He hardly felt the moment the car stopped moving. The engine was still on and nothing besides the lack of movement indicated they were back at Dalton. Even so, there must have been something that suggested it, though he at the time couldn't say what it was, because Sebastian felt the sudden need to run away.
When he opened his eyes to look around him the only thing he recognized were Dalton's large and strong trees, which were one thing he could see from his position. He felt so tired, both physically and mentally. He had already exhausted all disgusting thoughts that crossed his mind to try to lower his erection, but in his opinion he hadn't had enough time, the way back had seemed much faster than it had been the first time. He didn't know if it was his imagination, and he didn't care either, not right now.
He sat up in the car seat and without a single word opened the door and got out of the car. He was going to save Kurt that discomfort; it would be easier for both of them, anyway.
At least the place was near the dormitories; he didn't feel like walking a lot. The only thing he wanted at that moment was a cold shower, his bed and an uninterrupted sleep night of at least 24 hours.
That until he feels a breath disturbingly close to his neck and two hands that held him by the stomach. Sebastian jumped in surprise and only got upset when he turned his head to see Kurt smiling, practically on top of him, knowing perfectly the reaction he had caused. He wanted to break free, he was not in the mood for more games, but Kurt didn't let go, sinking his chin into Sebastian's shoulder.
"Are you mad at me?" Kurt asked, and despite he could not see his expression anymore his voice sounded much more serious than his face had seen.
Sebastian frowned, his hands reaching out to grab Kurt's hands where they were still firm on his stomach. "What?"
"You are angry with me." He stated. It seemed much less of a question now, in fact he seriously doubted it was one.
"No." He shook his head and Kurt's chin moved from his shoulder.
"Then why did you think leaving me like that was a good way to behave?"
"I thought-" he stopped, thinking about how to continue the sentence without sounding as silly as he did in his head. Kurt didn't say anything; apparently interested in the answer Sebastian could give him. "I thought it was over."
"You want it to be over?"
"That's not what I meant, I just—"
He cut himself again, this time because of Kurt's hands that had begun to move in slow circles around his belly. Suddenly he was too conscious of his back brushing against Kurt's chest, his lips a phantom trail on his ear when he spoke.
"Yes?" his warm breath hit him on the cheek and Sebastian already felt himself melting into the arms that held him.
"I- that feels good," he murmured absently and almost heard the smile burst on Kurt's face.
"We better get to your room, then."
It's less than ten minutes after that they're banging on the door of Sebastian's room, Kurt pressing him firmly against the wood material even though Sebastian has his back turned to him to maneuver the key into the lock.
"Hurry up," Kurt said with a firm voice, his lips brushing against the beginning of his spine and then depositing a kiss there. Sebastian needed two failed attempts to finally open the door of the small room, but as soon as he got it he was practically pushed inside, the door crashing against the wall as his body was brutally turned around and crushed between the cold surface and the other boy's warm body. "You're too slow."
"You're hard to please," he replied, unable to avoid smiling at the boy no more than one inch from him.
"Am I?" Sebastian nodded when Kurt buried his face in his neck, never touching him, just breathing there until he was getting desperate, standing there against the wall with a very hard, very sensitive dick.
"Is everything alright?" he asked when Kurt finally took his head from Sebastian's neck and looked at him, a strange expression clinging to his features. He didn't answer and Sebastian was quickly getting nervous when he felt Kurt's hands tightening more on his waist, though he suspects that was more of an involuntary gesture, and he looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian felt his eyes and lips furrowing at the question, confused. "I- Why do you ask me that?"
"I just want to be sure," Kurt replied. His hands rolled the fabric of Sebastian's shirt in a nervous gesture. He didn't know how such a simple act could seem so hot at that moment. "I don't want to do anything that you don't totally agree with. I'm not your Dom, I can't—" He stopped, a rather bitter expression on his face.
Sebastian felt a strange twinge of disappointment. He knew Kurt wasn't his dom. Still, the memo sort of killed the mood. He didn't want to have to ask for anything. No, that would be too embarrassing, it'd probably only serve to scare Kurt away. All this would be much easier if Kurt just stopped trying to be so stupidly perfect and ravish his body against the fucking wall. Instead, the prick had to act so damned nice, sensitive and sweet, holding Sebastian as if he could collapse at any moment and looking into his eyes as if he was a pure thing that had to be protected and taken care of. Hell, he was not.
"You can, you do whatever you want with me" He was not even sure that was said correctly, but fuck who cared! Kurt looked him up and down, like a lion stalking his prey before pouncing on him and taking the first bite. Sebastian didn't know the kind of things Kurt really wanted to do to him, but he certainly wouldn't mind fulfilling every single of his wishes and desires and as long as he got to see that look on him.
When Kurt left his thoughts aside and leaned down to press on Sebastian's lips, the kiss was nothing like what he expected. It was more like what his first kiss had been, just lips gently moving against his, the hand on his waist reaching up to cup his jaw. There was something difficult to identify in the action, maybe because Sebastian was so unfamiliar with this kind of kissing to begin with, nobody had kissed him like that since... well, never.
