[Kurt twitches and moans with pleasure as Little Kurt's hand slips under his shirt, brushing his nipples, curiously exploring while his own hand returns the favor. Fuck, this is all feeling so good, he wants more right now, even though something tells him Little Kurt is not going to last the whole ride. And that's okay. He feels and sounds like he's getting closer, like he can't hold on anymore, and that's when Kurt realizes just how expensive his jeans are. He'll probably be pouty and irritable if he ruins his jeans.
So with a quick, practiced movement, his hand slips down to the waistband of Little Kurt's jeans, pops the button, pulls the zipper, and slips his hand between his pants and his underwear, cupping his erection. Just in case he's not ready for bare skin touching just yet. The increase in pressure and heat however should do good things to him, especially when Kurt starts rubbing and stroking him through the thin fabric, moaning his name into his neck.]
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So with a quick, practiced movement, his hand slips down to the waistband of Little Kurt's jeans, pops the button, pulls the zipper, and slips his hand between his pants and his underwear, cupping his erection. Just in case he's not ready for bare skin touching just yet. The increase in pressure and heat however should do good things to him, especially when Kurt starts rubbing and stroking him through the thin fabric, moaning his name into his neck.]