[ AU // Closed log with Kurt // WIP: Part 3 of 4 ]

[frankengleek]

That bite to his neck pulls a whimper from Kurt's lips, but that's nothing compared to the high keen that escapes the moment Finn wraps his fingers around his cock. And the noise that Finn makes, that almost-growl, sets his entire body tingling, an almost electric feeling not unlike the state his stepbrother has found himself in. Without even realizing he's doing it, he's trembling again, an action which evolves into a hard shudder when Finn touches the sensitive head of his cock, and an involuntary jerk of his hips combined with a stuttering whine high in his throat when a finger swipes over his even more sensitive slit.

At the moment, he's a little too distracted to care (or notice, for that matter) how noisy he's being. He's even forgotten for a second about touching Finn, but rectifies that momentary lapse by swirling his thumb over the head of Finn's cock and wrapping his fingers around the length again. Panting, he brings his free hand up to run along Finn's arm, trailing his fingers down until he's able to lead Finn's non-busy hand back up. Without giving it a second thought, he kisses the other boy's palm, each of his fingertips; he's being completely driven now by his emotions, the desire and want and love and need threatening to make his heart burst with their intensity. He murmurs against the skin of Finn's wrist, between kisses, "When you say.. that you want all of me... Does that entail... Sleeping with me?" He rather suspects it does, but he really doesn't want to risk having misinterpreted Finn's intentions. Better to make absolutely certain.

Finn nods dumbly for a moment, sort of stunned from the combination of Kurt's insanely attractive noises, the hand around his cock (steadier now, tight and slow and making him see stars from the pleasure zipping up and down his spine before setting off fireworks in his head), and the soft pressure and warmth of kisses against his hand. It's such a powerful mixture, making him feel so many things all at once, that he's just as close to bursting from the intensity of it all as Kurt is.

"Y-yeah," he manages to murmur between pants for air, even as he rolls his hips rhythmically, needily against Kurt's busy hand--a slightly better answer as Finn brings his own hand back down again, pulling his wrist from Kurt's lips to instead trace his fingers over them. God, his mouth is fucking unreal, how had he not ever noticed that before? Red and plush under his fingertips, warm--so soft, so, so soft, and all Finn can think about it kissing it more, tasting and biting at those red lips, or seeing them stretched wide around his throbbing cock--

Swallowing, he lets out a shaky breath, his other hand keeping up the same slow strokes of Kurt's cock, the little squeezes, thumb pressing over the head, that his stepbrother is doing to him. He needs more, more of Kurt's pleasure, more of his own. "Yeah, I...I wanna...sleep with you," Finn answers a little better yet, and even saying it...thinking about it is only working him up more.

And hearing Finn say it forces another whimper and a heated shiver out of Kurt. As much as he wants to just keep going, there are a few things he needs to do in order for this not to end in disaster. First, while leaning up to press a kiss to Finn's lips, he reaches an arm out to pull something from his bedside drawer - a tube of organic body lotion which he sets next to them on the bed. He breaks the kiss, then, though he can't help but linger for a moment, fighting an overwhelming desire to kiss him again, before finally he pulls away to fish his phone out of the pocket of his discarded pants. He texts Blaine, blushing as he asks the other Dalton student to do him a favor - give him a heads up if the nightly room-checker stops by Blaine's (which is down the hall from Kurt's room, and always one of the first to be checked). Blaine replies quickly, allowing Kurt only enough time after his first text to give Finn a shy smile and a "Making sure we won't get caught" as way of explanation before the other boy's text arrives, saying he'll keep a lookout (as well as the appropriate but unnecessary question "But isn't your guy a little too big to stash under the bed?", to which Kurt does not respond). The phone is then exiled to the bedside table (with its ringer on, of course), and Kurt once again resumes kissing Finn, this time sitting up to do so, hands in Finn's hair a whispered words between each eager press of lips, "Do you.. know what to do.. Or should I...?" His words trail off as his kisses get deeper, hands slipping to rest at the back of Finn's neck.

