[A little laugh, and he lets Bells slide his shirt up a bit, enjoying the touch against his bare skin. He leans back and supports himself against the wall, then reaches out to tug at the other man's belt.]
You work on these. [And he starts disrobing, very slowly. He leaves his shirt on for warmth but works his tight pants down his hips; it's a bit of a job, so it takes him a while.]
[ Bells takes a step forward at that pull, the occupied hand braced against the wall so he can lean over him and kiss at the side of his neck. His mouth works as low as it can, his other hand easily following through with those words and getting the rest of his clothes off. It's no jumpsuit this time, though he's just as equally naked underneath, and he noses below the collar of Kurt's shirt, nipping at skin when he steps out of them.
No shame, already half-aroused, and Bells curls his fingers around one of Kurt's wrists, squeezing lightly before sliding his palm over a thigh and trying to help along this undressing business. ]
I really like touching you. [ He murmurs it against his cheek, kissing a path to his mouth now. ] You always feel good.
You feel good too. [It's the only thing he can think of to reply with and damn, he sucks at this dirty talk business. He manages to get his pants off though, which a little assistance--he winces as pressure is put on his injured leg--and then his arms are back around Bells.]
S-so how... [How do we go about this?, he's about to say, but he realizes how inexperienced and young that would make him sound so he clamps his mouth shut.]
[ But Bells catches on, leaning into him and sliding his arm around Kurt's back. Under the shirt he's kept on, his fingers continue to slip lower. ]
How're we gonna do this? [ It's a tease, shifting his hips so there's a bit of friction between them now. He can't help it, tilting his head to bite at his earlobe. ] I guess I could show you that too.
[ A groan at the pressure of those nails, arching against him as if it'd get him to do it just a bit harder, but there's something incredibly intimate about Kurt speaking that keeps him from surrendering to his own momentary need of wanting more. He wants him. Bells settles a hand on his hip, taking a step back and tracing the length of his torso with the lubricant. He kisses him when he reaches the end of his shirt, using the bottle to lift it so he can continue a path around his side and along the dip in his back. ]
Hold this. And turn a little, okay? [ A kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slips the condom into Kurt's hand, rocking into him to urge him to the side. A grin. ] It'll be a lot easier after, uh, I do this part.
[He blushes and nods. It's actually a little easier to keep the weight off his bad leg when he has a wall to brace his hands against, though he still has to stand. He feels sore, but the anticipation is enough for him to work through the pain. His forehead leans against the wall as he closes his eyes and relaxes his body.]
Don't say it like that. [ He presses against him, knee bent so he can gently nudge his legs a little further apart. Bells is careful, making sure Kurt's weight doesn't affect his injury too much, and he settles his hand beneath his shirt, palm flat against his belly. ] I promise it'll feel good.
[ He murmurs it across the back of his neck, dragging his tongue along exposed skin and wanting to get him out of the damn shirt he's wearing. But Bells tries to focus on touching him instead, fingers slipping down between Kurt's thighs to curl around him. One-handed, he slowly manages to work the lube open. ]
[ He can only do so much with one hand, though he takes the time to tease Kurt a little. Bells strokes him slow, teeth nipping at an ear in an attempt to draw more of those sounds from him. It's simple to fall into the warmth of him and the angles of his body like this too, hips rocking forward just enough to rub against him. Steady, building a rhythm he eventually has to slow and stop altogether so he can slick his fingers and prepare him thoroughly but quickly.
He gives himself some space, head tilted so he can watch what he's doing when he carefully presses inside. There's the resistance, the heat. For a moment, Bells' mind wanders, wondering just how he'd feel if he slid to his knees and used his tongue instead-- He kisses at a shoulder through his shirt. Maybe this is probably more than adventurous enough for him right now. ]
Mmm. [ A breathy laugh, voice low against the side of his neck. ] How's that? Okay?
[It's not an unfamiliar sensation, but the pain in his leg is new. He seriously wonders how they're going to do this--for a second, anyway. Bells' fingers are very, very distracting. Everything Bells does is so effortlessly good, and this is no exception. He pushes back a little, also rutting his hips against Bells' hand at the same time.]
[ He bites his tongue, smothering some sound that might have been obscene, and Bells occupies himself with moving his hand, repeating the process just as carefully so there's two fingers inside him. Curving, stretching. His breath is heavy against Kurt's neck, and he kisses his skin affectionately, eyes closed for a second so he can just feel him.
