This chapter is rated M! Warnings: Rimming
"The Astronomy Tower? Really, Noah? I tell you that I'll have sex with you anywhere you want and you choose the Astronomy Tower?"
Puck grinned wolfishly, "C'me on, babe, it's tradition for every sexually active witch or wizard to get their rocks off in the Astronomy Tower at least once."
Kurt raised an eyebrow in clear disbelief, "You've never had sex here?"
"Of course, I have." Puck snorted, "I'm a sex-shark."
Kurt threw up his hands in exasperation, "You're unbelievable!"
"I usually get that after the sex is over." Puck's grin widened at Kurt's increasing annoyance, his boyfriend made it too easy sometimes.
"So this is for me?" Kurt said after he got his aggravation under control. "What makes you think I want to be like every other student in this school? Do you have any idea of how many semen stains are probably on this couch?"
"I already Scourgify-ed it, babe. Come on, Kurt, you promised!"
Kurt sighed, "I know. Okay, let me put up a Silencing Spell first."
"Kurt, it's eleven o'clock at night in the furthest Tower from the dorms. What'd we need a Silencing Spell for?"
Kurt glared as he got to work on the spell, "Noah, the Astronomy Tower overlooks the heart of campus. Sound projects. Unless you want every prefect doing rounds to hear us, we'll use a Silencing Spell."
"That'd be fun, actually. Berry and Anderson are on duty tonight," Puck trailed away thoughtfully.
"I'm going to ignore that for the sake of actually having sex tonight."
Once the spell was complete, Kurt shoved Puck on the couch and straddled his waist and lowered his mouth on to that of his boyfriend's. Puck wasted no time parting Kurt's lips with his tongue, shoving the usually offensive muscle inside the warm cavern of Kurt's mouth.
Kurt groaned in response. He wrapped his lips around Puck's tongue, taking a second before sucking it vigorously. Puck moaned loudly, bucking up his hips into Kurt's crotch, allowing the Keeper to feel the rock hard erection his Chaser was sporting. Kurt groaned again, grinding down his hips to rub his cock against Puck's.
"Noah."
Puck pried his tongue away from the vacuum that was Kurt's mouth and kissed his way down to Kurt's strong jaw, nipping and biting as he went. After hearing the encouraging whimpers coming from Kurt, he continued down to the column of Kurt's throat, pausing to pay special attention to the skin stretched over his Adam's apple, eliciting a high pitched squeak when he licked the lightly-stubbled surface just right.
Kurt's hands weren't idle, however. He played with the hem of Puck's T-shirt before trailing his nimble fingers under the fabric, scratching the outlines of Puck's abs lightly with his nails. Puck groaned, the sounds and vibrations dancing on the skin of Kurt's neck, making the countertenor shudder and redouble his efforts. His ministrations persisted as his hands made their way up Puck's well-defined chest. He circled Puck's pierced nipple with his thumb a couple of times, before pinching the nub and twisting.
Puck's mouth detached from the spot where it was forming a hickey in the shape of a Snitch on Kurt's neck when his head was thrown back in surprise and pleasure, screaming, "Kurt!"
Kurt didn't let up, repeating his actions, prompting Puck's hips to buck wildly into Kurt's crotch. Kurt took the opportunity to tug Puck's T-shirt over his head and bowed his head to suck on the now-pebbled nipple. Puck cried out again, cupping the back of Kurt's head to keep it place. Kurt licked and sucked on the pierced nipple, using his left hand to pinch and tease the other nipple.
"Kurt, you have to s-stop," Puck groaned, eyes screwed shut. "I'm gonna cum in my pa—Jesus!"
"How many times do I have to say it? It's Captain to you, Puckerman," Kurt said playfully, before returning his mouth to the abused flesh.
Puck was losing it. He felt the heat pooling in his belly as Kurt double-teamed his incredibly sensitive nipples. His spine tingled as Kurt's free hand trailed down the center of his chest, ghosted over his abs, and paused on his belt buckle.
Puck opened his mouth to tell Kurt not to even think about it, when Kurt went ahead and did it. He cupped the bulge in Puck's jeans and squeezed.
Puck howled, "Kurt!" Kurt, the traitorous bastard grinned around Puck's nipple and squeezed again. Puck felt his balls draw up and the dam broke.
He grabbed Kurt's wrist, wrenching away the offending appendage, before pushing Kurt off lap. He got up and pulled a wide-eyed Kurt to his feet, glaring into the face of his boyfriend.
Kurt whined, "Noah, I was having fun!" Puck growled and grabbed Kurt's elbow, dragging him to the end of the couch, turning him around roughly so that Kurt's back was to his front. Puck then stepped closer, plastering his chest and crotch to Kurt's back and ass. His arms reached around and both his hands palmed Kurt's denim-covered erection. Kurt moaned and threw back his head to rest on Puck's shoulder, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Puck brought his lips to the shell of Kurt's ear, hands massaging now. "Having fun now, Captain?" he whispered.
Kurt whimpered, nodding. "Noah, please fuck me." Puck's hips ground into Kurt's ass instinctively, prompting both boys to moan.
"Jesus, Kurt!" Puck's hands hurriedly flew to the button of Kurt's skin-tight jeans. He fumbled with the button and zipper, Kurt's front still facing away from him. Kurt turned his head to capture Puck in a filthy, wet kiss that had Puck's hands stuttering even more. Puck groaned and pulled his head away, Kurt's jeans finally unbuttoned.
He wasted no time, pulling down Kurt's jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees and he bent Kurt over the arm of the couch. Kurt moaned as his now-freed cock made contact with the cloth of the couch.
