staring intently into Rachel's desperate brown eyes, before she began applying pressure to Kurt's back, pushing them both into a lying down position, with Kurt on top of Rachel between her legs.
"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice husky and deep as she scratched up and down both of their sides. It was a question meant for both of them.
Both Kurt and Rachel gasped as they fell into place, eyes wide as they stared at one another. Rachel was the first to nod, slow but sure. Kurt took a bit longer, brain trying to catch up with what he was pretty sure was going to happen.
"Mngh," he sort of… choked out, swallowing hard. He felt Santana pressing down on him a bit firmer, but it didn't feel as claustrophobic as he expected it. If anything, it was more of a security blanket feeling, and Kurt swore he could feel her heart beating against his back, nearly as hard as his own in his chest.
He looked down at Rachel again, their eyes locking, and the man felt his chest loosen again as his anxiety began to release. He couldn't quite nod, so instead he leaned down fully, settling his weight onto his forearms so as not to essentially crush Rachel, and kissed her. She responded to the kiss easily, moaning against his lips as he did the same.
Content with both responses, Santana started trailing her way down Kurt's back, leaving open mouthed kisses and nips of the flesh in her wake. Setting back on her knees she admired the view before her, her eyes watching as the two brunettes moved against each other as they made out.
Carefully, she rested a hand on Kurt's hip and reached between them to position them where Kurt was once again gliding between Rachel's pussy lips. "Keep doing that," she said before backing up to the end of the couch and laying down on her chest. One hand moved to begin fingering Rachel, as her other hand pulled one of Kurt's ass cheeks to the side until Santana could see the tight ring of muscles she could barely wait to sink into.
Glancing around them to make sure they were still okay, she dug her nails into Kurt's flesh before moving forwards and beginning to gently tongue his ass, smirking when his entire body jerked and Rachel let out a moan below him. Kurt tasted clean, like Santana had expected he would, given his habit of showering almost three times a day, and she delighted in the moans he was letting out as she started to open him up, the tight muscles contracting and loosening around her tongue. Her fingers quickened their pace in Rachel and soon she had both brunettes moaning at her touch, their kiss turning sloppy and then becoming more or less just panting into each other's mouths. "Control yourselves," she ordered, glad that her smug smile was hidden from them, it would totally ruin the moment she suspected.
That was easier said than done, both singers thought to themselves. They managed to pull it back a bit, Kurt's head falling against Rachel's shoulder and Rachel's nails digging slightly into his back. Rachel whimpered and gasped, eyes closed tightly as her thighs trembled. "S-Santana— You need to—- Can't—- Toomuch—-" She outright sighed in relief as she felt Santana slow down and draw her fingers back a bit. Rachel's toes uncurled themselves, and though she was still on the edge, she didn't feel as completely overstimulated as she had moments ago.
Kurt slowed himself down as well, abs clenching tight with the effort to do so, his balls just barely keeping from tightening up against him in preparation for release.
It had been awhile since he had felt this worked up. Certainly at least four months since he'd gotten such a good rim job, he mused in the back of his mind. He felt fingers pressing inside of him slowly, suddenly though, and nearly collapsed as he cried out. He caught himself, though, began moving against Rachel again, and allowed his anal muscles to slowly relax at the intrusion. He hoped this meant what he thought it did.
The idea of Santana taking his ass with her cock was almost too much to handle, but god did he need it.
Santana smirked as the two singers managed to calm themselves down and she settled back on her knees again as she began fingering Kurt's ass with the same speed she was fingering Rachel's pussy with. The sight before her had her puffing up with pride a little, and she fleetingly thought of making a very vulgar remark about fucking the two divas of the Glee Club at the same time, but decided it would be best to hold that off for a later date. Though internally she did chuckle when the word "diva-off" came to mind.