Then, he's withdrawing to do it all over again with a third. ]
Just a bit more. [ And he's breathless, hurried, needing him more than he's realized. So, he searches for Kurt's hand to take the condom from him. ] Let me get this-- Come here. Put your arms around me.
[That's definitely something he can do. Carefully he turns around and slips his arms around Bells' strong shoulders, holding on, entrusting the other man with his weight. His whole body is hot now, open, needy.]
[ He shifts against him, kissing Kurt as he rips open the condom, and only when Bells puts it on, does he pull away from his mouth. More lubricant, and the bottle is immediately dropped to the floor, hands sliding down Kurt's sides to grasp his hips. ]
You're gonna have to help me. [ The murmur is low, pushing to tug at the thigh of his uninjured leg and urge it around him. He presses Kurt into the wall. ] Don't worry. I won't drop you.
[ There's only a grin, situating himself so that he can take his weight when he hooks his arm beneath his other leg and lifts him up. He pins him there, using the angle of his own body to keep him still so he can reach between them with his free hand and grip his cock. Bells leans forward to kiss him, rocking forward to press inside, and his fingers fall to his side as he guides him slowly, eyes closed. ]
[Kurt holds on tight with his arms and legs, resting most of his weight against the wall. He can feel Bells brushing against him, slick and hot between his legs, and he lets out a moan of longing. When the other man finally pushes inside Kurt's mouth falls open, and he sucks in a shuddering gasp.]
[ A nonsensical mumble against Kurt's skin, just noise really, and he arches his back a little to adjust, feeling the tension in his legs as he holds them both up. Even with the support of the wall, it's a lot of work. But he's unbelievably sexy with his mouth slack like that, the sounds he's making the biggest turn-on. A curse under his breath, gripping his leg a little tighter. ] Kurt--
[ Bells gently pulls back, testing the position before thrusting forward and trying his best to bring him closer at the same time. ] You're so hot like this.
[It's a lot, it's really a lot-- His whole body bears down onto Bells, creating an almost overwhelming pressure, and he clenches around him a few times as he adjusts. When Bells pushes forward he lets out another high-pitched whine.]
O-oh... [He'd never imagined doing anything like this, but now he wishes he had sooner.] Move, please--
[ Bells simply grits his teeth and does as he asks, free hand idly tracing along an arm, down his side and around his back. He can't stop touching him, likes how heated his skin is-- There's a low groan, something that might have been Kurt's name on the tip of his tongue. A slight tilt of his hips, and he rocks into him a little harder. ]
Hey. [ His breath is shallow, voice deep and quiet. ] Look at me.
[ Because he wants to watch him, see his face and whatever emotion crosses it between each teasing withdraw and quick snap forward. Bells lifts Kurt's leg just a fraction higher, experimenting with the angle and grinning as he does. ]
[Bells is thick and hot and wet inside him, and he squirms against the wall, rotating his hips just a fraction to try and feel more of it. He lets out another little cry as Bells thrusts sharply, and his body clenches around him again, squeezing.
He doesn't let himself look away, and pries his eyes open just enough to look at Bells' face. The other man is beyond gorgeous, and the look of lust he sees--lust for him--is something he'll never get over, no matter how many times they do this.]
[ Lust, love. A slew of other emotions he doesn't have a name for--they're very much there as he slams him into the wall. It's unintentional, though the hard slide of his cock inside him makes Bells shiver, has his fingers digging hard into Kurt's thigh to keep from dropping him. He leans in, kissing his mouth and breath heavy. A pant that accompanies breathless words. ]
I wanna see you— [ touch yourself, come for me. There are a million lewd things he thinks to say but can't, caught in the feel of him and the simple uninhibited clutch of Kurt's body around his. Everything about this feels good, is so, so right that it has his mind empty of anything else. When he breathes, he tastes him on his tongue. When he moves, Bells groans and drags him forward into another thrust. Over and over. Sharp, shallow. A teasing means to an eventual end.
His lips slide over a cheek, arm bracing against the wall beside him as he rocks into him steadily, needy and getting close. ]
[He doesn't know why he says it. It's just babbling, an observation between hot kisses and breathy moans. His muscles feel strained and his back hurts from being pushed into the wall, but somehow that adds to the intensity of it all, and he finds himself grinding his hips down as hard as he can.
