Kurt/Sebastian: It Doesn't Matter Who You Are (NC-17)
Title: It Doesn't Matter Who You Are
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5000
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Roleplaying as teacher and student where the student is 18 years of age. Innocence!kink.
Summary: An offhand comment from Kurt sends Sebastian's brain into a tailspin, one that he can't get out of without trying something new.
A/N: Song title comes from 'Square One' by Coldplay.
From the moment Kurt and Sebastian’s sex life began-precisely three days after their romantic life started-they’ve always been completely open and honest with each other. Together, they’ve been able to explore desires neither had ever felt comfortable discussing with a partner before. Sebastian had finally been able to be with someone willing to pull a tie just this side of too tight around his neck just before he came and Kurt had finally gotten the chance to experiment with wax and ice. Their sex life is never boring, always changing, but it’s an offhand admission from Kurt that sends Sebastian’s brain into a complete tailspin.
“I once referred to myself as a baby penguin I was so nervous about sex. I wouldn’t even talk about it,” Kurt says, propped up against the headboard of the bed they share more nights than not as Sebastian cues up the video they’d made the night before.
Sebastian wants to prod, wants every detail of this painfully innocent Kurt, but the lovely image of Kurt riding him comes onto the screen and he temporarily forgets all about how his now sex-god of a boyfriend had once shied away from the topic entirely.
It’s nothing he’s ever considered before, always thought it was a little bit creepy to be perfectly honest, but he realizes now that it was only because he hadn’t dreamed up the right scenario. They always do this the same way, asking for something new. They think it out all the way first, have a specific plan in mind, and then they either put it into action or not.
Okay, they always put it into action.
Sebastian spends an entire afternoon at work practically storyboarding the encounter and has to forgo his afternoon cup of coffee before he’s too fucking hard under his desk to get up. That night over dinner, he tells Kurt his plan. To say that Kurt’s on board is an understatement.
And that’s how they find themselves standing beside Kurt’s upright piano in the living room, Kurt dressed in one of the more outlandish things he’d worn back when they’d first met in high school and Sebastian in a pair of dress slacks and button-up, fingers plunking out vocal warm-ups to ready Kurt’s upper register.
“Very good, Kurt,” Sebastian says as Kurt effortlessly hits a high G.
“Thank you, Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, blushing as he drops his gaze. Sebastian isn’t entirely proud of the fact that his dick twitches in his pants at the sudden ruddiness of Kurt’s cheeks.
“So, your NYADA audition is next week. Do you feel prepared?” Sebastian asks.
“I think so,” Kurt says softly, fingers fiddling with the foxtail attached to his belt. “Some of the high notes are tough to reach when I’m doing my choreography, though.” Sebastian nods and steps in closer, noticing how Kurt’s breath catches and his pupils dilate at the movement.
“Let’s work on your breathing then,” Sebastian says, stepping behind Kurt. “Is it okay if I put my hand on your stomach to see how your breath support is?” Kurt swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he nods. This isn’t like any vocal lesson Sebastian ever had. If they’d been more like this, he might not have skipped so many going through school.
He moves behind Kurt, stepping close enough to smell his cologne and the familiar combination of scents that mingle together from the products in Kurt’s hair. He allows his right hand to slip around Kurt’s waist to settle in over his diaphragm, pressing in lightly and feeling Kurt’s abs contract at the touch.
“Okay, sing for me. From the top,” Sebastian orders gently, thumb absently stroking over Kurt’s stomach.
“I…” Kurt starts, voice high and breathy. Sebastian closes his eyes and mouths a slew of swear words, willing himself not to get harder. “I can’t.”
“You can’t? Why not?”
“I’m nervous,” Kurt whispers, stomach practically fluttering beneath Sebastian’s palm from the rapidity of his breaths.
“If you’re nervous performing in front of me, how do you think you’re going to be able to do it in front of the Dean?” Sebastian asks. Kurt shakes his head slightly.
“No…” he hesitates, shoulders curling in as his posture deflates. “I’m not nervous about the singing.”
“Then what are you nervous about?”
“You,” Kurt says, voice barely audible. Sebastian pulls back his hand like he’s been burned.
“I made you uncomfortable,” he says, rounding Kurt and scrubbing a nervous hand over his forehead, skin vibrating with excitement at how damned good Kurt is at this. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
“No,” Kurt spits out quickly, face full of panic. “It’s not… I just….” His entire face burns red and his hands wring together.
“Then what is it?” Sebastian asks, voice firm as he hunches down a bit until they’re eye-to-eye. Kurt’s eyes flick up to meet his and the sight sucks the air from Sebastian’s lungs. They’re vivid and terrified and watery, leaving him looking so open and vulnerable that it takes all of Sebastian’s self-control not to scoop him up into his arms and hold him tight until it goes away.
“Being around you is…” Kurt pauses and looks up at Sebastian before again taking in the sight of his own toes. “Confusing.”
“How so? Do you not like my style of teaching?” he asks, knowing how ridiculous it is, but Kurt manages to play it out effortlessly.
“No. You’re a great teacher,” Kurt says, shaking his head lightly and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds. “It’s just that when I have my lessons here, I always leave feeling really…”
“Tired? Angry? Frustrated?” Sebastian supplies.
“Frustrated,” Kurt agrees with a small nod, still not making eye contact.
“Well, if you can tell me what I’m doing that’s frustrating you, I’ll stop. I like being your teacher, Kurt. We’ve made great progress together and I’d really like to see you through your audition,” Sebastian says.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Kurt says to his shoes. “That’s the problem. What you’re doing that’s making me frustrated… I don’t want you to stop.”
“You’re confusing me, Kurt,” Sebastian admits, leaning against the piano and crossing his arms across his chest.
“I’m sorry. I just… can’t tell you what it is.”
“Why not?”
Kurt squirms and turns his gaze to the ceiling, fingers twisting in the faux fur to the side of his thigh.
“It’s embarrassing,” Kurt says, practically whining. Sebastian huffs.
“Then I can’t be your teacher anymore,” he says, gathering up the sheet music on the piano and moving to walk away.
“No!” Kurt exclaims, reaching out and grabbing Sebastian’s hand, clutching so tightly Sebastian can feel how much Kurt is shaking. “Please don’t go. I’ll tell you. Just please don’t go.”
Sebastian nods and turns, looking expectantly at Kurt who is still squeezing his hand.
“I get really… warm during our lessons.”
“Do you want me to turn on the air conditioning?” Sebastian asks, loving the irritated look on Kurt’s face.
“Not that kind of warm,” Kurt says, voice quavering as his eyes visibly struggle to stay trained on Sebastian’s, desperately wanting to find the comfort and safety of some arbitrary spot on the wall. “I mean… warm. Hot.”
