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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[ 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.]