We Interrupt your Wingies to bring you some PORN....
I felt like some PWP for a moment...humor me, okay? The next chapter of Wingies should be up by tomorrow night. ;)
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Title: You Can Do Better, Can't You?
Kurt finds he has nowhere to go as his knees slide along the abused fabric of their sheets, his hands gripping the top of their headboard - the deep brown leather one Blaine had insisted they purchase with his first paycheck from the university - his neck bent, forehead resting on the cool surface as his fingertips dig into the barely-yielding material, knuckles white and fingertips grasping.
"I...I can't..." he whines, voice muffled, as beads of sweat slip and slide down his biceps, dripping paths through the hair on his arms and gathering slick at his palms before marking the leather with tiny stripes of moisture. His body shakes with need, thighs twitching, arms wavering as his ass clenches around the rigid cock currently embedded there.
Blaine's grip on his stomach tightens, one arm wrapped completely around his waist, fingernails leaving indents in his skin as he lowers his head down to lick Kurt's spine, his tongue touching down between his shoulder blades and dragging up, marking each notch with a nip of his teeth as Kurt groans, biting into the leather and tugging it between his teeth as his hips swivel minutely, his waist held tight and firm, Blaine's control clearly evident. His chest aches with the desperate need to move; for Blaine to take, fuck, claim. But...
Blaine's tongue reaches the base of his neck and as his tongue laves he spreads his mouth wide and bites down, sucking at the strong tendons there and Kurt's moan cuts the stillness of their room as his throat emits a low, despondent sound that scrapes and burns at Blaine's insides and he finds he can hardly hold himself in check.
His lips find the aperture of Kurt's ear and he mouths it, nudging his hips just the tiniest bit forward and pressing Kurt flush to the headboard. Kurt keens his need, a litany of fucks and pleasepleaseohgodpleases spilling from his upturned face as Blaine chuckles.
“Shhh,” Blaine whispers, pulling back the tiniest bit, the pull-drag of Kurt's ass wrapped around him snaring every ounce of will power he possesses. "Yes you can, baby. Shhh...you can take it. Take all I want to give you, can't you?"
Kurt's hands slide up the wall in frustration, seeking something, anything to push back with and finding nothing. He grinds his ass back, taking Blaine impossibly deeper and flushing red when Blaine groans against his neck, his forehead buried and teeth nipping at the tight muscles of Kurt’s shoulder.
“Fuck...” comes Blaine’s strained voice, lips against skin and breath painting the nape of Kurt’s neck. Kurt feels the moment he struggles and knows he could move, could take the control Blaine’s grasping for but he doesn’t - he wants this and-
“Goddddd yes,” he grits out between his teeth as Blaine drags his cock slowly and surely out of him, the sound pulled from deep in his throat as Blaine stills barely inside of him.
Waits.
“Blllaine,” Kurt sobs out feeling empty as his hips push back and Blaine follows suit, giving him nothing he seeks.
“I said take it, Kurt...” Blaine snipped, hand hard on Kurt’s stomach, holding.
“Nononono...please...I just...c’mon...Blaine I need you to fuck me...” he begs, unashamed as Blaine chuckles darkly against his ear, his tongue grazing it with each thrust Kurt attempts on Blaine’s cock. “Fuck, I just...pleasepleasefuckPLEASE I need it, I need you...”
“Hmmm...that doesn’t sound too convincing but...” Blaine starts and then Kurt hears nothing else because Blaine’s slammed back home, giving no time for adjustment or thought, just one quick thrust and he’s out again, Kurt’s wail high and long as he rocks back on his knees and mutters into the headboard. “There you are...is that enough? Are you going to tell me what you need now? Hmmm?”
Kurt hates Blaine right now...hateshateshates him...his smug words and the tiny hairs of his five-o-clock shadow scraping his shoulder blades; his strong fucking hands and his goddamn lush as fuck lips on Kurt’s neck...
Stupid perfect thick gorgeous teasing cock.
Damn him, he thinks. Damn him all to-
Another wail as Blaine pulls back and drags Kurt’s hips, pulling Kurt onto his cock and fucking into him roughly before stopping.
“Well?” Blaine questions, a smile in his voice, subtle quaver in his tone. “Tell me...be...” Thrust. keen. “...more...” His name muttered brokenly into slick-shine leather. “...specific...” Kurt wails at Blaine’s angle, his vision a kaleidoscope behind his closed eyelids. “...please.”
Kurt licks his lips, putting threads of thought from all areas of his lust-addled brain before responding.
“I...”he begins, arms beginning to tremble beneath the weight of his ache. “...I want you to just fucking use me right now, Blaine. Fuck, I just...please, just fuck me as hard as you can...just...come on...I’m yours goddammit.”
Blaine growls and concedes letting go of Kurt’s stomach and gripping his sides, pinpoints of pleasurepain as he rocks into Kurt again and again, Kurt’s head falling back on his shoulder without care for the sounds being torn from his throat as Blaine uses him for all he’s worth.