Kurt shifting around like that makes Finn push himself up on his hands to allow room for it, catching the lingering kiss slowly before the smaller boy pulls back, and Finn's eyes fall to the tube beside them...which somewhere between nerves and anticipation makes him grin, because of course it would be something organic and expensive, even for the requisite teenage boy's bottle of lotion by the bedside. Before he's able to comment on it, though (and all in all it's probably best that he's cut off before he says anything too stupid), Kurt's leaning over and fishing his phone out of his pants, making him lean back.

Finn nods a little at the quick explanation, but the renewed flush over his cheeks, slight tinges over all that clear, milk-white skin...oh god, getting a good look at him now only makes Finn's ache for him deepen; he's lithe yet slightly curvy, raw sensuality, beautiful. Even though Kurt's busy texting, Finn moves, gravitating closer, completely unable to help it--his fingers find that slim waist again, lips to his shoulder, moving up, until Finn's breathing the slightly-sweet scent of Kurt's hair, and biting gently along the rim of his stepbrother's ear.

A moment later the phone is discarded and Kurt's lips are on his own again, and Finn responds hungrily, with each kiss nipping softly at that plush mouth, loving the feeling of those slim fingers in his hair. The question almost doesn't make sense at first, he's too absorbed in what he's feeling to process very well, but...oh. The implications make him shiver with intense lust, and he shakes his head a little, murmuring in between those deepened kisses, "I--I don't...know...not exactly, I...mn...show me..." (He's a visual learner, after all. And he doesn't want to screw this up by doing something wrong...after all, he's never...slept with another guy before.)

The bite to his ear makes Kurt shudder, that pink tinge spreading down his neck, dusting over his collar bones. For a moment he actually climbs into Finn's lap to keep kissing him. Then he remembers what Finn's murmured response was, and pulls away (not without some reluctance). "First you should... These.." He hooks a finger in a beltloop on Finn's jeans. "Need to come off. If I'm giving you..my virginity..then we're doing this the right way... Which means sans all clothing," he whispers before taking his hand away and laying back down on the bed. He picks the tube up and examines it in his hand for a moment as he waits for Finn to finish disrobing, then turns his gaze back to his stepbrother to watch him with half-lidded, darkened eyes. Again he feels that little surge of self-confidence, a bold and seductive feeling brought about by the knowledge of what they plan to do, the knowledge that Finn wants it, wants him. It makes him shiver, puts an altogether wicked idea into his head. He shifts his legs apart, knees bent slightly and thighs parted as he opens the tube in his hand and squirts a small amount of lotion onto his palm. The tube gets set aside and the lotion is used to coat several of Kurt's fingers before he slips his hand down between his legs. But instead of going for his cock, he passes it entirely, arches his back some off the bed... And circles his entrance with one slick finger, unable to bite back a soft whimper as the tip prods gently at the small, puckered ring. And during the carrying out of this wicked idea, Kurt's gaze never wanders from Finn's.

Finn doesn't need to be told twice to get rid of the stupid jeans--he'd been overheating already, and they'd been more or less hanging off of his hips in the first place, he'd just been too captivated by...everything, by every touch, every kiss, every inch of soft skin under his fingers, to really have the capacity to bother taking them off before being told to. It only takes him a moment, as he pushes both the jeans and the boxers beneath them off, and he kicks them to the floor. No point in being modest by now, he figures (though he does flush very slightly regardless).

The seductive look on Kurt's face draws Finn's attention back, and a slow shiver makes goosebumps raise up all over his skin--there's a lot implied in that look, and really...there's no denying the effect it has on him. He's helpless to this onslaught of arousal, running so much higher than he's ever felt it, and as scary of a thought as it is (or at least should be), he wants it all so badly it nearly hurts.

Finn's eyes follow the slow movements of Kurt's fingers. The bottle, the lotion, the way Kurt coats the slim digits--and Finn sort of starts connecting the dots here. Oh god, is he about to...right there in front of him? His cock gives a very (very) interested twitch, and Finn licks his lips, watching hungrily as those slick digits find their way down, as Kurt's back arches slightly, as he whimpers and lightly teases his entrance. Eyes darkened, Finn shudders, and his restless hands come up of their own free will, stroking encouragingly along the length of Kurt's legs--and finding particular fascination with the impossibly soft skin of his inner thighs. "Don't stop," he murmurs, asking, wanting, needing more of this visual, "Keep...keep going."

