Kurt stepped up to David's front door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He raised his hand to knock, but let it fall limply against the wood at the last moment. It was like David's house was a black hole and Kurt was right on the cusp of its gravity. If he knocked, he would break through that field and get sucked into its force; there would be no turning back. But he had spent all day thinking long and hard about his intentions here; he had no desire to turn back. It was just a weighty decision to make. Keeping the heel of his palm against the door, he flexed his wrist and allowed his knuckles to make a few sharp taps.
Kurt had stood outside David's front door many times since they had become friends: only when Paul wasn't home, though. David was still terrified of coming out to his father and was convinced his father would identify David by proxy, by dint of his friendship with Kurt. Objectively, Kurt had taken note of the architectural design of David's front door before; it was a nice door, obviously installed at some point before the residents stopped caring about the appearance of the house. It was a red (very fashionable in parts of Asia, Kurt had heard), 8-paneled wooden door, with a glass half-moon transom over the door and side light windows on either side. The side lights had dark curtains draped over them on the inside for privacy.
The only reason Kurt paid particular attention to the door on today of all days was because of the quick movement he saw in one of the curtains when he had knocked. The curtain was suddenly jostled and then bunched oddly up around the height of Kurt's own head. Kurt cocked his head to the side and watched the curtain, wary of it moving again. "Cow! Down!" The house obviously wasn't very well insulated; Kurt could hear David almost as well as if he were standing outside with him.
The curtains were jostled a bit further while the front door opened. David appeared in the crack between the door and the frame, one hand gripping the doorknob, one gripping something on the curtain: likely Moo Cow. "Hey, Kurt, what's up?" David shared his attention between Kurt and the curtain, though he seemed more fixated on the curtain as he tried tugging Moo Cow off of it.
"Not much…first night of the full moon was last night."
"Was it?" David feigned ignorance of the event as he went to using two hands to try and pry Moo Cow off the curtain.
"I…yeah. Wolf wasn't there in the morning."
"Oh." David couldn't even pretend to be surprised. He hadn't doubted that Wolf would fail, yet again, to step up. "I'd like to say 'I'm sorry', but I think we both know I wouldn't mean it. I am, however, sorry that he treats you two like this. You deserve so much better. Both of you." Kurt sighed and shook his head before trying to help David de-kitten the curtain. "Do you…you want to talk about it?"
Kurt shrugged as he draped Moo Cow over his shoulder. Cow dug his paws into Kurt's skin and clothes and looked around confused, not entirely certain why he had been removed from the curtain. "I'm sick of talking; I talk to Wolf, I talk to my parents, I talk to my therapist, I talk to my friends." Kurt snorted in amusement to himself as David took Cow from him and placed him on the floor. "'Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words'"
David frowned in thought; it sounded like a song to him, but he couldn't identify the words or tune. "So…if you don't want to talk, I can just hold you or something, or we can watch television, or…" Kurt leaned in to David and kissed him, taking him by surprise. David's mouth still hovered open, mid-speech, while Kurt sucked his lower lip in between his teeth. David whimpered, placed a hand in Kurt's lower back and pulled him closer. "Ok…so, if this is what you want, we can do this."
"I don't want just this." Kurt kissed the side of David's mouth, prompting David to turn his head to try and capture Kurt's lips with his own. "I've liked you for months now. You've liked me for…well forever. There's no point in us playing around anymore. I want to stop with the games and the tango and just…get where we should have been all along."
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And that's how David found himself with Kurt in his bed. Kurt was lying on his back, David straddling his hips, Kurt's face cupped in David's hands as he softly kissed at Kurt's lips. Faintly, David could hear Moo Cow on the other side of his bedroom door, meowing curiously as he tugged at the bottom of the door with his paw, trying to get it to open. David ignored the kitten, focusing all of his attention on the young man lying prone and willingly beneath him. Never, not in all of his most sordid and lofty dreams, had David ever hoped he would get this far with Kurt Hummel. What had David ever done to deserve such a gift? Such perfection? Nothing.
Kurt moaned weakly, hooking a single finger beneath the waistband of David's jeans, delicately tickling the sensitive skin there. David whispered breathily against Kurt's lips, "I've never…everything I've ever done with anyone has been with you."
Kurt's breath hitched. Logically he knew that David was rather 'innocent', so to speak, but he'd never allowed himself to really dwell on the idea. Knowing that he, Kurt Hummel, had all the experience, all the skill, all the knowledge that David lacked was a heady bit of information. Kurt felt powerful. For once he had the upper hand. He caressed David's cheek, letting his fingers wander and trail through David's loose brown curls. "I'll teach you."
