The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twenty
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Famous countertenor Kurt Hummel and billionaire entrepreneur Dave Karofsky must come to terms with the past but bitter feelings make a future for these two headstrong men highly unlikely. This is rated M.
A/N 1: OMG, you guys, thanks for the wonderful reviews. You all seem to have some strong reactions to Emma and her nefarious actions. I can only hope she doesn't get away with hurting Kurt, at least too much. Thanks again and keep the feedback coming, please. By the way, smut ahead!
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
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By 7 p.m. the same evening, Dave, Kurt and the team were ready to roll. Puck and Dave had consulted on possible new locations, mulling over something they had been working on for a few weeks. After Dave had agreed with Puck's suggestion, they had made the necessary arrangements to move their plans forward and Dave only hoped Kurt would be pleased.
Now Kurt stood looking around the beautiful suite, wondering when he would finally get to just relax into a relatively normal life with the man he loved. He looked over at David's worried face and walked over to wrap his arms around the larger man.
"Sweetie, continue frowning like that and you'll soon get lines," he smiled softly at David, trying to tease at least a smile from the other man. Dave looked down into Kurt's beautiful, serene face, wondering again at how lucky he'd been and how far they had both come from that disastrous time last summer.
He hugged Kurt to him, dropping a light kiss on the gleaming dark hair. "Come, let's head out. I think you'll like our choice … well, I hope you will."
Kurt patted Dave's stomach and moved away to collect his coat and gloves. It had turned unexpectedly chilly the later it got and he knew London was going to be in for another of those nasty winters it had been having for the last 10 years or so.
Kurt hated the snow but he tolerated the cold weather only because he got to wear the most fabulous coats and ensembles. He swore in another life he must have been a designer or model. Now he looked admiringly at the other men with them in the suite, noticing how well-dressed yet vaguely menacing they all appeared. He was sure that, if the designers of the haute couture houses that had produced the men's outfits could see them now, they'd probably hyperventilate. Talk about sexy and dangerous. Kurt shrugged off his ruminations with a tiny smile and moved towards the door.
Julian, looking discreetly dashing in shades of darkest brown up to taupe, yanked open the door and stepped into the hallway before Kurt could. Kurt smiled his thanks to his shy bodyguard, smirking as faint color painted the man's high cheekbones.
Dave stepped out after him, placing a large hand at the small of Kurt's back and they headed towards the lifts, a slightly threatening air exuding from him. Though the men with them were professionals and extremely good at what they did, it didn't stop him from feeling possessive around Kurt. In his heart of hearts he wished he could just whisk Kurt away somewhere, apart from prying eyes and invasive paparazzi and, most importantly, from crazy almost-ex fiancées.
Puck watched his men flank Dave and Kurt and was satisfied with his team's professionalism. Their outfits were not chosen for their high-fashion statement but for the fact that anyone looking at them would be loath to get in their faces. The elegant coats were so well-cut they hid the bulges of shoulder and knife holsters, a fact he was sure Kurt wasn't aware of.
They entered the lift and headed straight to the underground garage, loading luggage and equipment while Dave and Kurt settled in. The vehicles were specially made and would not be out of place in a presidential motorcade. Billionaires could afford the best and Dave had made sure Puck spared no expenses some years ago when Puck had revamped his security. Now they felt relatively secure in the heavily-armoured vehicles and they headed out, slipping into the traffic as discreetly as three, heavy, glossy, high-tech vehicles could.
Now, relaxing in the back of one of the vehicles, Dave lifted one of Kurt's gloved hands, squeezing it gently as he searched for the right words. He never knew how Kurt would take anything he said but now he knew Kurt returned his feelings, he was maybe just a little more confident.
Kurt looked at David lovingly and tried to suppress a fond little smile as he watched the other man. "Sweetie, whatever you have to say, just come out with it. If I don't like it, I'll let you know." He leaned over a bit as David muttered something. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
Dave jerked his head up and answered quietly, a slight wince in his eyes. "I said that's what I'm afraid of. You can be very dramatic, Kurt, but I'm getting used to it," he finished apologetically. He relaxed as Kurt giggled softly and patted his hand.
