[Kurt grabs the collar of Little Kurt's shirt - gently, of course, he doesn't want to ruin it - and pulls it aside, revealing enough skin for him to latch on to and suck greedily on. He wants to mark him, brand his neck with bright red and purple, let everyone know who he belongs to. And of course give him the opportunity to hide it with a shirt or a scarf, should he deem it necessary. He tastes so good. He feels so good as he grinds down against him with slow, firm rolls of his hips, letting Little Kurt know just how aroused he is by this as well, that he's not alone in feeling good. They've already gone further than Kurt expected they would. He'll just keep going then, until he's told to stop.]
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Date: 2011-11-26 11:03 pm (UTC)