SMUT AHOY!

Chapter 8

The room was dull and bland, illuminated only by a bed side lamp with a low wattage bulb. The tension in the air seemed to cackle as Kurt's eyes bore into Puck's form. The pale boy noticed that the larger boy had already removed his socks, shoes, tie and jacket, the top three buttons of his shirt were open to reveal the slightest tease of Puck's bronzed chest. Kurt groaned at the sight and began feeling heat spread rapidly up his neck as he observed his prey waiting to be pounced upon.

With skilled and practiced fingers, Kurt loosened his bowtie and slowly pulled the ribbon from out of his collar before letting it fall elegantly to the floor as he began his approach. His steps were long, slow and emphasized the movement of his hips, much like a cat and Puck just stared at him, licking his lips slightly as his eyes darkened with lust furthermore. For the first time in a long time, Kurt felt sexy. Wanted. Desired. It was that rush of adrenaline that let his mind go blank for his body and hormones to take over. Puck, eyes never leaving Kurt's form, shuffled back along the bed until his back pressed against the headboard, legs outstretched, tongue darting out to moisten drying lips and his large hand roaming across his chest, caressing himself as he watched Kurt approach. And that's when it struck him. Puck was enjoying the show, desired a striptease of sorts.

What would have been daunting with Blaine, the awkwardness of getting naked and expose himself, became a completely different experience under Puck's dilated stare. Kurt felt powerful.

Thanking the Vogue dot com vault for producing slip on shoes, Kurt easily slid them off his feet as he approached closer still, before coming to a stand still at the end of the bed. Mirroring Puck's movements, Kurt shrugged off his suit jacket and began to tease his long slender fingers up and down the side of his torso before slowly undoing the top four buttons, revealing his pale, toned, slender collar bone and chest. The effect it had on Puck was riveting as the rebel shivered in desire and failed to bite back a moan of longing.

Kurt smiled filthily, half his body hidden by the darkness, the other side glowing thanks to the light from the lamp.

"Take it off." Puck's voice came out raw, hoarse, husky and low. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order, an order which Kurt submitted to willing. His fingers stroked up and down his buttons a couple of times before they wrapped around each one, exposing his heated flesh more and more. The more porcelain skin that was revealed, the lower Puck's dark eyes traveled until finally, Kurt's shirt hung open.

Instead of complying to the stud's orders completely, Kurt left his shirt as that, open to expose his chest and tight abs yet closed enough to leave some mystery. Puck didn't object and instead let his hand slip lower down his chest until he was slowly caressing the bottom of his stomach, just above his pants, which were tented significantly by Puck's aroused member.

Kurt brought his thumb up to his mouth slowly and very seductively, licked the pad before sliding it down past his lip, past his jaw and neck until it slithered down his torso, leaving a glistening wet trail in it's wake. The cold air hit it immediately against his hot, flushed skin and Kurt let out a filthy moan as the sensation spread over him like wild fire. He had never done this kind of thing before and didn't think he would be good at it, but by the way that Puck was now roughly palming his constricted cock, he knew he was doing it right. Unbuckling his belt, Kurt pulled it away from his body and let it drop heavily to the floor, bringing Puck's attention to Kurt's own hard, throbbing cock, which yearned to be released. Puck watched with that intense gaze as Kurt fingered the button of his pants and growled in approval when it popped up, allowing Kurt was slither out of them, revealing his tight, pale thighs which were toned and defined from years of dance.

There Kurt stood, biting his bottom lip, in nothing but his undone white shirt and shadow black boxer briefs which bulged at the front, allowing Puck to see just what effect the situation was having on his body. Instead of feeling vulnerable or silly, Kurt felt more sexy than he ever had in his whole life and never before had he felt so appreciated as he did in this moment, with Puck rubbing at himself vigorously, eyes trained on as much milk white skin as possible.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes until something inside of Puck seemed to snap when Kurt finally removed the shirt. "Come here." he growled and pushed himself forward to grab hold of Kurt's hips before effortlessly lifting him onto the bed and on top of Puck's burning body.

Finding himself horizontal with the man's hard, broad body underneath him, Kurt let out a gasp and Puck used the opportunity to delve his tongue right into Kurt's wet mouth. This kiss was different from the one they had shared downstairs. Drastically so. Their lips and tongues battled in a fight fueled with lust, desire, need, desperation and want. Moaning into each others mouths, allowing the other to taste them. It was intoxicating and caused Kurt's whole body to vibrate, which only intensified when Kurt shifted slightly and the movement brought their groins crashing together. Both men swore loudly at the contact through kisses and Puck's rough, strong hands gripped hard at Kurt's hips and ground him down against his confided cock once more. Kurt moaned in ecstasy as Puck's member slid along his with each thrust of his hips, Puck's fingers tightening their hold each time.