“Kurt, I don’t-“
“I think about you kissing me,” Kurt rushes out, sucking in a huge breath after he’s done and wrenching his hand from Sebastian’s to slap both over his mouth as he spins on the spot.
“Oh… oh,” Sebastian says, laying on the tone of realization especially thick. “Kurt...” He steps in close, hands ghosting over the strong lines of Kurt’s back as Kurt shakes with embarrassment in front of him. “I’ve thought about that, too.”
Kurt lets out a little strangled squeak into his hands.
“You don’t have to say that. I’m so embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Those kinds of feelings are completely natural.”
“It’s not right, though,” Kurt sighs, finally letting his hands drop. “I’ve just never thought these kinds of things before about someone and when I get home I just can’t help but-“ He stops, snapping his mouth shut hard and fast.
“You can’t help but what?” Sebastian asks, voice low and soft. Kurt’s eyes fall shut and he takes a deep breath.
“Touch myself,” he breathes out. A quiet growl rumbles through Sebastian’s chest and he reaches out a tentative hand to stroke down Kurt’s arm. Kurt lets out a breathy, shaky sigh and leans into the touch. “I don’t want to think about you that way, but I can’t help it.”
“Kurt, I can’t be your teacher anymore,” Sebastian says. Kurt sighs and looks up at him beneath his lashes, so beautiful and sweet and sad that Sebastian’s heart aches.
“But I want you to be.”
“I can’t be.”
“Why not?” Kurt asks, pout obvious in his voice. “My audition is coming up and I need you to help me.”
“No you don’t. You’re ready,” Sebastian says. “And besides, if I’m your teacher, I can’t do this.” He bends and presses his lips lightly against Kurt’s, a squawk rattling in Kurt’s throat as he grips hard onto Sebastian’s biceps.
“Oh,” Kurt breathes out when their lips part from the rather chaste kiss.
“Was that okay?” Sebastian asks.
“Oh yes,” Kurt sighs. “Could you… could you do that again?” Sebastian grins and lifts a hand to cup Kurt’s face, stroking his thumb across Kurt’s flushed cheekbone before leaning in to give Kurt another kiss, this one just as sweet and soft as the one before.
“You taste like cherries,” Sebastian says against Kurt’s lips, surprising even himself at the low rush of his voice.
“Chapstick,” Kurt whispers. “Please kiss me again, Mr. Smythe.”
“Call me Sebastian.”
“Okay, Mr. Smythe,” Kurt nods, eyes wide and trusting. Sebastian isn’t entirely responsible for his actions after that.
He slides the hand on Kurt’s cheek around to lace through the thick, silky hair on the back of Kurt’s head. With pulling, urgent lips, Sebastian kisses Kurt over and over, sucking on his bottom lip and effortlessly wrapping his free arm around Kurt’s waist to help hold him up when his knees buckle.
“Was that what you had in mind?” Sebastian asks against Kurt’s lips.
“Yes,” Kurt whimpers. “But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe… a little more?” Kurt asks. Sebastian smiles and presses another chaste kiss to Kurt’s full, kiss-swollen lips. If they were doing things as per usual, Kurt would have just slammed him against a wall and sucked Sebastian’s tongue into his mouth if that was what he wanted, but this Kurt can’t. He can’t and Sebastian can’t remember the last time he was so hard.
“More like… this?” Sebastian leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of Kurt’s mouth to the spot just below his ear that always makes him moan. Now is no exception.
“Oh.” Kurt’s grip on Sebastian’s arms tightens. “That’s nice.”
“Is that what you meant, though?”
“No,” Kurt says. “It’s okay, though. This is fine.”
“Since when has fine ever been enough in this room?” Sebastian asks, pulling back and looking firmly at Kurt. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me again, please,” Kurt begs, voice breathy and lips such a pretty pink. “But maybe… deeper this time?”
“You want me to use my tongue?”
Kurt slackens in his arms, eyes unfocused and dark. “Yes, please.”
Sebastian moans softly and kisses Kurt hard, sliding a hand against the side of Kurt’s neck and stroking gently over the joint of his jaw, silently urging him to open his mouth to Sebastian’s kisses. When Kurt obliges, Sebastian immediately strokes the very tip of his tongue against Kurt’s, sending a thrill through him all the way to the tips of his toes and making Kurt melt into his chest before quickly pulling back.
“Was that not okay?” Sebastian asks, not relinquishing his hold on the side of Kurt’s neck and crowding in close, feeling his cock stiffen as Kurt chews lightly on his bottom lip.
“It was too okay,” Kurt admits, reaching for Sebastian before yanking his hand back.
“You can touch me if you want to, Kurt.”
“I want to.” Kurt’s voice is barely audible and Sebastian uses his gentle hold on Kurt’s neck to angle his head up until they’re looking at each other again.
“How do you want to touch me?”
Kurt’s face and neck flush, the skin below Sebastian’s hand growing hot. He mumbles something that Sebastian can’t hear.
“Kurt, if you can’t tell me then we can’t do this,” he says, again resisting the urge to pull Kurt close.
“I said… I want to use… my mouth on you,” Kurt manages to get out, voice choked and small, face twisted into a look of pure embarrassment. A groan claws its way out of Sebastian’s throat and he steps in closer until Kurt’s body is a whisper away. “I have no idea what I’m doing, though. You’re such a good teacher, Mr. Smythe. Will you teach me?”
“God, Kurt,” Sebastian moans, tilting his forehead against Kurt’s and shutting his eyes to compose himself. The mask of his character is slipping away and he doesn’t want it to, but he’s feeling so much for Kurt in this moment because he’s trying so hard to do this because Sebastian had wanted to try. It’s more than he’s ever felt.
Honestly, it’s terrifying.
“Are you sure you want this, Mr. Smythe? I should go,” Kurt says, voice full of false resolution.
“No,” Sebastian orders, holding Kurt tight. “It’s just kind of overwhelming. I’ve been fighting my attraction to you for so long and now you’re here and…” He leans back just enough so that he can see Kurt’s face, all of the tension from earlier gone and replaced with the gentle understanding he’s grown to know so well in their months together.
“Please teach me,” Kurt whispers, expression slipping back into hesitance and unfiltered nerves. Sebastian nods and swallows, his throat feeling sticky, his palms sweating.
“On your knees,” he says. Kurt’s eyes widen and his mouth opens as if to speak, but he closes it and does as asked. He breaks eye contact as he sinks to the floor, a big departure from what Kurt normally does when preparing to give Sebastian head. Usually he’s all about keeping Sebastian’s gaze, about staring up at him through his lashes and looking so fucking coquettish with a mouthful of cock. But now he’s fidgeting and fussing with his pants before looking forward, finding himself face-to-face with Sebastian’s crotch.