“Harder...c’mon...Blaine...ohhhhmygoddddd...you can do better, can’t you?” he cuts out, before Blaine captures his mouth and slides his fingers down to push Kurt’s hips as he thrusts harshly up and in, over and over and then Kurt’s crying out as his orgasm sneaks up and grabs hold, Blaine’s name tattooed into leather as his face falls forward and his forehead beats a cadence against the headboard, his lover’s hips never slowing as he becomes tender and it’s so much, so deep, hitting him over and over and his skin is on fire as Blaine’s mouth drags over it, tongue lapping at the sweat there and groaning out Kurt’s name onto his flushed flesh.
“Blaine,” he tries to say as Blaine’s hips become erratic, his pace setting a a delightful ache into Kurt’s bones...”Fucking come for me, baby...” No, wait, he thinks, more.
“...come...all...over...me, Blaine. Mark me up.”
Blaine moans into his back, quickening still as he sucks on the skin there and quickly pulls out, leaving Kurt suddenly empty and grinding back beneath him as he fists his cock and groans, shouting Kurt’s name and spilling over his back.
Kurt bites his wrist and waits, feeling kept and loved, sated and wanton as he slumps forward, the headboard his lord and savior in that moment before Blaine is grabbing his shirt from beside the bed and gently, reverently wiping his back before tossing it in the general direction of their bathroom and pulling Kurt back onto him, both bodies collapsing into the sheets.
“Ohhhh my god,” Kurt giggles - actually giggles - high from this masterful fucking sex his boyfriend...his fucking gorgeous, amazing boyfriend can provide - as he tangles his legs through Blaine’s and hears the rumble of Blaine’s laughter through the chest his head lays on.
“Sooo...” Blaine begins, fingers pulling through Kurt’s damp hair, both boys out of breath, “Mark you up, huh?”
Kurt blushes, he knows it, heat flushing down straight to his toes.
“Oh the things your cock makes me say...” he begins, craning his neck to see the reaction his words bring...and he isn’t disappointed. Blaine bites his lip and closes his eyes, groaning.
“You can’t just say that!” he exclaims, pulling Kurt up until their chests are even, cocks aligned and lips a whisper apart, his eyes locked on Kurt’s. “You can’t just say that...” he repeats, lips intentionally brushing Kurt’s, his tongue darting out on “that” to lick at Kurt’s lip and he moans, wanting to kiss, claim. “...and expect me not to want to keep fucking you all night, you know.”
Kurt grins.
“I have no problem with this...” he states innocently while gently wiggling his ass in a distinctly non-innocent way.
“I am so screwed,” Blaine laughs as he playfully nips at Kurt’s mouth, hands straying down to cup Kurt’s ass.
“Oh, Mr. Anderson...isn’t that the point?” Kurt whispers and cackles as Blaine flips them and begins all over again.
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Title: You Can Do Better, Can't You?
Kurt finds he has nowhere to go as his knees slide along the abused fabric of their sheets, his hands gripping the top of their headboard - the deep brown leather one Blaine had insisted they purchase with his first paycheck from the university - his neck bent, forehead resting on the cool surface as his fingertips dig into the barely-yielding material, knuckles white and fingertips grasping.
"I...I can't..." he whines, voice muffled, as beads of sweat slip and slide down his biceps, dripping paths through the hair on his arms and gathering slick at his palms before marking the leather with tiny stripes of moisture. His body shakes with need, thighs twitching, arms wavering as his ass clenches around the rigid cock currently embedded there.
Blaine's grip on his stomach tightens, one arm wrapped completely around his waist, fingernails leaving indents in his skin as he lowers his head down to lick Kurt's spine, his tongue touching down between his shoulder blades and dragging up, marking each notch with a nip of his teeth as Kurt groans, biting into the leather and tugging it between his teeth as his hips swivel minutely, his waist held tight and firm, Blaine's control clearly evident. His chest aches with the desperate need to move; for Blaine to take, fuck, claim. But...
Blaine's tongue reaches the base of his neck and as his tongue laves he spreads his mouth wide and bites down, sucking at the strong tendons there and Kurt's moan cuts the stillness of their room as his throat emits a low, despondent sound that scrapes and burns at Blaine's insides and he finds he can hardly hold himself in check.
His lips find the aperture of Kurt's ear and he mouths it, nudging his hips just the tiniest bit forward and pressing Kurt flush to the headboard. Kurt keens his need, a litany of fucks and pleasepleaseohgodpleases spilling from his upturned face as Blaine chuckles.
“Shhh,” Blaine whispers, pulling back the tiniest bit, the pull-drag of Kurt's ass wrapped around him snaring every ounce of will power he possesses. "Yes you can, baby. Shhh...you can take it. Take all I want to give you, can't you?"
Kurt's hands slide up the wall in frustration, seeking something, anything to push back with and finding nothing. He grinds his ass back, taking Blaine impossibly deeper and flushing red when Blaine groans against his neck, his forehead buried and teeth nipping at the tight muscles of Kurt’s shoulder.
“Fuck...” comes Blaine’s strained voice, lips against skin and breath painting the nape of Kurt’s neck. Kurt feels the moment he struggles and knows he could move, could take the control Blaine’s grasping for but he doesn’t - he wants this and-
“Goddddd yes,” he grits out between his teeth as Blaine drags his cock slowly and surely out of him, the sound pulled from deep in his throat as Blaine stills barely inside of him.
