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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt/Puck
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Noah_Puckerman
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Rimming, Barebacking, Felching
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-01 Words: 1129
****** A time on their own ******
by solequeene
Summary
      Couch sex.
Notes
     Author Notes: Written for 
     [[info]]
puckurt festivity exchange; recipient: [[info]]eyesarmslove. I apologize for
the nonsensical title: I am truly bad at them. I choose the prompt “couch”,
which ended up being an excuse for smut. I’m sorry about that.
It’s not that he has a “couch fetish,” as Puck says. He doesn’t. But the couch
is indeed very comfortable and sometimes he just can’t wait to reach his room.
And maybe there’s something special about the way their bodies fit on the
cushions and how the fabric feels against their skin, the light friction and
the smell of cotton. So maybe he does have a small couch fetish.
But that’s hardly relevant as he watches Puck’s body stretched under his, his
lips swollen and red after all the kissing, his pupils dilated and shining with
that look that means, loud and clear, “let’s fuck.”
Slowly, Kurt unzips Puck’s jeans and drags his tongue over the fabric of his
boxers. He enjoys the musky scent and the strong flavor of his lover’s cock. He
mouths the bulge tenderly, alternating between soft strokes and open-mouth
kisses.
Puck wriggles and arches upwards, trying to get more of Kurt’s mouth but he’s
held in place by strong hands that grab his hips, pushing him down. Kurt makes
quick work of his underwear and t-shirt, baring Puck naked and gloriously
sprawled over the soft cushions. Kurt lowers his mouth once again, licking at
Puck’s chest and enjoying the way he squirms. Kurt kisses one of Puck’s
nipples, dragging the flat of his tongue over it before he sucks it into his
mouth. He tongues the little metal ring that goes through the nipple, tugging
it and softly biting down, enjoying the noises Puck makes in response.
Kurt licks his way down Puck’s chest until he reaches the dark trail of hair
that leads to his lover’s hard cock. He softly licks the head and dips his
tongue in the slit, then licks the shaft from tip to base, before lowering his
head even further and taking one of Puck’s heavy balls into his mouth. He sucks
on it, grabbing Puck’s cock with one hand while the other fondles his other
ball tenderly. He strokes Puck’s cock with long, firm movements, his mouth
sucking rhythmically and alternating between his boyfriend’s balls, effectively
rendering him incoherent.
Licking his way up back to the shaft and takes it completely into his mouth, he
deep-throats Puck with much-practiced ease. He bows his head up and down,
making Puck’s cock as wet as possible and slurping a little bit, fully aware of
how much Puck likes both the noise and the sensation. Kurt strokes the
underside one more time before lowering his head again to Puck’s perineum.
Puck takes the hint and rolls over, leaning over the armrest and presenting
himself to Kurt, who loses no time before parting Puck’s ass-cheeks and licking
his entrance. Puck moans heartily and pushes back towards Kurt’s mouth, needy
and wanton. Kurt kisses the pulsing muscle ring before pushing his tongue into
it, unable to keep himself from tasting the tight heat of it. He moves his
tongue in and out, shallow at first before plunging in, burying his nose into
the cleft of Puck’s ass. He rubs it there as his tongue pushes forward and Puck
pushes back, all heat and saliva and need. He changes the rhythm and starts
circling his tongue into Puck’s ass, widening and loosening it as he prepares
him for his already aching and desperate cock.
It’s Puck’s voice that pulls him away from his lust-filled state when he hears
a raspy “God, fuck, Kurt, your dick in my ass now!” that pretty much shows
everything he loves (and hates) about Puck. But what’s the point of thinking
about that when they can be fucking? Kurt is nothing if not a driven man.
He fumbles a bit with his pants (too many straps and too tight but deadly
fabulous) and when he finally manages to pull them down he’s more than ready to
comply with his impatient lover’s request. He takes the lube and applies a
liberal amount on his hand, his fingers dripping with it. He pushes one digit
into Puck’s already loose entrance and quickly adds one more, letting them
finish the job his tongue started. He scissors his fingers and moves them in
widening circles as his other hand strokes his own erection.
When he thinks Puck is prepared enough (he asks and receives a “You’re the
uptight one, just go already” as response), he slicks himself up with lube
before aligning and pushing in. Under him, Puck moans and shudders, shifting
slightly as he gets used to Kurt’s thick cock inside him. Soon he’s pushing
back and forward, Kurt’s signal to start moving. His thrusts are deep, fast and
rough (they always are); one of his hands gripping at Puck’s tanned hip, the
other holding his shoulder as he gets deeper and deeper into him. The noise of
flesh slapping against flesh, of grunts and moans and curses, fills the air.
Kurt can smell the musky perfume of sex, sweat and male; it drives him crazy,
every time. He’s not sure what lies beneath his and Puck’s relationship or how
long it’ll last or what will happen next, but they have this--this perfect
rhythm and movement and need-- and that’s enough for right now. That’s perfect.
Puck bends over the armrest and frees one of his hands to reach his cock. He
jerks off furiously, matching Kurt’s rapid thrusts as they both approach their
climaxes. Kurt fucks him even harder, making him slide forward every time, his
chest rubbing against the fabric of the couch.
As the need for completion overwhelms the need for control, Kurt slams into him
erratically and Puck strokes himself faster. Puck comes first, shuddering and
gasping, just before Kurt thrusts in one more time, balls deep to come inside
his body. He sprawls onto Puck’s back, too spent to move, covered in sweat and
thoroughly sated. Their breaths are ragged and their chests rise at unison,
their minds filled with nothing but blessed satisfaction.
It doesn’t last long, though, as Kurt slides off Puck’s back and out of his ass
to kneel behind him. Knowing what’s about to come, Puck lifts his hips and Kurt
lowers his head, his tongue sticking out to lap up the semen that is already
trickling out. He tastes his own come and presses his mouth against Puck’s
still twitching hole, sucking on it and taking as much in as he can.
Strawberry-flavored lube has proven to be a wonderful idea. As soon as he’s
done he lies back on the couch, pulling Puck against him.
Soon, they’ll be cold and the stickiness will be a bother. Soon, they’ll need
to get dressed and continue with their lives. Soon. A lot of things will happen
soon, but all that matters in this moment is how good they feel against each
other.
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