[Kurt rolls his eyes, but grins as he slides off the bed and onto the floor. It's easy and natural to climb onto Bells' lap, fitting there perfectly. His arms encircle the other man's shoulders loosely, sensually.]
Are you sure? I'd hate to distract you from anything important. I could just come back later. [A little pout, clearly teasing.]
[ He doesn't even notice how quickly he's leaning into him, an arm slipping around his waist to drag him closer. Bells presses their foreheads together, eyes closed so as not to be taken in by that pout. ]
I think you should stay right here. [ He tilts his head just a little, kisses the corner of his mouth. ] 'Cause we're on a date, right? That means you definitely need to stay.
[He hasn't forgotten that he needs to reassure Bells, to make him certain that Kurt isn't going to leave him again--as much as he can help it, anyway. Their bodies are close now, lining up with one another, and Kurt catches Bells' lips for a fuller kiss.]
Promise? [ There's a smile, mumbling into the kiss, and he doesn't bother saying anything else the entire time their mouths are pressed together, sliding his hands up his back to cup his shoulder blades. Bells kisses along his jaw ] You should probably be here anyway.
[ Because it's safer. He doesn't say that though, nuzzling below an ear. ]
[He surrenders completely then, tilting back his head so he can enjoy Bells' lips on his skin. He feels so safe here, so entirely protected. Soon he leans in to press kisses of his own on Bells' cheek and neck, and leans back just a little so he can cup the other man's face in his hands, stroke over his cheekbones.]
I like how scruffy you are. [He keeps the tone light and playful; he's tired of being sad all the time.]
[ It's the first real smile he feels himself give Kurt, unconscious and happy. He turns his face into the touch, kissing his palm and just resting for a moment to revel in how nice this is. Nice enough to get lost in and forget, for a while, how miserable they are. ]
Are we gonna play that game again? [ Bells shifts just a little, tugging him into a far more intimate position that's a lot more comfortable. He nips lightly at the tips of Kurt's fingers. ] What else do you like?
[ There's a quiet hum, almost thoughtful as he helps himself to more kisses. Deep, chaste, no rhythm to them. ]
All of you's a good answer, right? [ He arches into his hands and trails his mouth down the side of Kurt's neck. ] I don't think I have enough time to name everything.
[ He considers questioning that, but he knows when a hint is a hint. Bells nods, pulling at Kurt's clothes even as he bites at his shoulder. He can't remember the last time; he wants to make a new memory, a better one. ]
Have to get you out of these first. [ Another tug, and he palms his back, further down to squeeze. ]
[Kurt smiles and giggles, then sets about helping Bells disrobe him. He slips off his shirt easily and lets it fall to the side, then presses his hands over where Bells' are gently kneading him.]
[ He watches the shirt go, eyes dropping from Kurt's face to the rest of him. A grin, and shakes his head, kissing his collarbone before nipping it instead. ]
Hang on. I wanna enjoy you like this first. [ Bells mumbles it against skin, trailing his mouth down his chest. ]
You sure? [ He takes a moment to rest his cheek against his chest, listening to the pound of his heartbeat. The sound anchors him, and his fingers push along bare skin, the slightest drag of his nails. ] Kurt--
[ He bites his lip and doesn't say anything, leaning up to kiss him hard as he works to get his pants open. ]
I'm here. [Softly he strokes Bells' hair, feeling utterly content.] I'm right here.
[He meets the kiss and whimpers a little, surprised and pleased by its hardness. Bells knows he isn't a delicate little flower, and he proves it by opening his mouth and groaning.]
[ He needs this, not to be careful or particularly gentle. Kurt half-naked in his lap isn't a bad thing either, especially with the noises he's making. Bells bites at his lips, pausing for a second to grip his side and jerk him forward. A rock of his hips, and he isn't feeling very patient right now, wanting friction. ]
[He can't help but let out a cry, the sudden pressure sending heat spiraling through his body. Despite the sudden delicious friction he feels like they aren't close enough, and he spreads his legs more, fitting their pelvises together.
