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Originally posted to the Glee Kink Meme here.
Based on the aftermath of this prompt:
Kurt gets drunk at a party that Sebastian happens to be at. He offers to take Kurt into another room at the house the party is being held at and lays him down, before taking off Kurt's pants and underwear to see if the rumors are true - if Kurt really has a boypussy.
The rumors /are/ true, and Kurt is completely passed out drunk, his pussy fully on display. It's completely shaved and perfect, and Sebastian can't help himself. He licks Kurt for a long time, teasing him, making Kurt come in his sleep. And even after he keeps licking until someone knocks on the door, which startles Sebastian and pulls him out of his depravity.
He's redressing Kurt but just can't seem to bring himself to pull away, licking Kurt a little bit more, suckling so gently on his clit. Kurt's eyes open and he becomes a little more conscious of everything around him and sees Sebastian gently suckling on his clit. It feels nice, so he spreads his legs and lets it continue as he passes back out.
Sebastian redresses Kurt and leaves. The next morning, Kurt wakes up and remembers that tiny moment of Sebastian licking him out and panics. He agrees to meet with Sebastian later that week to make sure he hasn't told anyone that the rumors are true. Sebastian gets pushy and tells Kurt that his silence comes at a price.
However you want to end is up to filler. Please no cock or balls, just boypussy. I really want Sebastian suckling on sleeping Kurt's clit *_*
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“Alright, pants off.”
Kurt’s sitting where he landed awkwardly, still blushing. He looks away when Sebastian takes off his shirt. It’s going to get pretty hot pretty quick.
“Yeah, okay, jeez,” he mutters, and takes off his bag, takes off his blazer, then stops.
“What, are they literally painted on? Do you need some paint thinner?”
“No, you ass. I just, I-” Kurt takes a breath and fixes Sebastian with a bitchy glare that goes straight to Sebastian’s dick. He wants to see that glare from between Kurt’s legs. Sebastian wonders if Kurt’s cunt clenches the same way his lips do when he’s upset. “I just want to lay down the ground rules again.”
Sebastian rolls his eyes and drops his pants. Kurt’s eyes drop to the boner tenting his boxers.
“See! This is what I’m talking about! We never negotiated you getting naked!”
“I’m not getting naked, I’m getting comfortable. You’re acting like you’re not the one who is getting the better deal here.”
“The better deal?” Kurt’s voice could shatter glass. “First you practically date rape me and now you’re blackmailing me into letting you do it again. I am getting shit out of this deal.”
“Let’s not forget that last time you got off like a housewife sitting on a washing machine. So, yeah, you’re getting the better deal.” Sebastian wasn’t about to reveal his hand, that nothing could be more rewarding than that moist hot mound under his mouth. But Kurt was no dummy; it was part of the appeal.
“Uh huh. That’s why you’re standing there with a hard-on the size of a baseball bat.”
“Aw, Kurt! Best compliment he’s ever received, and we get a lot of them.” Sebastian puts hands on his hips and turns a little, giving Kurt the full view. Looking down he can see his boner is straining against the slit of his boxer shorts, just a peak of the head of his dick parting the fabric. Sebastian uses one finger to pull the slit wider, and his cock tips out. He’s careful not to touch it, just the brush of his underwear is making him too horny to think straight.
Kurt gasps from the bed and blushes harder still.
“You keep that thing away from me,” he whispers, eyeing Sebastian’s cock like it’s a baseball bat with a nail in it too. Then he visibly steels himself and meets Sebastian’s eyes. “Like we discussed. You can touch it, and you can li-lick it. For ten minutes.”
“Until I get you off,” Sebastian argues. Fuck, Kurt hot and liquid and coming all over his chin again. Sebastian’s dick twitches.
“Like that’s going to happen. Ten minutes. Then you stay the hell away from me and you keep your mouth shut.” Kurt leans back and digs his phone out of his pocket. Then he actually sets the timer. Taking a deep breath, he waggles the phone at Sebastian, the numbers already reading 9 minutes 55 seconds. “Okay, go.”
“What! Jesus! That’s not fair!”
Kurt shrugs. “Nothing about this is fair, you ass.”
Sebastian grabs the phone from his imperious little hand and tosses it to the floor. Kurt yelps a “hey!” that is quickly cut off by Sebastian pushing him back on the bed and yanking his button fly open.
Kurt huffs and his hands move like they’re going to stop Sebastian from tugging his jeans down and peeling them off his legs, but then they fall to his side and he lets his head drop back like he’s checking right out.
Sebastian doesn’t dwell on Kurt’s tactic, because ugh, there it is. Tiny black briefs hug the smooth dip between Kurt’s pale thighs. Hug his cunt. Sebastian pushes Kurt’s legs apart, and fuck, he was right, there’s a damp oval of darker fabric up the crotch of Kurt’s briefs.