Finn's stare, his touch, his words, his voice... Kurt can't remember ever being so aroused, he feels like he's overheating. A small gasp escapes him as the first finger slips inside. He shifts his legs, arches further, shivers. Already he's panting again, concentrating on working that single digit in and out until he's certain he's slick enough for the second... And when he manages the second, scissors the two inside of himself, several more whimpers fall from his lips. "F-finn," he murmurs with a whine, legs instinctively spreading further apart, knees bending more - this gives him more leverage to arch higher.. On the next retreat of his fingers, he crooks them slightly, brushing over that sensitive spot inside that he's only vaguely familiar with. His head tilts back suddenly, mouth falling open with a gasp as his body shudders hard. The non-busy hand comes up to grip Finn's shoulder, Kurt's eyes fluttering shut as he shifts his concentration to touching that spot again, that spot which had sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight up his spine while simultaneously filling his body with more waves of heat, made every muscle inside of him momentarily clench, left him a quivering and whimpering mess, desperate for the touch again.

It's going to kill him. This is all absolutely going to kill him. His cock is already so hard it hurts, but Finn's completely frozen in place, just watching, staring. He can't look away--those slim fingers sinking slowly into Kurt's body, twitching in a certain way that makes him tense and shiver and whine...god, he's never seen anything so attractive in his life. Vaguely, Finn realizes he's panting a bit, and he's not even getting touched right now.

...Until Kurt's hand grabs hold of his shoulder, those fingers clutching tight, and that brings Finn out of his stupor a little. Enough that he's able to move, at least...and move he does. He leans forward and over the smaller boy to kiss that parted mouth, because he has to kiss Kurt like this, he has to feel those shaky breaths and whimpers against his own lips, has to feel Kurt's pleasure. Swallowing, Finn's fingers drift inward a little...to the very inside of the softness of Kurt's inner thigh, down just a bit, pausing there.

"I..can I...?" he manages to murmur brokenly in the small space of shared breath between them, and that's really the best he can do, the most articulate he can be. He wants, more than anything, to give Kurt the pleasure he's giving himself; Finn wants to be the reason Kurt's writhing underneath him, making those sounds. It might take him a second to get it right, but...Finn's good at learning as he goes, and he's confident he'd be able to figure it out quickly. "I...I want to..."

Finn certainly doesn't need to ask twice. After returning those breathless kisses, he eases his fingers back out with a whimper. Kurt takes up the lotion in his other hand before pressing the tube into Finn's hand. Similarly panting, he tilts his head to press a kiss to his stepbrother's temple, whispering, "Do it.. One a-at a time..." The gaze he sets upon Finn is smoldering, passionate.. Yet behind all that heat is the same adoration, enrapture that he's looked upon the other boy with since the first day they'd met. Even during that rocky phase, he couldn't completely shut off that feeling... And after all that, now it feels even stronger than before. There's this sudden urge, pulling at him, to tell Finn that he loves him, to tell him in those exact words... Which is a bad idea, isn't it? After all, Finn already knows, Kurt's already confessed even if he didn't outright say 'I love you'... And besides, it would be taking a huge risk - such a blunt declaration of love would most likely result in freaking Finn out... Right? It's truly conflicting; his heart aches with the need to speak those words, yet he's scared to death of running Finn off when they're already so close.

In the end, he keeps his mouth shut, at least for now... Instead of speaking the words, he tries to convey the message with soft touches and sweet, lingering kisses, to every inch of the taller teen he can reach in their current position - mouth, cheeks, jaw, neck, ears, brow, everything.

A look like that...makes Finn feel a whole lot of things at once. A lot of things that he can't sort through in the slightest at the moment...but most prominently, it makes him feel warmer, so much warmer, like the temperature in the room had spiked about a thousand degrees. God, Kurt's eyes are so dark gazing up at him, pressing that tube into his hand...it's a look he's both never seen before, and is intimately acquainted with. It's the way Kurt always used to look at him, but amplified, with a sheen of heated desire over it. It's almost too intense for Finn to keep looking.

Besides, he has a bit of a distraction--er, at hand, to think about now--and either way, Kurt's leaning up and kissing all over his face now, and Finn's eyelids droop a little at the feeling. It's important and he knows it, but he's so eager, so wanting, that dwelling on it simply isn't an option. He nods a little, breath shuddering.