“What do I do now?” Kurt asks, moving to grab onto Sebastian’s knees but changing his mind at the last second. Sebastian squares his shoulders and slides a hand over the top of Kurt’s head in a soothing manner.
“Unbutton and unzip my pants.”
With hands that are visibly shaking, Kurt reaches to do as instructed, fingers resolutely trying not to touch the hardening length of Sebastian’s cock through his pants more than he has to. Once Sebastian’s zipper is lowered, Kurt looks up at him, waiting for his next direction. Instead of having Kurt do this, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
“What should I do now?” Kurt asks as Sebastian pulls his underwear out and over his cock, securing the material below his balls and grabbing onto the base. Kurt’s eyes are almost crossed as he stares at Sebastian’s cock right in front of his face. He lets out a shaky breath, lips parting just enough so that his tongue can slide through to wet his lips.
“Do you still want to do this?” Kurt nods and breathes out, long, wet and warm, the air ghosting over Sebastian’s cock and making him moan. Guiding with the hand gripped tightly at the base of his cock-honestly, he fears that if he lest go he’ll wind up coming all over Kurt’s face, which isn’t an unappealing thought, but would bring things to a grinding halt-Sebastian moves the head of his cock down to rub against Kurt’s bottom lip, dragging along the spit-slicked skin. Kurt breathes in sharply through his nose and lets his eyelids fall shut. “Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open, please.”
Kurt’s eyes flick open immediately, staring up at Sebastian as he continues to rub his cock along Kurt’s lip. He pushes down then so he can get at the silky smooth back of Kurt’s bottom lip where everything’s so wet and tempting.
“You look so good like this, Kurt,” Sebastian says, petting over Kurt’s head again with his free hand before again pressing at the hinge of his jaw. “Now I want you to kiss it.”
“Kiss it?” Kurt asks, pulling back and looking at the flushed cock before him again. Sebastian nods and gives Kurt’s cheek an encouraging stroke with his thumb. Kurt ducks in and presses a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to the tip of Sebastian’s cock, prompting him to chomp down on the inside of his cheek in order to keep himself from laughing. He’s been wondering if Kurt would really be able to act like he has no idea what he’s doing, but he is so pulling it off. Sebastian’s chest warms and he feels hot all over and a little dizzy as Kurt blushes and bites on his bottom lip.
“You can kiss more than that. Deeper, like we did earlier,” Sebastian says and Kurt scoots forward a little so he has better access.
“Can I touch?” Kurt asks softly, eyes drifting shut as he speaks as if he doesn’t have the confidence to ask the question while looking at Sebastian.
“Absolutely.” Sebastian gives the base of his cock one more almost painful squeeze before releasing it and letting Kurt take over. Kurt swallows hard several times before he slowly-so fucking painfully slowly-takes hold of Sebastian’s cock right where he’d been holding it a moment earlier. “Oh fuck.”
“Am I hurting you?” Kurt asks quickly, loosening his grasp and looking terrified up at Sebastian.
“No. Not at all,” Sebastian says. “You can touch me the way you touch yourself. The way you used to after you left our lessons.” Kurt moans a little before stroking up the length of Sebastian’s cock tentatively. “That feels so good, Kurt.”
Kurt smiles a little, the kind of smile he does when he’s proud but doesn’t want to seem cocky, and it takes a great deal of restraint not to thrust hard into the curl of Kurt’s fist, to beg him to just suck his cock already. Kurt keeps stroking lightly, too lightly and he knows that but this Kurt doesn’t, and presses another kiss to Sebastian’s cock. And then another and another. Over and over Kurt kisses Sebastian’s cock until his lips have pressed against ever millimeter of it, and Sebastian’s leaking he’s so hard now, precome beading and the head purpling with need.
Kurt pulls back and runs a trembling finger over the slit, smearing precome and looking simultaneously aroused and bone-rattlingly nervous.
“Are you ready for something else?” Sebastian asks, reforming the words in his head about eight times rapid fire before landing on the only version that didn’t involve the words suck, hard, or rightfuckingnowpleaseKurt.
“I think so,” Kurt says, face turning impossibly redder. “Could I…?” He trails off and stares at his finger as it continues to glide around the head of Sebastian’s cock until it’s glistening and starting to really fucking hurt he’s so hard.
“You need to say it, Kurt. If you can’t say it, then you’re not ready to do it,” Sebastian says, trying to be firm but really just sounding like he’s turned on.
“Could I…” Kurt pauses and breathes, eyelids shut and lashes fanning out on his beautiful still-pink cheeks. “Suck you, please?”
“I would love that,” Sebastian says.
“Tell me what to do.”
“Open up,” Sebastian says, grasping his cock and giving it a few rough strokes to ease the tension in his body before guiding his cock inside of Kurt’s open and waiting mouth. He just puts the tip in, not wanting to overwhelm this Kurt, even though his Kurt swallows him down whole on the regular. “Okay, now close your lips around it and be careful of your teeth.” Kurt does as asked, perfect, full lips wrapping around Sebastian’s dick and just sitting there, waiting for his next instruction. “Now, you can use your tongue and you can suck.”
And Kurt does. Tentatively-so so tentatively-he starts to suckle at the head of Sebastian’s cock. Tongue tracing very specific patterns (up and down, back and forth, figure eight, up and down, back and forth, figure eight), Kurt works very diligently to please Sebastian. A look of pure concentration graces his handsome face and Sebastian trails his fingertips over Kurt’s cheek, feeling them hollow out with the force of the suction.
It’s not the kind of head Sebastian is used to getting, but something about it is so fucking hot. He never knew Kurt when he was like this. Even when they’d first met, long before they were anything other than mutually irritated acquaintances, Kurt had some sexual experience. His Kurt knows what he’s doing. And then some. He knows how to read Sebastian, how to play his cock like a fucking concertmaster knows how to play a violin.
“That feels so good,” Sebastian tells him. “Do you think you can take it a little deeper?” Kurt’s eyes open wider and the suction around his cock wanes. He pulls back, eyes trained on where his mouth had just been and nods.
“Yes, I’d like to try,” he says.
Before Sebastian can guide his cock back inside, Kurt’s leaning forward and doing it himself, using his hand to help bring Sebastian’s cock in deeper than before. It’s still not much, but it feels so good and the way Kurt’s cheeks are flaring red at the moan that Sebastian lets out causes his hips jerk a bit, thrusting more into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt pulls back with a sputter, bringing that surge of heat into Sebastian’s chest again. His stomach swoops a little as he looks down at Kurt, who he knows can take in a cock much deeper than that without incident and god Sebastian is just blown away at how far Kurt’s taking this, how he’s keeping it up so well.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says quickly. “I won’t do that again. Your mouth just feels so amazing, Kurt.”