Waits.
“Blllaine,” Kurt sobs out feeling empty as his hips push back and Blaine follows suit, giving him nothing he seeks.
“I said take it, Kurt...” Blaine snipped, hand hard on Kurt’s stomach, holding.
“Nononono...please...I just...c’mon...Blaine I need you to fuck me...” he begs, unashamed as Blaine chuckles darkly against his ear, his tongue grazing it with each thrust Kurt attempts on Blaine’s cock. “Fuck, I just...pleasepleasefuckPLEASE I need it, I need you...”
“Hmmm...that doesn’t sound too convincing but...” Blaine starts and then Kurt hears nothing else because Blaine’s slammed back home, giving no time for adjustment or thought, just one quick thrust and he’s out again, Kurt’s wail high and long as he rocks back on his knees and mutters into the headboard. “There you are...is that enough? Are you going to tell me what you need now? Hmmm?”
Kurt hates Blaine right now...hateshateshates him...his smug words and the tiny hairs of his five-o-clock shadow scraping his shoulder blades; his strong fucking hands and his goddamn lush as fuck lips on Kurt’s neck...
Stupid perfect thick gorgeous teasing cock.
Damn him, he thinks. Damn him all to-
Another wail as Blaine pulls back and drags Kurt’s hips, pulling Kurt onto his cock and fucking into him roughly before stopping.
“Well?” Blaine questions, a smile in his voice, subtle quaver in his tone. “Tell me...be...” Thrust. keen. “...more...” His name muttered brokenly into slick-shine leather. “...specific...” Kurt wails at Blaine’s angle, his vision a kaleidoscope behind his closed eyelids. “...please.”
Kurt licks his lips, putting threads of thought from all areas of his lust-addled brain before responding.
“I...”he begins, arms beginning to tremble beneath the weight of his ache. “...I want you to just fucking use me right now, Blaine. Fuck, I just...please, just fuck me as hard as you can...just...come on...I’m yours goddammit.”
Blaine growls and concedes letting go of Kurt’s stomach and gripping his sides, pinpoints of pleasurepain as he rocks into Kurt again and again, Kurt’s head falling back on his shoulder without care for the sounds being torn from his throat as Blaine uses him for all he’s worth.
“Harder...c’mon...Blaine...ohhhhmygoddddd...you can do better, can’t you?” he cuts out, before Blaine captures his mouth and slides his fingers down to push Kurt’s hips as he thrusts harshly up and in, over and over and then Kurt’s crying out as his orgasm sneaks up and grabs hold, Blaine’s name tattooed into leather as his face falls forward and his forehead beats a cadence against the headboard, his lover’s hips never slowing as he becomes tender and it’s so much, so deep, hitting him over and over and his skin is on fire as Blaine’s mouth drags over it, tongue lapping at the sweat there and groaning out Kurt’s name onto his flushed flesh.
“Blaine,” he tries to say as Blaine’s hips become erratic, his pace setting a a delightful ache into Kurt’s bones...”Fucking come for me, baby...” No, wait, he thinks, more.
“...come...all...over...me, Blaine. Mark me up.”
Blaine moans into his back, quickening still as he sucks on the skin there and quickly pulls out, leaving Kurt suddenly empty and grinding back beneath him as he fists his cock and groans, shouting Kurt’s name and spilling over his back.
Kurt bites his wrist and waits, feeling kept and loved, sated and wanton as he slumps forward, the headboard his lord and savior in that moment before Blaine is grabbing his shirt from beside the bed and gently, reverently wiping his back before tossing it in the general direction of their bathroom and pulling Kurt back onto him, both bodies collapsing into the sheets.
“Ohhhh my god,” Kurt giggles - actually giggles - high from this masterful fucking sex his boyfriend...his fucking gorgeous, amazing boyfriend can provide - as he tangles his legs through Blaine’s and hears the rumble of Blaine’s laughter through the chest his head lays on.
“Sooo...” Blaine begins, fingers pulling through Kurt’s damp hair, both boys out of breath, “Mark you up, huh?”
Kurt blushes, he knows it, heat flushing down straight to his toes.
“Oh the things your cock makes me say...” he begins, craning his neck to see the reaction his words bring...and he isn’t disappointed. Blaine bites his lip and closes his eyes, groaning.
“You can’t just say that!” he exclaims, pulling Kurt up until their chests are even, cocks aligned and lips a whisper apart, his eyes locked on Kurt’s. “You can’t just say that...” he repeats, lips intentionally brushing Kurt’s, his tongue darting out on “that” to lick at Kurt’s lip and he moans, wanting to kiss, claim. “...and expect me not to want to keep fucking you all night, you know.”
Kurt grins.
“I have no problem with this...” he states innocently while gently wiggling his ass in a distinctly non-innocent way.
“I am so screwed,” Blaine laughs as he playfully nips at Kurt’s mouth, hands straying down to cup Kurt’s ass.
“Oh, Mr. Anderson...isn’t that the point?” Kurt whispers and cackles as Blaine flips them and begins all over again.