Sebastian carries Kurt to his bedroom, a feat he has accomplished several times before and which never fails to make Kurt swoon since Sebastian can seem to manage it while kissing Kurt passionately and with his eyes closed.
"So," Sebastian starts, laying Kurt carefully on the edge of his king-sized bed, "is there…uh…anything you think we should talk about first?"
Kurt bites his lip, amused at how cocky, confident Sebastian gets flustered so quickly.
"Well, I thought we might just treat this like work-study," Kurt teases, climbing backward up the bed to the pillows, "and figure things out as we go along."
"Ooo…" Sebastian kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks, then climbs on the bed to follow Kurt. "I love it when you talk like a teacher." He crawls over Kurt's body and hovers above him, dropping low to place kisses over Kurt's parted lips. "Do you have anything interesting to teach me?"
"Actually," Kurt says, chuckling nervously when Sebastian moves to suck a mark onto his neck, "I was kind of hoping to take my cues from you." Sebastian pulls back to look into Kurt's eyes. "I've never done this before."
"Well, neither have I," Sebastian reminds him, smirking at the way Kurt squirms beneath him, his entire body begging to be kissed.
"You're the one who had the affair with that tart." Kurt loops his arms around Sebastian's neck and pulls him back down to meet his lips.
"What affair?" Sebastian barks through a laugh. "It was one kiss! One horrible…disastrous…awful…kiss…" Sebastian bites along Kurt's collarbone as he talks, pinning Kurt down with his body and chuckling every time Kurt yelps.
"Still…I just think that maybe you're a little more in the know, so to speak," Kurt admits. Sebastian bats his eyes innocently, waiting for Kurt to continue, watching his porcelain cheek burn red to match his scar. Kurt turns his face into the pillow beside him and groans. Sebastian drops his forehead to Kurt's shoulder and bites his lip to keep from laughing any more than he already has.
"Look," Sebastian moves to lie beside Kurt and snakes an arm beneath him, curling Kurt onto his side so they can speak nose to nose, "I'll admit to a rather extensive collection of reference materials, both video and periodical in nature."
"Why am I not surprised?" Kurt mutters, and Sebastian retaliates with a hard squeeze to Kurt's ass.
"But," Sebastian continues, undeterred, "I also have a very vivid…very romantic…very hot fantasy about the two of us..."
"Really?" Kurt feels more than breathless anticipation now, knowing that Sebastian has dreams about them together; dreams about making love to him.
"Yes." Sebastian brushes a hair out of Kurt's face, and places a delicate kiss to his forehead. "Maybe we can start there. Play it out and see where things go."
Kurt has never heard anything so sweet yet so erotic in his entire life. Sebastian kisses around Kurt's face while he waits for Kurt decide; and Kurt waits just a little longer than he intends because Sebastian's lips on his skin feel like paradise.
"Yes," Kurt mewls, unable to wait any longer to have his boyfriend. "Yes…let's do that."
Kurt's voice shakes, sounding wrecked and ruined but Kurt doesn't care since it matches Sebastian's voice perfectly.
"Good." Sebastian's eyes suddenly become darker, the pupils blown wide and crowding out his startling green irises. "Well, maybe we can start by removing a few articles of clothing."
"Uh…Okay…" Kurt voice betrays his uneasiness. "You still have the light on, though."
"Is that okay?" Sebastian reaches for the hem of Kurt's shirt and pulls slowly, giving Kurt the chance to say no. "I really want to see you."
Kurt is torn. He's always stayed hidden, but Sebastian seems to have a fetish with looking at him, and not just shallow glances. Sebastian watches him, examines him, hangs over his body and inspects every inch of his skin, kissing over the areas he inspects and humming with delight when Kurt gasps. Sebastian's eyes have never looked at Kurt with anything less than complete adoration, and Kurt has to admit that he preens for Sebastian. He wants Sebastian to look at him that same way when he's lying naked beneath him.
For the first time ever, Kurt wants to be seen.
As he tends to do with every decision, Kurt gets lost in his own head for a little too long, leaving Sebastian waiting with concern growing on his face.
Kurt sees Sebastian withdraw, sees the fire in his green eyes cool. He lurches forward, surprising Sebastian, surprising even himself. He grabs Sebastian's wrists and draws him close, leaning in to his ear.
"Undress me," Kurt pleads softly. "Please," he adds in response to Sebastian's hesitation. He licks around the outside of Sebastian's ear, nibbling on his ear lobe and sucking gently. Sebastian moans. He's never heard Kurt beg to be undressed. He moves quickly, fumbling with Kurt's shirt, eager to have it gone so he can remove his own and lay skin to skin with his beautiful boyfriend.
"See," Sebastian mumbles against Kurt's mouth, "I think you're better at this than you give yourself credit for."
