Kinks: golden shower (urine play), rimming, a little bit of voyeurism
AN: I should be working on so many other requests/projects, but... it turns out i'm a whore for reviews and since this story got such heart warming responce, I got inspired to write this little update. I'm sorry for lower quality: it's unbeta'd and so short. I hope you'll enjoy anyway :)
Dave kissed Kurt's back along the curve of his spine, as his hands slid down Kurt's sides. He settled them on Kurt's hips and slowly sunk to his knees. His thumbs were circling the jutting hipbone as he brushed his parted lips over the path of little hair that sprinkled lower back there. He sat down,folding his legs underneath his thighs and rested the buttocks on the heels. Dave's head was at exact level as Kurt's ass, giving him an excellent view of its pale perfection. He buried his face between other man's cheeks and brushed his nose over the crack. Then he rubbed the cheeks with his stumbled chin and when Kurt wiggled away, he started soothing the scratched place with soft kisses.
"Quit teasing and just fuck me already." Kurt whined and shuddered when the muffled chuckle heated the sensitive area of his hole.
"You don't want some foreplay first? Dear god, "Cosmopolitan" is a lying piece of rag." Dave said and swiped his tongue along the length of a crack, stopping at the asshole for a brief moment.
Kurt huffed a laugh against the white tiles.
"And what about the whole "I'm a chocolate souffle" thing, huh?" Dave added and Kurt turned his head to glare at him.
"You're obsessed with my ass" Kurt said grimly.
Dave pulled back slightly and rose an eyebrow. "You say it like it's a bad thing".
Kurt rolled his eyes and was about to say something but Dave smirked at him and went back to twirling his tongue over the puckered flesh. The floor of a shower cabin was painfully hard under his knees, but Kurt was correct. When Kurt's butt was involved everything else seemed automatically less worthy of attention for Dave. He sucked on the hole and smiled to himself at the winded gasp that escaped Kurt. He moved his hands to his ass and grope it, enjoying the feel of firm flesh underneath. He finally spread Kurt's cheeks wide to give himself better access and attacked the hole with his tongue, licking it enthusiastically. Kurt moaned and buckled his hips backward. Dave stilled his tongue, pressed the tip to the entrance and probed at the hole firmly.
The soft, wet flesh slipped into him, delicately brushing past nerve endings. It made Kurt feel things. The pleasure was hitting him in hot waves and ripping out shattered gasps from the deep of his throat. His hand moved toward his cock and stroke it. Precum glittered his fingers. Kurt closed his eyes. He stammered breathless "sto-o-op" and was bitten on the cheek in response. The sting made him yelp in surprise and he nearly slipped on the wet floor but a firm arm wrapped around his thighs preventing the fall. Kurt steadied himself putting his hands on Dave's shoulders. Once in balance, he glared at Dave disapprovingly.
"You were supposed to fuck me". Kurt said and crossed his arms on his chest tapping one of his feet on the floor in impatience. Dave chuckled and rose from his knees. Then he pressed his body to Kurt's capturing him between himself and the wall. Kurt rubbed his erection over other man's groin and sucked on Dave's neck. He turned his head to kiss him, but Dave escaped Kurt's lips and reached for a bottle of lube.
"Wait..." Kurt pushed at Dave's chest, forcing him to back away. He kneed in front of him, a wicked smile ghosting his lips.
"...could you... you know..." Kurt said in a low voice and spread his legs as wide as the small place allowed. He sat down between his heels and grabbed his cock firmly. Dave eyes were tracking his every move and Kurt couldn't help feeling a little smug when he noticed that his husband's cock twitched at the sight. Kurt licked his lips hungrily, he looked up and began to stroke himself. Their eyes locked and Dave started getting the idea of what Kurt had in mind.
"Um. Kurt, I don't think I can right now." He said, but Kurt bit his lips and gazed at him pleadingly, giving him his best "begging puppy" look. It was an infallible technique and all Dave could do at this point was to sigh deeply and murmur "I'll try."
