So it's pretty short again, but I thought I'd put what I had up now. Thank you everyone for the feedback! It makes me a happy girl.
His breathing was fast and hard. I used my tongue to caress his shaft; the gasps and moans coming from his mouth spurred me on. I was licking, sucking, anything to hear those beautiful sounds, my head too full of the taste of him to come to terms with exactly what it was that I was on my knees doing right now.
His hips were rutting against me, driving in deeper. He grasped at the wall, suddenly he was sliding down to lie spread-eagled on the floor, pulling me with him without breaking contact. The new position generated even more delicious noises; I lapped hungrily at the ridges, swirling around his foreskin, felt his nails digging into my shoulders painfully, and then he was coming in a hot rush.
The silence pounded around us, broken only by Kurt's harsh, ragged breathing. I wound my arm beneath him, around his waist and started to stroke my tongue in circles around his softening member, cleaning the last salty remnants of his come.
I let him fall from my mouth. Neither of us spoke as we shifted, sitting up. He pulled up his underwear and jeans as I felt for my abandoned shirt and put it back on.
Our eyes met, and I felt like I was looking at him for the first time.
He shrugged his shirt back on and started buttoning it haphazardly. I leaned in and kissed him, he flinched and broke away. Could he taste himself in my mouth?
"Don't."
Something about his sudden coldness brought out that urge again, to push him. I kissed him harder, until I felt him relax and respond. His fingers curled around my wrist. Then he pulled away again.
"Just stop it ok?"
"I think we're kind of past the whole coy phase now Hummel."
He scowled. Then sighed. He let his head rest on my shoulder.
"I have to get home. My dad's gonna be pitching a fit."
"It's not that late."
"Yeah, well he's worried about me. He knows people are giving me a hard time."
I looked down. I couldn't miss the hint of steel in his voice.
"I'm sorry."
He nodded. It wasn't forgiveness; he was acknowledging my apology.
"Kurt…"
I trailed off. He leaned in and kissed me gently. Then he smiled.
"You realise that's first time you've called me by my name?"