“Thank you,” Kurt says softly, looking up at Sebastian through his lashes and grinning just a little.
“Is it okay for you?”
“Better than okay,” Kurt whispers, clearing his throat a little as he adjusts himself in his pants.
“Are you hard?”
“Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, sounding positively scandalized, his mouth dropping open.
“It’s okay if you are. It’s good. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not… I’ve just.” Kurt stops and swallows. “I’ve never… been hard in front of someone before.”
“I think it’s hot that you’re hard,” Sebastian says. “And I have every intention of making you feel as good as you’re making me feel, if you’ll let me.”
“I think I would like that a lot,” Kurt all but breathes out. “Can I… suck you again now?”
“Yes.”
Kurt shifts a little, clearly uncomfortable with being on his knees for so long, but takes gentle hold of Sebastian’s cock and brings it back into his mouth, immediately returning to the depth and level of suction he’d been using before Sebastian’s traitorous hips had gone against his will.
“Do you think you can try bobbing your head a bit?” Sebastian asks, lacing his fingers through the hair at the side of Kurt’s head. “I can help you if you’d like.” Kurt nods infinitesimally around Sebastian’s cock and moves his hands to Sebastian’s thighs, gripping handfuls of material and waiting for Sebastian’s next move.
Breathing deeply and willing his hips to actually do what they’re told now, Sebastian tightens his grip on Kurt’s hair and pulls him forward just a bit before urging his head back. Kurt can’t be taking in more than two inches, but his mouth is wet and hot, the suction perfect, Kurt’s eyes gorgeous and searching for approval as they look up into his.
“Can you put your hand around what you can’t reach with your mouth?” Sebastian asks. Kurt hums in aggreement, leaving Sebastian all but roaring at the vibrations. Seemingly emboldened, Kurt sucks harder and starts to move his head without waiting for Sebastian’s guidance, hand sliding up the front of his thigh to wrap tightly around the base of Sebastian’s cock. “Good, so good. Now… move your hand at the same time you move your mouth.” Sebastian’s panting at this point, Kurt’s devotion to doing precisely what Sebastian asks just too much for him.
Pressure is building in his balls, his entire cock aching with the need to come. Surges of heat and pleasure are coursing through his stomach, eyes unable to leave the sight of Kurt’s face as he continues to work over Sebastian’s cock. Toes curling into his shoes, he barely has time to grab Kurt’s hair and pull him back before he’s shouting, ropes of come decorating Kurt’s chin, nose, and cheeks as he just sits there gasping with blown-wide eyes.
“Oh god,” Sebastian groans, dick twitching as he drops to his knees and looks at Kurt more closely. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt says in amongst his heaving breaths, eyes cast downward, trying to catch a glimpse of the stuff that’s decorating his face. Normally, Sebastian would lean in and lick the come from Kurt’s face, but now isn’t the time for that.
“No, that shouldn’t have happened. It just snuck up on me a bit,” Sebastian admits. “Let me.” He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it up so he can use it to swipe the come from Kurt’s face. Each movement is careful, pressing just enough to remove the lines and then he presses kisses to Kurt’s face, unable to help himself from licking one little drop he’d left behind on purpose from the corner of Kurt’s mouth.
“Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, voice a little hoarse against Sebastian’s lips. He squirms a little. “You said earlier that you would… would you touch me, please?”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says with a smile. “Do you want me to do what you just did to me?” He can’t help but sound a little hopeful. Since first taste, Sebastian’s been a little addicted to all of the delicious flavors inherent to giving Kurt blowjobs.
“I… I don’t think I’m quite ready for that. Your hand? Maybe?” Kurt says, lips parted in such an enticing way that Sebastian can’t help but dive in for a deep kiss, tongue swirling around Kurt’s before sucking and biting lightly at his bottom lip. Kurt goes limp against him, hands clinging to Sebastian’s arms. “Please, Mr. Smythe.”
Sebastian doesn’t hesitate.
He reaches for the button of Kurt’s pants and makes quick work of undoing them, yanking them down a little before pulling Kurt’s hard cock out of his briefs.
“Oh,” Kurt gasps, eyes wide and so dark all of a sudden as he stares at Sebastian. “I…”
“Is this okay?” Sebastian asks, stroking his hand up and down slowly, palming over the head with each upstroke to aid the slide of his hand with precome.
“Oh yes. I’m… I think I’m…” Kurt huffs, each word coming out on a puff of air as he whimpers. His legs give out and he drops to sit on his feet, pulling Sebastian along with him and burying his face in Sebastian’s neck. Grinning, Sebastian starts to jerk Kurt off faster, his own cock trying to get hard again too quickly at the breathy sounds Kurt keeps making, at the mantra of Sebastian’s own name that Kurt keeps panting against the skin of his neck. “Mr. Smythe… Mr. Smythe… Mr. Smythe.”
Sebastian pulls back so that he can see Kurt’s face, his cheek smooshed against Sebastian’s shoulder. His eyes are clamped shut, mouth open and delivering a slew of heaving breaths and utterances of Sebastian’s name, face bright red and slackened into a look of pure, unhinged pleasure. Kurt’s hips start rocking into Sebastian’s fist, the words he’s saying melting into barely understandable murmurs interspersed with whining moans.
With gentle strokes that stand out in start contrast to the movements of his hand, Sebastian slides his fingers through Kurt’s hair and whispers encouraging, practically nonsensical things in his ear, coaxing him through these last few always overwhelming moments. He can’t stop staring at Kurt in wonder, wanting to pull him tight and kiss the very breath from him until they’re both unable to do anything other than just lay there and be together.
“I… I… I…” Kurt tries to get out but fails, his thought ending with a groan instead, his entire body going rigid as he comes hard. Honestly, it might be the hardest Sebastian’s ever seen Kurt come. His eyes glass over and he pulls Kurt close, paying no mind to the come all over his fingers, and presses kiss after kiss to Kurt’s face.
He means to say ‘Thank you,’ but what comes out instead is “I love you” for the very first time.
Kurt stills and pulls back a little, eyes still wide, no bit of his Kurt in sight.
“Mr. Smythe?” Kurt asks softly. Sebastian shakes his head and blinks hard, swiping quickly at the tear that falls down his cheek. Kurt makes a little strangled sound in his throat and leans in for a kiss. When he pulls back, the fierceness inherent to his Kurt is back and it’s Sebastian’s turn to sink into Kurt. “I love you, too.”
Sebastian moans and pulls Kurt in for another kiss, sucking at his lips and holding his face tight in his hands as if letting go means that Kurt will drift away.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?” Kurt asks, smoothing his hands up Sebastian’ arms until they’re clasped over Sebastian’s against his cheeks.