"Hon, my bark is far worse than my bite… which you'll soon find out," he added with a tiny leer, making Dave smile and shake his head.
"Okay, here's what I'd planned." He glanced forward at the tinted privacy glass that separated them from Ian who was driving with Puck in the passenger seat. "I'd wanted to surprise you with this house that Puck and I found recently."
Kurt looked at him with wide eyes, a smile forming on his lips. "Really, you bought a house… for me!"
Dave nodded happily, glad that Kurt was taking it so well. "Yep, I figured you could do whatever you wanted, if you didn't like the décor. Hell, you could even gut it, add rooms if you plan to have family come for a while; whatever, it's yours."
Kurt leapt into Dave's lap, his lips assaulting David's deliciously, and hummed in happiness. Dave groaned at the feel of Kurt's bum on his half-hard groin and clutched the singer to him. Wow, if this was the kind of thanks he'd get in the future he'd soon be showering Kurt with gifts. He chuckled softly into the kiss and then whimpered when Kurt pulled back.
Kurt caressed the side of David's face, staring into the golden eyes, and knew he would never have to worry about this man's feelings. He didn't need Dave's billions but he did need Dave's seemingly never-ending thoughtfulness.
He smiled and planted one last lingering kiss on Dave's lips. "I'm sure whatever you boys chose will be fine. I'm too tired with the show and everything to even consider redecorating right now." He leaned against Dave and felt his lover's arms go around him. He yawned delicately and settled back. "Maybe next year, after Christmas, okay…?"
Dave kissed the top of Kurt's head as he relaxed against him and soon, within minutes, Kurt's breathing had evened out.
The cars swished through the London streets and Dave's thoughts drifted as he hugged Kurt to him. Soon they were in the suburbs but this time, instead of Totteridge, they were heading toward Chiswick. He and Puck had been looking at finding another home in or near London for a while for tax purposes but when he had started seeing Kurt, he realized he wanted to buy the home for Kurt. The papers would be in Kurt's name; it would be a gift, free and clear so that, even if, god forbid, they should break up, the house would still be Kurt's.
Now as they turned onto a beautiful tree-lined street in Bedford Park, Dave gently nudged Kurt to awaken him. The singer sat up slowly, his eyes blinking in the low light as he looked around. He smiled sleepily at Dave who couldn't resist planting a slow, soft kiss on that pretty pink mouth. Kurt hummed into the kiss and smiled, pulling back slowly.
"Are we there yet?" He smiled as Dave chuckled.
"Almost, that's why I woke you up; I wanted you to get your first glimpse of your house from the approach."
"Oh, okay," Kurt sat up further, alert now and he glanced out of both windows excitedly. He'd never owned a home before, not even an apartment. He had always rented or leased so now he was excited to see what his first home looked like. Knowing David's impeccable taste in everything, he knew he wouldn't be disappointed.
And he wasn't; oh my! Kurt's mouth fell open when Dave powered down the window on his side and pointed outward.
The house was magnificent, all red brick and gabled roofs. As the cars turned into the driveway and Kurt's car pulled up to a stop beneath a magnificent portico, Dave got out first and turned back to help Kurt. The singer was busy staring around at the gorgeous architecture, absolutely gobsmacked and Dave chuckled softly before urging him toward the front door.
Kurt was silent as he was ushered into the vestibule, his eyes going immediately to the lovely staircase and then the huge ornamental mirror over the hall table. He laughed delightedly as Dave grabbed his hand, tugging him through the reception room and on into the massive drawing room. He stopped in the doorway with Dave, his eyes roving over the no doubt expensive furnishing and loving the overall warmth of the room's décor.
He looked up at Dave, his aquamarine eyes glowing. "Wow, David, this is beautiful." He flung his arms around the larger man's neck and leaning up, planted a swift sweet kiss on him. "Thank you!"
