'OMG BABY YOU FEEL SO GOOD, MHHHM' BLAINE MOANED INTO KURT'S DELICATE EAR, AS HE SLID SLOWLY INTO HIS TIGHT, WANTON PLEASURE CAVE
KURT SMILED. A SECRET, UNSEEN SMILE. HE WASN'T WHO BLAINE THOUGHT HE WAS, BUT HE LED THE POOR BOY ON. KURT RELEASED A SHOWY GRUNT AND A ~THRILLED~ WHIMPER AS HE ROCKED BACK ONTO BLAINE'S STEEL ROD OF DESIRE
BLAINE KEPT HIS EYES CLOSED AND CONTINUED TO MOVE HIMSELF TOWARDS HIS END, HIS PLEASURE. KURT WENT ALONG, UNTIL HE FINALLY GOT TIRED OF THE GAME.
A SCREAM RIPPED THROUGH THE HOUSE.
KURT'S ASS HAD RIPPED BLAINE'S JOYSTICK COMPLETELY OFF, AND THE CUTE BRUNET WAS TRYING DESPERATELY TO STOP THE BLEEDING. WHAT WOULD THE PARAMEDICS DO WHEN THEY SAW THE TINY TEETH MARKS? KURT DIDN'T CARE. THAT WAS BLAINE'S ISSUE.
SPEAKING OF ISSUE, NEITHER OF THEM HAD GOTTEN OFF. KURT PULLED ON HIS PANTS, AND LEFT BLAINE'S NOW UNCONSCIOUS FORM IN THE BEDROOM FLOOR, SLOWLY BLEEDING OUT.
'NOW,' KURT THOUGHT 'DO I HAVE THAT SEBASTIAN'S NUMBER?'