“Everything.”
“You’re welcome.”
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5000
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Roleplaying as teacher and student where the student is 18 years of age. Innocence!kink.
Summary: An offhand comment from Kurt sends Sebastian's brain into a tailspin, one that he can't get out of without trying something new.
A/N: Song title comes from 'Square One' by Coldplay.
From the moment Kurt and Sebastian’s sex life began-precisely three days after their romantic life started-they’ve always been completely open and honest with each other. Together, they’ve been able to explore desires neither had ever felt comfortable discussing with a partner before. Sebastian had finally been able to be with someone willing to pull a tie just this side of too tight around his neck just before he came and Kurt had finally gotten the chance to experiment with wax and ice. Their sex life is never boring, always changing, but it’s an offhand admission from Kurt that sends Sebastian’s brain into a complete tailspin.
“I once referred to myself as a baby penguin I was so nervous about sex. I wouldn’t even talk about it,” Kurt says, propped up against the headboard of the bed they share more nights than not as Sebastian cues up the video they’d made the night before.
Sebastian wants to prod, wants every detail of this painfully innocent Kurt, but the lovely image of Kurt riding him comes onto the screen and he temporarily forgets all about how his now sex-god of a boyfriend had once shied away from the topic entirely.
It’s nothing he’s ever considered before, always thought it was a little bit creepy to be perfectly honest, but he realizes now that it was only because he hadn’t dreamed up the right scenario. They always do this the same way, asking for something new. They think it out all the way first, have a specific plan in mind, and then they either put it into action or not.
Okay, they always put it into action.
Sebastian spends an entire afternoon at work practically storyboarding the encounter and has to forgo his afternoon cup of coffee before he’s too fucking hard under his desk to get up. That night over dinner, he tells Kurt his plan. To say that Kurt’s on board is an understatement.
And that’s how they find themselves standing beside Kurt’s upright piano in the living room, Kurt dressed in one of the more outlandish things he’d worn back when they’d first met in high school and Sebastian in a pair of dress slacks and button-up, fingers plunking out vocal warm-ups to ready Kurt’s upper register.
“Very good, Kurt,” Sebastian says as Kurt effortlessly hits a high G.
“Thank you, Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, blushing as he drops his gaze. Sebastian isn’t entirely proud of the fact that his dick twitches in his pants at the sudden ruddiness of Kurt’s cheeks.
“So, your NYADA audition is next week. Do you feel prepared?” Sebastian asks.
“I think so,” Kurt says softly, fingers fiddling with the foxtail attached to his belt. “Some of the high notes are tough to reach when I’m doing my choreography, though.” Sebastian nods and steps in closer, noticing how Kurt’s breath catches and his pupils dilate at the movement.
“Let’s work on your breathing then,” Sebastian says, stepping behind Kurt. “Is it okay if I put my hand on your stomach to see how your breath support is?” Kurt swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he nods. This isn’t like any vocal lesson Sebastian ever had. If they’d been more like this, he might not have skipped so many going through school.
He moves behind Kurt, stepping close enough to smell his cologne and the familiar combination of scents that mingle together from the products in Kurt’s hair. He allows his right hand to slip around Kurt’s waist to settle in over his diaphragm, pressing in lightly and feeling Kurt’s abs contract at the touch.
“Okay, sing for me. From the top,” Sebastian orders gently, thumb absently stroking over Kurt’s stomach.
“I…” Kurt starts, voice high and breathy. Sebastian closes his eyes and mouths a slew of swear words, willing himself not to get harder. “I can’t.”
“You can’t? Why not?”
“I’m nervous,” Kurt whispers, stomach practically fluttering beneath Sebastian’s palm from the rapidity of his breaths.
“If you’re nervous performing in front of me, how do you think you’re going to be able to do it in front of the Dean?” Sebastian asks. Kurt shakes his head slightly.
“No…” he hesitates, shoulders curling in as his posture deflates. “I’m not nervous about the singing.”
“Then what are you nervous about?”
“You,” Kurt says, voice barely audible. Sebastian pulls back his hand like he’s been burned.
“I made you uncomfortable,” he says, rounding Kurt and scrubbing a nervous hand over his forehead, skin vibrating with excitement at how damned good Kurt is at this. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
“No,” Kurt spits out quickly, face full of panic. “It’s not… I just….” His entire face burns red and his hands wring together.
“Then what is it?” Sebastian asks, voice firm as he hunches down a bit until they’re eye-to-eye. Kurt’s eyes flick up to meet his and the sight sucks the air from Sebastian’s lungs. They’re vivid and terrified and watery, leaving him looking so open and vulnerable that it takes all of Sebastian’s self-control not to scoop him up into his arms and hold him tight until it goes away.
“Being around you is…” Kurt pauses and looks up at Sebastian before again taking in the sight of his own toes. “Confusing.”
“How so? Do you not like my style of teaching?” he asks, knowing how ridiculous it is, but Kurt manages to play it out effortlessly.
“No. You’re a great teacher,” Kurt says, shaking his head lightly and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds. “It’s just that when I have my lessons here, I always leave feeling really…”
“Tired? Angry? Frustrated?” Sebastian supplies.
“Frustrated,” Kurt agrees with a small nod, still not making eye contact.
“Well, if you can tell me what I’m doing that’s frustrating you, I’ll stop. I like being your teacher, Kurt. We’ve made great progress together and I’d really like to see you through your audition,” Sebastian says.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Kurt says to his shoes. “That’s the problem. What you’re doing that’s making me frustrated… I don’t want you to stop.”
“You’re confusing me, Kurt,” Sebastian admits, leaning against the piano and crossing his arms across his chest.
“I’m sorry. I just… can’t tell you what it is.”
“Why not?”
Kurt squirms and turns his gaze to the ceiling, fingers twisting in the faux fur to the side of his thigh.
“It’s embarrassing,” Kurt says, practically whining. Sebastian huffs.
“Then I can’t be your teacher anymore,” he says, gathering up the sheet music on the piano and moving to walk away.
“No!” Kurt exclaims, reaching out and grabbing Sebastian’s hand, clutching so tightly Sebastian can feel how much Kurt is shaking. “Please don’t go. I’ll tell you. Just please don’t go.”
Sebastian nods and turns, looking expectantly at Kurt who is still squeezing his hand.
“I get really… warm during our lessons.”
“Do you want me to turn on the air conditioning?” Sebastian asks, loving the irritated look on Kurt’s face.
“Not that kind of warm,” Kurt says, voice quavering as his eyes visibly struggle to stay trained on Sebastian’s, desperately wanting to find the comfort and safety of some arbitrary spot on the wall. “I mean… warm. Hot.”