Dave flushed, aware of the other men coming in behind him and released Kurt so he could wander about, stroking the plush coverings and gleaming furniture. Kurt was a very tactile person so everything had to feel great as well as look wonderful.
Dave heard the other men's admiring tones as they entered the house with all the luggage and equipment cases. They left them there in the entrance hall as they were not sure where they should put them, but they looked around in awe too as they moved through the beautiful house. Puck felt a deep glow of satisfaction at helping Dave pick out this gem for Kurt.
Now he grinned as he watched Kurt almost dancing around the high-ceilinged drawing room, examining the massive marble fireplace, the artwork, the objets d'art and antiques; the beautiful diva fit in well in that room. He cleared his throat to get his attention and smiled when Kurt spun around excitedly.
"This was a small manor house when it was bought but since we recently refurbished it there are seven bedrooms and seven and a half baths, the half being the powder room just off the entrance hall."
Puck had to stifle a laugh at the various exclamations around him and Kurt's delighted grin. "Yeah, three of the bed/baths are down here and four upstairs, including the master suite. There's also a family room – which is where the big-screen TV is, guys," he turned to smirk at them before continuing, ignoring the growing murmurs of appreciation. "Oh, and off of the family room there's an indoor heated pool you can use in the winter."
Puck took a deep breath as he prepared to continue with his description of Kurt's new house. "So, let's see – there's a reception room which we passed through, a small office, a library, a formal dining room, the kitchen, a walk-in pantry and the laundry area, which leads out to the back garden."
He tried to tone his grin down as Kurt's eyes widened with his recitation. "Beyond the gardens you have clay tennis courts and a badminton court, if you're interested. Then there are also staff quarters and a three-car garage. Last, but by no means least, you also have a two-bedroom guest house for extended visits from family or friends. Like?"
He grinned mischievously at Kurt, loving the flushed, happy, awed look on the singer's face. Dave too was admiring Kurt more than his surroundings; after all, he'd seen the place shortly after the refurbishing had been completed. He had a little surprise for Kurt in the master suite and he was dying to see his face when he revealed it.
Dave moved over to stand with an arm around Kurt's waist as he took up Puck's narrative. "Also, you will have a staff; a housekeeper, a cook, a couple of girls from the area to help her, a caretaker to handle the grounds and a driver. When you want to entertain you can also get in more staff to do the waiting."
Kurt swayed a little and Dave, tightening his grip, led him over to one of the overstuffed couches scattered around the room. Puck, wanting to give the two men some privacy, turned to his team, almost grinning as he saw them staring around at the truly lovely house. He had one more thing to say though and hoped it would bring more smiles to Kurt's face.
"Oh, Kurt, I forgot to mention: not only are we located near prime shopping areas, there's a pretty good school nearby, too." He winked ostentatiously at a blushing Kurt and ducked out of the room, heading towards his team.
"Come on, guys, we need to settle in and decide who sleeps where. Any preferences?" The men all moved away, hauling the luggage and equipment cases with them and the rumble of their voices soon faded as they moved through the house.
Dave pulled Kurt over to lie against him, cradling his lover's warm face against his chest and rubbing a hand up and down one arm. Kurt sniffled a bit before sitting up slightly. He smiled a watery little smile at Dave before he spoke, the tears threatening to spill.
"David," he began, shook his head and tried again. "David, I'm going to tell you something to explain something else, okay?" He waited for Dave to nod, a puzzled look in his hazel eyes.
Kurt took a deep breath as he caressed Dave's hand that was resting in his lap. "You, lovey, are not my first billionaire." He waited for Dave's reaction and when it came, he almost hated himself. "No, no, sweetie, what I mean is that money, even tons of it, has never impressed me, okay?" He waited for Dave to nod in understanding.