With slightly shaking hands, Finn pops the cap of the lotion and pours a bit out onto his fingers...probably even a bit more than he'd actually need, but, well, better safe than sorry. He coats them carefully, and brings his hand down slowly between Kurt's legs, propping himself up on his other arm so he can watch Kurt's expression. One slick fingertip moves in, finding that small pucker and gently rubbing against it...oh god, he's about to actually do this, isn't he? A long shiver rolls down Finn's spine, eyes darkening hungrily as he presses that finger slowly forward, sinking it in inch by inch, and he can't help the low moan that escapes him from the feeling of such tight heat clenching around the digit. "...god, Kurt, you're so--" he mumbles, but it trails off as he tries moving that finger, gently thrusting for a long moment...before he can't resist the allure of more, and works a second finger in beside the first.

Kurt's onslaught of kisses halts as Finn eases that first finger inside of him. His breath catches a moment, then he resumes panting, his head falling back against a pillow. As Finn works that single digit in and out, Kurt's hips move instinctively, first rocking gently forward, then moving in a slow circular motion, his back arching slightly. Whimpering softly again and again, this pattern is interrupted with a gasp when a second finger is added. The smaller boy's body trembles, his inner muscles tensing at first before relaxing around the intruding digits. Finn's fingers are larger than his own slim ones, the feeling of them inside him is distinctly different... And vastly better. The thicker digits stretch him pleasantly. Suddenly he finds himself filled with a restlessness in addition to his desperation, and he can't keep still. His legs shift, knees bend and straighten, hips jerk, hands slide down Finn's arms to grip his biceps. His voice rises higher, noises more frequent. His eyelids flutter, his breathing picks up. "Finn... D-do it.. I.. I need..." He trails off with a needy whine. He needs more, needs it needs it needs it.

The tightness around his fingers is fucking unreal, and Finn keeps shivering in tandem with Kurt--at first the smaller boy's restless movements make him worry that it's too much, that he's hurting him, but those sounds...those incredibly hot little gasps and whimpers and whines tell him otherwise. Finn shifts up a little, unintentionally looming a little over his stepbrother as he gets a better angle. He nods a little, wordlessly, when Kurt desperately urges him on--words can't even begin to form, there's only instinct, need.

He's gentle but insistent when he moves forward again, scissoring those two fingers inside of Kurt's body a few times, stretching him further. Finn's not...completely sure of what he's doing, but he remembers the way Kurt's fingers had been twitching slightly, the way that he'd quivered and nearly cried out, and he wants that reaction. He wants to see Kurt absolutely lost in pleasure because of him (and the fact that even the thought of it is pretty much the hottest thing he's ever imagined is strange but there it is, and oh god he wants it).

Taking in a slow breath, Finn rocks his fingers back in, past the second knuckles--and on a whim, he crooks those fingers, pressing gently upward, stroking. "L-like...like this?" he manages, and his voice has plunged even deeper into his throat.

Suddenly Kurt cries out, hips giving a jerk as an uncontrollable shiver travels through him. Finn's deliberate strokes against that sensitive spot is far more intense than the feather-light touch of his own he'd reacted to earlier. Kurt practically keens, fingers tightening their clutch of Finn's arms as he arches beneath him. "Ye.. Yes," he pants brokenly, head tilting back and mouth falling open once again as he tries to catch his breath - that incredible wave of pleasure that the larger teen had caused within him having practically stolen his breath away. "Th-there," he confirms in a murmur, "Just... Just like that..."

His eyes had fluttered shut but reopen now to rest his gaze on Finn again... And the way his stepbrother is practically looming over him like that sends an inexplicable thrill through him, pulling a whine from his throat. And then there's also the heat of Finn's gaze as their eyes meet - heat and desire and a plethora of unnamed, deeper emotions shining in those darkened brown eyes of his. It's enough to make Kurt feel like he's melting, targeted by such a look, at the mercy of such an intense gaze... He has no idea that his own is nearly just as bad, lacking only, perhaps, the hint of possessiveness that Finn's might hold. ...A part of Kurt actually feels he should look away, that he's laying himself too vulnerable by locking eyes with Finn this way, particularly considering what they're doing... But a much larger, more insistent part of him feels that's exactly the point, that's exactly what he intends to do: lay himself completely vulnerable before Finn... Because Finn is the only one that can understand his vulnerabilities, and maybe even love him for them.

