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ghouljams · 7 months

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can the fae!boys use the taps in ways for like fully good intent like lets say if libeling was freaked and stressed out of her mind and well overworked just one tap and shes putty in königs arms to take care of- or the panic attack with her fic got me thinking if she was in one he could just go tap

Taps can absolutely be used with good intent. This is where I say that magic in this au cannot be good or evil, it's all in how you use it. Blessings and curses are two sides of the same coin: a spell for a baby might be a blessing for one and a curse for another, but at the end of the day it's the same magic. But yeah let's have someone other than the kinksters use the tap for good vibes.

You're completely run down, drained of everything that isn't numbers and money or worries about numbers and money. You should call your accountant. Instead you're sitting at your little kitchen table with receipts and month income reports. You're pretty sure you're turning a profit. You might not be. Who knows? Not you.

You haven't had a day off in... fuck when was the last time you took a day off? Maybe two, three(?), months ago? When you got dragged to that Renn Faire? That sounds about right. Today doesn't count. End of the quarter accounting doesn't count as a day off even if you had to close the shop.

König seems restless. He's been pacing around the flat with nothing to occupy him all day. You've snapped at him a couple times, sent him outside or to the shops just for a moment's piece. You rub your eyes with the heel of your hand, tapping you pencil against your calculator as you stare down the list you've been making on spare notebook paper. You're starting to get a migraine. The lights are too brightly haloed, each ambient noise too loud against your skin, you can feel your bones and it's nauseating.

You sit back in your chair and press your hands to your face, giving yourself a moment's darkness as you try to weigh Advil against just going to bed. When you finally slide your hands from your face you're staring up at König, his concern radiating off of him, or maybe he's just blocking your overhead light.

"Are you sick meine liebe?" he asks, leaning to press the back of his hand against your forehead. He takes it back with a frown, fingers hovering close.

"No, I'm just-" You shake your head, sit forward again to keep working, König's hand covers your eyes. You sigh and lean against the gentle touch, "I'm just tired König."

"Everything will still be there in the morning Liebling, come to bed." His thumb rubs at your forehead, soothing the worried creases.

"I'll just keep thinking about it," You let out another sigh, press your hands against König's, press his warmth and darkness into your tired eyes. You feel a childish whine building behind your ribs, your head hurts and you don't want to think anymore. You think- you think Love talked about Ghost doing something about that. God the last thing you want is to engage with anything similar to her reckless behavior, but the thump of a migraine against your skull is highly convincing.

"Can you-" The only experience you have with König's magic is what he gives you during sex, you don't really know what to ask for. You don't really know what to call what you want. Good fucking God you hate asking for help. König stays quiet, lets you sort through your thoughts without his interjection. "Can you make me stop thinking?" You ask, the migraine has started migrating towards nausea and the threat of being curled over the toilet overpowers your self sufficiency.

"You would put yourself in my care?" His voice is so soft, so careful and almost hopeful. You don't really know how not thinking would need care, but you nod against his hand. König takes a breath, his pointer finger raising to tap your forehead lightly.

Everything about you drops as you sag forward. All of the building pain is gone in an instant as König's magic sweeps through you, pushing every thought from your head. It settles like a blanket over your mind, hushing your sense of self and independence, and leaving you at König's mercy.

It's dark. No. There's something covering your eyes. A very careful movement, a hand sliding off your line of sight to cup your face and tip your head back. You're kissed so sweetly, gentle pressure and soft lips against your own. König, your sluggish brain supplies. König's magic seems eager to pick and choose what you know. Just the important things, his kiss tells you.

He pulls away with a low purr. You watch the twitch of his gaze, transfixed by the way he searches your eyes. He takes a breath and when he exhales it blows over you like a mist. Your eyes lid, then close, and you threaten to tip over again. Everything is heavy and soft. His hands slide under your arms, lifting you out of your uncomfortable seat.

"Up Schatz," König coaxes you to stand, helps you move your fuzzy, floaty, limbs, "There you go." You hardly stand from your chair before König's hand is pressing between your shoulders, tipping you forward at the waist to rest your hands against the table and scatter papers. His hands are big on your hips, holding you up as he drops to his knees behind you. "Let me help you," His voice is so husky, you hum and drop your head forward. It feels too heavy to keep holding up.

But it's so blissfully quiet, your thoughts silent and still as a lake. Any thought that slips through König's filter falls like sand through your fingers. Too slick to hold onto, not that you want to. No, this is good. Somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness, your body tingly and warm, just at the edge of a dream. You feel so peaceful. König drags your pants down. You feel kept. You feel like you're forgetting something.

