"It needs to go about 5 inches to the right," says Kurt. Weve been at this for ages now. Kurt thinks the couch should be precisely adjacent to the television, but I think it should be slightly slanted so we can watch the TV and still see out the window. "Im telling you, the suns going to blind us."

 "And Im telling you that, at this point, Ill blind you," I exasperate. I dont mean it, obviously. The idea of hurting Kurt at all scares me, plus he has more muscle mass now. He can easily throw me out our floor length window.

"What if were watching like a really good movie and the sun decides to shine right into our window? Its going to distract us!" Kurt wails. I sigh heavily and surrender because in the arguments of furniture placement in our apartment, Kurt always wins. I cant lie, he has a good eye for this decors.

Kurt beams happily and arranges the couch the way he likes it. Its a brand new one. We had to throw out our old couch because the legs broke. I suspect its because weve had sex on it so many times it simply couldnt handle another round of intense pounding anymore. "There we go! Doesnt it look perfect?" ask Kurt.

I cant lie, it does look good sitting right beneath the wall mirror that stretches the whole length of the couch and tilts just slightly outward so we can see ourselves when we sit down and look up. I dont immediately give him the satisfaction of being correct, instead I roll my eyes and sulk, leaning against the corner wall of the living room.

"Awe cmon, dont be mad," he coos at me, pouting his lips to try and garner a reaction out of me. It doesnt work - at least, I try to show him that it doesnt work. Its so easy to cave in to a face that beautiful. He suddenly grabs me by my hips and throws me onto the seat. I fall on my back into the thick cushion, all the while maintaining my stern, indifferent face. Kurt climbs on top of me and sits on my pelvis, his crack lining so perfectly onto my member. I try to swallow the groan threating to escape me.

"You really want to stay mad at me?" he ask in a timid, innocent voice. Its the voice he makes whenever he wants to seduce me. I need to receive a medal for resisting this long, especially when hes started to sway his hips, grinding his ass onto my member. I can feel the blood rushing south already. I havent decided whether its a good thing or not how Kurt can turn me on so easily. His eyes remain locked to mine, his lips in a playful pout, the corners turning upwards. Hes enjoying this. The asshole is actually enjoying watching me squirm under him.

"Dont be mad, baby," he pleads, his pelvis swaying in a coquettish manner that its driving me wild. I even resort to closing my eyes so I dont have to live through the torture of resisting to tear his pants off and fuck his brains out. Kurt lifts my shirt up, exposing my stomach. He trails his fingers down the space between my belly bottom and my crotch. Im sweating. "Ill do that thing you love, baby." His voice is right in my ear now, his hot breath tickling my earlobe. He grazes his tongue down my jaw and I let my hands travel to the swell of his buttocks.

He moans in my ear, a sound so sinful I know Im going to hell for wanting something this much. I peel the waistband of his joggers and pull them down, only to realize he has gone commando. I dont know what this man has done to me - made me lust for him like the forbidden fruit, made me love him so hard my heart aches when I dont get to see him for a day, made me an honest man.

Kurt pushes my pants down and releases my throbbing member. His fingers curl around the shaft, I gasp at his firm touch. His lips have met mine, and every time he kisses me its like hes kissing me for the first time. I push Kurts joggers away, quickly tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it behind me. He is immaculate as I stare up at him, the sunlight illuminating his albescent skin. He looks like a Greek statue, crafted after perfection. I tell him hes never looked more beautiful, and he snickers.

Kurt positions himself right above my member, before pushing himself down onto me. I let out a loud groan and see his victorious smile grow wider. He lowers down and kisses me chastely on cheeks, his hips moving in a circulation motion that drives me wild. I grasp to his thighs to keep myself sane.

"Am I forgiven?" he whispers, and I nod rapidly. "Can I do that thing I love doing to you?" I nod rapidly again. I stare up at the mirror, watching Kurt throw his head back and his eyes rolling into the back of his head and realize - well, this isnt the worst place to put the couch.