His first kiss had been with a stranger in the middle of a street full of seedy establishments for horny homosexuals in France. The man had been at least ten years older and looking for a quick fuck to take home. Sebastian had made sure he was a sub before accepting. The meeting had been hard, fast and rough if anything. It hadn't been the best night of his life, but at least it hadn't been the worst either.
Every time he saw someone kissing this way, whether in the streets or on television, he would always snort and roll his eyes. He considered it to be downright boring, empty of any passion or meaning. Kurt though, he kissed him like he was trying to tell him something, Sebastian could not decipher what it was, but it made him feel almost safe, as if he didn't have to worry about anything.
Eventually, though, the kiss became almost painfully soft. Sebastian felt desire swirling in his belly as there was nothing to vent his frustration into. He tried to lean a little more to force the kiss into something deeper when a small spark of fear that Kurt would get bored and go away emerged.
Kurt didn't let him, breaking the kiss as soon as he felt Sebastian's tongue brushing against his lower lip. His breathing was more of a panting now as he tried to reclaim Kurt's lips but it was difficult with his arms held by the dom's hands. He hadn't even realized when that had happened. Surrendering, after a couple more attempts he stopped struggling. Kurt had an almost defiant look now and Sebastian was getting upset from so many games. He returned his gaze and Kurt smiled a little around the edges, returning to kiss his lips and opening his mouth instantly for Sebastian.
He didn't waste any time, now taking his turn to explore the other boy's mouth, even if he didn't have much time for it. Kurt didn't seem very good at staying still, but Sebastian could understand that, he was not very good at that either when he was hard and swollen in his pants. When his arms were free and Kurt's hands moved to his hair he couldn't keep his own hands from sliding down to the curve of Kurt's ass and squeezing. Kurt moaned in his mouth. That sound sent an emotion racing through Sebastian's veins like adrenaline and he wanted to hear much more of that. Over and over and over again until Kurt was screaming his name.
He found the edge of Kurt's shirt, struggling to get it out of his pants, wanting to feel at least some bare skin on his hands, preferably, bare skin from Kurt's ass. He had barely managed to get half of the material out when Kurt decided it was enough. He whirled him around and pushed him until he was lying on his back on the bed, Kurt climbing astride above him and pressed their bodies together.
They were kissing again and Kurt was breathing hard on his face. Sebastian's hands seemed to fly on their own will to cup Kurt's ass again, getting another moan out of the dom. Sebastian was really enjoying himself until, to his surprise, Kurt's hands slipped off his sides, caught his where they were trying to get rid of his pants and pulled them over his head, grinding down on him in a way that got Sebastian moaning like a mad man.
"Do you feel how hard you got me, um?" Kurt whispered, rolling his hips against his as hard and fast as he apparently could, his hard cock colliding with Sebastian's own and making him mewl for more. "But then again, you're trying to do that all the time, aren't you?"
"You make it quite difficult, don't you think?" He replied. The grip around his wrist tightened and he raised his head, trying to catch Kurt's mouth again, failing in more than one attempt.
"You're a brat, do you know? You're mean and disrespectful and an absolute insensitive idiot."
Sebastian rose, faster this time, and took his lips. He'd heard it all and wasn't going to deny it. Mostly he was just afraid of Kurt thinking all that right now, he'd been through too many ups and downs just that night, he couldn't bear yet another one.
But Kurt wasn't stopping. He was moving, pressing harder, forward, taking Sebastian's mouth as if there was no tomorrow.
Under normal circumstances, if Kurt hadn't been Kurt but anyone else, he would have complained. But in that moment, Sebastian couldn't care less about not being in charge. He delighted in everything, in being taken like this, pressed against the mattress, tied up just by Kurt's body, letting his dom take pleasure in his body, demanding, consuming, just taking it. He felt trapped inside a cage, and he loved it.
He longed for more, for touching, for being touched; he was so close already but couldn't let himself go. Too soon. Always too soon.
One of his hands finally was set free and he didn't waste time, going for Kurt's shirt until his fingers found flesh and his mouth followed the trail, lowering until he was groping at the front of Kurt's jeans.
"Can't unbutton," Sebastian complained. Stupid, impossibly tight jeans.
Kurt groaned. Sebastian was doing a lot of rubbing trying to get his pants off and of course Kurt would appreciate that. "We'll have to work on your manners,"
"Uh-hu," right now Sebastian would have agreed to anything, would have done anything, but he was no fool, and he hadn't missed the insinuation, intentional or not, of a next time.
Time was passing and the only success he'd accomplished was getting Kurt's belt off and unbuttoning his jeans. Meanwhile Kurt had pulled Sebastian's own shirt off his head and with an admirable ability had undone his pants, throwing them, along with the rest of the clothes, to a pile on the floor, something completely unheard of.