Bells keeps just brushing his prostate and he whines, twisting and rocking his hips, trying to get him to push harder against it. He realizes he's probably acting like a porn star at this point--but no one else is watching, right?]
[ He grits his teeth, eyes still narrowed on his face like there's no one else he'd rather see or anyone else he'd rather touch. Bells takes all of it in, kissing him hard when he thrusts forward and biting into Kurt's lip in response. He sucks at it, trying to accommodate as he shifts to hit that spot the next time he slips inside him. Things are faster now, heavier, thicker. It's hard to breathe, so Bells simply kisses Kurt until he's moaning against him and nipping at his tongue. ]
Kurt. [ Bells stretches, weight settled on his feet so he can trap him against the wall and free his hand. His fingers trace down his chest, circling his navel. ] Let me, nnh. Let me stay with you.
[ Because it's all about the guilt now, how he feels responsible for getting them to this point—Kurt getting hurt, almost losing him. He grips his cock, stroking quick and hard in counter to the way he's fucking him into the wall. Maybe it's not the most intimate, not the most seductive, but it's all he has. This is all he has. Bells' voice is caught in a hitch, hips arching into Kurt's. ]
[It's getting to the point where Kurt is having difficult with the English language--but he can hear the desperation in Bells' voice, feel the way the other man holds him and kisses him and fucks into him. I need you, he hears, and it's just exactly what he needs to hear right then, and the moment just crashes down on them and he wraps himself around Bells and just holds on for dear life.]
D-don't let me go... [For some reason that's the perfect response. It comes out of his mouth without any prior thought as he tightens his legs around Bells and rams his hips down desperately.]
[ He's not going to last. It's in the slight stutter of his hips, how his lungs burn and his body heaves to be closer. Bells wants to feel him from the inside out, knows this boy can take him apart with only a look and keep him forever. Lips press to hot skin, trailing down the side of his neck as everything becomes rhythm and automatic and like a good heartache echoing in his chest. ]
I won't. [ Bells doesn't even sound like himself anymore, quiet and wanting as he mumbles the words. ] Not anymore. Please--
[ He squeezes his eyes shut, biting into a shoulder and clutching at Kurt hard enough to leave bruises when he comes, legs miraculously reliant and hand still jerkily working between them. There's a sound in his throat that means nothing, though Bells might tell him later he'd meant for it to be something. You're mine. ]
[Bells doesn't have to say it, honestly. Kurt can feel it around, inside, all over him. He can't do anything anymore but hold on, close his eyes and let Bells wreck him. When he comes it's so sharp and sudden that he lets out a startled cry, momentarily forgetting every bit of pain he's experiencing as pleasure negates it all.
When it's over he's like a doll, boneless and completely fucked out, clinging weakly to Bells' neck. His breathing is shallow and he's quiet for a long moment. When he speaks, it's in a barely-there whisper.]
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You work on these. [And he starts disrobing, very slowly. He leaves his shirt on for warmth but works his tight pants down his hips; it's a bit of a job, so it takes him a while.]
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No shame, already half-aroused, and Bells curls his fingers around one of Kurt's wrists, squeezing lightly before sliding his palm over a thigh and trying to help along this undressing business. ]
I really like touching you. [ He murmurs it against his cheek, kissing a path to his mouth now. ] You always feel good.
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S-so how... [How do we go about this?, he's about to say, but he realizes how inexperienced and young that would make him sound so he clamps his mouth shut.]
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How're we gonna do this? [ It's a tease, shifting his hips so there's a bit of friction between them now. He can't help it, tilting his head to bite at his earlobe. ] I guess I could show you that too.
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Please. [His voice is lower somehow.] I want you to.
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Hold this. And turn a little, okay? [ A kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slips the condom into Kurt's hand, rocking into him to urge him to the side. A grin. ] It'll be a lot easier after, uh, I do this part.
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[He blushes and nods. It's actually a little easier to keep the weight off his bad leg when he has a wall to brace his hands against, though he still has to stand. He feels sore, but the anticipation is enough for him to work through the pain. His forehead leans against the wall as he closes his eyes and relaxes his body.]
I'm ready.
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[ He murmurs it across the back of his neck, dragging his tongue along exposed skin and wanting to get him out of the damn shirt he's wearing. But Bells tries to focus on touching him instead, fingers slipping down between Kurt's thighs to curl around him. One-handed, he slowly manages to work the lube open. ]
I want you.
