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Author emocezi
Title Making out.
Wordcount: 481
Rating: nc-17 for the last blurb
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this fiction.
A/N: So I was writing Pirate!Fic and then went to check on my DA page and came across THIS picture by the fabulous Purtmaker01 on Deviantart.
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Green
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Kurt hadn't wanted to dance at first, ignoring Puck when the jock would nudge his feet, or poke at his ribs in the way he knew annoyed the gleek. But eventually Kurt had given in, getting up from the the table he was sharing with the other members of Glee and letting Puck lead him out onto the dance floor.
It was awkward at first, attempting to ignore the catcalls and wolf whistles from everyone else on the dance floor. But finally Puck had Kurt where he wanted him, skinny little body pressed up against the jock's broad muscular chest. For being so skinny, Kurt was a very comfortable armful.
Kurt kept sliding his hand across Puck's, linking their fingers and watching the way the jock's darker ones curled around his pale digits. Puck's hands scarred and calloused from football and pool maintenance.
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Pink
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Puck had never understood why Kurt wore so many layers of clothing. It was always like unwrapping a present, tugging off one shirt to find another, smaller one underneath. Kurt's mouth wet and slick against his own, always half nervous like he expected someone to jump out with a camera and a slushie.
He always watched, rarely closing his eyes. Bright blue against milk pale skin. A flush riding high on his cheekbones when Puck would curl his fingers under the neckline of whatever he was wearing today.
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Purple
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Kurt's fingers were always cold sliding along the broad expanse of Puck's chest, sliding up to clench at his shoulder. The gleek had mentioned bad circulation once, when the jock had questioned him about it. Those slim, strong, pale digits had used to bug him, watching Kurt twirl a pencil in English, or dancing along the keys on the piano in the music room.
But now, he couldn't get enough of them. Sliding his shirt off, playing with his nipple ring, wrapping around his cock just the way he liked it. Soft girl hands running up and down his cock, tugging with just the right pressure, squeezing and tugging and doing that thing with the wrist flick that only guys knew how to do.
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Blue
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Kurt panted into his mouth, low mewls torn from his throat when Puck rocked up into him slowly, torturing them both. Strong, slim, dancers thighs clenched around Puck's hips, urging him on. Puck's hand slid down Kurt's spine, squeezing at his hip never stopping his long, slow thrusts.
The gleek licked into Puck's mouth, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lower lip until they could both taste the faint copper. Kurt's hands clutching at his shoulders, no long girly nails biting into his shoulder, just the firm fingertips of a pale soprano. Arching and shuddering against him in a dance older then time.
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Title Making out.
Wordcount: 481
Rating: nc-17 for the last blurb
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this fiction.
A/N: So I was writing Pirate!Fic and then went to check on my DA page and came across THIS picture by the fabulous Purtmaker01 on Deviantart.
XxX XxX
Green
XxX XxX
Kurt hadn't wanted to dance at first, ignoring Puck when the jock would nudge his feet, or poke at his ribs in the way he knew annoyed the gleek. But eventually Kurt had given in, getting up from the the table he was sharing with the other members of Glee and letting Puck lead him out onto the dance floor.
It was awkward at first, attempting to ignore the catcalls and wolf whistles from everyone else on the dance floor. But finally Puck had Kurt where he wanted him, skinny little body pressed up against the jock's broad muscular chest. For being so skinny, Kurt was a very comfortable armful.
Kurt kept sliding his hand across Puck's, linking their fingers and watching the way the jock's darker ones curled around his pale digits. Puck's hands scarred and calloused from football and pool maintenance.
XxX XxX
Pink
XxX XxX
Puck had never understood why Kurt wore so many layers of clothing. It was always like unwrapping a present, tugging off one shirt to find another, smaller one underneath. Kurt's mouth wet and slick against his own, always half nervous like he expected someone to jump out with a camera and a slushie.
He always watched, rarely closing his eyes. Bright blue against milk pale skin. A flush riding high on his cheekbones when Puck would curl his fingers under the neckline of whatever he was wearing today.
XxX XxX
Purple
XxX XxX
Kurt's fingers were always cold sliding along the broad expanse of Puck's chest, sliding up to clench at his shoulder. The gleek had mentioned bad circulation once, when the jock had questioned him about it. Those slim, strong, pale digits had used to bug him, watching Kurt twirl a pencil in English, or dancing along the keys on the piano in the music room.
But now, he couldn't get enough of them. Sliding his shirt off, playing with his nipple ring, wrapping around his cock just the way he liked it. Soft girl hands running up and down his cock, tugging with just the right pressure, squeezing and tugging and doing that thing with the wrist flick that only guys knew how to do.
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Blue
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Kurt panted into his mouth, low mewls torn from his throat when Puck rocked up into him slowly, torturing them both. Strong, slim, dancers thighs clenched around Puck's hips, urging him on. Puck's hand slid down Kurt's spine, squeezing at his hip never stopping his long, slow thrusts.
The gleek licked into Puck's mouth, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lower lip until they could both taste the faint copper. Kurt's hands clutching at his shoulders, no long girly nails biting into his shoulder, just the firm fingertips of a pale soprano. Arching and shuddering against him in a dance older then time.
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