"I don't have all night, Bas,"
And Fuck, Sebastian didn't have all night either. How the hell did Kurt get into these pants?
After another minute of pure torture, Kurt was finally, finally, naked. Except for the part that truly mattered.
But as soon as Sebastian was getting his fingers under the soft fabric of Kurt's boxers it was his, not Kurt, but his cock that was being wrapped by soft, long fingers so fast that he barely had time to notice, fingers that were working fast and hard, picking up the same rhythm they had in the car. He grumbled, both from the too abrupt, pleasurable stimulation and from the pain caused by the dry thrusts in his cock.
"L-Lube?" he asked, hoping that this wouldn't ruin Kurt's mood. It was not as if the lubricant was unnecessary, Sebastian knew that was not true, especially between two men.
"Where?" Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, though he was considerably less pleased when Kurt stopped touching him. He pointed to the drawer next to the bathroom door and Kurt got up to get it. Sebastian took the opportunity to get his socks and boxers out, it was almost completely done when Kurt came back with the bottle of lubricant.
Sebastian marveled at the look Kurt gave him. He was half naked, probably red and sweating with need but Kurt looked at him as if he was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Sebastian half-moaned under the eyes of a rather blue-gray color now and felt the rest of his sanity was ripped out of him.
"I trust you not to come. Not this time. Not until I say so."
Sebastian inhaled, his body tensing. Kurt was straddling him again, reaching to take him in his hand, and was already so close, he could feel his release fighting to let go. But he had already disobeyed before. He couldn't stop himself from feeling ashamed he hadn't been able to control himself. That he had come like a precocious child.
And then he had complained about a fast orgasm.
He really was a brat.
Kurt leaned to kiss the right side of his neck and clavicle as he began to touch him again, the smooth texture of the lubricant calming his skin from the previous burning. He was trying, trying as much as he could but he wasn't going to get anything. And Kurt still wasn't letting him.
"Can't… Kurt," he breathed out. His eyes were starting to lose focus and if he didn't come soon he felt like he could pass out.
"Easy, sweetheart," Kurt said, and he whined, trying not to think on the fact that he just had called him 'sweetheart', a thing nobody had called him since he was five and his mother sung to him to sleep. "You shouldn't be too loud, there are more students, remember?"
"Kurt… please… I don't want to… disobey, please," He was sounding more urgent now, the rest of his will fading away.
"That's a good boy." Kurt leaned to kiss his lips. "Something else?"
"Please, please let me come…" even though Kurt chuckled and shook his head Sebastian saw, he saw perfectly the way his eyes darkened even more, how this was turning him on; Sebastian's suffering, his pleadings, the agony and pain he was going through for him. But why was Sebastian so hot for it, too?
Stupid sickness.
"Is that all?"
"S-Sorry? Thank you— I don't know, just please, please, please…"
"That'll have to do," Kurt smile was sweet and patient and when his other hand came to cover Sebastian's mouth Sebastian let out a big moan into it. "Come for me, sweetie."
His brain had barely understood the meaning of Kurt's words for when Sebastian was already coming, his stomach and chest spasming against Kurt and he was very sure he was screaming.
The aftershocks kept coming and coming, making him feel as if he'd lost his mind, as if he'd never stop coming.
But it eventually ended, his heart having a bad time getting back to a normal beat. He was exhausted, felt like he hadn't come in ages when it was his second time only on the night.
Thnk- "he said, fighting not to sound like an idiot, but it was too late for that, he was panting superficially with his mouth open on the skin of Kurt's neck, babbling was probably the right word, and it took him more than what he was proud to admit to figure out Kurt was trying to get away.
"Sebastian, come on. You made a big mess, someone has to clean."
"Don't," His voice was husky and he sounded terrible but Kurt stopped moving away. His fingers traced the way down Kurt's stomach and found its way to Kurt's cock, rubbing. "Just let me—"
His hand was taken away and Sebastian complained, half-gone.
"Sleep, stud."
Sebastian shook his head. A gentle press against his lips distracted him though, and a mist took over him at the time, a soft, warm mist that invaded him everywhere, making him feel lost in the middle of a dream. His body felt warm and wrapped in a comfortable cloak, a cloak that smelled like Chanel. "Stay,"
…
Kurt looked at himself in the mirror; at his wrinkled clothes, totally ruined from having spent all night on the floor, at his wet hair from the shower he just had without checking if there was even a hairdryer here, his skin, his face, it was all wrong, all, everything, he needed his things, his creams, his spray, his clean, perfectly smooth clothes, his damn hairdryer.
He was making a storm in a teacup, he knew it. He just couldn't help feeling so… helpless.
And it wasn't about his clothes or his hair, it was Sebastian. Sebastian and Kurt's stupid lack of self-control.
He'd been awake almost all night just thinking, wondering, reprobating himself all night. Outside that door there was a sub, a very, very confused sleeping sub, and Kurt was afraid the only thing he was doing was confusing him more.