“Kurt, I don’t-“
“I think about you kissing me,” Kurt rushes out, sucking in a huge breath after he’s done and wrenching his hand from Sebastian’s to slap both over his mouth as he spins on the spot.
“Oh… oh,” Sebastian says, laying on the tone of realization especially thick. “Kurt...” He steps in close, hands ghosting over the strong lines of Kurt’s back as Kurt shakes with embarrassment in front of him. “I’ve thought about that, too.”
Kurt lets out a little strangled squeak into his hands.
“You don’t have to say that. I’m so embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Those kinds of feelings are completely natural.”
“It’s not right, though,” Kurt sighs, finally letting his hands drop. “I’ve just never thought these kinds of things before about someone and when I get home I just can’t help but-“ He stops, snapping his mouth shut hard and fast.
“You can’t help but what?” Sebastian asks, voice low and soft. Kurt’s eyes fall shut and he takes a deep breath.
“Touch myself,” he breathes out. A quiet growl rumbles through Sebastian’s chest and he reaches out a tentative hand to stroke down Kurt’s arm. Kurt lets out a breathy, shaky sigh and leans into the touch. “I don’t want to think about you that way, but I can’t help it.”
“Kurt, I can’t be your teacher anymore,” Sebastian says. Kurt sighs and looks up at him beneath his lashes, so beautiful and sweet and sad that Sebastian’s heart aches.
“But I want you to be.”
“I can’t be.”
“Why not?” Kurt asks, pout obvious in his voice. “My audition is coming up and I need you to help me.”
“No you don’t. You’re ready,” Sebastian says. “And besides, if I’m your teacher, I can’t do this.” He bends and presses his lips lightly against Kurt’s, a squawk rattling in Kurt’s throat as he grips hard onto Sebastian’s biceps.
“Oh,” Kurt breathes out when their lips part from the rather chaste kiss.
“Was that okay?” Sebastian asks.
“Oh yes,” Kurt sighs. “Could you… could you do that again?” Sebastian grins and lifts a hand to cup Kurt’s face, stroking his thumb across Kurt’s flushed cheekbone before leaning in to give Kurt another kiss, this one just as sweet and soft as the one before.
“You taste like cherries,” Sebastian says against Kurt’s lips, surprising even himself at the low rush of his voice.
“Chapstick,” Kurt whispers. “Please kiss me again, Mr. Smythe.”
“Call me Sebastian.”
“Okay, Mr. Smythe,” Kurt nods, eyes wide and trusting. Sebastian isn’t entirely responsible for his actions after that.
He slides the hand on Kurt’s cheek around to lace through the thick, silky hair on the back of Kurt’s head. With pulling, urgent lips, Sebastian kisses Kurt over and over, sucking on his bottom lip and effortlessly wrapping his free arm around Kurt’s waist to help hold him up when his knees buckle.
“Was that what you had in mind?” Sebastian asks against Kurt’s lips.
“Yes,” Kurt whimpers. “But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe… a little more?” Kurt asks. Sebastian smiles and presses another chaste kiss to Kurt’s full, kiss-swollen lips. If they were doing things as per usual, Kurt would have just slammed him against a wall and sucked Sebastian’s tongue into his mouth if that was what he wanted, but this Kurt can’t. He can’t and Sebastian can’t remember the last time he was so hard.
“More like… this?” Sebastian leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of Kurt’s mouth to the spot just below his ear that always makes him moan. Now is no exception.
“Oh.” Kurt’s grip on Sebastian’s arms tightens. “That’s nice.”
“Is that what you meant, though?”
“No,” Kurt says. “It’s okay, though. This is fine.”
“Since when has fine ever been enough in this room?” Sebastian asks, pulling back and looking firmly at Kurt. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me again, please,” Kurt begs, voice breathy and lips such a pretty pink. “But maybe… deeper this time?”
“You want me to use my tongue?”
Kurt slackens in his arms, eyes unfocused and dark. “Yes, please.”
Sebastian moans softly and kisses Kurt hard, sliding a hand against the side of Kurt’s neck and stroking gently over the joint of his jaw, silently urging him to open his mouth to Sebastian’s kisses. When Kurt obliges, Sebastian immediately strokes the very tip of his tongue against Kurt’s, sending a thrill through him all the way to the tips of his toes and making Kurt melt into his chest before quickly pulling back.
“Was that not okay?” Sebastian asks, not relinquishing his hold on the side of Kurt’s neck and crowding in close, feeling his cock stiffen as Kurt chews lightly on his bottom lip.
“It was too okay,” Kurt admits, reaching for Sebastian before yanking his hand back.
“You can touch me if you want to, Kurt.”
“I want to.” Kurt’s voice is barely audible and Sebastian uses his gentle hold on Kurt’s neck to angle his head up until they’re looking at each other again.
“How do you want to touch me?”
Kurt’s face and neck flush, the skin below Sebastian’s hand growing hot. He mumbles something that Sebastian can’t hear.
“Kurt, if you can’t tell me then we can’t do this,” he says, again resisting the urge to pull Kurt close.
“I said… I want to use… my mouth on you,” Kurt manages to get out, voice choked and small, face twisted into a look of pure embarrassment. A groan claws its way out of Sebastian’s throat and he steps in closer until Kurt’s body is a whisper away. “I have no idea what I’m doing, though. You’re such a good teacher, Mr. Smythe. Will you teach me?”
“God, Kurt,” Sebastian moans, tilting his forehead against Kurt’s and shutting his eyes to compose himself. The mask of his character is slipping away and he doesn’t want it to, but he’s feeling so much for Kurt in this moment because he’s trying so hard to do this because Sebastian had wanted to try. It’s more than he’s ever felt.
Honestly, it’s terrifying.
“Are you sure you want this, Mr. Smythe? I should go,” Kurt says, voice full of false resolution.
“No,” Sebastian orders, holding Kurt tight. “It’s just kind of overwhelming. I’ve been fighting my attraction to you for so long and now you’re here and…” He leans back just enough so that he can see Kurt’s face, all of the tension from earlier gone and replaced with the gentle understanding he’s grown to know so well in their months together.
“Please teach me,” Kurt whispers, expression slipping back into hesitance and unfiltered nerves. Sebastian nods and swallows, his throat feeling sticky, his palms sweating.
“On your knees,” he says. Kurt’s eyes widen and his mouth opens as if to speak, but he closes it and does as asked. He breaks eye contact as he sinks to the floor, a big departure from what Kurt normally does when preparing to give Sebastian head. Usually he’s all about keeping Sebastian’s gaze, about staring up at him through his lashes and looking so fucking coquettish with a mouthful of cock. But now he’s fidgeting and fussing with his pants before looking forward, finding himself face-to-face with Sebastian’s crotch.