"Need. You. Naked" Kurt panted hard each time Puck's tongue left his and began nipping at his lower lip. Puck grunted in response and tore his mouth off the paler boy and threw his head back into the pillow as his hips continued to buck up to meet Kurt's thrusts.

With his head thrown back, Puck had revealed his thick, caramel colored neck to Kurt and the younger man's mouth was on it immediately. He could taste sweat and cologne on his tongue as it lapped at the exposed flesh and Kurt found the flavor to be addictive. He savored it as much as possible as he placed open mouth kisses along Puck's neck and down to his collarbone. When his chin hit the collar of Puck's shirt, Kurt's hands slide up the bad boy's torso and began to unfasten each button slowly, kissing at the flesh as it revealed itself. Puck's chest and abs were hard and hot against Kurt's lips, causing his pulsating cock to throb even harsher. The man underneath him, who was panting and withering uncontrollably, was built like a Greek god and Kurt was a slave to his body for tonight. He felt Puck's swollen cock thrust against his stomach as Kurt furthered his descent right down to the trail of hair that began at his belly button right into the hidden confines of his pants. Kurt kissed and bite gently along at, earning moans and whimpers of appreciation from the man above him until Kurt's chin hit the buckle of Puck's belt.

Before Kurt could get to it, Puck's hands flew up and untidily ripped the belt off his pants and threw them across the room, making Kurt chuckle softly at the eagerness. Kurt used his teeth to unfasten Puck's button on his pants as his fingers worked at the zipper and once both were open, the dirtily lust induce moan escaped Kurt's mouth as he realized that Puck had gone commando.

The mushroom shaped head of Puck's turgid cock poked out of the top of his pant's, glistening with precum which made Kurt salivate with need. The smell of arousal was potent and filled Kurt's nose with the most delicious smell he had ever experienced. Without thinking twice, Kurt wrapped his fingers around the top of Puck's pants and pulled them down as far as Puck's slightly spread legs would allow, exposing his entire fat, long, leaking cock and a set of smooth heavy, large, round bullocks. The cold air of the room must have hit Puck's hot member because he gasped and swore as it sprang free. It was massive and thick and everything Santana had promised and more.

Kurt ran his nose along the shaft, inhaling deeply until he reached the head where he kissed it gently. Puck's cock twitched in anticipation, as did Kurt's. Sliding his tongue out of his mouth, Kurt gave an experimental lick at the slit, collecting the new precum that had gathered there. The flavor exploded against Kurt's tongue and it was so enticing and fucking delicious that he lowered himself further and took the entire head in his mouth. Kurt's lips stretched around it perfectly as his tongue skilfully wrapped itself into the dent where the head meet the rest of Puck's meat.

"Fucking hell" Puck breathed, his breaths coming our ragged as he moved his hands into Kurt's perfectly styled hair and pulling painfully hard. Kurt loved it. The pale boy flicked his tongue over the slit again and again before sliding down the pole of flesh further and taking in as much of the throbbing cock as he could. As he bobbed his head up and down, reveling in how heavy Puck was in his mouth, the bronze boy whispered his name frantically and once Kurt took in as much as he possible could so the tip of Puck's meat hit the back of his throat causing Kurt to swallow around it, Puck swore loudly, snapping his head up to watch Kurt in action. With the sheer girth of Puck, Kurt's jaw began to ache, but he relished the pain. Puck's cock and reactions spurring him on. He had never been so aroused in all his life.

"St-Stop!" Puck choked and the grip of his hand tighten around Kurt's hair and pulled the countertenor of his cock completely and pulled him up onto a rough kiss where teeth clattered together and tongues fought once again for dominance. "Fucking knew you had a dirty little mouth." Puck growled low into Kurt's mouth causing the paler boy to smile into the kiss. "Remove them." he demanded, pulling at Kurt's boxers and the countertenor obliged. Discarding his underwear and socks, the bronzed Adonis removed his pants completely before grabbing hold of Kurt's bruising hips and pulling his body further up the bed.

