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[All in all, Kurt's relieved Thanksgiving is over. He enjoyed getting to spend that time with his family, but the truth is, all he's wanted to do lately is curl up on his bed and mope. The breakup wasn't just Blaine's idea. Kurt ultimately thought it was the best way to save their friendship too, and it ended up being a mutual decision. But it still hurts. He still feels raw and sad, and he doesn't think those feelings are going to go away for a while. There's still a part of him that wants to call Blaine up and ask to try again; Kurt ruined someone's life just so they'd have a chance to make their relationship work and this is how it ends?

But he doesn't call Blaine. He doesn't do much of anything once the holiday and Black Friday is over. He just lies in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, debating calling the girls so they can come over with comfort food. But he's not sure he's in the mood to explain things, and the room doesn't just belong to him anymore anyway, and he doesn't want to bother Older Kurt. In fact, between his recent breakup and the bizarre feelings he's been having around Older Kurt lately, he's not sure how to even look him in the eyes. Why does life have to be so complicated?] Why is this my life?

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[Kurt is wondering much of the same thing. This is kind of insane. He's kissing himself. He's pressing closer to himself and kissing himself deeper and running his hands down his own chest, younger and unmarred and less defined, but still very much his own. And it's really, really good. His heart is throbbing in his chest, he's so nervous and kind of worried, but it feels incredible and he's not about to make it stop.]

[He deepens the kiss a little, moaning quietly as Older Kurt runs his hands down his chest. Older Kurt's hands feel different on him than Blaine's, more sure, confident, and it shows. Kurt's pretty sure he could spend forever like this, kissing his crush in his bedroom, on his bed with the door closed.]

[Kurt's just happy that Little Kurt isn't pulling away, isn't pushing him away to berate him about going too fast, but rather melts into the kiss, moaning against his lips as his hands run down his chest, touching, feeling, stroking up and down to lure more of those noises from him. He starts pushing him back down onto the bed, wanting to feel him pressed fully against him, feel his body arching up into his, his legs spreading instinctively... They won't go far tonight, Kurt is pretty sure about that, and he doesn't expect it either. But they need some time to just feel each other like this. There's no turning back now.]

[Kurt knows there's things they need to talk about. He knows there's a lot they'll probably have to discuss before the night ends, but it can all wait because he doesn't think he can do anything but what he's doing right now. Not when he's feeling like this. He lets Older Kurt push him down, his arms still wrapped around him tight, pulling him down with him. His legs immediately spread beneath him as his hands wander down his back. It feels so good, so perfect, getting to be with him like this.]

[Good, good, he's not freaking out yet, he's enjoying it still. Good. This makes Kurt's job a lot easier. He moans against Little Kurt's lips, pressing even tighter against his body, running his hands almost possessively up and down his sides. He feels great against him. As cute as him being a virgin is, and as much as he's going to respect it, it's already starting to become frustrating. Because he wants nothing more than to tear Little Kurt's clothes off and have his wicked way with him.]

[He's not sure how far he's willing to go just yet; he's so focused on how good it feels and how warm and firm Older Kurt's body is on top of him. He doesn't want this to end any time soon. This is the first time someone he's had a crush on actually responded positively so quickly. Finn never responded positively at all, and it took Blaine months to finally return his feelings. And okay, Kurt doesn't actually know how Older Kurt feels about him, but there must be something there if he's willing to do this with him, kissing him the way he is. He moans again, arching up a little as Older Kurt's hands run up and down his sides.]

Edited 2011-11-26 20:48 (UTC)

[He's responsive too. Kurt had almost been afraid Little Kurt would push him away as soon as he started getting handsy, but he's blowing him away right now. He can't help getting a little bit more bold with encouragement like this. Moaning hungrily against his lips, he starts pushing the younger one's shirt up his chest, thumbs caressing warm, pale skin. He's soft all over. God, he's happy he worked so hard on skincare growing up.]