He hooks a finger around the side of the damp patch and pulls the cotton over. “Oh fuck,” he whispers. Kurt is glistening, pink folds bulging out of the space Sebastian’s made, getting the tip of his finger all wet, and-
Kurt’s thighs snap shut on his hand.
“Kurt!” Sebastian growls, and kneels on the bed to look down at Kurt’s face where it’s all scrunched up, eyes closed. He puts both hands on Kurt’s naked knee caps, adding a little pressure, but his legs stay closed.
“I don’t, I can’t..”
“You will. I’m keeping my end of the bargain, so you better pay up yours.”
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” Kurt opens his eyes and there are tears there. It’s a heady mix, Kurt’s teary eyes sending such a hateful glare. “You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“Believe it. And believe you’re adding an extra minute for this bullshit.” Sebastian tugs at Kurt’s knees again, trying to slip his fingers down between Kurt’s calves. “Now open up.”
Kurt does that thing again where he straightens his shoulders and lifts his chin, like he’s channeling Lucille Bluth or something. His legs fall open like a clam shell.
“Fine,” he spits, and to Sebastian’s dismay, thumbs off his own underwear. He makes up for it by cupping each calf in his hand and pulling his legs up and out.
“Jesuussss,” Sebastian groans, and he dives in. Kurt is so fucking gorgeous, all boy in his trim waist and muscled thighs, but there, inbetween them, he’s peachy and bare and his pussy lips wink open as he pulls his legs farther apart. Down the slit of his cunt he’s dark pink and wet and a little complicated, so Sebastian flattens his tongue and licks Kurt’s cunt from asshole to the top of his slit, tonguing at the deepest part of it.
Kurt practically shouts and his pelvis rolls, so Sebastian holds him still with both hands, using his thumbs to pull Kurt’s pussy wider, reveal the wet little gape at the bottom of it. Kurt tastes divine, all salt and dirty tang and Sebastian slurps it up like cum.
Sebastian can hear Kurt muttering breathlessly above him, but he can’t take a single insult Kurt whimpers seriously, not when Kurt is bucking and twitching under his hands, his cunt getting sloppier with every poke and swipe and suck Sebastian gives him.
“God, who would guess you’re such a slut for it,” Sebastian breaths against the wetness, giving his tongue a break, letting his nose bump against what must be Kurt’s clit, a hard little nub that makes Kurt suck air and make unladylike uh, uh, uh, uh, noises. Sebastian keeps at it, keeps licking and flicking and laving and nipping and eating up Kurt’s grunts along with his juices until he hears a chime coming from beside the bed. The alarm.
He pokes his head up and uses one hand to try and wipe away the pussy juice from his mouth and chin, but god, there is so much of it.
“Time. You want me to stop?”
Kurt looks absolutely destroyed. The tears have spilled down his cheeks, his hair is a disaster from tossing his head around, and he’s bright red from the neck up. He snarls at Sebastian.
“You have an extra minute, get it done.”
With that he lets go of one leg, braces his foot on Sebastian’s shoulder, and grabs Sebastian by the hair, rubbing his face back down into the mess of Kurt’s cunt. Sebastian doesn’t waste any time.
Even though he knows it’ll get him into trouble, he decides to push his luck and lets his thumb slip into the hole of Kurt’s pussy, just one knuckle deep, distracting Kurt by sucking hard and fast on his clit. He knows he’s playing with fire, that the most valuable thing a boy with a pussy has is a virgin hole, but Sebastian is a risk taker.
If Kurt’s wail is any indication, Kurt is getting off on it too, his hips bucking like he’s trying to shove Sebastian’s thumb in even farther. Then the hand gripping Sebastian’s hair lets go and Kurt is slapping at his face, getting it out of the way so he can grab Sebastian’s wandering thumb.
“No! No no no. None of that,” Kurt gasps, but he’s practically hyperventilating, his hips still jerking up on the phantom feel of Sebastian’s thumb. Fuck, if that’s just from his thumb...
Sebastian shuffles forward quickly. He’s hard as a fucking tree trunk, he’s never been this hard before in his life, poking out of the hole in his boxer shorts, his balls heavier than he’s ever felt them.
He grabs his own cock with one hand and uses the other to grab both of Kurt’s wrists, pinning them up on Kurt’s sternum. Kurt starts to panic, his legs straining to close, but Sebastian maneuvers until his own knees are holding Kurt’s thighs wide and flat to the bed.
“Sebastian, this wasn’t part of the deal! Stop!” Kurt begs, gasping like a sprinter. His pussy is so wet and gorgeous, it’s actually dripping, dripping down his perineum, making a big wet spot under Kurt’s ass.
“Shhhh, shhhh, I’m not going to, I just want to touch it,” Sebastian tries to explain. He abandons that futile effort and just goes for it, dips the tip of his cock just into the entrance of Kurt’s hole.