"Am I supposed to be doing something?" You ask König, he'll know. He pauses, his hands squeezing your ass appreciatively.

"No, I'm going to eat you, and then you're going to bed." He tells you. You hum, that sounds nice. "Alles gut?"

"Yeah, good." You pull the syllables out into a low hum as his tongue licks a flat stripe over your slit. You rock back against his hold when he repeats the motion, slicking you with long teasing strokes. His tongue is so strange, twisting and circling against your clit, between your folds. Inhuman, entirely inhuman. The thought hums pleasantly in your veins, stirring heat alongside his long thick tongue.

It's hot and wet, his breath ghosting over you as he laps at your cunt making you shiver with need. Each slick drag rolls back and forth as his fingers squeeze your hips, your ass, every inch of softness appreciated for what it is. You. König closes his lips around your clit and sucks, his tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub, making heat race through you. You stomach jumps, your breath hitches, you press your hands against the table to try and press back against him. His hands hold you firmly in place as pleasure leaps up your spine.

The clench of your needy cunt catches his attention, and he shift to wiggle his tongue into the hole. He slurps greedily as you drip into his mouth, one of his hands leaving your hip to thumb your clit, coaxing you to clench on his tongue and whine. One of his claws catches your clit and you jerk, only for the ones on your hip to dig in further. Your breath stutters feeling the firm pressure of skin at its breaking point, the hot pinpricks of beading blood.

You freeze, grip the scattered papers under your hands with unsteady fists. If you focus past the slick liquid pleasure he's licking into you, you can feel the flat dangerous press of teeth just behind his lips. You shiver, his tongue twisting inside of you to push against your gummy walls, stroking alongside the fingers at your clit. He's more monster than man, and you're reminded how much you love that when he growls against your cunt.

"More," You beg, pressing back against his mouth. He pulls back and his hand leaves your hip, hardly giving your knees time to buckle before it smacks your ass. You jolt forward, your thighs hitting the edge of the table as quickly as he's holding your hip to pull you back onto his tongue.

"Such a greedy thing liebchen, remember your manners," He spits on your cunt, watches his saliva drip down with the rest of your slick before gathering it on his tongue.

"Please," You mumble, letting the word drop from your lips as he licks you. The hot roll of his tongue before his mouth closes over you, before he sucks at your slick skin, makes your back arch. His hum reverberates through you, and you let your eyes roll. König pinches your clit meanly, before soothing the ache with his tongue, his fingers moving to press into your hole.

He lets you rock back against them. The two thick digits rough with callouses, crook to press against your spongy sweet spot, claws all but forgotten as he strokes your soft inner walls. Each gentle thrust of his fingers drags a new coil of heat through you, tightens the feeling deep in your stomach. His tongue coaxes it tighter, easing you towards a hard release.

"Don't tell me I made you so stupid you forgot how to cum Schatzi," He murmurs, pressing sucking kisses to your clit. You don't think so, but you certainly feel like you're missing something. Every touch of him inches you a bit higher, winds your muscles a little tenser, until you don't think you can take any more.

His grip on your hip loosens as his hand slides up under your shirt. König's fingers spread wide under the fabric, hooking themselves in the strands between you with practiced ease. They grip, hard, and rip you forward to collapse against the table, all your tethers bursting into full technicolor. Everything inside of you breaks and you feel your orgasm crash into you.

"There you go, there you go," He groans, fingers thrusting a little faster into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot a little harder as you squirt against his mouth. Every muscle firing to shake and shudder as you collapse forward onto the table, letting König work you through your orgasm. Your legs shake, hips jerking as he keeps fucking you, keeps sucking at your clit, overstimulating you when you don't have the energy to tell him not to. You whine high and tight in your throat, feel another spring snap and bring the shivers back in full. It hurts so good. He drinks you down so nicely.

You don't know if your really standing as much as König's letting you sit on his face. Dimly you think it doesn't matter. You said you'd put yourself in his care, and you don't regret it. You're tingling and warm, wrung out. He's gentle moving you, you hardly feel it when he stands, when he helps you pull your shirt over your head so he can pick you up.

You settle against him, his hand holding you up as your arms drape over his shoulders. You close your eyes and enjoy the darkness of it, the calm peace in your mind. The sink turns on as you nod off in König's grip. The rush of water is almost a welcome sound, but does nothing to eclipse the soft purr that rumbles from your partner. He moves and you lose track of where you are in space in favor of letting his purring pull you further under his spell.