[He gasps against Older Kurt's lips, trembling a little when he feels his thumbs caressing the bare skin of his chest. No one has ever touched him like this before, not even Blaine. He doesn't want Older Kurt to ever stop touching him now that he knows what it's like to feel like this, and it's not until Kurt realizes he's grown hard that he starts to remember why he's never allowed Blaine's hand to wander beneath his shirt when they kissed. He holds his hips still, hoping that maybe Older Kurt won't notice and they can just keep kissing without any embarrassing incidents.]

[Kurt almost stops what he's doing when he hears him gasping, feels him trembling, until he realizes Little Kurt actually likes it. Really likes it. As much as he tries to hide it by keeping his hips still, it's not exactly hard to notice as it pokes into his thigh.

Smiling against his lips, Kurt pulls back with a sharp gasp for air, immediately dipping back in to start nibbling on his neck. His hands keep pushing at his shirt, roaming his bare palms over naked skin, touching him in a way he's not sure he's ever been touched before. And he likes it. This is incredible.]

[He almost protests when Older Kurt pulls back, but then his warm mouth is on his neck, nibbling, and he's never experienced anything this hot before. He's not sure he's ever been this turned on before, and there's a huge part of him that wants to let it go further, that wants to lose his virginity right here right now. But there's also a huge part of him that needs it to mean something. That needs it to be more than a one time thing with no feelings involved. So he doesn't push him away, but he doesn't start ripping off his clothes either. He just continues to enjoy what they're doing right now, and how nice it is to be touched like this.]

[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.]

Oh god... [Kurt holds onto him tighter, grinding up as Older Kurt grinds down. He's never felt anything so good, so tempting as this before, and it's getting harder and harder to remember why they should ever stop. He thinks he'd be perfectly happy to spend all of his time doing this, night and day, every chance he gets. He knows at some point he'll have to put a stop to this, though. Unless he wants to lose his virginity in the most humiliating way possible and ruin his new pants.]

[Kurt is panting against his neck when he's not sucking on it, tongue lapping at bruised skin whenever he pulls back, teeth teasingly nipping now and then. He sounds so good, feels so good underneath him, bucking up against him, making pleasure rush through him in hard, hot waves. Until he's told to stop, he's going to keep going, rocking hard down against him, biting on his neck, running his hands firmly up and down his chest, fingers slipping underneath the soft fabric of his shirt to flick and tease at his nipples. He'll feel for himself just how sensitive they are.]

[He knows he's going to have a hickey, and part of him wishes that he could just keep his neck bare for the world to see. He wishes he could show it around and say tell everyone who did it. But he knows it would just lead to more questions, and possibly grounding from his dad. And he doesn't even want to imagine how Blaine would feel about it. But still, it feels good to imagine he could let the world see. Everything feels good right now. He slides a hand between their bodies and under Older Kurt's shirt, caressing his chest and brushing against his nipples. Kurt's hips buck up and he moans his name as Older Kurt bites his neck and teases his nipples. If he's going to stop, he knows he'll have to do it soon, because he's getting close. The problem is, he's never felt this good before in his life, and he doesn't think he wants to stop.]

[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.]

[His fingertips brush against the nipple ring and he lets them linger there, sliding it between his fingers. He's never touched anyone like this before and he feels lucky that Older Kurt is willing to let him explore and learn his body like this. And then Older Kurt's hand is sliding down his pants, cupping his erection through his boxer briefs. He bucks into his hand, his moans getting louder as his hips grind harder and faster, growing erratic as he gets closer and closer. He slides his own hand out of Older Kurt's shirt and down his pants, rubbing him through his underwear as heat begins to pool low in his stomach.] Oh god, Kurt... I--I'm going to--

Edited 2011-11-27 13:39 (UTC)

Fuck-- [Kurt groans tightly as Little Kurt starts playing with his nipple ring, giving his neck a particularly firm bite in reaction, tongue immediately slipping out to slide over the offended area, soothing the pain. Then Little Kurt actually shoves his hand into his pants, rubbing and groping his dick through his underwear, and he's starting to lose his composure at last, bucking hard into his hand, panting and moaning thickly with pleasure. His own hand starts working Little Kurt's length harder, faster, squeezing and rubbing and pulling, feeling the heavy heat through the fabric.] Good, that's good, y-you feel so good, Kurt, c-come for me, it's okay, come for me.

