[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.]
[ It's warm, intimate, and Bells needs that silence to catch his breath, come back to himself. Then, Kurt's speaking and he's quietly laughing, nuzzling his cheek. ]
Yeah, yeah. Give me a second. [ He withdraws, still careful even as he tries to maneuver them to the bed. Thankfully his legs haven't given out on him, his arm either, and once he gets Kurt there, he takes care of the condom and gathers their clothes. Bells drops them, not at all ashamed that he's naked. When he sits, his attention is on Kurt. ] You feeling okay?
[He lets himself be cared for, simply too exhausted and sore to protest. And honestly, why would he? Bells loves him, so it's okay for Kurt to let him take care of him. The feeling is like soaring, grabbing hold of his heart and taking off with it. It doesn't even matter if he's hurting on the outside, because the inside is being mended at last.
Rolling to the side, he smiles sleepily at Bells.] I'm good. I'm...really, really good, actually.
[ A lazy slide of his fingers along a thigh, and Bells leans over him, smile soft as he moves to lie beside him.
You know. [ He takes Kurt's hand, gently tracing over the knuckles. His eyes are focused on the movement, the warm and differences between their skin. ] You're the first person I've said that too. Ever.
[ He's quiet for a minute, and when he finally meets Kurt's eyes, there's a soft smile. ]
That you're not gonna leave me. [ A quick shake of his head. ] Well-- I know it's more than that. It's not like you can really explain it with words. Right? But I care about you.
[Kurt feels that tightness in his throat again and he leans forward impulsively, kissing Bells on the mouth. It's a short, sweet, surprisingly innocent kiss, and he smiles shyly as he pulls away. It's almost as if they didn't just have raunchy wall sex a few minutes ago.]
[ He oh so maturely sticks his tongue out at him, caught in a grin as he leans his head against a shoulder. Bells closes his eyes, a hand resting on Kurt's chest. ]
It's good enough for me as long as you get it. [ And then he's silent again, voice low the next time he speaks. ] But hey. You should think about what I said earlier. I was serious.
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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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Yeah, yeah. Give me a second. [ He withdraws, still careful even as he tries to maneuver them to the bed. Thankfully his legs haven't given out on him, his arm either, and once he gets Kurt there, he takes care of the condom and gathers their clothes. Bells drops them, not at all ashamed that he's naked. When he sits, his attention is on Kurt. ] You feeling okay?
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Rolling to the side, he smiles sleepily at Bells.] I'm good. I'm...really, really good, actually.
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You know. [ He takes Kurt's hand, gently tracing over the knuckles. His eyes are focused on the movement, the warm and differences between their skin. ] You're the first person I've said that too. Ever.
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Really?
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I guess I never really got what it was supposed to mean before.
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What do you think it means?
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That you're not gonna leave me. [ A quick shake of his head. ] Well-- I know it's more than that. It's not like you can really explain it with words. Right? But I care about you.
I'd do anything for you, Kurt. I'm yours.
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I think you got the gist of it, yeah.
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It's good enough for me as long as you get it. [ And then he's silent again, voice low the next time he speaks. ] But hey. You should think about what I said earlier. I was serious.
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I will. I'll consider it. It makes sense, I just... [He trails off, biting his lip.]
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You're just not sure. Right?
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[It's horrible that he has to qualify that.]
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