“What do I do now?” Kurt asks, moving to grab onto Sebastian’s knees but changing his mind at the last second. Sebastian squares his shoulders and slides a hand over the top of Kurt’s head in a soothing manner.
“Unbutton and unzip my pants.”
With hands that are visibly shaking, Kurt reaches to do as instructed, fingers resolutely trying not to touch the hardening length of Sebastian’s cock through his pants more than he has to. Once Sebastian’s zipper is lowered, Kurt looks up at him, waiting for his next direction. Instead of having Kurt do this, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
“What should I do now?” Kurt asks as Sebastian pulls his underwear out and over his cock, securing the material below his balls and grabbing onto the base. Kurt’s eyes are almost crossed as he stares at Sebastian’s cock right in front of his face. He lets out a shaky breath, lips parting just enough so that his tongue can slide through to wet his lips.
“Do you still want to do this?” Kurt nods and breathes out, long, wet and warm, the air ghosting over Sebastian’s cock and making him moan. Guiding with the hand gripped tightly at the base of his cock-honestly, he fears that if he lest go he’ll wind up coming all over Kurt’s face, which isn’t an unappealing thought, but would bring things to a grinding halt-Sebastian moves the head of his cock down to rub against Kurt’s bottom lip, dragging along the spit-slicked skin. Kurt breathes in sharply through his nose and lets his eyelids fall shut. “Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open, please.”
Kurt’s eyes flick open immediately, staring up at Sebastian as he continues to rub his cock along Kurt’s lip. He pushes down then so he can get at the silky smooth back of Kurt’s bottom lip where everything’s so wet and tempting.
“You look so good like this, Kurt,” Sebastian says, petting over Kurt’s head again with his free hand before again pressing at the hinge of his jaw. “Now I want you to kiss it.”
“Kiss it?” Kurt asks, pulling back and looking at the flushed cock before him again. Sebastian nods and gives Kurt’s cheek an encouraging stroke with his thumb. Kurt ducks in and presses a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to the tip of Sebastian’s cock, prompting him to chomp down on the inside of his cheek in order to keep himself from laughing. He’s been wondering if Kurt would really be able to act like he has no idea what he’s doing, but he is so pulling it off. Sebastian’s chest warms and he feels hot all over and a little dizzy as Kurt blushes and bites on his bottom lip.
“You can kiss more than that. Deeper, like we did earlier,” Sebastian says and Kurt scoots forward a little so he has better access.
“Can I touch?” Kurt asks softly, eyes drifting shut as he speaks as if he doesn’t have the confidence to ask the question while looking at Sebastian.
“Absolutely.” Sebastian gives the base of his cock one more almost painful squeeze before releasing it and letting Kurt take over. Kurt swallows hard several times before he slowly-so fucking painfully slowly-takes hold of Sebastian’s cock right where he’d been holding it a moment earlier. “Oh fuck.”
“Am I hurting you?” Kurt asks quickly, loosening his grasp and looking terrified up at Sebastian.
“No. Not at all,” Sebastian says. “You can touch me the way you touch yourself. The way you used to after you left our lessons.” Kurt moans a little before stroking up the length of Sebastian’s cock tentatively. “That feels so good, Kurt.”
Kurt smiles a little, the kind of smile he does when he’s proud but doesn’t want to seem cocky, and it takes a great deal of restraint not to thrust hard into the curl of Kurt’s fist, to beg him to just suck his cock already. Kurt keeps stroking lightly, too lightly and he knows that but this Kurt doesn’t, and presses another kiss to Sebastian’s cock. And then another and another. Over and over Kurt kisses Sebastian’s cock until his lips have pressed against ever millimeter of it, and Sebastian’s leaking he’s so hard now, precome beading and the head purpling with need.
Kurt pulls back and runs a trembling finger over the slit, smearing precome and looking simultaneously aroused and bone-rattlingly nervous.
“Are you ready for something else?” Sebastian asks, reforming the words in his head about eight times rapid fire before landing on the only version that didn’t involve the words suck, hard, or rightfuckingnowpleaseKurt.
“I think so,” Kurt says, face turning impossibly redder. “Could I…?” He trails off and stares at his finger as it continues to glide around the head of Sebastian’s cock until it’s glistening and starting to really fucking hurt he’s so hard.
“You need to say it, Kurt. If you can’t say it, then you’re not ready to do it,” Sebastian says, trying to be firm but really just sounding like he’s turned on.
“Could I…” Kurt pauses and breathes, eyelids shut and lashes fanning out on his beautiful still-pink cheeks. “Suck you, please?”
“I would love that,” Sebastian says.
“Tell me what to do.”
“Open up,” Sebastian says, grasping his cock and giving it a few rough strokes to ease the tension in his body before guiding his cock inside of Kurt’s open and waiting mouth. He just puts the tip in, not wanting to overwhelm this Kurt, even though his Kurt swallows him down whole on the regular. “Okay, now close your lips around it and be careful of your teeth.” Kurt does as asked, perfect, full lips wrapping around Sebastian’s dick and just sitting there, waiting for his next instruction. “Now, you can use your tongue and you can suck.”
And Kurt does. Tentatively-so so tentatively-he starts to suckle at the head of Sebastian’s cock. Tongue tracing very specific patterns (up and down, back and forth, figure eight, up and down, back and forth, figure eight), Kurt works very diligently to please Sebastian. A look of pure concentration graces his handsome face and Sebastian trails his fingertips over Kurt’s cheek, feeling them hollow out with the force of the suction.
It’s not the kind of head Sebastian is used to getting, but something about it is so fucking hot. He never knew Kurt when he was like this. Even when they’d first met, long before they were anything other than mutually irritated acquaintances, Kurt had some sexual experience. His Kurt knows what he’s doing. And then some. He knows how to read Sebastian, how to play his cock like a fucking concertmaster knows how to play a violin.
“That feels so good,” Sebastian tells him. “Do you think you can take it a little deeper?” Kurt’s eyes open wider and the suction around his cock wanes. He pulls back, eyes trained on where his mouth had just been and nods.
“Yes, I’d like to try,” he says.
Before Sebastian can guide his cock back inside, Kurt’s leaning forward and doing it himself, using his hand to help bring Sebastian’s cock in deeper than before. It’s still not much, but it feels so good and the way Kurt’s cheeks are flaring red at the moan that Sebastian lets out causes his hips jerk a bit, thrusting more into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt pulls back with a sputter, bringing that surge of heat into Sebastian’s chest again. His stomach swoops a little as he looks down at Kurt, who he knows can take in a cock much deeper than that without incident and god Sebastian is just blown away at how far Kurt’s taking this, how he’s keeping it up so well.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says quickly. “I won’t do that again. Your mouth just feels so amazing, Kurt.”
