Kurt fisted his hand into the other boy’s hair, his fingers becoming lost and tangled amongst the dark subtle curls. He pinched the nape of his neck softly and grinned as a moan growled from the boy’s throat, and he thrust in deeper, harder.

“K-Kurt” he whimpered brokenly. Kurt bit down onto his neck, making sure to leave marks as he dragged the boy’s hair further back, watching him closely: his neck arching as his hands gave out and he fell onto his elbows, knees shaking from the pressure.

“Fuck,” Kurt whispered forcing himself deeper and faster, he licked his tongue along the boy’s spine, tasting the salty skin and beads of sweat which dragged lazily across the flesh.

Kurt’s hand twisted into the boy’s hair and dragged back even further, hearing him hiss out in protest, his tongue shakily licking his lips subconsciously.

“Just take it.” Kurt breathed. “Like that,” he dragged his cock slowly out and thrust in hard, his finger coming to stroke alongside his dick softly, tracing the rim as he thrust faster into the whimpering, spiralling brunette. His neck was flushed under Kurt’s touch and heat was practically pulsing from him. Kurt could feel the need and want from him as he thrust into him. He stumbled to bring his hand up to start pumping his own dick, but Kurt bit down onto his shoulder as soon as he moved.

“No,” He scolded. “Just feel” he encouraged, tugging the boys hips further back towards himself as his thrusts became impossibly deeper and longer. The boy was surrounded by heat and thick sweat filled air, his body was shaking from the pleasure and the intensity of it all and he could feel himself ready to tip over the edge. Kurt licked across his spine again, letting his teeth brush the smooth skin and the other boy shivered at the intimacy of it.

Kurt sighed contentedly as the boy shuddered and came over his stomach and sheets, moans of “Kurt” and “please” pouring from his lips as he fumbled over his breathing. Kurt relished in the tightness clenching around his dick as he gave a last few shallow thrusts before coming into the condom. He pulled out as the other boy collapsed onto the bed and tied up the condom, tossing it towards the trash. After he heard it land softly, he lay down on the bed and waited in silence as his breathing returned to normal, his dick softening against his hip. Kurt let his finger glide across the nail marks in the other boy’s hip, gazing with a smile at the deep red creases into the skin. He moved his hand to his own hair and brushed it up a bit as he stood to walk towards the shower.

“You know where the door is.” He said calmly, shutting the shower door once he was inside.

Kurt emerged from the shower a while later, his room comfortably empty and nothing but his soiled and sticky bed sheets to show for the last hour. He dialled a number quickly on his phone and ordered for a maid to be sent to redress his bed. He left the room and phoned for a driver.

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Kurt sat further back into the leather flush of the sofa, his skin sticking to it as the lace-clad body moved further over him, legs straddling Kurt’s as he rolled his hips down hard. Kurt’s hand moved to the back of the lace corset tightly clasped around the dancer and dragged slowly up before cupping the back of the man’s neck, his other hand finding a boot clad knee to pull further towards his lap. His fingers strolled carefully upward, reaching the end of the over-the-knee leather boot and finding a simple black lace stocking which trailed for a few more inches until the skin lay bare under his fingertips.

“Fuck you’re hot” Kurt breathed, his left hand slipping from the dancers thigh round to the back of his skimpy black panties, which slid just a little too provocatively down his ass. Kurt’s thumb eased just into them, feeling his finger through the fabric as he let the outside of his thumb skim across the skin below them.

The dancer draped his arm casually across Kurt’s shoulder around to his neck, dipping into the back of his shirt as far as he could reach to skim across his shoulder blades.

“I could get fired for this,” he whispered, leaning down to Kurt’s ear, his lips gently brushing the skin. He rolled his hips down and sunk further into Kurt’s lap, silently encouraging Kurt’s finger to dip lower into his revealing underwear.

Kurt chuckled. “You won’t get fired. I own this place.” The dancer eyed him suspiciously and cocked an eyebrow, moving to push himself backwards, but Kurt’s other hand locked under his knee, keeping their erections pressed together. Kurt laughed again, running his thumb softly along his ass.

“I’m Kurt Hummel.” He paused, grinning. “And trust me babe,” he leant sat forward a tiny bit, until their faces were just an inch from touching. Kurt could feel his breath hot against his lips, and he licked his own before continuing. “You’re not going anywhere.” It was barely a whisper but the dancer smiled and let his head fall backwards as he rolled his hips down hard, whimpering quietly at the way that Kurt’s thumb dipped between his cheeks as they moved together. Kurt moved his hand from the man’s knee up to his neck, his palm flush against his neck and jaw, guiding his head back to eye level. Kurt’s back arched forward as the dancer’s nails scratched careful lines across his shoulder blades up to his neck.