He settles you in bed, just like he promised. A warm washcloth wipes between your legs, cleaning you up as gently as König can manage before he's crawling onto the bed behind you, and tugging the covers up. He murmurs something your brain is too sluggish to hold onto, and kisses the top of your head. You're tugged snugly back against his chest, his arms oh-so tightly wrapped around you. Comfortably held, your body wastes no time dragging you down into sleep.

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itshummelswitch · 4 years

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KURTBASTIAN | Club.

WHEN: February 24th, 2020

WHERE: Squires, kink club.

WHO: Sebastian Smythe & Kurt Hummel | @markedswitchsmythe

EVENT: First Kurtbastian meeting. Flirting & dirty talk ensues.

Honestly Sebastian taken the more open minded approach to this place, if they were stuck here. Why not at least embrace it for a little while? Besides, that blond kid Sam seemed to OK with being here long term, at least longer than the rest of had been here. Sebastian leaned against the bar, the long dancers body arching out as he curled a hand around the cocktail and took a little sip of it. It was easier than you thought getting into this place, a simple line about some dominant inside he was meeting and just like that- he was in. He'd even plucked up one of those green tags from the counter - all system go for any boys around who might take his fancy. His shirt was already gone to show off those slender but tone body- years of dancing finally coming in handy. Sebastian's pants looked like they were painted on, the tight jeans showing off his ass in a specular way as he leaned over the edge of the bar, hearing the thumbing music and a few more...interesting and bold couples getting together around the club. God, this place could be fun at times.

After what seemed ages, Kurt had allowed himself to actually get out and explore. During the appropriate times given to him, of course. Last thing he wanted was a big, burly guy to come in and drag him back home or anywhere else for that matter. He wasn't exactly the most fond of being touched without his consent, and this place still gave him an anxiety spike. Despite Riley and Sam's words of knowledge to ease some of that paranoia, he still wasn't too sure if he should believe what he saw. People in collars, and people without. Nudity blatant and out in the open with no regrets. This definitely was far out of his usual comfort zone bubble, and he wasn't sure if he was ever going to get used to it. Having been escorted inside the biggest club known as Squires by an unnamed Dominant, who had shown up like some guardian angel to help him be granted access, he found himself with a blue bracelet. Adding some color to the bland cuffs he was still stuck with. He did want to educate himself. There was no way he was going to be a stick-in-the-mud this entire time. If he was here, he might as well start learning sometime. His outfit consisting of red pants, that hugged his curves and highlighted every asset he had in this club lighting. The black button down with the long sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms was a nice and simple touch, contrasting his pale white skin and tone arms for the club-goers to admire as he passed them. Not knowing where to put himself, he finds himself at the bar, noting the temperature being thick and hot which already had his throat feeling dry. He wasn't much of an alcoholic drinker, as he knew he was a lightweight to begin with, and opted for a simple fruity drink to sip at as he settled against the edge of the bar counter, arms resting comfortably in a lounge-like position.

Sebastian's eyes ran along the club before moving back to the bar as he took a little sip of his drink. It was easy to soak in the displays of flesh and some of the bolder public sex going on but his eyes were quickly drawn to something a little closer to home. Well, closer to the bar anyway. And certainly something more covered up than some of the other boys around. Still there was no denying that Sebastian felt the wind get knocked out of himself a little at the sight before him. Honestly, it was like the other was some god damn forgotten god. His head tilted as his eyes ran down that dark hair and the pretty, pale, almost porcelain skin. Perfect red lips and really, his eyes drifted down to that perky ass showed off in the pair of tight red pants as he leaned over the bar. Sebastian sucked on the inside of his cheek as he pressed his lips together at the sight. That ass alone could start the trojan war at least in Sebastian's eyes. It's hard to miss that pretty blue colour of the others cuff, in contrast to his own green as he brushed past a few people to simply take the empty spot at Kurt's side. "I'd offer to buy you a drink but you've already got one. Sort of a waste of a good line, though." Sebastian teased as he shifted his arm against the bar and his body turned to look at the other. The shirtless dancer giving his best thousand watt smile as he held out his hand. "Sebastian Smythe. How about I get your next one? Or like, some food sometime?" He added, his bright green eyes dancing into Kurt's. God he hoped this came off as charming and not...well, creepy as hell.