Around her fingers she could feel Kurt loosening up and she pushed in another one until she had three working in and out of his ass, making the man tremble on top of Rachel. When she could work four into him with ease she pulled out of Rachel and nudged Kurt down, lining up his dick with her pussy and slowly pushing on the singers ass until he was deep inside his best friend. "Fuck, good, both of you," she growled, watching with fascination as Rachel's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the intrusion. Reaching around she brushed the hair out of Rachel's face and stroked her cheek gently for a few seconds before straightening out and pulling apart Kurt's ass cheeks. "I'll go slow, just tell me if it's too much," she said coolly as she just glided her cock up and down his crack.
Taking large, deep breaths, Kurt nearly lost it.
Rachel's pussy was wet and hot around his dick, tight, with fluttering muscles gripping and milking at his cock. It was… very different from an ass; made his head spin a little and his vision blacken for a couple of seconds. "Ohgod," he breathed out, fingers digging into the material of the couch next to Rachel's head. "Ooohgod."
A few more breaths, closing his eyes and trying to take his focus away from his cock. "I— am not sure—-" he swallowed air again, "I— I'll be able to be any— g-good at this," forced out Kurt. But he reallywanted to be. It seemed ridiculously unfair if Rachel was left hanging. And while he was sure Santana would take care of that, he couldn't help but want to be the one to help Rachel get off instead. If anything, it felt like a matter of pulling his weight. And Kurt was a very firm believer in giving as much as he got when it came to sex.
Rachel replied before Santana could, bringing her hands to Kurt's cheeks. "Kurt— Kurt, look at me." When Kurt did so, she licked her lips. "You'll be fine. I promise. This is—- This is not really a good— good time to talk, but whether you cum too soon or not, doesn't r-really matter right now. It's all—- really new for you. You can't do anything wr-wrong here. You can't. We promise."
Santana smiled as she listened to Rachel comforting Kurt, and coupled the woman's words with leaning over and kissing Kurt's neck. "You're already doing amazing Kurt," the Latina husked into his ear, nipping at the lobe as she thrusted gently against his ass. "Just move with me okay," she said, waiting for him to relax a little under her body. When his muscles untensed she straightened back up again and glanced towards the coffee table, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the bottle of lube she knew would be there from this morning.
Keeping a hand firmly placed on Kurt's back she reached over and grabbed it. "Start moving, slowly," she said as she leaned back on her heels and squeezed a healthy amount of the lube onto her hands to warm up. Her eyes stayed glued to Kurt's back as the man began to experimentally thrust in and out of Rachel, and she made quick work of lubing up her dick and covering Kurt's asshole with another generous amount.
Kurt froze for a second when Santana pressed against him, and she pressed her fingers firmly against his hips. "Remember Kurt, red if you need to stop. Rachel, you too," she said, waiting for them to respond, with the thick head of her dick pressed against Kurt's asshole, just barely putting any real pressure on it.
This time both nodded, and, venturing a wild guess, Kurt groaned softly before saying, voice thick, "G-green?" not sure if that was the actual 'go' word, but figuring it got his point across.
Rachel was a bit more enthusiastic, already mewling softly as her hips rolled up to meet Kurt's, guiding him into a rhythm, knowing that Santana would be able to take over easily for them both.
"Good…divas," Santana said, chuckling lightly in the back of her throat.
Swallowing, eyes dark and serious, she looked down between them and began pushing into Kurt slowly, stopping after every few seconds to give him time to adjust to her girth. She held his hips firmly in her hands, causing him to stay buried in Rachel, but unable to move either. "Fuck you're so tight," she said through gritted teeth as she pulled back a little and then pushed in, her dick sinking three inches deep in him.
Kurt let out a hoarse laugh, breathless as his head fell against Rachel's shoulder once again. "K-keep going, Santana," he finally breathed out. "Please, keep going."
The hint of impending desperation in Kurt's voice, coupled with the look of desperation in Rachel's eyes at the sudden lack of friction was very nearly too much for Santana. They both needed to get off, and she was the one in control of that at the moment.
Beads of sweat were rolling down her back and her jaw clenched tightly as the Latina sank deeper and deeper into Kurt's ass, swallowing hard as he took in every inch of her till she was balls deep in him.
