Title: Blindfolds and Confessions - Part 10

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

"I'm yours." Kurt's words were what he had always wanted to hear, what he had always longed for. His teen fantasies had involved those words and Kurt confessing things that could only belong in a Lifetime film.

Dave surged up, capturing Kurt's beautiful mouth in a kiss. There had always been a pull, the magnetic field of Kurt Hummel that had drawn him in, and he'd been forced to rotate around the bright burning star like a planet. His world had been Kurt and he never wanted to be released again.

He pressed kiss after kiss tasting deeper and deeper into that soft beautiful wetness. He heard Kurt gasp for breath, and the high sounds that came from him made Dave want to beat his own chest like a damned cave man. He'd done that, this was his! He pressed his hands down that smooth expanse of chest, teasing at the perky pink little nipples with glee. He pressed down to the slight swell of his hips and felt Kurt's body under him jolt. The pale brown eyes that had been watching his hand flicked back up to Kurt's face. He had never been very good about reading Kurt's emotions correctly. In High School, he had a million different theories for what a single look might mean. This one was clear, nervousness.

What was there to look that frightened over? He'd been tied down and fucked raw... maybe that was it. He was worried Dave would be rough again. Dave lightened his touch, petting those pretty hips. "You're so gorgeous. Just beautiful and perfect and..."

Kurt shifted again, letting out an irritated whine. "Planning on gilding that pedestal."

"What is your problem?"

"I'm not a piece of art."

"No..." his thin arched eyebrows drew together, "but you are beautiful. Don't you like being praised?"

"I'm here to be fucked. "

"Okay, what the fuck?" He growled at the man. Dave had to be going mad, or maybe Kurt was.

"What is your problem? I'm trying to... Look I want to make this good and you... You were so into it a moment ago."

Kurt looked away. Dave didn't know what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what Kurt wanted. "I'll do what you want Kurt. I promise I'm not going to be mean or anything." He felt like he was wading through sand, the weight of trying to understand Kurt Hummel crushing him. So much for this being different than High School. He sighed deeply and tried to figure this out. He shifted back, letting Kurt back over him. He pulled Kurt to straddle him and held him there.

"You're in control here Hummel."

"Of course I am. I'm always in control." His voice was trembling. Dave petted his thighs, trying to calm Kurt, wondering why he was so skiddish. "I'm always in control but I was giving it to you."

"And being bitchy about it."

"I can leave."

"Then leave, Fancy," he grunted, defeated by the irritating man. Mixed signals of fucking doom.

"What did you call me?" Dave never realized how much he missed that shrill little sound. His neglected hard-on throbbed.

"Fancy." He grinned wide waiting for the indignant sound.

"Don't you dare bring your meat-head insults into the bedchamber." Dave shuddered and rolled his hips up toward Kurt, rubbing the huge member along the pert ass and poking the small of his back. "How dare you get off on this!" Dave shuddered and thrust up again. "You dirty bastard."

Dave shifted and pulled up on Kurt's hips, lining him up waiting for that beautiful mouth to open again. Kurt's eyes seemed to spark with green when he realized what Dave wanted. "Fuck you Karofsky."

Dave surged into Kurt's wide abused entrance. A beautiful deep sound of pain and pleasure ripped from Kurt. "Oh fuck." Then he thrust again and bit hard on his own lip. His weeping tortured cock happy in the heat and soft squeezing of Kurt's ass. "Need... damn... more lube."

Dave groaned in irritation. How long would it be until he could get off? He huffed, realizing that the lube in Kurt, or at least at the outer edge, must have dried some. There should be lots of supplies in the drawer. He tugged it open, thankfully just barely able to reach it. He pulled out the first plastic bottle type thing and flipped the cap open. "Slide off for a second."

Kurt hissed as he moved, the rawness no longer overshadowed by the jolts of pleasure. He stopped Dave's hand from spreading any of the lube. "I'm not trying to be a bitch." Why was there more talking? His poor cock was nearly purple.

"Your indignant voice turns me on."

"That's a strange and highly specific kink."

"It's your fault."

"Flattering... " Kurt's hand nervously ghosted over his hair. Dave sighed and decided to deal with whatever this was.

"What's wrong? Look sex is supposed to be fun. You're all tense... "

"I... I'm just." It was strange to be able to actually watch Kurt's expressions move from vulnerable to defensive to angry to scared. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"You don't..." Who the hell could be disappointed? Well, other then the mixed signals. "I'm enjoying myself. So much that I think the fury is turning purple. Please can I fuck you now?"

"The fury?"

"What? Didn't you name yours? Never mind. Are you going to ride me or not because you'd look fucking awesome on me and I want to show you how much this makes me happy, alright?"

"Sure, Hamhock. I'll ride you."