"I'm talented and beautiful and I tend to attract wealthy men who see me as some sort of prize they can possess," he grinned smugly and shrugged as Dave rolled his eyes. "Hey, I hate false modesty! Anyway, I just meant that since becoming a star, I've been showered with some truly stunning gifts over the years, some you wouldn't believe."
Dave did understand; Kurt moved in a fairly rarified circle, being one of a very small number of counter tenors in the world. He was in demand and his pale beauty and gorgeous body were also highly appreciated by his admirers. Dave recognized again how lucky he was that Kurt returned his feelings. He smiled happily at his lover, waiting for him to continue.
"What I'm trying to say is this," Kurt smiled lovingly at him; "Gifting me with this gorgeous house is nothing as simple as a billionaire showering his lover with a stunning gift. No, what you've done, David Karofsky, is_ you've created our first home... Ours."
He leaned forward to kiss Dave lingeringly, his arms going up and around the broad shoulders to hold on tight.
Dave sighed in relief even as his body heated within Kurt's loving embrace. He opened to the kiss, pouring all his love and affection into it and rejoiced at Kurt's soft hum. Kurt hummed when he was happy, no matter what he was doing, and hearing it now only convinced Dave that his every word was true.
The men hugged and kissed for a long time, little murmurs of endearment escaping as they paused every now and then for breath. The kiss wasn't about passion or sex for them; right now it was all about belonging, just being with each other and knowing that everything they needed was right there in their arms.
A quiet little cough had them pulling apart slowly, Kurt blinking drowsily as he licked his swollen lips. Dave caressed his hair, pushing back the disheveled locks from his pale forehead before he looked up at Puck enquiringly.
"The staff's waiting for you guys," and he pointed over his shoulder to presumably where the kitchen lay. Dave nodded and Kurt eased himself off of him, getting up as well. They helped each other straighten their rumpled clothing, smiling at each other as they did so. Dave looked at Puck finally.
"After you," he said to him and ushered Kurt forward with a hand to the small of his back, a gesture Kurt loved because it always made him feel cherished.
They filed into the spacious, bright yellow and white kitchen, joining the other members of the team who were also waiting. Dave then stepped ahead of Puck, guiding Kurt along with him and turned to smile at the older women standing with the rest of the staff.
"Hello, again, Mrs. Lawrence, Ms. Edwards, thanks for getting everything ship-shape in such a short amount of time." He nodded and Kurt smiled at the women too.
Dave turned to Kurt. "Sweetheart, this is Mrs. Lawrence (Kurt nodded at the taller of the two women); she is in charge of the household. You can ask her anything about the house's history as she had been with the original owners for decades, right, Mrs. L.?"
The tall, older woman nodded and smiled graciously at the young master, her shrewd grey eyes taking in the slender, beautiful young man with the blue-green eyes. All her motherly instincts rushed to the fore when she noticed his fatigue but she smiled professionally and held out her hand. Kurt took it gently and his smile widened.
"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel," he said in his bell-like tones. "I'm happy that you've decided to stay on. This is a truly beautiful house." Somehow he knew it was the right thing to say and he was rewarded with a beaming smile from the woman.
He stepped back and then turned to the other woman who was short and stout who Dave introduced as Ms. Edwards. Her round face looked as if it was constantly red but she had a wide, happy smile and Kurt liked her immediately. "Call me 'Eddy', everyone does!"
Dave continued to introduce the rest of the staff: the two young women were next, both appearing to be in their twenties and a little in awe of all those dangerous-looking men crowding in behind the master and his partner. Next was the older gentleman with the ruddy complexion, (obviously the groundskeeper/gardener due to the sun-burned quality of his skin, Kurt thought) and finally, a taciturn chap, probably only a little older than Dave and Puck, who was the driver. He would be driving the staff, actually, as Kurt's team would be his drivers and bodyguards.
The introductions over, Mrs. L. informed them that supper would be served in the formal dining room and then after that it would be up to Mr. David and his partner to arrange future meal times with her. Everybody nodded at that because Mrs. L's word was law in the house, besides Kurt's, and they all separated to freshen up before returning for supper.