[Everything feels so intense, almost overwhelming, and he's not sure how anything could possibly get better than this. He starts rubbing Older Kurt's cock faster, harder, trying to match the rhythm of the hand moving against his own length. It feels so good, and he's never felt so many different sensations all at once before. He grinds his hips into Older Kurt's hand instinctively, his breaths coming out in harsh pants, his whole body trembling as his orgasm hits him. His own hand doesn't even come close to this, and he's never come so hard in his life.] Oh god-- oh my god, Kurt... Fe-feels so good.

[Kurt whines thickly into Little Kurt's shoulder, bucking into his hand, feeling his own climax slowly approaching. He won't come just yet. His endurance is significantly better than Little Kurt's, who's already coming underneath him, shaking and bucking, moaning his name. He can tell how good he feels, how good he made him feel, without fear or doubt or anything else than the need pent up between them. Kurt gives a shaky grin into his neck, still gently squeezing and stroking the other's length.] Y-Yeah? You liked it?

[It takes him a while to come back down to Earth, and once he does he has to take a moment to catch his breath. He slides his hand into Older Kurt's hair, brushing it with his fingers as he pulls his hand out of his pants only long enough to unbutton and unzip them, before sliding it back in. He bites his lip as he gazes up at Older Kurt, hesitating for only a moment before slipping his hand inside his underwear to press against warm, hard flesh. He's still pushing against Older Kurt's hand, even as his body finally begins to calm down.] I more than liked it.

[Kurt looks up at him and gives him a smile, more than happy with what he's accomplished so far. He doesn't expect Little Kurt to do anything more than what he's already done. Actually reaching into his pants to relieve him was a lot more than he'd expected, and at this point he's content with cuddling with the younger man before going to the bathroom to take care of his own problem. That's why feeling Little Kurt's hand actually slipping into his underwear by itself, closing around his length without any encouragement from him, is such a big surprise. He hisses through grit teeth, clenching his eyes shut, bucking his hips into Little Kurt's hand, relishing in the sparks of hot pleasure shooting through his body.] Fuck... Kurt, you-- you don't have to...

[He grins up at him, his thumb swiping the head of his cock before sliding down and up again. He wants to do this. He wants to watch Older Kurt come undone and know that he's the one who made it happen.] It's okay. I want to. My first time won't be complete if only one of us gets something out of this. You made me feel so good, and I--I want to make you feel good too.

[He grips Older Kurt tighter, watching his face as he moves his hand faster. He wonders if this is what he looked like only a few minutes before, when he was so desperate for Older Kurt's touch. So desperate to come.]

[Kurt whines a little as Little Kurt continues to take initiative, stroking him, squeezing, running his thumb over the leaking head, spreading precome over hot, sensitive skin. It feels so good. He buries his face in Little Kurt's shoulder, rocking into his fist, panting softly, moaning as he strokes him faster, wanting to make him come as hard as he had moments ago. With this level of encouragement, it won't take long.] Oh my God...

[He strokes harder, faster, pressing kisses to Older Kurt's neck as he tries to work him closer to orgasm. He sucks, nibbles on it, trying to leave a mark of his own. There's nothing in the world like knowing you're giving someone pleasure like this, and he really hopes this isn't the last time they do this. He hopes this is a beginning for them.]

[If it was up to Kurt, they wouldn't ever stop doing this. They wouldn't stop touching, exploring, making each other feel good in every way possible, wouldn't stop to think about the repercussions and consequences of what they're doing, wouldn't stop to think about how healthy or morally right it may or may not be. They'd just keep doing it until they both go blind from it or something. Kurt moans loudly into his shoulder, bucking and thrusting into his hand, bracing himself against the younger one's hips. It barely takes a minute before he's coming with a sharp gasp, quivering on top of him, giving a couple of slow, lazy thrusts right at the end as he rides it out. Fuck.]