There were reasons clinics were a thing. Those people were professionals, adults, instructed and experienced doms that knew what they were doing. Kurt was not.
Should he have let last night happen? That was the one thing he was obsessing the more about. And. It. Didn't. Matter. It had happened. And he had to deal with it. He couldn't just close his eyes and pretend that it was all good, that Sebastian was just a boy he was helping and that was all. It wasn't. Kurt cared about him, way too much. And it clouded his judgment.
It was wrong for him to have these feelings. Sebastian was sick, of course he was drawn to Kurt, it was natural, instinct, it was what felt right to him in the moment. And it felt right to Kurt, except when he thought about it.
It was instinct, and he couldn't fight that back.
Maybe it was time for Sebastian to face his fears and go to a clinic… but no. No. Just thinking that was neglecting. He'd made a compromise, he was only trying to avoid his responsibility and run away from his own fears. And what did that say of him?
Was this affecting him too? Sebastian's sickness? All those endorphins? He definitely responded to it but he knew as a fact that sickness and endorphins and constant arousal didn't make you develop romantic feelings or… feelings at all. And he had feelings. Kurt Hummel doesn't nearly give a handjob to a guy in a car if there's no feelings involved.
A sound from the bedroom made him sigh deeply. Sebastian had finally waked up, apparently. It was almost noon by now and Kurt had had three hours to pity himself over feelings that he couldn't help to have and actions he couldn't change. Now it was time to take a decision; he could be a rational and decent friend, or he could be the dom he yearned to be.
Kurt certainly knew which one appealed more to him.
He turned around and opened the door.
Sebastian's surprise when he saw him was obvious from the shocked expression on his face. He was picking up the clothes on the floor, all of which were Sebastian's only since Kurt was already using his. His hair was the messiest he'd ever seen it, his face was appropriate from someone who had just woken up, he was only using underwear and there was a little red mark on his neck and another, more notorious one, on the corner of his lower lip.
He looked like Kurt's every wet dream.
"I thought you left," Sebastian said, his voice was hoarse and his bright green eyes fixed on Kurt on a way that made him remember exactly why all rational thoughts flew out the window when he did that.
"No, I just… I thought of leaving but I didn't want to wake you up so I took a shower,"
Sebastian was getting closer and Kurt could see determination in his eyes.
Kurt looked elsewhere. "Maybe…"
"No," Sebastian mumbled as an answer, getting his hands on Kurt's forearms and bending his head until he was attacking his neck; lips and tongue painting his skin with saliva and open-mouthed kisses.
"Seb—"
"I want you," Sebastian gaze was a pleading one, one so rare on him, so beautiful. "It was pretty rude of me, falling asleep before my partner was completely satisfied…"
Kurt started to shake his head but the feeling of a hand on his pants, cupping his dick stopped him. Sebastian looked at him as he licked his lips.
"We've talked about this before. You don't have to." Kurt was starting but he hand on his pants was now squeezing and he let out a whimper instead.
"But I want to," Sebastian assured him, giving him a lascivious look. "Let me show you how grateful I am, how much I want it."
"We need to talk about this"
"We can talk after,"
Kurt didn't know what to do. While indulging Sebastian sounded like the best idea ever he couldn't just ignore that he would be taking advantage of Sebastian's state. Was it okay for him to do this, even when he knew that if the Sebastian wasn't in this situation he would never offer such a thing? But Sebastian had needs right now, right? Real needs with immediate consequences, and if this was one of them… wasn't it too convenient for him?
"Kurt… please," Sebastian said and it was starting to sound a lot like begging. Kurt loved begging. "Please, I want to do this for you. I want to please you."
Kurt swallowed hard. His cock was already too hard and Sebastian's words only made a trickle of fluid spurt from it. It was possible, totally possible, that he'll look back at this moment in the future and consider it a mistake, but dammit he was only human.
"Yes, okay." He said, before he had time to stop himself.
A slow smile curved Sebastian's mouth but Kurt had barely time to appreciate it before he sank to his knees.
Kurt could just watch astonished as Sebastian's fingers worked on his belt, then the button of his pants and peeled the fabric down his legs, not without some effort, revealing Kurt's incredibly obvious dick, hard and desperate in his underwear.
Sebastian looked up at him and Kurt saw the way his eyes flashed with hunger.
"I'm gonna make this so good to you, I promise. So good that you'll forget your own name, that you'll want my mouth on you all the time." Sebastian said as he mouthed over the bulge on Kurt's boxers, caressing the fabric with his nose and lips and making the smear of precome grow bigger at the warm feeling.
He was teasing, and even if it was totally hot, now that Kurt had made up his mind he wanted the real thing. Now.
"Go ahead then." He commanded. At least, he tried to, his voice shaking a little at the start as he struggled to stand straight on his feet.
Sebastian's lips curled into a smile. "Yes, sir." he whispered under his breath, giving Kurt what could be described as a wolfish grin before he caught the waistband of his underwear and, just when Kurt felt his insides riot at the shameless teasing, yanked them down his hips and the away until his dick sprung up, hard and red and already leaking with precome.