Kurt could feel a few onlookers eyeing him. It wasn't like he hadn't been in a club before, as he and his ex visited a rather popular one in New York a few times. And it was always a little flattering. Knowing he had someone's attention on him out of interest. Even so, with the coveted moaning going on in the background, it was going to take a little more for him to feel comfortable in being eyed like a piece of meat on a stick. Baby steps. The voice cutting through his senses, he turns to face Sebastian. Feeling his cheeks warm at the charming almost pick-up line, he does offer a warm smile - flattery never being a subtle point for him. The name being the hitting point that for him to put two-and-two together in the end, as he shifts against the bar. "Oh! You're Sebastian?" He asks, his grin dialing up as his eyes move to soak this man in. Silently applauding the outfit choice, as he couldn't help but notice the lack of shirt with those hip hugging pants. This guy was hot. Confident too, if the green bracelet meant anything. Never a bad look in Kurt's eyes. "You look so much better in person then whatever my head made up when we were talking in the chat." Another quick sip of his drink, he shakes himself. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel. The guy who lost his cat?"

It's hard to miss the others slight blush and it's a good sign that he's at least making a positive impression. There is a little arch of his eyebrow at the other saying his name but god, doesn't it feel like the sun is shining on him directly from Kurt's smile? There was tilt of his head as he finally gets the others name. "Ah. Kurt. Right. Along your not at all hateful cat. " His voice was warm and teasing though, a broad grin dancing along his lips as he could feel the others eyes on him - soaking in his near nudity. At least the other liked what he saw. "You're aware a statement like that does rather make curious about what I looked like in that handsome head of yours while were talking." He teased as he sipped of his own drink before lowering it to the bar. "Always good to put a name to the face though." He hummed, his hand reached out to tap the others blue cuff. " I see you've chosen to take the plunge when it comes to this place. That's properly for the best considering god knows how long we'll be here for." He pointed out with a little tilt of his head.

"I can assure you, my imagination couldn't cook up anything as good as you look." Kurt takes another sip of his drink, then sets the glass down, turning to face the bar for a better leaning pose. Maybe even taking advantage of Sebastian's eyes on him in the process. "And what about you? Am I a disappointment to what you may have thought I looked like?" Curiosity killed the cat as they say, and maybe it was a sort of fishing for a similar compliment, but he didn't care. Who could blame him. A friendly face and knowing someone here was setting his mind more at ease. Letting him relax. Perhaps even enjoy himself. More baby steps in the right direction. He can only smirk slightly at the pointing out of his blue bracelet. He didn't know what he was thinking when he chose it. It seemed like a good common middle ground? He didn't not want to interact, but he also didn't want to give anyone the idea that he was down for a sudden pull into an orgy of sorts. He wasn't that level of confidence. Not yet. "According to Sam and my brother, we probably will be here for a long while. They managed to do it - so might as well. Right?" He gives a nod towards the others green bracelet. "Has anyone taken advantage of you yet?" It sounded a little wrong coming out of his mouth, and he hoped it wouldn't get taken the wrong way. Even if Sebastian was half naked, and clearly down for anything.

"OOoh that's quite the compliment. Careful you'll have me blushing." Sebastian added with a flash of that smile as he kept his eyes on the other, though he might have let them drift down the others body as he moved to soak in that gorgeous body again. There's a gentle laugh at the others question but it's not cruel at all as a hand lifted to brush against his own jawline. "God the last thing you are is a disappointment. You're...stunning, Kurt. " he pointed out with a wave of his hand. " I mean, could go on for hours but those eyes alone are super distracting and your ass is..." Sebastian added with a shake of his head as he trailed and he took another sip of his own drink to cover any more embracing compliments to flow out of his mouth. "I get the feeling Sam and your brother are right about that and..the place doesn't seem as terrible as it could be. Certainly nothing all that shady about it. Yet anyway. And hey, at least everyone here seems...cool right? They're gonna go at your speed Kurt. At least any kinkster worth his salt would. " Not like there was some weird SAW style killer around the island or anything. It just seemed to be...exactly as the man in the room he'd awoken up in said it would be. "Why? You curious about taking advantage of me? " Sebastian teased at the question of his own colour as he shot a wink over at the shorter, pale boy across from him. "Because trust me when I say I'd more than be OK with that." He added before he finally addressed the question with a little shake of his head. "Not tonight but it's still early yet. I was more just getting use to the club and you know, exploring it. Taking in the sights." Sebastian answered the others actual question with a simple one shouldered shrug.