Kurt, heading up to the master suite for the first time, was brought to a halt when Dave stopped before a set of double doors. Dave threw the doors open with a flourish, a childish look of anticipation on his face as he turned to watch Kurt.
Kurt stepped slowly into the cavernous suite, his eyes widening and his pink lips parting adorably. Dave chuckled as he watched him taking in the comfortable sitting room decorated almost completely in every shade of white, beige and cream. The room was large enough to hold a comfortable love seat, a couple of armchairs, a large desk and, best of all to Dave's mind, hidden behind a floor-to-ceiling cabinet, he'd had installed a state-of-the-art entertainment center. He flipped the doors open to display his toys to Kurt.
Kurt laughed when he saw it, quirking an eyebrow at Dave when he saw the huge television screen, but just shook his head. Then he glided over to the bedroom door. Dave smiled as he watched Kurt peek in as if he expected someone to be waiting in there and then he let out a laugh as Kurt squealed, clapping his hands and jumping up and down before giggling happily.
There, on the four-poster bed's royal blue counterpane were about five dozen roses in assorted colours.
Dave had never seen that reaction from Kurt before and he laughed uproariously as Kurt turned and practically leapt into his arms. The singer, all previous signs of fatigue having disappeared entirely, showered Dave's flushed face with kisses. Eventually he settled back, still in Dave's arms with his legs wrapped around the larger man's waist, and sighed in satisfaction.
"Oh, David, I don't know what I did to deserve you. That is so romantic. Oh, sweetie, thank you!" He hopped down and turned back towards the bedroom, almost dancing over to the bed and its bounty of beauty and stood beside it, just looking.
"This has to be one of the loveliest gestures ever," he sighed happily and Dave came up behind him, wrapping him in his long arms. Kurt stared happily at the roses, trying to figure how many different colours there were; he saw the usual red, white and yellow but there were also cream roses, the edges of their petals a deep pink, and coral, orange, pink and lilac roses. The blaze of color against the deep blue of the bedspread was magnificent, absolutely breathtaking.
He turned his lips up to Dave, inviting his kiss and Dave, of course, obliged. They only pulled apart when a soft chime sounded throughout the house and Dave shrugged ruefully.
"I guess that's Mrs. L. warning us it's almost time for supper. Come, let's freshen up and then head down."
Kurt nodded happily and headed into the en suite, Dave right behind him. He was happy to know they had double sinks so they could both wash up without waiting. Kurt took in the fantastic bathing area with separate shower and whirlpool bath, of course, but he was happy to also note a huge walk-in closet.
The most interesting feature of the bathroom was the French windows at one end that, when Kurt went to explore, opened surprisingly onto a balcony. He exclaimed happily, noting to Dave that when it got warm again he could sunbathe out there and, because it was on the second floor, he would have complete privacy unless someone were passing in a plane!
Dave laughed as he yanked his curious lover away from the doors and they headed out and down towards supper. He didn't know about anyone else but he was ravenous. Plus, he smirked to himself, given how grateful Kurt had said he was, he knew he was in for an energetic time later – after he'd found vases for all those flowers, of course!
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The men lay back panting and mostly spread-eagled on the 400-count Egyptian cotton sheets, their sweat drying as their breathing slowed.
Kurt stared up at the canopy above their bed, a wide, canary-eating grin on his face as he listened to Dave try and get his breath back.
After dinner they had all adjourned to the family room, glasses of brandy or cups of coffee littering the coffee table and a couple of end tables. Dave and Puck had gone over the adjustments to all their schedules and everyone was up to speed on the changes. Kurt would return to the theatre the next evening but his driver and bodyguard would take him in through the basement entrance.
They had sat around for a bit before, Devon having fun flipping through channels on the truly huge TV screen while Puck lounged beside him, poking him every now and again with the toe of his boot. Ian, Julian and Xavier prowled around the room, exploring, and exclaimed over the billiards table Puck hadn't told them about.