Kurt's first reaction was a massive desire to cover up. Sebastian was staring at him, at it, his face just five inches from his dick when he was as hard as he could get and the intensity of his eyes made Kurt want to hide away in embarrassment. But it also was so fucking hot he could barely stand it. He breathed in, trying to keep composure.
He'd never felt like this frantic about a blowjob before. While their relations lasted, Blaine had been completely prepared to please all the time, even though it wasn't as if they've done this a lot of times. He and Blaine had practically gone from kissing and make outs to all the way in only one night and with Blaine being so fond of penetrative sex and his own stupid insecurities they had barely had time to explore much more before they were having problems and had brake up in a matter of weeks. This, Sebastian on his knees, willing and even eager was almost too much. Looking down, Kurt didn't know if Sebastian was testing the waters or was just actively trying to drive him crazy.
His mouth was open, hot on the inside of his thighs, his breath sliding up and down over the length of his cock while his nose was practically nuzzling against it. And he was smiling, gazing up at Kurt through his eyelashes, eyes blown with lust as his tongue darted out to lick gently at the underside of his balls.
Kurt gasped. To say that he was getting impatient would be a euphemism. "You know I can change my mind at any time, do you?"
Sebastian took his tongue back into his mouth, sending him an apologetic glance that looked almost real.
Getting the hint that this was taking too long to his taste, Sebastian didn't make him wait one second more. The wet and warm feeling of his mouth surrounding no more than the head of his cock, maybe even less, made him feel like he was much younger, nervous and excited, and getting his dick sucked for the first time. Sebastian was merely touching the tip, but it was so good just with that much inside, Sebastian's tongue licking insistently at the slit, coaxing more fluid to come out and softly starting to suck. Kurt groaned, unable to contain himself.
Sebastian giggled as he sucked once more before pulling out with a loud 'pop' and looked up. "Like that, sir?"
The cocky son of a bitch.
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "If you expect to get to come? Better."
Sebastian pouted playfully and, as if trying to prove a point, his mouth came down his cock, swallowing Kurt to the root and mumbled what sounded like an apology around it.
Kurt's brain felt like it was doing short-circuit, he honestly couldn't explain to himself how he managed to last more than fifteen seconds. The sub's tongue was swirling around the head, making lovely things to Kurt's spine and one of his hands had reached to his balls, starting to fondle and caress them, rolling them between his fingers. Sebastian almost seemed to be tasting the skin, as if he could not stop doing it, as he was trying to capture the taste. He was moaning just at the thought.
His hands flew to grab Sebastian's hair, barely long enough to hold on to, but much more than it had been when Kurt had met him that first day he saw him singing with the Warblers. Such a talented mouth...
"God," Kurt said. He was terribly aware of Sebastian looking at him, lips stretched out around him and a look filled with so many things that he could not find an adjective to define it; amusement, satisfaction, presumption, lust, all mixed in those green eyes that could drive him mad. "Oh, God" he heard himself repeat. Or moan, really.
Sebastian moaned too, right after his pitiful babbling, and the vibration wasn't good for his dignity almost completely destroyed. Kurt loved Sebastian's whimpers, not just for the incredible sensations it gave his dick but because it meant Sebastian liked this, if not as much Kurt loved it, he certainly was enjoying himself. Sebastian moaned again and tried to take even more, even though he was taking him almost completely in. Kurt could see Sebastian's own ignored erection and knew that he should be ashamed to admit how much it turned him on. How aroused he got just at the thought that at that moment it was about him, not about Sebastian's sickness, not about his hard cock hanging hard and dripping, but about Kurt´s, being attended, and almost adored in the process. And Sebastian knew that. He had offered, after all.
Kurt growled, his hips moving compulsively upward, his cock banging against the hot wall of Sebastian's throat and making him gag.
"Oh shit, sorry," he said hastily, as soon as he realized what he had done. Sebastian coughed a little around his cock, and Kurt tried to control the pleasure induced by the vibrations enough to pull out. When he did a long strand of saliva formed between Sebastian's parted lips and the tip of his cock. Focus! He reprimanded himself. He was a dom, he was supposed to know how to control himself.
"Are you alright?" he asked Sebastian, who was still coughing a little more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."
"I'm fine," Sebastian said, his voice slightly hoarse as he readjusted himself on his knees. "I just wasn't expecting it."
"Sorry, sorry, do you want water? I'll bring you water," Sebastian held him abruptly before he could start to pull up his pants.
"I said I'm fine." he replied. Kurt looked at him curiously, it seemed as if he wanted to say something, but he was not sure enough. Then his expression eased tenuously. "You want to do that?"
"Huh?" he asked eloquently.
"That," Sebastian waved his hand, as if the answer was right there. "The... the thing, with your, ah... hips and my... mouth,"
Oh for the love of...