There's certainly the look of possessiveness in Finn's eyes, especially in lieu of a reaction like that--seeing Kurt suddenly undone, unrestrained, pleasure written all over his features as he arches high and cries out higher...it just makes Finn want more of it; seeing him like this is easily the most erotic, beautiful thing he's ever seen. At the encouraging words, Finn nods again, and begins slipping his fingers out partway before rocking them back in against that spot he'd found, each time letting the digits twitch slightly to rub against it--an achingly slow rhythm.

And he can't seem to tear his eyes from Kurt's, once their gazes are locked, even as he pants for air. It's beyond intense, the way his stepbrother is looking up at him...those green eyes dark, pupils blown wide, and...open like a book; Finn can see everything, all the lust and desire, the hurt, the fear, the love. No one has ever looked at him like this before, feeling so many things so plainly...feeling so many things for him, because of him, and it's wonderful and terrifying all at once. (Partially because...he's slightly aware that his own gaze can't be too different from this, right now.)

The only possible reaction Finn can muster is a soft moan and he leans forward, catching Kurt's lips with his own, soft and warm and slightly damp with hot breath. His busy fingers rock a bit slower yet--he wants, more than anything, to draw each beautiful, aching reaction that he can out of the smaller boy.

Another hard shudder works through Kurt's body, his restless legs shifting, parting further, knees bumping in against the outside of Finn's thighs before falling back open. His hands are just as restless, moving over Finn's arms, his shoulders, his back... Fingers guiding them to his face, tracing along his jaw, neck, ears... Finally it's too much and he needs something solid to hold on to. His arms come up over his head, hands gripping the headboard tightly, clinging desperately in an attempt to keep himself grounded as pleasure and need threaten to take him over completely. He gets out a few high, almost guttural noises before they're muffled by Finn's mouth. Kurt's not complaining - for one, he was mildly aware that he was being a little too loud, and more importantly Finn's kisses only serve to drive his need higher, stimulate him further.

He returns the kiss as well as he can (what with being sort of really distracted by the slow rock-twitch-rub of Finn's busy fingers), parting his lips for his stepbrother and tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Even though this kiss has effectively broken their locked gaze, the smaller boy can still feel all of those emotions he'd read in Finn's eyes. His heart aches more than ever; his physical need to be taken and filled combining with his emotional need to be connected with Finn, to be as close as physically possible. The combination is making him beyond desperate, and his body reacts accordingly: hips rocking down against Finn's fingers and needy little whines rising from his throat.

Finn can't help but take advantage once Kurt's lips part for him; he dips his tongue into that open mouth, running it along Kurt's, teasing with the very tip. Every press of the smaller boy's hips onto his hand is sending little pulses of heat running through his veins, and Finn follows the rhythm of Kurt's body, slipping his fingers deeper each time. It's incredible--the feel of the tight, slick clench around his digits slowly easing, becoming more pliant. He makes some subvocal noise in the back of his throat--he can feel Kurt's desperation, the pure wanting for more, and god, Finn wants it too, but...

But this is too good. Kurt is too fucking beautiful, clinging to the headboard behind his head and moaning helplessly into his mouth, skin flushed hot and shivers running all over him from the pleasure that Finn is giving him. He breaks the kiss to pant for air (and for a better view, if he's going to be honest), licking the taste of his stepbrother's lips from his mouth and shuddering. "God, Kurt," he whispers, almost in (deeply aroused) awe, "You're so...god, you should see yourself..."

And then...more than just wanting to see more of this, if they're going to keep going down this path (and he does, god he does), Finn is...a l-little big in that department, and it's likely that he might hurt the smaller boy if he doesn't work Kurt open a little more first. So, taking a bit of a breath in, he gently presses in with a third lotion-slicked finger, letting it join the other two in rubbing against that little spot. Finn's cock twitches almost painfully, and he shivers again. "Th-this...okay?"