Dave had felt relaxed just watching the antics of the team members but then, noticing Kurt trying to stifle a yawn, he had suggested everyone try and get an early night. They'd had an unfortunately busy day and they all could do with the extra hours' sleep, he told them. Nobody objected, even TV addict Devon, and eventually they had all wandered off to their various bedrooms.
Puck, Julian and Devon had selected bedrooms upstairs; Puck, naturally, because he had to be closer to Dave and Kurt in the master suite. Ian and Xavier were happy to have two of the three downstairs bedrooms; they were the most experienced and possibly lethal team members so Puck was happy with their choice. They would be the first line of defense were anyone to be foolish enough to try anything.
Kurt, upon entering the suite, had suggested they both have a quick shower as he was anxious to get into bed. He smirked over his shoulder at the heated look that had sprung into David's eyes and he swayed his way into the en suite. He loved the way Dave's eyes always followed him; it made him feel so desirable and it fed Kurt's already huge ego deliciously.
Dave, noticing absently that one of the maids had turned down the bed and placed the roses in crystal vases all around the sitting room as well as the bedroom, started yanking off his clothes hurriedly. He toed off his shoes and socks, leaving everything where they fell and stalked into the bathroom. Kurt had been teasing him the whole time through dinner with his seductive eyes and wayward toes. Seriously, playing footsies at the dinner table? At their age?
He smiled to himself at the thought of his playful lover. He stepped into the bathroom and watched the long, gorgeous lines of Kurt's nude body as he reached into the shower enclosure. Kurt adjusted the temperature of the shower heads and turned to look back at him.
"Ready?" His voice was practically a purr and Dave's cock twitched in anticipation. Kurt noticed and let out a soft little giggle. "Come on, then," he called, and stepped into the glass enclosure. Dave wasted no time in joining him and soon the steam and their moans were filling the area.
Hands that were supposed to be occupied with the business of getting bodies clean were distracted by the feel of taut, wet and warm skin. Dave, filling his hands with Kurt's favorite body wash, had taken over the task of getting his lover clean, at least that had been the intention. Naturally, as soon as he'd touched Kurt, his hands had slowed down to long, languid caresses.
Kurt, turning in Dave's arms, brought their mouths together even as the warm water cascaded over them. The kisses were soft, sweet and seemingly never ending. Humming almost beneath his breath, Kurt finally pulled back, looking up at Dave with starry eyes, his lashes made spiky by the water.
Dave caught his breath at the beauty in his arms, his whole world, actually, right there in his arms and Kurt, seeing the look, smiled blissfully. He reached for the liquid soap as well, lathering his hands and rubbing them gently on Dave's chest. The lovers continued to clean each other, stealing kisses as they completed their beloved task.
When Kurt decided to shampoo Dave's hair, Dave looked at him enquiringly, silently asking if he could return the favor. Kurt nodded happily. The only time someone else washed his hair was at salons. He'd never been so intimate with a lover before Dave and he thrilled at the thought of Dave's large hands caressing his hair.
The lovers took turns shampooing each other, chatting and laughing softly together. Dave was happy that the modernizing of the house included re-wiring for unending supplies of hot water for he'd never stayed so long in a shower before. He was having so much fun with Kurt though, as he'd never helped shampoo someone either.
When it came time to condition Kurt's hair though, Dave was at a momentary loss as to what to do, as the creamy product had to remain for a few minutes in Kurt's hair before he washed it out. Then, smiling smugly to himself, Dave suddenly crowded Kurt up against the tiles, the taut globes of the singer's pert ass grinding against Dave's half-hard prick deliciously.
"David!" Kurt started to complain and then clearly thought better of it. He braced his palms against the warm tiles and twitched his ass, allowing Dave's hardness to slide between his cheeks. He moaned at the feel and heard David's soft grunt near his ear.
"Oh, David," Kurt panted, loving the slide of the hot, hard flesh and the contrasting roughness of David's pubic hair against his ass.