To complete his embarrassment at that precise moment a long flow of precome came out of his cock, not hesitating to give his opinion on the matter.
"Is that a yes?" Sebastian asked and Kurt could see that he was struggling between laughing or not. He smiled inescapably; the situation was too much to simply act embarrassed.
"Uhh..." fuck this was so weird. "Maybe... just not this time."
He realized the meaning of his words a moment after when Sebastian smirked and took his cock into his mouth again, making a muffled noise of satisfaction.
Too lost in the pleasure of it he just let his hands go for Sebastian's hair again. He loved how it felt, the strands of thick, silky hair between his fingers, loved how soft it was but mostly, he loved the way Sebastian stared up at him when he tugged a little too hard of it.
He wanted to be touching him to remind himself they were connected, it was not just his cock inside of someone's mouth. That someone was Sebastian.
And with Sebastian moving increasingly faster, bobbing his mouth up and down over the length of Kurt's cock he inevitably had to do that more and more until his hands clenched into fists and the sub briefly squeezed his eyelids closed at the mild pain.
It was too much, the stimulation, the heat, Sebastian on his knees, his tongue, his cheeks and roof of his mouth. And Sebastian moaning under him. Kurt thought he might be trying to complain that he was hurting him, except that he sounded far too in love with every second of it, as if it was his cock getting off, as if he wanted to stay there forever.
And Kurt would have loved to stay in that same position forever.
Except that he couldn't.
He could already feel his orgasm building, the urge to come making itself present as he saw with agitated eyes Sebastian's concentration face as he sucked more deeply, as if he wanted to take every bit of pleasure out of his cock. Kurt thought he could melt in the mix of sensations. He was already so dizzy. The wet heat on his cock, the lips and tongue that worked even as he continued to push against Sebastian's mouth, swirling his tongue and tightening and loosen the pressure, one of Sebastian's hands still stroking his balls from time to time and the other doing a lovely massage on the inside of his thigh. A jolt shot through his cock and Kurt made a noise, something between a whimper and a scream.
Sebastian took that as some kind of signal because he quickened his movements to match Kurt's thrusts and removed the hand on his balls to rub the base of his cock, forming small circles with his thumb and suddenly he knew that was all. The heat, the pressure, the humidity that surrounded him and his sexual needs being practically venerated.
He tightened his grip on the hair between his hands, pulling it as gently as he could in the heat of the moment. Sebastian didn't seem to mind that it didn't turn out to be so soft in the end, he moaned anyway.
"I'm going to come" He said, slightly embarrassed that the word came out almost like a grunt. But Sebastian didn't let Kurt pull out of his mouth, squeezing his lips around him and sucking. He almost came alone from that. "Just— c'mon, Bas."
This time, when he tried to pull out again Sebastian didn't let him move from his place, instead he looked at him, moving frantically now that Kurt's thrusts had ceased and both his hands reached out to squeeze Kurt's ass, bringing him closer to his mouth and taking him as deep as he could without gagging.
"Oh fuck," Kurt thought his heart could stop beating at any second. Sebastian was touching him and taking him and looking directly at him as he moved everywhere each of his movements communicating not only his desire to please Kurt but his own pleasure in doing so. He had never had anything like this before, the feeling of being wanted to this degree, of his body being worshiped...
He clung to Sebastian's hair, this time squeezing his hands on the bristles of the man's hair, and that was the end; Kurt couldn't stop himself one second more. He came.
And oh dear god the feeling of it, of Sebastian swallowing and swallowing over and over and over again until Kurt had nothing to give him. For a precious moment Kurt really thought he might lose consciousness.
When he finally recovered, there was a vague awareness of Sebastian's tongue on his cock, moving softly now, almost sweetly, cleaning the rest of the mess he hadn't been able to completely swallow. Kurt didn't know if he should say something. Instead he began to run his hand through the hair on the back of Sebastian's neck, stroking the back of the boy's head, all the poor skin he had mistreated the last few minutes. He loved the feel of hair between his fingers, so soft and thick, now that he thought it was one of the things he liked the most about Sebastian.
"I ... Um, Thank you." he said, feeling stupid, but it was hard to find something better to say.
"Mmmm," Sebastian mumbled.
"You know, a little sensitive now."
Sebastian pulled away and said something under his breath but his voice was too low a murmur for him to understand. Then he was kissing Kurt's hip bone, tongue licking around it, stopping to kiss him over his belly a couple of times. Then he pressed his cheek against the skin on his hip, his breathing still inches from Kurt's groin.
Kurt could feel his heart swelling in his chest. Odd how something like that could instill in him the desire to give everything to this man, everything, anything he could want, to hold him and take care of him, to never allow him to suffer again.
Kurt took him by the face then, awkwardly lifting him until he was at his height and throwing himself to his mouth. To his bewilderment and- okay, a little bit of panic, Sebastian didn't let him, leaning back as soon as he perceived the movement.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian spoke quickly.