"Fuck", Santana groaned, just enjoying the unbelievable tightness around cock for a long moment before leaning down and putting hand beside Rachel's head, and the other on the back of the couch to support her body weight.
With a look of intense bliss mixed with concentration, the Latina pulled halfway out of the man's ass, pulling him back out of Rachel with her, and then almost roughly, she pushed back in. Causing both Kurt and Rachel to release utterly debauched moans. Over and over the Latina rocked her hips, enjoying the sensation around her cock, and even more, the rising desperation in Kurt and Rachel's moans and whimpers at the steady, yet unsatisfying pace she had set. "Beg," she growled out, pushing down particularly hard this time and causing both brunettes to jerk.
Simultaneously they both let out a sharp cry, and then a mixture of "Please"s and "Oh—ohfuck"s. Their chests rubbed against one another as they panted heavily, Kurt's arms shaking with the effort to keep himself up and Rachel's thighs twitching as her toes curled. Before long neither of them were able to say much beyond please and various cuss words.
Then, without warning, nor the chance to really realize it was happening, Kurt's balls tightened, the pressure at the base of his spine becoming too much to handle. With only a hoarse, choked cry, he was cumming, setting off a chain reaction in Rachel. She managed to hold out, though, just long enough to hear Santana give the command, in the back of her mind knowing it was almost purely because Kurt was already climaxing, and then the smaller woman was orgasming as well. Both bodies shaking and trembling and clenching with their release.
Watching both Kurt and Rachel fall apart under her caused Santana's balls to tighten almost painfully. She knew without a doubt that she was about to cum probably the hardest she ever had in her life, and the realization that Kurt was filling Rachel up with his cum sent a filthy thrill through her body. Unable, and unwilling to hold off her orgasm any more she pushed deep into Kurt one last time before emptying her balls in his ass, her teeth buried in his shoulder and her entire weight momentarily resting on the two singers. From the bottom of the pile she could feel Rachel's labored breathing though, so summoning up her strength, she was up and carefully pulling out of Kurt's ass, and then pulling Kurt off of Rachel and laying him to the side of her.
The two brunettes had twin expressions of glazed eyes and heaving chest, and Santana leaned back on her heels between them, watching with fascination as cum dripped out of their bodies, and her own breathing returned to normal. "Fucking beautiful," she murmured, leaning over to kiss them both on the foreheads.
Rachel was the first to somewhat recover between her and Kurt, and she let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. A second later she shivered, body already cooling down. "We… should move this to a bed…," she murmured, hand weakly reaching out, the action more of a flailing motion, to Santana to get her to lay down by them, or at least do something useful, she thought.
Kurt felt half asleep, and he couldn't quite feel anything below his waist besides Santana's cum seeping out and cool air around his asshole. "If by… 'this' you mean… sleeping… th-then yes. Bed." The couch was large, and not completely uncomfortable. But it didn't have any blankets nearby and it certainly wasn't large enough to fit all three of them comfortably without some serious maneuvering. And that seemed to require a lot more work than it was worth. "Santana's is closest," he added as an afterthought.
"Mmng, it's true," murmured Rachel, eyes now closed. She yawned, squeaking a little.
Santana had to stifle a laugh as the two brunettes essentially turned into slugs before her very eyes; she would have said as much, if she wasn't preoccupied with keeping Kurt in this mental state until he fell asleep, therefore avoiding a completely new type of "gay panic".
Shaking her head, the Latina quickly stood up on slightly shaky legs and walked the few feet into the kitchen area to run a towel under some warm water. Yawning, she walked back to the two singers and began to gently clean them up before wiping herself off as well. "Okay Diva One and Diva Two, lets get into a bed," she said before leaning over and picking Rachel up bridal style, thankful she had kept up with her upper body workouts after high school.
