"I want you so fucking badly."
Mrrmm
Oh my God, did I just Moan?
Hmph
And all because little Kurt Hummel wants me so much. He swore.
I wonder if I can make him do it again.
...
Who am I kidding.
Puck twitched his mouth up into the confident smirk that usually graced his face.
Of course I can.
O-O
Puck pulled Kurt closer, melding their bodies together. Pressing his groin into Kurt's
Very tight -and getting tighter -jeans.
Kurt's eyes seemed to roll back into his head.
"Shit, yes -
F-U-C-K right there."
Kurt rocked back into Puck and just
Moaned.
Just look at him, we just started and, Puck licked his lips. He is so fucking turned on.
"Please. " Kurt whined.
"N-
O-
A-
H!
Want, you in
Me."
"Hang on one sec. Sweetheart. Then Noah will take good care of you."
"Can you please refrain from speaking in the third person when you are turning me on?"
Puck chuckled. "So I am turning you on? Well at least we know I can do that."
Puck placed Kurt delicately on the bed, then opened Kurt's shirt and started to kiss his way down his body.
"Mmmh... "
Puck licked Kurt's nipple and he whimpered.
"I love the way your skin tastes, I think I might do that again." Puck inched his way over to the other side,
And
Very
Slowly
Licked.
Puck peeked up through his lashes with a glint in his eye then turned back to the task at hand, but this time he bit.
Ever so slowly.
Till Puck heard Kurt moan.
"H-h-ard-der."
Puck did it again, and then moved farther down Kurt's perfectly flat stomach, bit into his right hip and then popped open the top button of Kurt's designer jeans and unzipped his pants.
Puck moved back up his body and nipped at Kurt's mouth, lapping at his bottom lip for entrance.
Kurt's head was cradled in Puck's hands.
Their tongues seemed to duel for a moment.
But Kurt so wanted more...
Kurt grabbed Puck's hand, dragged it down his chest to his groin and pushed in the heel of Puck's hand.
Hell Yes.
Kurt pressed that hand in harder; his eyes closing, mouth opening and his breath growing ragged. Kurt became a little bolder, sweeping Puck's hand back and forth over his crotch.
And all Puck could think was
Damn...
Pushy much...
The smirk Puck had been wearing turned into what seemed like an evil grin.
I think I love it when he takes charge.
Puck let Kurt move his hand across Kurt's, well...
Very
Prominent
Bulge.
Using his other hand, he gently teased Kurt's pants down his slender legs, revealing bright blue boxer shorts and showing something peeking through the top of Kurt's underwear.
That Puck was sure he would
Never
Ever
See
On one Kurt Hummel.
How could he not have noticed this before?
"Is that a Tattoo?"
A picture of a blue- like marking of a Celtic Wolf graced Kurt's hip bone.
Kurt seemed to sober from his arousal."Huh?" Kurt looked down at what Puck was staring at and raised a single brow, rolling an eye.
"Oh. That.
I've had that for months and this is the first time you've seen it?"
Kurt looked at Puck's semi shocked expression and shook his head,"I've been practically naked in front of the entire football team, not to mention the Cheerio's so many different times, and I've had that tattoo since the beginning of the year." Kurt looked off, obviously trying to think. "It's like the only time I'm visible is when you guys want to make fun of me, or when I 'cause a problem'. Is it sad that I just want to be se-"
Puck titled his head to the side like a falcon catching sight of its prey and captured Kurt's lips. Stopping him from saying a word more.
Holding his face between his palms, Puck stared right into those baby blues.
"I can see you." Puck looked around him. "And no one's gonna make fun of you again, while I'm around..." Then as an afterthought, "Unless it's Rachael. She's a tough nut to crack."
Puck looked away for a moment then straight back at Kurt, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Then cheekily stated, "The only problem you're causing me is, Blue Balls."
Kurt's felt his lips twitch up into a smile. "Then we better solve that."
Puck moved so that his upper body encased the younger boy's legs, placing his face right where he wanted it.
Puck licked a line up Kurt's tattoo. "Did you know your tattoo looks like Woad markings? It's what old school Celt's used back in the day."
Kurt moaned, Puck dipped his head back down and bit this hip too. Almost breathlessly said, "You really are smart aren't you? "
"Mmm"
"And yes I did know...Wolves are my favourite animal..."
Kurt arched up in his bed as Puck moved and bit closer to his groin. "And my Mom was Irish."
Puck stopped his ministrations and said in a perfect Irish accent. "Ahh, so I got meself an Irish man? Lovely, I love Irish men. That must be where you got the dancing props from." Puck laughed. "No wonder you can do those high kicks so well. It's the Jiggin' in yer blood."
Kurt giggled at that. "That or the fact that I'm incredibly flexible." Then very suggestively added. "So what are you going to do about it?"