Kurt's eyes slip open halfway when Finn breaks the kiss, his lips remaining parted as he pants for air. It takes him a moment to process what his stepbrother has said, but when he does, his lips twitch into something like a shy but satisfied smile. Because that's just further proof that Finn's attracted to him.. And proof of that is something Kurt will certainly not be getting tired of anytime soon.

With another cry as that third finger joins its mates, he arches up, shudders again and again as he fights to catch his breath. There are sparks, pleasure igniting in every inch of him thanks to that insistent rub against his sweet spot. He can't even form a single word with which to answer Finn. Instead, he whimpers and gives a nod, muscles clenching briefly around those digits inside of him before relaxing once more. Even though his brain doesn't seem to be functioning well enough to speak, three little words repeat themselves over and over again in his pleasure-hazed mind. I love you, I love you, I love you..

Fingers slip away from the headboard, one of Kurt's hands coming down to rest at the back of Finn's neck. He tilts his head up a little, eyes still half-lidded as he meets the other boy's gaze. With gentle pressure from his hand, he urges Finn to move in closer, until their foreheads touch, until Kurt can feel Finn panting. There's so much heat between them, even hotter wherever their bodies touch, where skin meets skin. He's burning, a fire of desperation flaring up inside him and threatening to burst in an uncontrollable frenzy. He just needs, so badly that it almost hurts, is bordering on unbearable... Yet at the same time he never wants the feeling to end, wouldn't dare ask Finn to stop, not even to ask for something more.

It's so hot Finn almost can't bear it, panted breath mingling in the tiny space left between their open mouths--he keeps his eyes open as best he can; even with their foreheads pressed together, their faces so close to the other's (close enough that Finn could barely move and still catch those reddened lips with his own), watching every little reaction that flits over Kurt's features. The obvious ecstasy is almost too much to look at directly...Finn feels like he's going to lose it any second, but it's honestly just too good to pass up more.

There is one little thing, though, one little thing that Finn greedily wants--Kurt's being far too quiet, he thinks. His expressions are sexy enough, but Kurt's voice like this...high and breathy and desperate, it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. And he wants more. (More, more, always more, he's addicted now and he doesn't care, he needs more--more of that voice, more of those twitches of pleasure in his face, more of his body's reactions to his touch, more more more.)

Finn brushes his mouth briefly over the smaller boy's, breath fracturing, as he starts rocking his fingers in a once-more steady rhythm, each time rubbing against that spot inside him. "Kurt," he whispers in the splinter of air between them, "Call my name."

Those words, issued by Finn in what's almost a command, is nearly enough to bring Kurt to orgasm. He has to hold on desperately to keep from falling from this sudden peak of pleasure into climax. He lets out a desperate half-whine half-sob though, shuddering tremendously. "Finn!" Another arch, more needy pushes from his hips down onto his stepbrother's fingers as they rub torturously against that sensitive spot. He doesn't bother trying to silence himself now, not after the almost-order Finn had given him. Instead, he cries out over and over, whimpers Finn's name as his legs, ever restless, shift more. However, that way-too-sexy request of Finn's to call his name has made Kurt forget the reason he'd suddenly been trying to keep silent anyway. Those words that had been swimming in his head slip from his lips uncensored. "I love you, I love you, Finn," he gasps, trembling, hands slipping back down to once again cling to the larger teen's arms, his hips rotating and pushing and pleasure shooting up his spine in hot pulses. "Uh! N-need... Finn... Oh, please! Take me!" Volume unchecked, these last words are cried out louder than ever, interspersed with heavy pants and keens. He really just can't take it anymore, this wonderful yet torturous stimulation of that most sensitive little bundle of nerves inside him. Finn's ministrations have him seeing stars, but it's still not enough.

That's honestly more of a response than Finn had expected, the sheer volume nearly startling him, but the much-deeper shudders and cries of his name over and over again send ripples of fire rolling under his skin. The way that Kurt had tensed, desperation peaking like he'd been hovering right on the edge of climax...Finn groans, going with every little push against his fingers by rubbing them in harder, unable to help himself. While he doesn't want this to be over (god, no, he wants so much more), it's too fucking hot to keep pushing, to keep torturing Kurt so deliciously, to draw out more of those desperate cries.