The woman curled into her body immediately, face resting against Santana's neck in a familiar position, and the Latina let slip a little sigh of contentment at the familiar feeling. Walking carefully to Rachel's room, where the biggest bed in the house was, she laid the singer down gently and pulled the blankets. "Mmm kiss, Berry," she whispered, pressing her lips against Rachel's and smiling when the sleepy woman responded in kind. "I'm going to set an alarm so you and I can talk before Kurt wakes up, okay?" she said, already adjusting the bedside clock.
Giggling slightly, feeling somewhat giddy thanks to her emotional and physical release, Rachel smiled and nodded, turning on her side and curling up. She was out like a light seconds later.
In the living room, figuring he'd be sleeping on his own while Santana and Rachel shared a bed, Kurt let out a tired sigh. At least, he figured, he had a fantastic experience, and hadn't felt like a third wheel during the actual act. Sighing again, Kurt reached out, hand blindly searching for a pillow to use. He'd probably be cold when he woke up, not to mention still buck naked, but the blanket was really far away, his bed even further, and if he stayed on the couch he could still smell Santana and Rachel, which made it feel a bit less lonely.
After ensuring the sound on the alarm was at a setting unlikely to wake up either Kurt or Rachel, Santana made sure the smaller woman was tucked in before heading back out into the living area. The sight of Kurt spastically slapping in the air made her head tilt to the side in confusion, and she padded quietly over to him. "Come on Hummel, before you slap something important," the Latina said with a little smirk, her arms already moving under Kurt when the man jerked almost violently. "Hey, shh it's just me," she said, picking him up and cradling him against her chest.
Kurt tried struggling, not having the energy to really do much of it, and whimpered tiredly. "No bed… I don't want to… sleep in my bed…" he mumbled, clearly upset at the idea.
Santana was confused for only a second or two before realization dawned on her, shaking her head she pressed a kiss against his temple and shushed him. "You're not sleeping in your bed. You're sleeping with Rach and I," she explained soothingly as she made quick work of ensuring all the deadbolts on their door were locked and turning off all the lights on her way to Rachel's room.
"…W-what…?" came Kurt's confused, mumbled question. He was barely awake, and mostly incapable of really thinking, so surely he had misheard. "That… doesn't make sense… You and Rachel…thing…"
"Rachel, you, and I 'thing' now," Santana chuckled exhaustedly as she walked into Rachel's room. "Honestly Hummel did you really think I'd leave you on the couch after that," she said more to herself as she laid Kurt down on the bed and then crawled in between the two singers, reaching over Rachel to turn off the lamp, and then settling between them.
Immediately, Rachel curled up into her side and began the now nightly routine of attempting to be completely on top of Santana's body, and the Latina ran her fingers up and down the woman's spine as she pulled the barely coherent Kurt closer against her, and kissed him softly on the lips.
Sniffling slightly, too tired to actually cry with relief, Kurt curled up tighter to Santana and rested his head on her shoulder. He wrapped his arm over her stomach, partly over Rachel's side, his leg doing much the same over the girls' legs„ and without a word, just a finally content sigh, he, too, was fast asleep against Santana.
Santana was awake a few more minutes after both Kurt and Rachel completely relaxed against her body. Her fingers ran up and down both of their backs, gently gliding over the soft skin, and she looked up at the glow in the dark stars she had put above Rachel's bed a couple of years ago to cheer the woman up after a rare bad review.
Despite being exhausted, her mind was going over what had just happened, and what was likely to happen tomorrow. She knew what she wanted. Both of them. In a serious manner in fact. She had already been moving into that territory with Rachel, and had been planning on bringing it up soon, if not by the end of the week, but what had just happened made her realize she would do it tomorrow.
She hadn't expected to want the same thing with Kurt, even when she had first realized he was watching them earlier, the idea hadn't really dawned on her. But now, with the man cuddled against her, she couldn't imagine anything else.
In the morning, when the alarm went off, she would wake up Rachel and talk to her, make sure Rachel was okay with everything, since of the two she was likely to not be freaking out as much, and then, if Rachel was on board, they'd wake up Kurt. Yawning, she pressed a kiss against both of their foreheads before closing her eyes and going to sleep, sated and with an immediate plan for the morning.