Straddling Puckerman's chest, Kurt placed his outstretched palms against the wall behind the bed and moaned loudly when he felt his cock engulfed by warm heat. Noah Puckerman was sucking his dick. And not just sucking, but masterfully swallowing it whole.

"Noah." Kurt breathed heavily, looking down to see dilated hazel eyes looking up at him, a perfect mouth stretched over his entire cock. Kurt wasn't sure when or why, but he was positive that Puck had sucked dick before because he did it like a fucking porn star. Noah was salivating profusely so his flattened tongue could slide up and down his whole length, showing barely any struggle as his nose delved right into Kurt's groomed hair as he took everything in effortless. Kurt was breathing harder than ever before, his arms that held him to the wall were shaking almost violently with the effects Puck's sinful mouth was having on his entire body.

Just was he felt the pooling in the pit of his stomach, Puck removed his mouth and he looked up at Kurt with hungry eyes, Kurt's precum glistening on his chin. "Turn around, Princess." his voice came out hoarse, like his throat had just taken a battering. One that Puck seemed to enjoy thoroughly.

Kurt obeyed immediately, not entirely sure what was going to happen next. The blowjob he had just received was in a position that he and Blaine never tried so he had no clue what turning around would achieve. Until he felt it.

Straddling Puck's chest still, this time on all fours, viewing Puck's rather beautiful feet, Kurt felt two large callous hands spread apart the globes of his ass and felt a slow wet sensation travel over it. FUCK! Puck was rimming him.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!" Kurt hissed as Noah's tongue hungrily lapping at his puckered entrance. Kurt had never done this before or received it, never really though about it, but by Gaga, it was incredible. So incredible in fact, that when tongue was joined by a finger, Kurt's arms gave out from underneath him and he sunk to his elbows, his face falling right in front of Puck's pulsating meat.

Kurt's mouth eagerly reattached itself onto Puck's cock and he began sucking hard, humming in pleasure around it every time Puck added another finger and hitting that sweet bundle of nerves inside him. The duo sensation of pushing back against Puck's fingers and sucking of the heavy, thick cock in his mouth almost catapulted Kurt over the edge, but luckily Puck removed his mouth and fingers from his well prepared hole. Kurt kept sucking earnestly, worshiping Puckzilla while he was fainting aware of shuffling behind him and just as he was about to turn to discover the source of the noise, a condom and bottle of lube were rolled down the bed to him, hitting his elbow.

Kurt's mouth left Puck's cock with a filthy popping noise as he scrabbled to pick up the tools before roughly opening the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it down Puck's pole. He briefly noticed that the wrapper was marked 'extra large' and almost rolled his eyes. No surprise there. Pumping hard to keep Puck standing at full attention, although the act was rather unnecessary, Kurt flicked open the bottle of lube and drizzling a generous amount all over it. Puck hissed at the cold sensation and Kurt couldn't help smiling.

Once happy that both he and Puck were prepared, Kurt threw his leg over Puck in order to turn around and then re-positioned himself to straddle Puck's waist, where for the first time in a long while, Kurt spoke directly to Puck.

"You sure?" his voice came out shaking, adrenaline and lust rattling his very insides. He reached behind him to lift Puck's cock up to a vertical stance and rolled his hips, allowing the meat to slide effortlessly in the crack of his ass in a teasing manner.

"Shouldn't - fuck Kurt - shouldn't I be asking you that?" Puck panted out, squirming underneath Kurt's teases.

"But this is new to you, this is my domain." Kurt purred, rubbing against Puck's throbbing member more vigorously. "Want to enter my playground?" he whispered, the sound mixing deliciously with Puck's panting.

"I'll gladly give you old Puckerman's gay virginity if you fucking hurry up!" Puck growled angrily, the teasing and sexual frustration obviously getting to him. Kurt could play this game all day but had no idea how Puck would react. Not taking the risk, Kurt raised himself a couple of inches, lined Puck up against his hole and very slowly lowered himself down.

"Shit!" they both moaned simultaneously as Kurt battled through the burn and continued sliding down a cock that seemed to never end.

"Kurt-Kurt, don't move!" Puck stuttered as he grabbed hold of the slender boys reddened hips once more to halt him.

"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" Kurt laughed as he remained about two inches from being completely filled. The burning sensation was slowly ebbing away to a dull ache.

Puck opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out and instead he closed his eyes tight and roughly rubbed his hands over his face. Kurt quickly registered that Puck was holding of his impending orgasm. Trying to distract them both, Kurt lent over and captured Puck's lips in his for a couple of minutes until a grunt of permission instructed Kurt to slide down completely, until Noah's large sack could be felt against his cheeks.

