Title: Blindfolds and Confessions - Part 4
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: NC-17 DIRTY!
Warnings: light bondage, blindfold, rough sex
Summary: Written for the following prompt: .
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of this work of fiction. I do not own Glee
"You could at least let me know what you're going to do..." Kurt's voice brought him from his attention on Kurt's body. Really had Kurt been this bad in high school? Dave might have a faulty remembrance of high school, but Kurt was never this bad... right? That same voice screaming at him in a locker room assaulted his mind. Okay maybe he had been.
Dave stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side. He watched Kurt's plump pretty mouth press together in annoyance at his lack of response. Dave used to watch that mouth, used to stare and in his boyish dreams had imagines them telling him beautiful things, soft gentle declarations of love, of adoration. He'd kept more then one hero complex dream in there where Kurt would be hoisted into his arms and whisper his thanks and his adoration for his big strong protector. Kurt's voice ripped through his thoughts.
"If you refuse to do this properly then I am leaving." Dave's body, already aroused and twitching at the beautiful pale man laying before him, throbbed in response to the sound of Kurt's demanding bitchy voice. So maybe there was a very good reason that he'd kissed Kurt in that locker room other then the crush he'd been sporting for nearly two years. He loved hearing Kurt's bitchy angry voice.
David's broad hand gave him what Kurt demanded. He pressed two fingers into Kurt's lubed and stretched hole. He couldn't help the small grin at the sudden surge of Kurt's hips and the wordless scream from his lips. Then the talking started again. "Gaga! Yes finally! Come on big man fuck me. That can't be you, that's tiny."
Dave wondered if all of Kurt's lovers invested in a gag. Kurt was just plain nasty. Maybe they just obeyed instantly, dropped down to their knees before the princess and worshiped. Not a bad idea. Dave removed his finger and eased himself slowly to the floor, careful not to make a sound. He leaned forward and took a nice long lick from his lightly dusted heavy balls that immediately jumped at the contact along the elegant reddened length to swipe the glistening bead of precum from his tip. The reaction was beautiful.
Kurt's hips came fully off the wedge pillow, his spine a bow of tension, the muscles in his pale smooth calves twitching at the sudden strain. Oh, the things that could be done with that strength and flexibility! Dave shuddered pleasurably. "Stop teasing me!" Kurt's voice was shrill against his ears.
Was he teasing? Dave wanted Kurt to feel good, but there was more then that. He stood, each hand petting the muscles on the inside of his quivering thighs. He wanted Kurt to feel the most pleasure he'd ever felt. He could wind the man so tight that when he finally came it would cause him to black-out, to touch heaven, to see stars... to never forget Dave. His hands took up a trail up to his hips, over his ribs, trying to impress all of this man into his memory. He could only hope and pray Kurt would remember him. It's all he'd ever wanted.
His fingers rolled both pink nipples between his thumb and index finger, watching the writhing and storing each cry of pleasure in his memory. Kurt would remember him, never be able to forget this night as the best sex he'd ever had. He wanted Kurt to know how much he was loved, how beautiful he was. His hands left the nipples, petting the sharp angles of Kurt's pale collarbone before cupping his cheeks. His hand spanned the entire side of Kurt's face, just like it had all those years ago. He leaned forward, his lips seeking toward... ow!
He grabbed his hands away, staring at the red circle of pain on the meaty flesh of his palm. Kurt was talking again. "Don't kiss me! I made you sign you couldn't and would not kiss me! No one kisses me!" The little bitch had bitten him! All Dave was trying to do was make love to him...
Dave backed away from Kurt, his hand slamming into the large post on the corner of the bed. His voice rang out through the room, that pained animalistic breaking of his heart. It had only happened three times in his life. Once in the locker-room when Kurt had pushed him away and stared at him like he was some disgusting insect. Second with Freckles who had smiled while he rebuffed Dave's honest appeal for more of a connection then just sex. And now, again, with Kurt rejecting his touch.
A low guttural growl ripped from him as he pulled his shirt off, completely bare now. Kurt Hummel only wanted a rough angry fuck from him? Fine. He was good at getting angry. What did he owe Kurt anyway? Nothing. Kurt was in control of everything, always had been. Dave knocked the pillow from under Kurt's hips, the countertenor's hips hitting the mattress. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dave grabbed Kurt's waist, lifting him like he was a rag doll, and slammed his full length into Kurt, his hips smacking hard against Kurt's pelvic bone. Kurt screamed in what might be pleasure and what might be pain. In that moment he didn't care. He had shut up the mouthy bitch.