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[His fingers curl against the wall and he shivers, lets out a gasp when he feels the hand encircle him.]
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He gives himself some space, head tilted so he can watch what he's doing when he carefully presses inside. There's the resistance, the heat. For a moment, Bells' mind wanders, wondering just how he'd feel if he slid to his knees and used his tongue instead-- He kisses at a shoulder through his shirt. Maybe this is probably more than adventurous enough for him right now. ]
Mmm. [ A breathy laugh, voice low against the side of his neck. ] How's that? Okay?
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Yeah...
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Then, he's withdrawing to do it all over again with a third. ]
Just a bit more. [ And he's breathless, hurried, needing him more than he's realized. So, he searches for Kurt's hand to take the condom from him. ] Let me get this-- Come here. Put your arms around me.
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You're gonna have to help me. [ The murmur is low, pushing to tug at the thigh of his uninjured leg and urge it around him. He presses Kurt into the wall. ] Don't worry. I won't drop you.
[ There's only a grin, situating himself so that he can take his weight when he hooks his arm beneath his other leg and lifts him up. He pins him there, using the angle of his own body to keep him still so he can reach between them with his free hand and grip his cock. Bells leans forward to kiss him, rocking forward to press inside, and his fingers fall to his side as he guides him slowly, eyes closed. ]
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[ Bells gently pulls back, testing the position before thrusting forward and trying his best to bring him closer at the same time. ] You're so hot like this.
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O-oh... [He'd never imagined doing anything like this, but now he wishes he had sooner.] Move, please--
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Hey. [ His breath is shallow, voice deep and quiet. ] Look at me.
[ Because he wants to watch him, see his face and whatever emotion crosses it between each teasing withdraw and quick snap forward. Bells lifts Kurt's leg just a fraction higher, experimenting with the angle and grinning as he does. ]
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He doesn't let himself look away, and pries his eyes open just enough to look at Bells' face. The other man is beyond gorgeous, and the look of lust he sees--lust for him--is something he'll never get over, no matter how many times they do this.]
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I wanna see you— [ touch yourself, come for me. There are a million lewd things he thinks to say but can't, caught in the feel of him and the simple uninhibited clutch of Kurt's body around his. Everything about this feels good, is so, so right that it has his mind empty of anything else. When he breathes, he tastes him on his tongue. When he moves, Bells groans and drags him forward into another thrust. Over and over. Sharp, shallow. A teasing means to an eventual end.
His lips slide over a cheek, arm bracing against the wall beside him as he rocks into him steadily, needy and getting close. ]
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[He doesn't know why he says it. It's just babbling, an observation between hot kisses and breathy moans. His muscles feel strained and his back hurts from being pushed into the wall, but somehow that adds to the intensity of it all, and he finds himself grinding his hips down as hard as he can.
Bells keeps just brushing his prostate and he whines, twisting and rocking his hips, trying to get him to push harder against it. He realizes he's probably acting like a porn star at this point--but no one else is watching, right?]
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Kurt. [ Bells stretches, weight settled on his feet so he can trap him against the wall and free his hand. His fingers trace down his chest, circling his navel. ] Let me, nnh. Let me stay with you.
[ Because it's all about the guilt now, how he feels responsible for getting them to this point—Kurt getting hurt, almost losing him. He grips his cock, stroking quick and hard in counter to the way he's fucking him into the wall. Maybe it's not the most intimate, not the most seductive, but it's all he has. This is all he has. Bells' voice is caught in a hitch, hips arching into Kurt's. ]
I need you.
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D-don't let me go... [For some reason that's the perfect response. It comes out of his mouth without any prior thought as he tightens his legs around Bells and rams his hips down desperately.]
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I won't. [ Bells doesn't even sound like himself anymore, quiet and wanting as he mumbles the words. ] Not anymore. Please--
[ He squeezes his eyes shut, biting into a shoulder and clutching at Kurt hard enough to leave bruises when he comes, legs miraculously reliant and hand still jerkily working between them. There's a sound in his throat that means nothing, though Bells might tell him later he'd meant for it to be something. You're mine. ]
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When it's over he's like a doll, boneless and completely fucked out, clinging weakly to Bells' neck. His breathing is shallow and he's quiet for a long moment. When he speaks, it's in a barely-there whisper.]
O-okay. Now I really need to lie down.
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