A/N: Written for the prompt 'Sunday', here is a peek at how Kurt and Sebastian spend their Sunday Morning. Rated M for anal sex.
Kurt closed his eyes and smiled, stretching out his limbs like a cat lying in the golden sunlight, not worrying that the filtered light might be tanning his skin. The soft sheets beneath him caressed his naked body in such an erotic way as he swayed, his cock rutting gently over the decadent Egyptian cotton.
"Lift your hips a little higher, gorgeous," Sebastian requested, his voice thick with lust and tight with every ounce of his restraint.
Kurt raised an eyelid, turning his head just enough to regard his boyfriend – the look of deep concentration on his face, the way his jaw set and his brow furrowed. Kurt huffed with mild annoyance, grabbing a pillow beside his head and shoving it beneath his hips, adjusting it carefully so he could still get that delicious friction around his erection.
"Mmm," Sebastian moaned when Kurt finally settled into his cotton cocoon, "that's it, baby. Thanks."
Kurt breathed in deep through his nose, relaxing as Sebastian resumed his smooth movements, enjoying the slow drag of skin against skin. Kurt admired Sebastian's strength. Physically, it was one of the most attractive things about him, how he could keep himself hovering over Kurt's body for so long without a single shudder, without any sign of exhaustion. Sebastian's athleticism made sex exciting and interesting. Hard and fast against the living room wall, with Kurt's legs wrapped around Sebastian's waist and Sebastian supporting all of his weight, was by far one of Kurt's favorite positions. Sebastian had more endurance than Kurt could even fathom, and Sunday was the day they put it to the test.
Mid-morning sex in front of the picture window in the bedroom - this was how Kurt and Sebastian started every Sunday. Some people went to church. Some went out to brunch with their families. Kurt and Sebastian had their own Sunday morning ritual. It began spontaneously the first weekend Kurt moved into Sebastian's penthouse and ever since that first time they had never missed a single Sunday. Even when they fought, Sunday sex was sacred. They pulled the blinds open wide to let in the sun, the head of the bed pushed right up against the glass, and there they stayed, for hours most times. It wasn't just plain old sex. It was the purest essence of making love, of being connected. Being together as lovers this way wasn't about the destination; it was all about the journey.
"G-god, Kurt," Sebastian moaned, "baby…I'm gonna cum…"
Kurt reached out a hand and grabbed a hold of Sebastian's thigh, pulling his body down on top of him and stilling his hips.
"Don't you dare," Kurt scolded. "We still have a few hours before our lunch date with Nick and Jeff, and I intend to spend every remaining minute right here."
Sebastian shuddered, trying to calm himself, pushing away yet another orgasm.
"You…you're such a bitch," he groaned, taking long, deep breaths.
"Yup," Kurt said, turning his face back to the sunlight, "but you love me."
Sebastian chuckled as he started to move again, leaning down to kiss the spot where Kurt's shoulder blades met.
"Yeah," he agreed. "I love you."