Dave shut his eyes and grabbed the shaft. He moved his fingers to the underside of his cock, concentrated on the need to piss and started softly caressing the area where the shaft meets the head. He began to feel a pressure rising in his abdomen. He opened his eyes to see Kurt staring at him intently. The need to pee became stronger as he held his cock towards Kurt and steadied himself with other hand on the tiles. Soon the yellow liquid shot from the split on the head and splashed on Kurt's chest, right between his nipples.
Kurt's eyes widened comically, and he moaned loudly after the urine dripped down the chest on his groin. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off at a pace so rapid that Dave wondered if he won't hurt himself. But if the sounds Kurt was making were any indication, he must have been in a rather pleasant place. Kurt thrown his head back and clenched fingers of his left hand on his knee. Then he slowly slid his left hand up the thigh and onto his abdomen, and further through the wetness on his chest. Kurt's hand finally stopped moving on his neck and rested there.
Dave inched to reach out, touch, rub, caress, do something. But instead, Dave continued to just watching, fascinated with the sight in front of him, beyond the point of being able to drew his eyes away. Kurt looked absolutely gorgeous, with his cheeks flushed red and lips parted in a constant litany of moans. Dave's eyes traveled over Kurt's body, from the frown between his eyebrows to the slight movement of his hips, that were bucking up with every stroke of hand wrapped tightly around the cock. Kurt bit his lips and titled his head to the side, pressing the forehead to the tiles.
Maybe Dave was insane, but somehow watching his lover falling apart before him felt more intimate than the act of sex ever could. Maybe it was about the ease and trust which Kurt unbarred himself and his cravings in front of other person. Maybe it was the fact that Dave could focus on memorizing every spasm of the other man's muscles and every gasp that he elicited. Anyway, it was somehow doing things to him. Dave was hard. Kurt was masturbating before him, mindlessly threading fingers through sticky mess on his chest, and Dave couldn't get enough of it. He felt hot and fluttered and it was abnormal, how much he was turned on already, without even touching himself. He didn't want anything to distract him from watching Kurt but it got impossible to ignore the heavy tension building up in him. He grabbed the cock firmly and gave it a squeeze at the base to calm himself down.
Suddenly, Kurt opened his eyes and looked straight at Dave. He moaned one last time and then came covering his hand and thighs in white drops. He was breathing hard, his head bowed down on his chest,like if he was being too tired to hold it up and Dave could see his shoulders shaking slightly, as the long kept pressure washed off him.
Dave reached out finally and threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair, tugging at them lightly. Kurt rose his head up at that, and smiled at Dave dozily, the look on his face completely sated. He sat up straighter and reach out for Dave's cock, leaning in toward it with his face.
Dave tried to protest but Kurt waved his hand dismissively in the air and wrapped it around the turgid member. He looked up at Dave and licked his lips in a lewdly drawn out motion. Kurt licked the rest of the urine from the head of the cock and twirled his tongue over it. Dave took a deep breath as Kurt swallowed the organ, pushing it into his throat slowly. Dave moaned softly and tenderly caressed Kurt's cheek in appreciation.
Kurt pressed his palms to Dave's thick thighs, enjoying the feel of strong, defined muscles beneath his hands. He moaned around the head and sucked on it. He pulled it out of his mouth and licked the skin around the head couple times, reaching for testicles with his other hand in the same time. He pressed two fingers to the perineum and massaged it with them.
Dave knew he was going to come embarrassingly fast, but this simple trick turned out to be the final push and he came before he even got the time to warn Kurt. The sperm splashed on Kurt's nose, lips and chin startling the other man. Kurt touched his mouth and held his hands up before him as if he was examining some new and interesting discovery. Dave squated before him hurriedly and tried to wipe the white spots from Kurt's face but succeeded only in smearing them further on Kurt's cheek. Kurt laughed at Dave's futile efforts, grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Dave gasped quietly into Kurt's kiss. But then he covered Kurt's cheeks with his hands and deepened the kiss, gently stroking Kurt's cheekbones with his thumbs.