Dave nibbled on Kurt's earlobe, not loving the taste of the conditioner so much but unable to resist the little pink shell. He pulled Kurt back into him, knowing the feel of his chest hair against Kurt's back was an especial turn on for the singer.
Their moans escalated as they frotted, Kurt's hips speeding up as Dave pressed up harder against him. Dave sneaked one hand around to Kurt's hard cock and the singer cried out as he pushed back against Dave and forward into his fist. He shuddered as he bit his lip, feeling the tight heat coil in his belly as his climax heralded its arrival. Dropping his forehead against the tile, he called out David's name in anguish, his eyes squeezing shut as his semen pulsed over David's fist.
Dave, feeling the hot viscous liquid on his hand, shuddered and pulled back from the enticing body writhing against him. He didn't want to come yet because he had bigger plans for his own orgasm.
He pulled Kurt against him, murmuring soothing words to bring his lover down slowly from his climax. Kurt panted against him, a soft smile wreathing his lips as he leaned against the large hot body behind him. Finally he straightened up and turned to Dave, placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.
"Let me wash this stuff out and then we'll go take care of you, okay?" He grinned as Dave nodded happily and exited the enclosure, wrapping himself in one of the huge, plush towels.
Kurt wasted no more time than was necessary in washing the conditioner from his hair; he had more important things to go and enjoy than the prospect of shiny hair!
He smirked as he left the shower enclosure, drying himself off almost completely before stalking into the bedroom stark naked. He knew he had a beautiful body but he rarely felt this relaxed or this natural with a lover like he did with David.
Dave, lying flat on his back in the middle of the huge bed, drew in a quick breath as he watched Kurt in all his glory stalk towards him. He had to clutch at his cock, the eager thing, wiping a drop of pre cum off with his thumb. From the look on Kurt's face, he knew he was in for it; he was going to be ridden hard and put away wet, he just knew it.
Kurt, stopping the foot of the bed to admire his lover's large, muscular body, stroked his cock languidly, knowing what that would do to David and he wasn't wrong. He smirked as his lover's eyes widened at his action, his breath stopping as he waited for Kurt's next move.
"I don't think I'll be using scarfs tonight, David," he purred, his voice low, causing Dave to close his eyes in anticipation.
"No?" Dave'ss voice was weak and breathy and he would have felt embarrassed if he hadn't been so turned on. Kurt's smile turned more loving and less mischievous. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling perpendicular to Dave, and he continued stroking himself and teasing Dave with it.
"No, but I will ask you to prep me. Is that okay?" Before the last word was out of Kurt's mouth, Dave had lunged up to haul the teasing little witch onto his lap, Kurt's bum grinding into Dave's cock deliciously.
Kurt chuckled into the kiss, loving when Dave lost control and became all He-Man on him. What was the fun of having a lover who was larger and stronger if he couldn't make use of it, his mind pondered even as he sucked greedily on Dave's tongue.
The men kissed and squirmed against each other, the heat between them escalating as their arousal did. Kurt eventually eased back so he could hand Dave the jar of the special lubricant he preferred.
Dave wasted no time in loosening Kurt's hungry little hole and his breath hitched at the feel of the hot, tight passage and the sound of Kurt's sexy little mewls.
Figuring Kurt was more than ready to take him, Dave eased his lover backward a bit, pausing to look at the flushed, beautiful face above him. Kurt nodded jerkily as he held on to David's shoulders; he was slowly lowered onto the hot, turgid flesh and his body tensed at the slight burn. Finally, with Dave's cock fully seated within his clutching channel, Kurt relaxed, dropping his head onto Dave's shoulder.
Dave rubbed his back soothingly and soon Kurt was ready to move. Oh yes, Kurt moaned as he slowly rose and sank back on the invading flesh. Yes, he had needed this and he was so glad David had brought him off in the shower earlier because now he could take the time to savor it.