Which he gets more of, in the form of Kurt gasping out his love for Finn, slim digits clinging so tightly into his biceps. Vaguely Finn thinks that, once more, he should probably be freaked out, but...it's...also a strange form of relief. He'd known, for so long now, that Kurt had been in love with him, and...that he still is, that Finn is still loved so deeply and earnestly, is soothing some of that heart-injured misery he'd come here with. They aren't words he can return--not here, not now--but at the least it causes Finn to tip forward and kiss Kurt's open, panting mouth...soft, almost reverent. And he hopes that can sort of get how he's feeling across.

When Kurt cries out again, begs Finn to take him, a slow and potent shiver running down his spine to settle in the pit of his stomach, cock aching unbearably. He nods wordlessly, breathlessly, wanting it more than anything--wanting Kurt more than anything. It takes some willpower, but he withdraws his fingers from the hot clench of the smaller boy's body, shuddering again as he fumbles for the discarded lotion bottle. (Best to be safe, of course.) The cap pops open, and Finn slicks himself with shaking fingers (and moaning under his breath from the long-overdue stimulation) before shifting, hands to Kurt's thighs as he spreads his stepbrother further open beneath him. "O...okay? L-like--this? Or...h-how do you want--" It's not exactly eloquent, but it's the best he can do, and...well, they're important questions.

Kurt's eyes slip open again, giving a soft whimper of complaint as Finn withdraws his fingers. But then he watches him use the lotion to slick himself, and gets a better look at the other boy's, erm, girth. Another hard shudder passes through him as Finn spreads him open further, his own hands meeting the sheets, hips jerking a little in sudden anticipation. He's breathing heavily, and has to fight to form a coherent sentence using more than just three single-syllable words. "I-I don't.. Don't care... How..ever y-you want, I... J-just.. As long.. As you h-hold me.. And kiss.. Kiss me... I need it," he whispers brokenly, trembling beneath the larger teen. He's thoroughly flushed, from his cheeks to his collar bones, already a light sheen of sweat glistening over his skin (which had accumulated when Finn had been fingering him mercilessly). His own cock is swollen, aching and leaking and untouched between his legs. It's amazing, though, how that ache barely even registers in Kurt's mind. No, he's too distracted by a lower ache, by how unbearably empty he feels now that Finn's fingers aren't there, by how his inner muscles keep clenching and unclenching though there's nothing there, and most of all, by how that puckered ring, slightly stretched thanks to Finn's fingers, is actually twitching with his anticipation. He's never wanted nor needed something so badly in his entire life. His desperation forces another one of those half-whine/half-sobs from his throat, and his head falls back against the pillow, thighs quivering under Finn's touch. "Please.."

Finn shakily nods again; that's a good enough answer for him. The trembling whisper pulls at something inside him--his heart, his instincts, his desperate need to just be loved--and the feeling is surprisingly tender, overwhelming, rising like a flood. He can feel Kurt's need in those uncontrolled shivers, the warmth of his heavy breath, the way the smaller boy is throwing off heat like a furnace beneath him, and Finn just...doesn't in any way have it in him to deny Kurt any part of it.

He uses his hands first to coax Kurt's legs up around his hips, edging closer, so that they're practically pressed together from head to toe. He then shudders, and brings one hand down to position the tip of his aching cock--and god, he can feel those little twitches, and somehow that's the sexiest thing he's ever felt. That Kurt needs him so badly...it's incredible. (Of course, the opposite is true as well...that Finn needs Kurt just as badly. It's evident in the way he touches him, the way he pants, but he hasn't wrapped his brain around that part yet.)

"I-I'm...going--" he manages to murmur as some kind of warning, any shred of eloquence gone. And a moment later, he carefully pushes his hips forward--oh, god, oh god, he can feel Kurt's entrance slowly easing, allowing him in, and it takes every last bit of his self-control to not just slam forward into that enticing heat. Instead, Finn brings his arms back up, wraps them around Kurt's back, almost pulling the smaller boy up against him. It's scorching in how intimate it is--touching everywhere, breaths mingling, joining like this. Hissing a sharp breath in between his teeth, Finn does two things at once: he kisses Kurt, slow and deep and hot, and he rolls his hips firmly, effectively sliding himself the rest of the way inside with a shaky moan into the smaller boy's mouth.