“Thank you,” Kurt says softly, looking up at Sebastian through his lashes and grinning just a little.
“Is it okay for you?”
“Better than okay,” Kurt whispers, clearing his throat a little as he adjusts himself in his pants.
“Are you hard?”
“Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, sounding positively scandalized, his mouth dropping open.
“It’s okay if you are. It’s good. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not… I’ve just.” Kurt stops and swallows. “I’ve never… been hard in front of someone before.”
“I think it’s hot that you’re hard,” Sebastian says. “And I have every intention of making you feel as good as you’re making me feel, if you’ll let me.”
“I think I would like that a lot,” Kurt all but breathes out. “Can I… suck you again now?”
“Yes.”
Kurt shifts a little, clearly uncomfortable with being on his knees for so long, but takes gentle hold of Sebastian’s cock and brings it back into his mouth, immediately returning to the depth and level of suction he’d been using before Sebastian’s traitorous hips had gone against his will.
“Do you think you can try bobbing your head a bit?” Sebastian asks, lacing his fingers through the hair at the side of Kurt’s head. “I can help you if you’d like.” Kurt nods infinitesimally around Sebastian’s cock and moves his hands to Sebastian’s thighs, gripping handfuls of material and waiting for Sebastian’s next move.
Breathing deeply and willing his hips to actually do what they’re told now, Sebastian tightens his grip on Kurt’s hair and pulls him forward just a bit before urging his head back. Kurt can’t be taking in more than two inches, but his mouth is wet and hot, the suction perfect, Kurt’s eyes gorgeous and searching for approval as they look up into his.
“Can you put your hand around what you can’t reach with your mouth?” Sebastian asks. Kurt hums in aggreement, leaving Sebastian all but roaring at the vibrations. Seemingly emboldened, Kurt sucks harder and starts to move his head without waiting for Sebastian’s guidance, hand sliding up the front of his thigh to wrap tightly around the base of Sebastian’s cock. “Good, so good. Now… move your hand at the same time you move your mouth.” Sebastian’s panting at this point, Kurt’s devotion to doing precisely what Sebastian asks just too much for him.
Pressure is building in his balls, his entire cock aching with the need to come. Surges of heat and pleasure are coursing through his stomach, eyes unable to leave the sight of Kurt’s face as he continues to work over Sebastian’s cock. Toes curling into his shoes, he barely has time to grab Kurt’s hair and pull him back before he’s shouting, ropes of come decorating Kurt’s chin, nose, and cheeks as he just sits there gasping with blown-wide eyes.
“Oh god,” Sebastian groans, dick twitching as he drops to his knees and looks at Kurt more closely. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt says in amongst his heaving breaths, eyes cast downward, trying to catch a glimpse of the stuff that’s decorating his face. Normally, Sebastian would lean in and lick the come from Kurt’s face, but now isn’t the time for that.
“No, that shouldn’t have happened. It just snuck up on me a bit,” Sebastian admits. “Let me.” He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it up so he can use it to swipe the come from Kurt’s face. Each movement is careful, pressing just enough to remove the lines and then he presses kisses to Kurt’s face, unable to help himself from licking one little drop he’d left behind on purpose from the corner of Kurt’s mouth.
“Mr. Smythe,” Kurt says, voice a little hoarse against Sebastian’s lips. He squirms a little. “You said earlier that you would… would you touch me, please?”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says with a smile. “Do you want me to do what you just did to me?” He can’t help but sound a little hopeful. Since first taste, Sebastian’s been a little addicted to all of the delicious flavors inherent to giving Kurt blowjobs.
“I… I don’t think I’m quite ready for that. Your hand? Maybe?” Kurt says, lips parted in such an enticing way that Sebastian can’t help but dive in for a deep kiss, tongue swirling around Kurt’s before sucking and biting lightly at his bottom lip. Kurt goes limp against him, hands clinging to Sebastian’s arms. “Please, Mr. Smythe.”
Sebastian doesn’t hesitate.
He reaches for the button of Kurt’s pants and makes quick work of undoing them, yanking them down a little before pulling Kurt’s hard cock out of his briefs.
“Oh,” Kurt gasps, eyes wide and so dark all of a sudden as he stares at Sebastian. “I…”
“Is this okay?” Sebastian asks, stroking his hand up and down slowly, palming over the head with each upstroke to aid the slide of his hand with precome.
“Oh yes. I’m… I think I’m…” Kurt huffs, each word coming out on a puff of air as he whimpers. His legs give out and he drops to sit on his feet, pulling Sebastian along with him and burying his face in Sebastian’s neck. Grinning, Sebastian starts to jerk Kurt off faster, his own cock trying to get hard again too quickly at the breathy sounds Kurt keeps making, at the mantra of Sebastian’s own name that Kurt keeps panting against the skin of his neck. “Mr. Smythe… Mr. Smythe… Mr. Smythe.”
Sebastian pulls back so that he can see Kurt’s face, his cheek smooshed against Sebastian’s shoulder. His eyes are clamped shut, mouth open and delivering a slew of heaving breaths and utterances of Sebastian’s name, face bright red and slackened into a look of pure, unhinged pleasure. Kurt’s hips start rocking into Sebastian’s fist, the words he’s saying melting into barely understandable murmurs interspersed with whining moans.
With gentle strokes that stand out in start contrast to the movements of his hand, Sebastian slides his fingers through Kurt’s hair and whispers encouraging, practically nonsensical things in his ear, coaxing him through these last few always overwhelming moments. He can’t stop staring at Kurt in wonder, wanting to pull him tight and kiss the very breath from him until they’re both unable to do anything other than just lay there and be together.
“I… I… I…” Kurt tries to get out but fails, his thought ending with a groan instead, his entire body going rigid as he comes hard. Honestly, it might be the hardest Sebastian’s ever seen Kurt come. His eyes glass over and he pulls Kurt close, paying no mind to the come all over his fingers, and presses kiss after kiss to Kurt’s face.
He means to say ‘Thank you,’ but what comes out instead is “I love you” for the very first time.
Kurt stills and pulls back a little, eyes still wide, no bit of his Kurt in sight.
“Mr. Smythe?” Kurt asks softly. Sebastian shakes his head and blinks hard, swiping quickly at the tear that falls down his cheek. Kurt makes a little strangled sound in his throat and leans in for a kiss. When he pulls back, the fierceness inherent to his Kurt is back and it’s Sebastian’s turn to sink into Kurt. “I love you, too.”
Sebastian moans and pulls Kurt in for another kiss, sucking at his lips and holding his face tight in his hands as if letting go means that Kurt will drift away.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?” Kurt asks, smoothing his hands up Sebastian’ arms until they’re clasped over Sebastian’s against his cheeks.
“Everything.”
“You’re welcome.”