"Ready?" they both asked at the same time and let out a breathy laugh.

Kurt raised his hips and felt the intense sensation of Puck's cock almost leaving his body entirely before forcefully coming back down. Puck whimpered while Kurt moaned loudly as the action continued for several minutes, with pace and force being increased each time.

The feeling of being completely filled was almost overwhelming and the knowledge of knowing it was Noah Puckerman doing the filling made everything so much more fucking fantastic and pretty soon, Kurt felt his orgasm fast approaching.

"Not gonna last… much longer." Kurt warned through moans and Puck's grip on his hips tightened painfully, bringing Kurt to a complete stop. But before Kurt could moan his objections, Puck lifted him slightly and began pounding himself harshly into Kurt's entrance. The speed, force and angle had Puck abusing his prostate continuously and Kurt screamed with pleasure and closed his eyes tightly as Puck rammed into him quickly. The whole bed was rattling and Kurt's whole body was shaking until, just as Kurt was about to wrap his hand over his own pulsating member, he exploded.

His orgasm ripped out of him almost painfully as he screamed 'Noah!' and couldn't even opening his eyes to see the abundance of thick creamy liquid smother Puck's sweaty chest. His mind was in a whirlwind at the most intense release of his life that he barely registered Puck stilling and his cock throbbing and pumping inside of him, cumming hard into the condom.

When Kurt got his wits around him, he was sprawled over Puck's heaving chest, trying to get his breath back. His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead but he didn't care. Not at all. He had just experience a ride on the infamous Puckzilla and the feeling was intoxicating in his post orgasmic bliss.

"Kurt?" Puck whispered. "Are you OK?"

Kurt hummed lazily against Puck's body and shifted slightly, grimacing as the essence of their enjoyment spread over Kurt's chest. Mustering as much energy as his body could control, Kurt rolled off of the man beneath him and off the bed completely, landing shakily on his wobbly legs. His thighs and ass burned wonderfully from the impact of the hot session that just occurred.

Staggering to the end of the bed, Kurt picked up his boxers and used it to clean his chest before throwing it at Puck, who barely had the energy to mirror the actions.

"You Mr. Puckerman." Kurt said, still slightly breathless and he pulled his pants over his bare ass. "Are one hell of a fuck, I'll give you that." he complimented as he found the rest of his clothes and draped them over him until he was finally dressed. "Feel free to boast about this conquest, because I most certainly will." Puck pushed himself up onto his elbows, fixing Kurt with a dark stare and went to open his mouth to say something, but Kurt quickly interjected. "Don't worry, I'll only brag when I'm back in New York to my friends there. Your reputation is fine." he assured as he walked over to Puck and bent down so his mouth was against his ear. "See you downstairs."

Quinn fell back onto the pillow, out of breath and looking thoroughly debauched as Santana emerged from between her legs with a massive grin on her face.

"So that's why college girls experiment." Quinn smiled, looking up at the ceiling with a blissful smile on her face.

"And thank god they do." Santana laughing as she lay at the end of the bed, wrapped only in the sheets.

"You know, it was fun and I always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, but err… I dunno, I think for me it was more of a one time thing." Quinn informed and Santana just rolled her eyes. She wouldn't have even tried it with Quinn if she thought for a second that the blonde would get emotionally attached.

"Look, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to show up at your house with a U-haul." Santana assured.

Quinn laughed and grabbed a bottle of water. "So what happens next?"

"Well you could walk out first?" Santana offered and then smirked. "Or we could make it a two time thing?"

Quinn smiled dangerously and put the bottle of water back down on the bed side table and bag crawling across the bed to a very welcoming Latina.

"Kurt, are you OK? You look a mess. No offence." Blaine gasped as he and Mike approached him in the hall of the ground floor. Mike turned to Blaine and gave an 'are you serious' look and Kurt for the first time in hours, blushed.

"I'm fine, Blaine. Thanks for your concern." Kurt downplayed. He was a lot more than fine, that was for sure. "Where are the other boys?" he asked, realizing that Sam, Finn and Artie were missing.

"Upstairs." Mike gave an over exaggerated wink. "Which I presume you have just come from?"

Kurt blushed harder and let out a strangled choking noise before quickly correcting himself. "Ohhh Blike." he said confidently, referring to both boys as one. "Everyone hooks up at weddings."

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