[ 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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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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[ But he can only reassure him so much. He doesn't actually have that kind of control. ]
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