Once his legs are brought up around Finn's hips, Kurt locks them at the ankles, brings a hand forward to brush his fingers over his stepbrother's cheek. That hand falls back to the mattress when he feels the tip of Finn's cock bump against his eager entrance, a noticable shiver running through his body. He tightens his legs around Finn's hips then, giving a very slight nod at the other boy's murmured words of warning. A gasp falls from his lips the moment he begins pushing inside, shivering as he feels himself slowly stretching to accomodate. He lifts his own arms from the mattress to return the embrace, hands resting shakily against Finn's back. His eyelids flutter, and his little gasps shift into muffled whimpers once they resume kissing. Kurt keeps his lips parted, eagerly sliding his tongue over Finn's. A harsh cry escapes him but is softened by Finn's mouth as he slides the rest of the way in, sheaths himself in Kurt's welcoming body. The movement was slick and easy thanks to their rather thorough preperation, though it's still a very tight fit... Finn's quite big, and Kurt has never felt so incredibly spread open before, nor so full... He's never been this close to another person, with Finn holding him and their bodies pressed together. That sweet ache in his heart intensifies, in a way that has him feeling that not only is he being filled physically, but some emptiness inside of him, at a much deeper level, is also being filled. He breaks their slow, slightly wet kiss in order to pant for air, to look up at Finn and whisper in the small space between them, "Is this.. what you needed?" Followed closely by another whine, and a breathy, "I'm.. I'm ready, wh-whenever you want to..." He trails off in order to tilt his head forward slightly, resting his forehead against Finn's. Instead of finishing his prior sentence, he pants out another: "I'll call your name as much as you want."

It takes a little while before Finn's even able to move at all, the feeling is so overwhelming. The hot, slick clench around his cock is so intense, so fucking tight--everything, it all feels so much different than the time he'd been with Santana. There had been nothing there then, it had been fast and almost cold, just what had been necessary. There hadn't been this sense of pliancy, warmth...what that means, Finn doesn't really know. Or, if he does, it's nothing that he can really dwell on at the moment. All he knows is that...this is better. This is so much better.

He shivers, eyes slitting open at the breathily-murmured words underneath him, and it takes a moment to connect. When it does, Finn releases a breath he hadn't even realized that he'd held, nodding. "Y-yeah..." he whispers in return, eyes closing again as their foreheads touch, "It's...yeah, it's wh-what I needed..." He's awful with words--but his tone might say it better, that not only is it what he'd needed, it's everything he needs. It's fucking perfect.

Huffing another sharp breath, all of Finn's energy seems to return to him at once, and he tightens his arms around Kurt's slim frame as he rolls his hips--slowly drawing out before gently thrusting back in. Pleasure streaks up his spine like a flash of lightning, and he moans deep in his throat. Oh god, how is this so fucking good? Kurt is so open and warm and taut around him, Finn can't help but thrust again, and again, slow but deep. "God--Kurt," he whispers, "It's so--you're--god--"

That gentle roll of hips knocks the very breath out of Kurt. He cries out again on Finn's inward thrust, shivering as heat once again floods his body. His head falls back, harsh pants escaping through parted lips and his eyelids fluttering again before he closes them. He runs his hands over Finn's back, reverently tracing his spine with his fingers, shakily caressing over his shoulder blades, then stopping to wrap his arms loosely around Finn's neck instead. His legs slip a bit, and Kurt just lets them fall open to give Finn more freedom in his movements. Those deep, languid thrusts are caressing places inside of him that have never even been touched before.

Even in the slow, hazy thoughts of his mind clouded by pleasure, a new understanding surfaces - that's why giving someone your virginity means so much (or why it's supposed to mean so much). It's letting them be the first to go where no one else has gone, see you in a way no one has seen you before. It's trusting them to give you the first taste of something incredible, trusting them enough to let them see you at your weakest, your most vulnerable, overcome by heights of pleasure you've never reached before. And after everything they've been through - including the hurt and the struggle - Kurt has to admit that he does trust Finn that much, and he honestly cannot think of any one else he'd rather give something so precious to, no one he'd rather share something this meaningful with. And, in all likelihood, because of how strong his love is for Finn, it would be meaningless with anyone else anyway.


i will find you darling and i will bring you home