Puck, ignoring the throbbing of his still-confined dick, got to his knees, spread the cheeks of Kurt's ass and ran his tongue along the circle of Kurt's hole.
Kurt keened, "Noah! NoahnoahnoahnoahNoah." He started humping the arm of the couch furiously, altering between rubbing along the couch and grinding his ass against Puck's mouth.
Puck went to town on Kurt's hole, circling the folded edges a couple of more times before stabbing his tongue into the tight ring of muscle.
"NOAH, FUCK ME NOW."
Puck would have smirked if he wasn't ready to come in his jeans at the sound of Kurt's wanton ple—order, really. He scrambled to reach inside the pockets of his jeans to get out the lube, before a look of horror crossed his face.
"Babe, I forgot the lube!"
Kurt screamed, "ARE YOU INSANE? ARE YOU A WIZARD OR NOT?"
Puck was so startled by the volume and intensity of Kurt's response, that all he could do was watch as Kurt moved off the couch and crawled on the floor, hands patting the ground in search of something.
"Aha!" Kurt crowed in victory, holding up the sought after item. Which happened to be Puck's wand. Puck's ten-inch holly wand (dragon heartstring, thank you very much) that was currently making it's way up Kurt's ass.
Puck blinked owlishly as Kurt inserted the tip of his wand (not even metaphorically speaking!) into his hole. Kurt muttered something and shuddered. He then got to his knees in front of Puck and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and freeing Puck's straining erection. He then grabbed Puck's wand again and pointed it Puck's dick.
Puck yelped, "Jesus, Kurt. I'm sorry for forgetting the lube! Don't hex off my junk, I won't do it again, I swear!"
Kurt rolled his eyes and knocked Puck's hands out of the way. "Lubrio," he muttered and Puck gasped as a cold, wet sensation traveled down his engorged cock. Kurt threw away the wand and bent over the arm of the couch again. "Well, are we going to fuck sometime this century, Noah?"
Puck shook himself out of the stupor induced by the sheer effectiveness of Kurt's practicality and ran a hand down his dick to smear the lube that magically (hahahaha) appeared on it. Then, with absolutely no warning, he shoved two fingers up Kurt's similarly lubricated ass.
Kurt moaned, hands clawing at the couch cushions in front of him, "So good, Noah. Harder, please."
Puck complied, increasing both speed and depth of his thrusts, watching his boyfriend hump the couch, moaning wantonly.
"More, Noah!" Puck added a third finger and maneuvered his way to the spot that he knew would have Kurt seeing stars. Sure enough, he found the little nub. He ghosted over it, reveling in the shudders that ran up and down Kurt's back as the Keeper whimpered. Grinning, Puck stabbed at the gland viciously.
Kurt keened. "OmigodomigodohmyGOD, NOAH!"
Puck wrenched at his balls, Kurt's crying pulling him to the edge of orgasm. He growled, "You're prepared enough." He pulled his fingers out and, while Kurt whined at the emptiness, thrust his dick into Kurt in one fell swoop.
When Puck slid into him, Kurt made a sound that was almost a wail. Puck took in a deep breath to prevent himself from coming right away in Kurt's slick heat. Kurt reached back and slapped Puck's ass in frustration. Puck groaned and started to move.
Unbelievable heat, long deep strokes, Kurt under him slack-jawed with pleasure - too much, it was much too much - and before Puck could even try to slow down he was coming, vision exploding in white.
His vision cleared and, through the haze of his post-orgasmic glow, Puck could hear Kurt whimpering and felt him thrust back and try to fuck himself on Puck's softening cock.
"Ah–Noah!" Kurt's cry was more than a little desperate. Puck pulled out fast and flipped him over, diving to his knees to finish him off with his mouth. "Yes!" Kurt hissed, thrusting upward and panting. "Put—something—in me—"
Puck slid three fingers into that wet heat and Kurt's back arched in mid-air, hands in a crushing grip on Puck's shoulders as he came.
Puck swallowed Kurt's cum, licking away at any trace amount as Kurt panted for breath above him. Kurt's knees trembled against Puck's bare chest, which is why Puck was ready to ease Kurt down into his lap when they gave away.
They stayed like that, trading slow, languid kisses as they came down from their respective highs.
"It's not that overrated after all," Kurt admitted as he sighed against Puck's neck.
Puck was nodding along, ready to sing-song "I told you so" when he heard footsteps echo up the entrance to the Tower. He traded a panicked look with Kurt before the door to the Observatory flew open.
"I'm telling you, I heard something!"
"Rachel, it's probably some third years trading handjobs for the first time. We should let them be."
"Blaine! That is completely against the Code of Non-Academic Conduct and as prefects, we are honor bound to award detention for being out of the dorms after hou—Oh my, God! Noah? Kurt?"
Kurt groaned in humiliation and buried his bright red face into Puck's neck, shifting his lower body to conceal as much of his naked self as he could.
Puck offered Rachel and Blaine a nod of the head, "'Sup."
Blaine burst into laughter as he dragged Rachel out of the room to allow the two boys to get dressed, "This is why we don't go in anywhere without knocking, Rachel—" Their voices trailed off as they descended the stone steps.
Kurt glared at Puck while pulling up his pants, "This what you were hoping for, Mr. Sex Shark?"
Puck knew in his hearts of hearts that "Hell fucking yes!" was not the correct answer, but it didn't prevent him from saying it anyway.
Kurt's face was worth the Bat-Bogey Hex that resulted.