Title: Blindfolds and Confessions - Part 7
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: NC-17 DIRTY!
Warnings: light bondage, blindfold, rough sex
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of this work of fiction. I do not own Glee
Kurt knew he'd screamed, his knew his body had tensed every muscle, he knew his semen was now spread over his chest. All of this things he knew, but he didn't experience any of them. He saw flashes of light and dots of color and something wonderful that brought pleasure so intense that coming down from it was like floating through a different existence filled with only warm happy things. The warmth of his tingling nerves, the press of the hand over his heart anchored Kurt to reality, guiding him back down into his body.
Kurt's breath gently eased from his body as his heart-rate began to slow. He could feel the tingling soreness of his tonsils from screaming. He took stock of his body, his wrists hurt from the pulling and tugging of his bindings, but it was dull ache and easily ignored. The blindfold had been jostled from the rough wonderful fucking and was beginning to slip toward his nose, tickling it. He could feel his heart beating under the wide palm pressed to his chest, to his heart. He thought he could feel the man's heartbeat travel through him, connecting them. Kurt really should shut down these thoughts, but he was floating in happiness, and was content to take the random placement of the stranger's hand as a sign of tenderness and affection.
Kurt's hips were tender, the strong hands of the stranger had left marks deep into his skin. His left leg was still lifted up over the chest and shoulder of the man. He could feel soft chest hair tickling at his bare waxed legs. The shoulder he was hooked over was broad and he could feel the tension in the heavy muscles of it. This was a very strong, large man. Hamhock hadn't been so inaccurate of a name. Of course he had stopped... Maybe he'd hit on a sore subject, an old taunt. Everyone had ghosts of the past haunting them.
Kurt's inventory of his physical state moved on to his now relaxed muscles in his ass. He felt that thick long cock still in him, still stiff. The man hadn't gotten off. All the happy floating feelings mixed with shame and disappointment. He wasn't even able to get the man off. What was so wrong with him that even when his body was given over to the rough pounding that was instinctual to men, he couldn't get his lover to orgasm?
"Thank you," he said softly, sadly. "You know you can just go ahead and use my ass for as long as it takes for you to get off. I'm not a very good lay. D.. do you mind untying my hands first? They're a little raw..."
The man over him fumbled, immediately reaching for his wrists, causing his deep-seated cock to thrust forward. Kurt couldn't help the small groan as the motion sent a muted tremor through him. Soon his hands were released. He hissed in pain as he brought his hand down. Those big warm masculine hands took his wrist and brought it up. Gentle kisses were placed on the raw skin, as if the man was apologizing. "I was the one doing all the pulling." Kurt said, unsure why he felt like he needed to reassure the other man.
Those huge, warm hands gently massaged his wrists, as if he wasn't still buried in the heat and tightness of Kurt. He blinked, feeling a gentle wetness of tears. How was this man so gentle? Why wasn't he just hammering away and getting out of this situation as fast as possible? Kurt blinked away the moisture still hidden under the blindfold. It was safe, not knowing who this man was. Kurt would never call himself impulsive, despite what his friends would say to the contrary, so when he surged up to wrap his arms around the man's thick neck he surprised himself.
Kurt could feel his breath ghosting over his face, the scent of tick-tacks making Kurt's lips pull in a smile. How civilized that the man had thought of his breath when going on an anonymous, sexy romp. Kurt tried to push away the bitchy protective firewall that was crawling back into his thoughts. He didn't want to think like that, not right now, not when he felt something pulling him. He shouldn't feel connected, but the touches, the gentleness and the teasing matched with the raw sexuality. He kissed the man.
His lips were warm and slightly chapped from manly activities. He smelled of Old Spice and sweat and something very familiar. Electric awareness shot through his spine as random sparks of information pushed at his brain. The strong masculine scrawl that resembled a similar scrawl that decorated the McKinley High Yearbook picture of the glee club, the man's teasing, almost reverent attention to Kurt's body when he came in, the chuckle over the term sex-hawk, that pained sound when Kurt had bit him and denied him a kiss, his refusal to speak, his reaction to Hamhock... this kiss.
The kiss didn't last more then a few seconds, but the almost inaudible grateful moan hit the nail in the coffin of the realization. "Dave Karofsky?" Kurt whispered in shock as he pulled the blindfold off to see the wide flashing hazel eyes of the man who, for years he'd feared, for years he had hated. He had to admit that even sweaty and flushed, the years had been very kind to Dave Karofsky.