"So we're…this is definitely going all the way, right?"
"Are you ok with that?"
David raised an eyebrow incredulously at Kurt. "You're joking, right? This is more than ok with me. Is it ok with you that I'm…you know that I'm probably going to suck, right?"
Kurt guffawed. "You'll be fine. I'll show you what to do; it's gonna be ok."
"So, um…what do we do first?"
Kurt smiled softly at David, trying to comfort him and ease the obvious worry he felt. "Well, traditionally, I think it's best if we both get naked."
"Naked? Yeah…naked. Of course. Naked." David's cock was truly, and thoroughly confused. It wrestled with what was possibly the hottest thought humanly imaginable and wanted to bounce up proud and erect. On the other hand, it was conflicted with what had to be the least attractive thought that had ever occurred to David. Seeing Kurt naked was the culmination of every dream David could ever wish to dream. Kurt seeing him naked, on the other hand, was thought enough to make his blood run cold. Kurt didn't seem to register his internal turmoil and had only heard David's agreement. Kurt began fiddling with the metal button of David's jeans. Once the zipper had been slid down, he slid his hand in between the denim of David's trousers and the soft cotton of his boxers. His hand skirted around David's crotch, purposefully avoiding his erection, which, by now, had completely forgotten any and every reservation and was happily plumping up to full size.
David, following Kurt's lead, slipped his hands under Kurt's loose fitting sweater and ran his fingers over the creamy, flawless skin. Kurt giggled softly and turned pink. "Your hands are cold." David leaned forward and kissed Kurt. "It's ok. I'll warm them up."
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It didn't take much admiration from Kurt for David to lose most (but not all) of his insecurity about being naked around Kurt. Kurt showed a sincere fondness for David's bare arms, angular hipbones, broad pecks and even his stomach. His fingers caressed and stroked every inch of skin he could find on David, but favored his chest and stomach.
Kurt had come prepared with a small bottle of lubricant and was showing David how to thoroughly coat things. Every time Kurt's finger brushed over David's erection, David let out the most pathetic little moan of pleasure. Once David's cock was drenched in lubricant, Kurt slipped his slicked up hand between his own legs and teased at his hole. "Can you not…I mean, can I…I want to…"
Kurt stopped moving his fingers and stared lovingly at David. He thought he might know what David wanted, but needed to hear it from him. "What do you want David?"
David had turned whole new shades of red as his embarrassment blossomed throughout his cheeks. There were so many millions of things he wanted to do with Kurt, but part of him thought it would be best if he waited until they got to know each other better. At the same time though, what if Kurt wanted nothing to do with him after this? What if Kurt realized how horrible David was in bed? How repulsive his body truly was? This might be David's only chance to ever get to live out his dreams with Kurt's pliant, willing body. "Before you get the…stuff all over yourself…Please don't get grossed out but, I love your ass Kurt. I wanna…I wanna be the one to stretch you open." He almost choked on the words, completely incapable of believing he had actually uttered them out loud.
Kurt, for his part, was completely unabashed. Dating Wolf had more or less destroyed any sense of embarrassment he felt with anything in regards to sex. He had had sex with a giant man-wolf. He had given birth to tiny ball of fluff. He had even briefly nursed that same ball of fluff. It took a lot to make him feel self-conscious these days. Kurt rolled over and presented his ass to David, nearly causing the other teen to faint. "Do you know what to do?"
"No…" David sounded breathless. There was no force or life behind his voice; it was like the word just fell out of him. "But I'd give my life for the chance to figure it out."
Pleased with how easy it was to impress David, Kurt wiggled his hips a bit, showing off his ass for David. He let out a bit of a surprised squeak when David took a firm grip of each of Kurt's butt cheeks in his hands and began kneading the soft flesh. It took the overenthusiastic man-child a moment to calm down and go a bit more gently on Kurt, but pretty soon he was massaging the two globes in his hands, while moaning lowly and savoring the feel. "Santana said you were a bit of a rump-aficionado."
"Not all; just the perfect ones. You have no idea how much I love your ass." Kurt clenched a bit in surprise when he felt a warm stripe of moisture planted on his left ass cheek. Looking over his shoulder, he could partially see David licking at the skin. As David's breath mingled with the moisture of his saliva on the exposed skin, the air cooled Kurt rapidly, giving him goosebumps.
"My ass is far from perfect. I barely even have an ass. It just looks that way because I have pear hips."
"Ugh, Kurt, you have no idea how phenomenal your ass is." David had taken to laying small, wet kisses around each hemisphere of his butt, worshipping like it was the day of judgment.
It was strange to Kurt, feeling David's breath cool against his flesh as he spoke.