"I'm-" He hesitated. "I was going to kiss you,"
His frown intensified. "Why?"
"Uh, because I wanted to?" He didn't know how okay it was for him to admit that but he thought they had already crossed that line, he seriously doubted that he'd imagined last night and Sebastian had been nothing but enthusiastic about it.
"Aren´t you disgusted?" he asked, looking disoriented.
"Why would I be disgusted?"
"Because I—" he cut himself off, taking a moment to look at his feet before continuing. "Well, guys don't usually like to kiss after… you know. It grosses them out."
"Oh, so I am what? Just some guy you picked up in a bar yesterday?" he asked, sounding rather bitter. He did not like that train of thought.
"No, no, no, I didn't mean you were like that, I just- I was only—"
"Well, don't," he said, just before crashing their mouth together. Sebastian was evidently surprised, but he hardly put up any resistance, approaching easily and opening his lips for him. The kiss was unexpectedly soft, melting together, adjusting to each other's mouth, soft and pleasant, Sebastian licking Kurt's lips, breathing air directly from his mouth.
Sebastian's mouth was full of Kurt, his tongue pressing against his palate, the smell of cigarette totally gone by now and he tasted all like come. Like Kurt's come.
He didn't know which of the two of them had been the first to push them towards the bed but he seriously did not complain when they both fell on the soft surface of blankets. Sebastian climbed on top of him and Kurt didn't mind giving up a bit of control, he was too ecstatic in his afterglow to care. Sebastian was kissing him fiercely now, the sweetness that had been present when he kissed his hip bone disappeared by now.
Sebastian threw himself at his side then, Kurt supposed that because his knees might hurt but it wasn't like he'd spent that much time on his knees. Then he felt the hardness rub against his left leg and everything made more sense. Kurt was still sensitive, but Sebastian needed his own release.
In his mind, Kurt played with the idea of denying it; see how far he could get with it, see his reaction to knowing that Kurt was completely satiated, his cock taken care of and satisfied when his had to remain the way it was. See if Sebastian would get pissed the way he would have weeks ago or if he would struggle to obey.
God, he had to stop that or he'd be hard again in less than five minutes.
Sebastian's tongue seemed to want to sink down his mouth until it reached his throat, moaning and whimpering as he tried to go farther and reminding Kurt that just a few moments ago his cock had been in that exact place.
He was going to get hard.
"Kurt, fuck." Sebastian gasped in his mouth. "You, are… marvelous, and you… fuck you taste amazing, you—" he interrupted himself with a groan.
Kurt pushed his leg between Sebastian's, giving him something to grind against, letting him rub against him. Listening to all that was excessive, he could not bear to participate, he was eighteen years old, but he was not a porn star, he needed time to recover.
Sebastian came, his briefs getting soaked with his release as his hips continued to rub against him even after he had finished. Sebastian panted and growled and sighed, finally letting himself fall completely on his side.
They both laid in a comfortable silence for several minutes, trying to get the rhythm of their breathing back to normal. Kurt was having some problems; after the haze of sex had faded, guilt began to haunt him. He knew it was not as if he had pushed Sebastian to do it, or even asked! He had made it clear more than once that he didn't have to do anything for him. Of course Sebastian was also going through his first sickness, and it wasn't right to do things that could be influenced by reasons he couldn't control. But Sebastian had also been properly taken care of the night before, his hormones should be able to stay well for a few days. Or so he believed. It's not like he's some kind of expert. He had never had to take care of a sub in sickness before. He never thought he would have to, not like this.
"I shouldn't have let you do that," he mused aloud.
Sebastian must have been waiting for it at one time or another because he snorted, it sounded more amused than annoyed, though. "A bit late for that don't you think?" He was smiling, looking at Kurt from his side of the bed, probably happy to have gotten his way.
"No, really, I shouldn't have, at least, not before talking about it, changing our cont- or well whatever the written agreement we have is, it's... it's not right."
"Kurt, it's just a paper!" Sebastian said exasperated, dropping his head on the pillow. "And you can talk about it now, I'll listen. Besides, what's done is done, and there's nothing to repent for. I had the freaking safeword. Fuck! It isn't like you forced me or something. "
Kurt frowned. He knew that Sebastian was right, it's just that it was hard for him to accept that he had let himself get carried away, even if he wasn't putting Sebastian in any danger he should have made sure. "I can't do that again," he said suddenly.
The skin around Sebastian's eyes tensed as he looked away and pursed his lips, watching his hands move on his chest. His voice sounded flat when he spoke.
"You didn't like it, or is... or is it just me?"
"What? No, no, I mean yes, I mean—" Kurt shook his head, trying to get rid of the confused thoughts. "I mean I wasn't referring to the um-"
"Blowjob," Sebastian complemented, sounding petty, but the ghost of a silly smile was showing between his lips.
"Yes. Uh- I meant the contract, we have to change it. I know you don't get it but we need something to rely on," he said, continuing with his explanation. Sebastian nodded, looking in a better mood.