“I’ve always had a thing for corsets,” Kurt whispered with grin. He eased his thumb out of his underwear and ran both of his palms across the tight corset until he reached the back lace.

“Can I?”

“Sure.” The dancer breathed, he had allowed himself to sink as far into Kurt’s lap as he could get, one hand was rest between them holding onto the front of Kurt’s jeans through a belt loop, and the other was still draped casually over his shoulder.

Kurt untied the bow, but kept the corset tightly secured by wrapping one piece of lace around each wrist, as he pulled, it became tighter and the man above him writhed as he tugged experimentally.

“F-fuck, fuck” he man choked out as his chest became tighter from the pressure. Kurt pulled the corset tighter again, his fingers catching the slack lace.

“You had this so loose,” Kurt whispered, nipping his bottom lip suddenly before pulling back. “You couldn’t even see you,” the man whined as he pulled the corset tighter again. “You’re gonna have bruises.” He warned.

“Tighter-please-tighter.” He whimpered and begged breathlessly.

Kurt smirked but obliged, tugging the lace inch by inch through the whines which sounded like they were being literally ripped from the man.

“More, I need more,” he whispered against Kurt’s cheek, his face flushed as he rolled his hips down again, doing his best effort to ride himself on Kurt.

Kurt tied the lace back up, leaving it so tight that the other man struggled to move backwards, and he rest one hand on the small of his back as he dipped two fingers from his other hand down between the dancer’s ass cheeks, rubbing across his hole.

“Come home with me,” he pressed a kiss to the dancers chin and before he could say anything back, he added. “I’ll pay you double what you’re getting tonight; I’m not done with you yet.”

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Kurt’s back pressed firmly into the back of his sofa, his head resting comfortably across the top, another man’s hand gripping the dark leather just inches from his head. Kurt had two fingers deep inside him, thrusting out and back in again in long, languid strokes as they kissed softly and intimately between gasped breaths.

Kurt reached his other hand around to grab possessively at the boy’s ass, squeezing tight as he pumped his fingers further into him, his jeans creating a slightly uncomfortable yet uncontrollably hot sensation as he rolled his hips down and arched his back each time Kurt pulsed his fingers back into him.

They’d been like this for a while, both shirtless as Kurt slumped casually on the sofa clad in dark denim � length jean shorts and the boy above him, whose name he couldn’t quite place, straddled him in a pair of jet black tight jeans which gave just a little on his ass, enough room for Kurt to thrust his fingers into him over and over.

Their cocks rubbed together through the too many layers of clothing, but this was exactly what Kurt wanted. He wanted to get them both off, without any skin to skin contact, apart from his fingers. He wanted to make this boy scream his name without even seeing or touching his dick, he wanted to leave his ass open and wet with lube until he’d fuck him in the shower.

Their lips brushed together messily as Kurt squeezed his ass and added a third finger without warning and began twisting on every thrust, feeling the boy stretch to accommodate him.

His mind flashed to Blaine before he could control himself, just imagining Blaine on top of him right now, writhing as he thrust his tongue into Kurt’s mouth to match the fingers inside him, to have his fingers scratching marks across Kurt’s chest instead of this random guy he’d seen walking down the corridor in jeans far too tight to be school regulation. But Blaine, Blaine would be here for Kurt, he’d be the one rolling his dick against Kurt’s, moaning wantonly and begging to be fucked. Kurt’s mind flashed back to the image of Blaine below him just a few weeks before, Blaine’s body tensing around his as he thrust harder into him, finding it difficult in himself to stop from moaning and screaming out, to stop himself from dragging Blaine into the shower with him to take him against the wall, sweaty from the first time, but still crying out to be fucked as the water poured onto his skin.

Kurt’s hips rolled up to meet the boy’s at a rapid pace, his fingers thrusting faster than his mind could make them, the boy writhed and moaned above him, his breath suddenly stuttering as he came hard into his pants and rode out his orgasm on top of Kurt.

Kurt followed almost directly after, a small whisper of ‘Blaine’ fell from his lips, but amongst the heavy breaths, the other boy didn’t notice. He clambered messily from Kurt’s hips to sit down next to him, kissing Kurt’s neck affectionately. Kurt smiled a little.

“Shower?”