"Would blushing be such a bad thing?" Kurt has to ask. He's already in the club. This guy was already half naked as it was. Blushing would seem to be lower on the expectancy scale of things someone in here would shoot for - and that was not intended for any pun making either. Something about the club air. Getting out of his house, and just experiencing people was a nice. And thankfully his current company was even nicer. It didn't hurt either that he was a good piece of eye candy. "Maybe," He comments about the two Dominant's who had been here longer, knowing a thing or two. "Riley has been known to be a bit of a know-it-all." Which was the truth of the matter. It's a miracle he doesn't choke on his drink as he tries to finish it right as the mention of being taken advantage of gets brought up. Teasing of course, but his cheeks tinge even hotter. Or was it the humid atmosphere? Hard to tell. "Well - I don't know about you. But I wouldn't mind exploring these sights a little better and take full advantage of your outfit - or lack thereof." Empty glass aside, he pushed away from the bar. The music was doings things to him, and he wanted to move to it.

"Maybe not a bad thing but certainly a rare thing for me which would make you...well, special." Sebastian countered with a little arch of his eyebrow as he took a little slip of his drink. Not like Sebastian often was thrown off his game and hey, causing such a reaction would be an achievement for him. There was a little one shouldered shrug as he placed the glass back onto the other. "Is he? Can't say I've really got any decent read of your brother. Other than he really does not like your cat." Riley hadn't exactly been all that open as some of the other people around the island. There's a little lick of the switches lower lips as he watches the others reaction to his words. Oh, it was pretty glorious. "Oh really now? Well, now, Minou, you can take advantage of me and this outfit however you want.." Sebastian was smart enough to get the others intention however and he pushed off the bar himself and made the rather bold move of just slipping his fingers into Kurt's and moving him towards the dance floor. His fingers slotting into Kurt's almost perfectly as he pulled the boy into the mass of close dancers and let the music was over them both.

No one had grabbed his hand before out of the blue. Not since his ex - but even that had been short lived in its prime. It wasn't an unpleasant warmth spreading from his hand either throughout his entire body, that just further pumped him up to the music. Needing to move. Needing to do something with this man on the dance floor. Almost a perfect stranger, who Kurt was obviously feeling an attraction to. And the tighter his pants got, the more obvious that was. No shame, Hummel, if anything Sebastian came across as someone who would be smug and flaunt that knowledge. "So, have any saucy stories of your experience in the club life, le beau?" Kurt asks once they find an empty spot, giving his free hand a chance to hook a finger on a tempting belt loop, pulling the slightly taller man in closer to feel the heat radiating off each other.

Sebastian easily relished that closeness between himself and Kurt, his trademark smirk dancing along his lips as the other tugged him forward by that belt loop. His hand keeping locked with Kurt's as the other moved down the others slender hip with a tilt of his head. There was a little dip of his eyes at the others rather...more evident crotch but he kept his comments to himself as he leaned forward to brush his lips near the others. "Oh- plenty. Sometimes It was just good to blow off steam...work got too much and you just wanted...some release.." he teased, the words dancing over at the other like a spell. "What do you wanna hear about? Times I dominated sweet, cute things like yourself Hm? Had them moaning for Daddy? Or times I just...gave up control?" He asked curious what the other might take. God knows Sebastian was never one to skip some dirty talk or at least, some dirty talk story time.

Okay. Kurt was getting the appeal of being in a place like this. Being open, free, without any judgement passed. As some bodies in the room were even closer in contact than he was with Sebastian right now. And he could just about taste the other man's breath on the tip of his tongue. So warm and inviting, begging him to give something up. And he wanted to. It was a matter of knowing what that something was. Smirking in retaliation to the one opposite him, he doesn't shy away from the questions that intrigued him even more. Knowing that Sebastian had played both sides of the coin made more sense as to why he was a Switch - if only he could say the same. "I'm sure you could pick a favorite time for both." His fingers walking slowly from one loop to another. "Don't spare any details. Being stingy is for other nights."

Oh, he liked this side of Kurt, that mischivious light in his eyes and the way he leaned towards him, that ferity energy flicking back and forth between the two boys. " Oh right then.." Sebastian tilted his bead back slightly as he gave a little hum, as if he was dwelling over the many times he'd indulged in a bit of kink to pick out the best ones. "Back home there was a club much like this one...And they had this big stage in the center. And there was pretty shy boy I'd be courting all night. He liked a strong hand and being put in his place.." Sebastian hummed, the story weaving over the other like a spell. "The club was pretty full, it was a Friday night but the moment I dragged that boy up onto the stage. Every single person's eyes were on us. I pushed him to his knees. Those pretty innocent eyes staring up at me as fucking hot as hell." Sebastian continued. " God, if I could tell how hot that sir that dropped from his lips were..well..you'd be just as taken with him as I was. I slipped my cock out from my leather pants and...not to brag but hey, I'm impressive enough that the boy literally whimpered.." he hummed. " I throat fucked the boy till tears came down his cheeks. Right there. It was like this...performance. And addictive power rush..." Sebastian's eyes met the other. "How's that?"