Dave grasped Kurt's hips, his eyes rolling back in his head as his cock was squeezed and released rhythmically by Kurt's ass. The lushness, the heat of the slow fuck was unraveling him and he felt himself flush, his breathing hitching as he moaned out loud.
Kurt sped up, his ass lifting and plunging back down on David's cock. He bit his lip as one of David's hands came up to tweak his nipples mercilessly and Kurt cried out, his hips picking up pace as his second orgasm tried to sneak up on him.
He dropped his hands onto David's chest, his fingertips scrabbling in the silky hair and he cried out, telling David how much he loved his chest, the hair, his eyes, his cock. He loved him, he loved him so much, he told him, unaware that he was babbling, tears standing in his eyes even as he leaned forward to kiss David wetly.
Dave, listening to Kurt's words spilling out of that beautiful mouth, could only clutch at the writhing hips that were wringing the sweetest, most painful pleasure from him. Kurt's ass clutched at his cock and Dave thought he would die if he didn't get to come soon. His heart clenched as Kurt's tears spilled over and he felt his cock swell within the heat of his lover's body; the contractions of the hot, smooth channels beginning to push him over the edge as Kurt's orgasm started.
Without David even touching his painfully hard cock, Kurt convulsed as his orgasm roared through him; he cried out pitifully and froze before falling forward onto David's heaving chest, feelingt when his lover swelled within him.
The two men clutched at each other, their hips writhing and plunging, a groaning sweaty mess as Kurt's come spurted between them and Dave's shot up into Kurt's clenching passage. The waves rolled through them, tossing them in a storm of passion, the two men feeling as if they would never breathe normally again as they panted and moaned, their mouths open against each other without kissing.
"Oh, David, David, David," Kurt moaned, loving the feel of David's hands squeezing his ass as he ground against him.
"Kurt, sweetheart, I love you so much!" Their foreheads came together as they panted, Kurt's arms tight around David's neck. They shuddered simultaneously as their bodies' convulsions slowed and Dave smiled wearily, knowing that in a few minutes they would have to separate or they'd be stuck together come morning.
"David, sweet David, mmmmm, I don't wanna move," Kurt whined, placing little kisses on Dave's damp forehead.
Dave had enough breath to chuckle, easing back to look up at Kurt's face, taking in the blissful expression, the closed eyes and the softly-smiling swollen pink lips.
"Mmmm, come on, sweetheart, unless you want to be stuck like this," and he chuckled as Kurt frowned slightly though he didn't open his eyes.
Kurt shook his head as he lowered it to Dave's shoulder. "No, but I don't want to move either."
Though Dave's muscles were still twitching from that massive orgasm, he still had strength enough to half lift, half roll Kurt over onto the bed. He chuckled at the protesting little squeak that escaped his lover but he set him down and leaned over to retrieve his towel from where he'd dropped it.
Dave cleaned them both up and then flopped onto his back, grinning as his sated body sent him insistent messages that sleep would be a good thing about now. He rolled his head to look at Kurt who was also smiling up at the canopy above their bed.
He reached down to grasp one of Kurt's hands, lifting it up to his lips and planting a soft kiss on the knuckles.
Kurt smiled at the kiss, though he didn't look at Dave and he spoke, his voice a raspy purr. "Y'know, I really love four-poster beds." His statement ended in a yawn, looking remarkably like a sleepy cat.
Dave kissed the hand again and chuckled. "Yeah, I know. I love them too." He smiled as Kurt rolled his head to stare at him out of still-dazed blue green eyes. "I love you."
Kurt grinned and then turned fully towards him. He snuggled up to Dave, yanking the covers up and over them and yawned before answering. "I know," and leaned over to plant a kiss on Dave's smiling mouth.
"Sleep now, sweetheart, and sweet dreams… My mom always used to say that," and with one final yawn Kurt rolled over.
Dave turned off the bedside lamps using the remote and closed his eyes, breathing deeply, happily. He smiled when a soft and sleepy 'I love you' floated back to him. Then he turned over onto his stomach and in no time was out like a light.
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TBC