There was a small, light pinch, slow and delicate enough that it didn't startle or shock Kurt, but unexpected enough that it aroused his curiosity. Looking over his shoulder again, he couldn't see well enough to know what David was doing, but he could certainly guess. David was nipping at his skin: biting the skin gently and then kissing it and nuzzling against it. "Hehe. Wolf does that, too."
David let out another moan, but this one not as pleasurable sounding as the others. "Comparing me to your ex is really not a turn-on."
Kurt smiled and giggled. "Oops. Sorry." He wiggled his butt in David's face again to reignite any passion that may have waned. Lining up his thumbs on either side of Kurt's butt crack, David spread apart the flesh. It felt strange to Kurt, to be so thoroughly and utterly exposed, yet completely unashamed and comfortable. He trusted David. Possibly more than he'd ever trusted anyone. There was a bit of sliminess running over Kurt's presented hole. This time, it was easy to see what David was doing as he glanced over his shoulder. David spit, as classily as one could spit, directly onto Kurt's puckered anus, then rubbed his fingers over the pool of saliva, working into the area around and just inside. David continued on the pattern of spit and spread, spit and spread, until his fingers could gradually, one by one, breach Kurt without any resistance or pain. It was a slow, tedious process, but so very thorough that Kurt couldn't complain. And he didn't want to ruin the look of absolute wonder and astonishment on David's face by prompting him to hurry, either. Once Kurt was positive David wouldn't meet with any obstacle, he spoke up. "You can keep doing that if you want, but, just so you know, I think I'm ready."
David froze. "Umm…are you sure?"
"Yes. Just use the lubricant to slick yourself up a bit more and then…well, have at thee." David smiled and did as instructed. His erection, by now, was weeping its own plenteous fluids and almost didn't need any additional lubrication. Once he was perfectly slippery, he slid himself slowly into Kurt, his eyes wrenched tightly in agonizing concentration of pleasure while his fingers dug into Kurt's hips. Kurt rocked his hips back, assisting David in impaling him. It was a bit easier to take David than it was to take Wolf, but Kurt would never say that aloud, nor would he ever say it was necessarily a bad thing. There had been numerous times where Wolf had been a bit too big for Kurt's comfort.
David began rocking his own hips forward, matching Kurt's steady rhythm. It felt so good: so hot, so tight, so wonderful. Both David and Kurt began speeding up their thrusts. David went a bit faster trying to match Kurt's rhythm, only to surpass him and prompt him to speed up his own rhythm. Pretty soon, they were humping like animals, David pounding into Kurt's ass with all his strength while Kurt gripped the bed sheets and moaned. Several times, David's grip on Kurt's hips almost threw them both off-balance, so David leaned forward, changing the angle of his thrusts while he reached for the headboard for support.
With his new angle and leverage, David was able to thoroughly pummel Kurt's ass, which seemed to greatly please the vocal little vixen beneath him. Kurt wasn't saying anything, there was no "sex talk," just the sound of David's deep breathing, timed with his thrusts, and Kurt's lewd, bestial moaning.
On one particularly deep thrust, the headboard jerked against the wall, pinioning David's fingers between the wood and the drywall. "Motherfucker!" David pulled his hands away from the headboard and sat back, still deeply embedded in Kurt. Kurt didn't say anything, but David could distinctly hear his tiny chipmunk-like snickering. "Oh, shut it." He didn't say it maliciously, but even still David drew one of his bruised hands back and snapped it hard against Kurt's butt cheek. Kurt reflexively clenched his ass around David's cock, eliciting an animalistic grunt from David. "UGH – my god. Do that again."
Kurt responded breathily, a bit surprised at the turn of events. "You do that again." Kurt had never have pegged himself for someone who liked it "rough," but the dichotomy of the two sensations, the overwhelming pleasure interrupted by sudden pain, created such an incredible contrast in Kurt's mind that it was difficult not to love. Like chocolate covered potato chips – sweet and salty: two total opposites that had no business going together but worked out oh, so deliciously.
David and Kurt fell into a new rhythm with David thrusting into Kurt fast and hard and occasionally smacking his ass while Kurt clenching around David and held on for dear life. After that it didn't take long for David to start pouring into Kurt. He had never had such an intense orgasm before in his life; had no idea what to expect and therefore hadn't really expected it. When his orgasm had completed itself, David was still riding high on adrenaline and rolled Kurt over so that David was now on his back, with Kurt straddling his waist. Reaching between their sweat-soaked bodies, David took Kurt's erection in hand and pumped it, staring intensely into Kurt's eyes until Kurt road out his own orgasm, splattering all over David's chest.
"Thank was fucking incredible."