“Fuuck,” they both groan at the same time, and Sebastian snorts a short laugh, too preoccupied with the sight of his dick gently rubbing around the the opening where Kurt’s cunt leads inside his body. Ugh, Sebastian has never wanted to shove his dick into another person so badly before. It’s torturous and he makes it up to his cock by swiping it through the juices there, painting up the head and parting Kurt’s pussy lips with little wet smacking sounds. Rubbing up and through and around, his own slit mouthing and pumping out precum to mix with Kurt’s until he slides back down to Kurt’s entrance.
He can fit just the first quarter inch of his cock head in there before the skin around it gets taunt and if he goes any further, Kurt will have to give and stretch and swallow him up and-
“Sebastian!” Kurt’s shout shakes him from the hypnotizing sight of Kurt’s dark pink hole sucking at the end of his dick, starting to strain around it.
Kurt looks terrified. “You break it, you buy it!” he cries, and Sebastian starts to come at the very thought, of knowing that he could own this boy for the rest of their lives with just one thrust of his hips. His hand moves on autopilot, milking out his orgasm with more cum than he’s ever shot before, roping all over Kurt’s swollen pussy; his wet lips, his clit, even his tidy little gape of a hole, some of Sebastian’s cum leaking into it and down and out of sight. He almost goes blind and deaf he’s coming so hard and so completely, like all of his senses have diverted energy down to the sense of touch in his cock. He comes for what feels like forever, pushing his cock down into Kurt’s slit like a hotdog in a bun, rubbing hard and still spurting over Kurt’s lower stomach.
Kurt must come then too because he’s bucking so violently that his wrists almost come out of Sebastian’s grip and he’s getting Sebastian’s dick even more wet, just a huge jizzy mess between them, slopping down onto Kurt’s thighs and soaking the front of Sebastian’s underwear.
“Christ!” Sebastian gasps, like a swimmer coming up for air, and he lets go of Kurt because he’s tipping right over, half sprawled on Kurt’s leg, his face landing up near Kurt’s armpit, still in his button-up shirt. His nose pressed into the clean smell of his duvet makes the room’s comparative reek of jizz and Kurt even stronger. Kurt’s chest beside his face is rising and falling in time with Kurt’s panting.
“That was close,” Kurt remarks haltingly.
“Yeah,” Sebastian agrees.
“Really, really close.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it to penetration without coming next time,” Sebastian promises.
Kurt laughs, and it’s a good sound.
“There will never be a next time.”
“Just like this was only supposed to be ten minutes?”
“Fuck you, Sebastian.”
And they probably fucked for real later that day and Burt probably grazed Sebastian’s arm running him down with a shotgun that night.
“That was quick.”
Sebastian just leans against the door frame, lets Kurt stand on his porch red-cheeked and stiff-necked. Furiousness on Kurt apparently manifests as prim lips and hands in fists around the strap of his shoulder bag. It’s cute, like watching a toddler ready itself for a tantrum.
“Yes, well, I’ve never been blackmailed before. Pardon me for breaking etiquette, you prick,” Kurt snaps and pushes past Sebastian anyways.
“Harsh. Don’t get your pussy in a twist, sweetheart,” Sebastian replies, and Kurt whips around, eyes wide, mouth open.
“You son of a bitch, forget it, I should have known you’d never-”
Sebastian closes the front door before Kurt can march back out again.
“Whoops, I meant panties,” he amends lamely. Kurt narrows his eyes. Sebastian smiles. He knows where he stands. Kurt may talk big like he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Like he’s proud to be a walking couture disaster. But if the boys at that distasteful public school of his knew what he was really packing, he wouldn’t make it through the rest of his senior year alive. Or at least not without a booby-trapped titanium chastity belt.
“You are a real piece of work, Sebastian Smythe. You give a bad name to the entire gay community.” Kurt somehow manages to look both down his nose and up at Sebastian at the same time.
“And you are soaking a puddle in those skinny jeans, aren’t you?” Sebastian asks as salaciously as he can manage.
“Sebastian!” Kurt hisses, and he looks around the foyer like maybe Sebastian’s parents are lurking behind a potted fern.
And yep, Sebastian’s screwed himself by putting the image into his own head. Fuck, Kurt standing there all scared and angry, eyes bright, and down there, tucked into the V of his ridiculous jeans, is his pink little cunt. Sebastian knows. Maybe better than anyone. He got to touch it, lick it, stick the tip of his tongue right up the spongy little cavern at the base of it. Fuck. Sebastian’s mouth actually begins to water.
“Relax, we’re alone,” he says, and grabs Kurt by the strap of his bag, hauling him up the stairs.
He pushes Kurt to his bed, ignores the way Kurt is eyeing up the Smythe’s tastefully wealthy decor. It’s time to collect.