"So... you do want to do that again?" Kurt didn't have to ask what part he was referring to, his whole face went hot just from the perspective of being able to do this again, his brain filling with memories of the sensations of being buried deep inside Sebastian's throat.
Strange that he never felt remotely this way about a blowjob with someone. Well, not that he had tons of experience, just Blaine, and while his few times doing it had been awesome, it had nothing to do with this.
Of course he knew that Blaine's experience could never be compared to Sebastian's. He had been Blaine's first boyfriend, of course he didn't know what he was doing, no matter how much porn he could have seen it wasn't of much help when it came to practice. Sebastian had been with many men, it was to be expected that he was much better at this than Blaine. But it was not just that, there was something much more complex in what Kurt felt for Sebastian than just his great skills in giving head.
The persistent blush on his cheeks was sufficient response. He doubted that the other man needed a verbal confirmation after that.
God, he had just got his cock sucked and he wanted it again already. He wanted it all over again, even the clumsy parts. But he shouldn't only think of himself, after all he hadn't been very kind at almost choking Sebastian with his dick.
"I didn't hurt you, right?" he asked.
"I told you I was fine," Sebastian said, but Kurt could see the look of gratitude in his eyes. He nodded, relieved. On the one hand for Sebastian and the other, because he definitely wanted to do that again.
"Okay, okay I was just checking." He said. "It's just- It was..."
"Hot?" Sebastian offered, sounding mostly petulant, but it wasn't hard to recognize the contentment in his words, his trademark smirk always present. "Impressive? The best blowjob you've had in your life?"
"It was more than that," Kurt mumbled. If he was being honest with himself he didn't have his thoughts in order yet. He needed some time alone to think. Consider the possibilities. Decide what he'll do. After all, Sebastian's sickness will not last forever.
"How?" Sebastian asked, raising on his arm to look at Kurt, almost exigent.
Kurt dropped his head on the pillow, relaxing his muscles as much as he could. He knew that while Sebastian tried to keep a hard exterior all the time, he was mostly like a child avid for affection, affection that Kurt's inner primitive dom craved to give him.
"I care about you, silly." Kurt said as an explanation and Sebastian winced, his eyes landing momentarily on his hands before he looked at him again.
"Thanks?" He said, doing an act of being offended. "Does that mean I'm not getting a blowjob?"
Kurt couldn't hold back the fond smile that fought to break free. What was this boy again? Thirteen?
"Not with that attitude, mister." Kurt stated, clicking his tongue, he too trying to look more serious than what he was.
"You doms are so selfish."
Kurt laughed at that.
"I'm sure you'll forgive me one day. Now, I'm sorry but I have to go." He said. He had a lot of explanations to give back in Lima, and if Glee's weekend practice –he really hated that, now more than ever- started without him he knew of some people that will surely to kill him."I could get away last night because I was supposed to sleep in my friend's Mercedes house but my dad is probably expecting me soon."
The sub's eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, the muscles of his jaw softening from where they had begun to tighten since his last sentence. "You were at your friend's house yesterday?" he asked.
"Yes. Where did you think I was?"
"Nowhere." Sebastian crossed his arms on his chest.
Kurt let it go. He'd been waiting since yesterday to tell Sebastian something and now seemed like the last chance he would get.
"Hey." He told him, trying to draw the sub's attention back on him and away for the oh so interesting roof he was now watching.
"Yeah?" Sebastian replied, Kurt succeeding only partially since his attention has only switched to his own hands. "It's okay, if you have to go… go."
Kurt grinned; containing himself not to point out that Sebastian didn't look exactly happy to let him go. "I just… I wanted you to know that uh, my sectionals are on Wednesday. In McKinley. We're gonna compete against a team called the Unitards and another glee club from our school. Do you think you could come? I mean only if you want to of course."
Sebastian seemed to consider it but just looking at him, Kurt could say there was little to no chance he'd say yes.
"I don't think it would be good if they saw me there. " Sebastian observed. "They would probably think I'm spying or something. I don't have a reason to go see New Directions like you had with the Warblers. And... We all have a meeting with the lacrosse coach that day—"
"It's okay. It was just a comment." Kurt stopped Sebastian's expiations. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, he'd really hoped Sebastian would say yes but he was probably right. Besides, It wasn't as if he had a solo like Sebastian had. It wasn't that big of a deal, when he thought of it. "I wouldn't like you to miss something important because of this. And you're right. About what they would think."
"But I'll see you at regionals, right?" Sebastian winked at him.
That got Kurt smiling again. "We will tear you to pieces."
"You wish, princess,"
They were at most two inches away, no part of their bodies touching despite how close they were. It was late and he had to go, back to his everyday problems but looking into Sebastian green eyes, to his devilish smile and hands tensed at his sides he got the feeling Sebastian was holding himself back not to kiss him. So he did.
He kissed him tenderly, smiling in the kiss, his lips soft and his breath warm. Yes, Kurt could definitely get used to this.