Truth be told, Kurt was taken aback that Sebastian actually had to think of a time. Were there really that many? Being surprised shouldn't be a thing he figures, not with how good of a game Sebastian talks. He clearly had the experience under his belt to prove he knew what he was doing. In a way it made Kurt more at ease, hips pressed against one another in such close proximity. This was clearly a kink club, he was going to be in good hands if anything escalated past dancing. Brow lifted as the story unfolds, he can picture it clearly in his mind's eye. Blood traveling south of the equator would probably be noticeable more now in their shared space, but Kurt keeps dancing. Doesn't stop. Won't stop. "That is incredible, actually." The corner of his mouth quirks. "Especially considering you being so humble about bragging about how impressive you are." His tongue teasing at the corner of his own mouth. "The only juicy story I have is that my ex made me come at work, without even touching me since he was in a class at the time."

There was a little smirk as he felt something rather noticeable press into his hip from the other boy, it was nice to know that he'd done his job with that story. Sebastian kept up the movements himself though, dancing along to the pounding beats, though there might have been a little more deliberate grinding once he felt such a...reaction. "Oh yeah? Glad you liked it." Sebastian replied as his eyes met the others as he bit his lower lip before he gave a shrug at those next words. "Oh so humble. Doesn't mean I was lying at allllllll." He promised- more than away he was rather gifted in that regard.

Sebastian's head tilted at the others words with a little impressed hum. It was a pretty hot image. "And just pray tell, how did he make you do that?? Come on, details Hummel. Fair trade and all that." The taller point pointed out as his hands moved down to brush along Kurt's hips, a firm grip against them.

A soft laugh erupts from somewhere in the Switches chest, not knowing why he was so willing to share such an intimate story about his ex and the time he had made a mess out of himself at work. But he wanted to share it. What would Chandler care? The guy wasn't here. The guy was his ex. They weren't the most romantic love story to exist, so he didn't have anything to lose. Not when he was this close and being hyper aware of where he was being touched. "Well, it started off innocent enough. He was bored in class. I was doing the easy task of filing things." Kurt begins, rolling his hips at a particular good beat in the music playing overhead. "He mentioned how he could see some girls underwear from where he was sitting. And he stated he'd like to see me in something lacy and black. I humored him and said he was in luck because I had some in a secret drawer. He took the bait and asked where I got them, and why he never saw them before." Head tilting to the side, Kurt bring an arm up to wrap securely around Sebastian's neck, pulling their bodies even closer. "He then proceeded to want photos of me in those underwear. I said I was at work. He said that I should wear them to work the next day, and send him a photo. I asked why. He then said he likes the idea that I would wear those just for him, and how he'd come for me at my lunch break. Bend me over my bosses desk, and pull those lacy beauties aside, and..." He pauses, biting on his bottom lip as he tickles his fingers against the back of Sebastian's neck. "Are you sure you want to know the rest?"

Sebastian tilted his head as he soaked in that story but it certainly took a direction he wasn't expecting but god, if the image of Kurt in a pair of lace, black panties didn't get him hard as rock even right here in the rather public space of a dance club. Granted the others grinding didn't help anything but he was pretty sure that Kurt could feel his reaction to the news that Kurt had a secret draw full of lacy underwear. It was a little betrayal of his body for one of his most favorite kinks. His head tilted back against the others arm but he kept that closeness, deliberately grinding his half-hard s and very prominent cock against the boy as he smirked at those next words. "I can't say I blame him. I rather want a picture of you wearing a pair now..." Sebastian near groaned at that fun visual image of Kurt bent over a desk and being fucked while still wearing a pair of lace panties. "And fucked blind?" Sebastian finished, his eyes heated as his hand moved down Kurt's back as he gave a chuckle at those words. " Oh, I'm so very, very sure. I think I need to know the rest if anything. Don't leave a guy wanting like this." He shot back, his body rolling to the music again, pressing his hips against the others. Sebastian's eyes meeting the others as he felt the rest of the dance floor - hell the entire sex club- fade away and it was like the two of them alone in the world. "Go one. He wanted to bend you over a desk and move those panties aside and fill you up to the brim..."

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