"It's because of you," Kurt admits, lifting his arms to allow Sebastian to pull his shirt off, not even objecting when Sebastian tosses it haphazardly to the floor.
Sebastian yanks off his own shirt and tosses it away, looking down at Kurt with confusion in his eyes.
"When I'm with you, I feel free," Kurt confesses. "I feel beautiful…and sexy…"
"You are beautiful and sexy." Sebastian lies over Kurt, nuzzling against his neck. He inhales deep the scent of Kurt's vanilla shampoo, blazing a trail of kisses down the length of his neck.
"You think I am," Kurt says with a whimper. "That's all that matters."
Sebastian groans, but he's not going to win this argument, and now is not the time to fight. If Kurt feels sexy and beautiful in his arms, than Sebastian is going to show Kurt how sexy and beautiful he truly is. He captures Kurt's lips, sliding their mouths together, tenderly pinching Kurt's lower lip between his teeth. Sebastian rakes his fingers slowly down Kurt's sides, careful to avoid catching on the more delicate areas of his skin, knowing by now the right amount of pressure to make Kurt melt. Kurt's fingers are already working at the zipper of Sebastian's jeans, and every brush of Kurt's fingertips against his exposed skin sends tongues of fire licking up and down Sebastian's body until he begins to fear that this first adventure with Kurt at making love might turn out to be blissful, but painfully short lived.
Kurt boldly wraps his fingers around Sebastian's hard, leaking cock, and he almost gives in, almost lets Kurt stroke him till he's crying into his shoulder.
But Sebastian needs more. He wants to give Kurt more. He grabs Kurt's wrists and raises them above his head, lacing their fingers together and holding him down.
"I'm sorry, gorgeous," Sebastian responds to Kurt's whines of protest. "If you keep that up, this is going to be over really quick."
Sebastian feels Kurt smile against his mouth, swallows the tiny chuckles that bleed into moans as Sebastian slips his tongue between Kurt's lips. Sebastian's hands leave Kurt's to travel back down his body, but the second Kurt's hands move, Sebastian pins them back in place.
"Nope," Sebastian whispers. "These stay here for now." Sebastian moves again and Kurt patiently complies, his gaze burning hot as he watches Sebastian move down his body, nipping, licking and tracing over skin and muscle. Kurt's body strains as he struggles to stay still, and Sebastian takes his time exploring. Kurt's body is Sebastian's playground for the night, and he's in no hurry to leave.
Kurt holds his breath as he watches Sebastian's perfect lips kiss his skin. Feeling it is magical enough, but watching makes him feel like the voyeur of his own private show, where he's the privileged audience and the star. Kurt is pretty certain he could die right now and never be any happier. Daydreams of a boyfriend treating him like this, worshipping his body, enjoying giving him pleasure, were snuffed out long before he graduated high school. Kurt figured when he got to the city that maybe in a place like New York he might stumble across some cool boho guy who was decent…possibly blind…or just not all too discerning.
But Kurt hit the jackpot. He didn't have to settle. He found a man who loved him for the person he was; a man who could see past the scar.
(Truth be told, and it always made Kurt laugh to think about it, the scar seemed to make Sebastian a little hot. Someday Kurt would have to pluck up the courage to ask.)
Sebastian dips his tongue beneath Kurt's waistband and Kurt shivers, deep from his soul, his whole body trembling as it fights its way to the surface, but it's not until Sebastian's eyes dart up to meet his, emerald depths filled with raw need and want, that Kurt moans, long and loud and unbidden. Sebastian loves that moan. He craves the broken sound of strength and surrender in it. He swears he could cum on that sound alone.
Then Sebastian does something Kurt would have never anticipated. He pulls open the fly to Kurt's jeans with his teeth; the buttons popping through their holes one by one until the denim lies spread open. Kurt's mouth hangs comically agape at Sebastian who grins like mad at his boyfriend's lack of underwear.
"Sebastian?" Kurt's harsh whisper carries with it a small thread of nervousness, uncertainty. Sebastian's fingers bunch into Kurt's jeans at the hips, preparing to pull them down, but Kurt's eyes are wide, panicked. "Are you going to…" Kurt stammers. "Are you thinking about…"
"Not if you don't want me to," Sebastian says, trying to sound soothing with a voice that's essentially a potent layer of sin on sin. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But please, Kurt. I've been dying to do this with you. I'll stop if you want me to."
Kurt looks at Sebastian, his heart lodged in his throat, threatening to choke him to death in his lover's bed. Kurt has to decide for himself if this is moving too fast, or not fast enough. How can a blowjob be too much if making love is just enough? Kurt knows he has the power to say yes or no; to stop Sebastian now, or let him have him.
In the end, why would Kurt say no if he's exactly where he wants to be?
"Kurt," Sebastian whispers, licking his lips with want, but breathing deep to cool down and give Kurt the space he needs.
"Do you want me to stop, gorgeous?"