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Puck couldn't even catch his breath before Kurt was all over him. Sweet baby Jesus could Kurt kiss. Puck pushed his hands under Kurt's T-shirt and clawed at his back, he had been wanting to touch Kurt like this all evening, fantasising about it. The reality was even better, he couldn't get enough of the soft silky skin. Kurt whined a little when Puck pushed him away so he could pull Kurt's T-shirt over his head, and as soon as it was out of the way, he pressed close again, mouthing down Puck's neck.

Almost involuntarily Puck's hands traveled down Kurt's back, stopping to clench Kurt's ass and pull him closer. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Kurt's lips broke away from his neck with a moan, and he panted as their hips ground against each other. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on Puck's shirt, and as he looked up at Puck, his desire and need for Puck was clear to see.

Kurt held his gaze as he striped Puck out of his suit jacket and shirt and Puck fumbled with the button of Kurt's jeans. It was all too much, and he couldn't wait anymore. Puck reached his hand into Kurt's jeans and pulled out his cock. It was so beautiful it made his mouth water.

Kurt pushed into Puck's hand, moaning and sucking on Puck's neck as his hands pull open Puck's pants. When Kurt reached inside, Puck couldn't help but grunt and buck into Kurt's hand, cursing under his breath. Their kiss now more open-mouthed and sloppy until Kurt broke away.

"Fuck me,"Kurt said, and Puck pulled back, suddenly not so sure. "Wanna feel you. Come on. Fuck me Noah." It was the Noah, said with such desperation that did it.

Mind made up Puck griped Kurt's hips and pushed him away, making Kurt whine in complaint. It made Puck ridiculously happy for some reason, but he pushed harder. "I can't fuck you if I can't get your pants off." Puck kept his hands on Kurt's waist as Kurt stood and shucks off his jeans, barely waiting for Puck to toss aside his own pants and briefs before climbing back into his lap. "Pushy bottom," Puck muttered under his breath.

"You love it," Kurt answered as his lips latch onto Puck's neck. Surprisingly, Puck found he really did.

Suddenly Kurt pulled away and stilled. Puck looked up, worried. Kurt leaned in closer and rested his forehead against his, and took a deep breath. "Condom, lube," his voice still a little breathy, his lips pink and shiny from kissing.

Puck groaned but dug into the cushions, and came up to Kurt's narrowed eyes. "So you just happen to have supplies behind the cushions? Bring a lot of strangers back for nightcaps do you?"

For some reason it didn't even occur to Puck that Kurt sounded too possessive for someone he had only just met. Instead he pulled Kurt against his lips, not kissing, just touching "No more," he whispered, not even thinking about the implications of such words. But Kurt smiled happily before opening the cap of lube. Puck just watched hazily as Kurt slicked up his own fingers before reaching back to press inside, making Kurt shudder and push back against him.

"So fucking hot," Puck whispered, clutching Kurt's ass with one hand, while the other joined Kurt's. Kurt, honest to god, whimpered at the intrusion, pulled his own fingers out and wrapped his hands around Puck.

Puck closed his eyes at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed as if with that one act Kurt had given up complete control, and trusted him. Trusted Puck to anchor him through whatever was to come.

Puck fucked Kurt open with his fingers, taking his time no matter how much Kurt fought him. And Kurt sure as hell fought him, fucking himself on Puck's fingers and writhing whenever Puck hits the right spot. Suddenly as if he has had enough Kurt took the condom and without asking rolled it over Puck's cock, slicking him up and stroking until Puck couldn't stand it any more, cursing he knocked Kurt's hand away.

Puck pulled his fingers out from Kurt's ass, and his eyes rolled back as Kurt pressed down. After that Puck didn't remember much. They fucked hard and fast, Puck remembered pulling on Kurt's cock until he spilled all over Puck's stomach and fell forward.

The tight spasms around his cock made him almost lose his breath. Fuck it was so hot, made him hornier, and he fucked into Kurt's lax body. Puck's fingers, almost of their own volition trailed over the come splattered on his stomach before reaching out and pressing his fingers against Kurt's lips. Almost instinctively, Kurt licked the come off Puck's fingers and sucked them into his mouth, at that point Puck lost his remaining control.

They sat in silence for a moment before Puck swiped his hand on the couch away and then rubbed them over Kurt's back. "Gotta get up, babe. Can't pass out on the couch."

Kurt murmured something in reply that suspiciously sounded like, "So much for holding me afterwards," before getting up too.

It made Puck laugh, he pulled Kurt towards the bedroom, much like the other man had done earlier in the club, "Come on lets get you in the bed and I'll hold you so much all night you'll start to complain." He had only meant it as a joke, but the way Kurt looked at him, all soft and gentle, made his throat close up.

Shit, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?

so, popped my porn writing cherry, was it good for you guys?