Still kissing Bells he slides his hand over the other man's shirt, pushing it up. His voice is a husky whisper:] I want to feel you.
[ The hum he gives melts into a low groan, hating all these barriers between them and not nearly patient enough to deal with it. It's like he forgets just how much he really needs him sometimes. Bells breaks the kiss, leaning so there's enough room to tug the shirt over his head and drop it onto the bed behind him. Then, he's pressing Kurt's hands on him again. ]
Better? [ It's muffled against the side of Kurt's neck, kissing and suction gentle where it curves and meets his shoulder. ]
[Now he can feel the warmth of their skin pressed together, which is so inherently comforting on a level he can't understand. It's nice to just sit here, pressed together, kissing and caressing and re-acquainting themselves with one another.]
[ He smiles a little, but it's lost in the pressure of his mouth against flesh, the glide of his fingers down Kurt's sides and into his pants. Bells isn't entirely focused, everywhere and nowhere all at once as he touches him. There's a quiet mumble against his mouth that's mostly nonsense, and he arches against him, oddly content with this for now. ]
[It's enough for Kurt too. He just keeps the kisses going, starting a new one as soon as the last one ends, changing the angles and the pressure and the length with each kiss. He lets out a little moan when Bells starts to touch him, pushing it into Bells' mouth with his tongue.]
I want you. [The whisper disappears into another kiss.]
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Are you sure? I'd hate to distract you from anything important. I could just come back later. [A little pout, clearly teasing.]
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I think you should stay right here. [ He tilts his head just a little, kisses the corner of his mouth. ] 'Cause we're on a date, right? That means you definitely need to stay.
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[He hasn't forgotten that he needs to reassure Bells, to make him certain that Kurt isn't going to leave him again--as much as he can help it, anyway. Their bodies are close now, lining up with one another, and Kurt catches Bells' lips for a fuller kiss.]
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[ Because it's safer. He doesn't say that though, nuzzling below an ear. ]
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[He surrenders completely then, tilting back his head so he can enjoy Bells' lips on his skin. He feels so safe here, so entirely protected. Soon he leans in to press kisses of his own on Bells' cheek and neck, and leans back just a little so he can cup the other man's face in his hands, stroke over his cheekbones.]
I like how scruffy you are. [He keeps the tone light and playful; he's tired of being sad all the time.]
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Are we gonna play that game again? [ Bells shifts just a little, tugging him into a far more intimate position that's a lot more comfortable. He nips lightly at the tips of Kurt's fingers. ] What else do you like?
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[He drags his hands down its length slowly, waggling his eyebrows.]
I might have told you that already. But it bears repeating.
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[ Bells grabs his hands and helps push them up under his shirt to feel that touch on bare skin. ]
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You could compliment me too, you know.
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All of you's a good answer, right? [ He arches into his hands and trails his mouth down the side of Kurt's neck. ] I don't think I have enough time to name everything.
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Then show me.
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Have to get you out of these first. [ Another tug, and he palms his back, further down to squeeze. ]
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Do the honors?
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Hang on. I wanna enjoy you like this first. [ Bells mumbles it against skin, trailing his mouth down his chest. ]
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[ He bites his lip and doesn't say anything, leaning up to kiss him hard as he works to get his pants open. ]
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[He meets the kiss and whimpers a little, surprised and pleased by its hardness. Bells knows he isn't a delicate little flower, and he proves it by opening his mouth and groaning.]
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Still kissing Bells he slides his hand over the other man's shirt, pushing it up. His voice is a husky whisper:] I want to feel you.
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Better? [ It's muffled against the side of Kurt's neck, kissing and suction gentle where it curves and meets his shoulder. ]
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[Now he can feel the warmth of their skin pressed together, which is so inherently comforting on a level he can't understand. It's nice to just sit here, pressed together, kissing and caressing and re-acquainting themselves with one another.]
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I want you. [The whisper disappears into another kiss.]