if you can’t sing me a love song, sing me anything, anything you want.
mrpuckerman:
The cry that left Kurt’s mouth sent a shiver down Puck’s spine, his grip on the younger man’s body tightening. He sunk his teeth into Kurt’s shoulder, sucking a dark mark onto his pale skin as he listened to Kurt’s pathetic moans for more. With one last suck at the skin, he leaned back just enough to brace himself on the side of the couch and locked eyes with Kurt before driving into him again, harder this time, and slid one hand up to grip Kurt’s shoulder to keep him in place.
Puck could normally be pretty talkative during sex, always enjoying some dirty talk and some teasing, especially with Kurt, but not today. Today he was focused on giving Kurt exactly what he asked for, something rough and intense, and he wasn’t going to distract himself with his own words. The hand on Kurt’s shoulder squeezed tighter as Kurt’s did, wincing through his gritted teeth as Kurt’s nails dug into his skin harder than they ever had before. He groaned then, loving the pain more than he expected, and thrust his hips forward harder, tilting his head to the side to give Kurt more room to ravage his chest.
After a few moments, Puck slowed his hips and stood up straight again, hooking his arms around Kurt’s thighs to pull him in close again. He slid his hands up to his knees and spread his legs, watching as he drove his cock in hard before starting to thrust in shallowly. He glanced up at Kurt, smirking just slightly before picking him up and moving him down onto the couch, propping himself up onto his knees and letting Kurt’s legs rest on his shoulders. He pushed back inside hard, folding Kurt in half in the process as his mouth managed to find Kurt’s and his fingers pulled hard at his hair.
“Your nails.. fuck. So good,” he growled as he moved to bite at Kurt’s neck, his hips moving harder as he pressed him down onto the couch. “Hurt me.” His moan was lost against Kurt’s flesh as he bit against it, faintly aware of the sound of the couch skidding across the floor as his body moved, rough and animalistic into Kurt’s tight warmth.
Kurt could tell that this session was going to be very different from the usual ones, and not just physically. Puck had taken Kurt’s requests to heart and seemed intent on fucking him hard and rough, which Kurt loved, but he was also looking at him so intensely. It made him not want to or even be able to talk as much as he normally did, like his breath was caught in his throat. Puck’s eyes locked on his and Kurt gulped as goosebumps ran up his spine. He was incredibly turned on. Puck’s hand on his shoulder gripped him tighter as Puck winced at Kurt’s grip on his own, and Kurt’s head fell back at the combination of pain and pleasure and how he was effecting Puck so much that he was driving into him even harder. Kurt moaned loudly and pushed back against his cock, trying to somehow get Puck even deeper inside of him.
Once Puck started to thrust consistently, Kurt continued biting and sucking on Puck’s chest and neck, not thinking about how he wasn’t supposed to leave marks anywhere that couldn’t be covered up by clothing. It was impossible to think of anything but Puck’s cock fucking him hard and how much he loved biting and nipping and sucking and licking over Puck’s sweaty skin. Suddenly Puck was slowing down and Kurt looked up at a smirking Puck who pulled him in closer. “What -- ” started to ask before Puck was spreading his leg and driving in nice and hard. Kurt moaned loudly, but was soon whimpering as Puck slowly and shallowly thrusted into him. He needed more, but he couldn’t find his voice right then. He just tried to move his hips further down as he whined and his fingers scratched at Puck’s shoulders in desperation.
Then Puck was putting him on the couch , his legs over Puck’s shoulders as he folded him in half and thrusted back into him nice and hard. Kurt’s fingers paused and dug in tight where they were. The fact that his hands were so close to his own legs weirdly turned him on, just the idea that Puck had completely folded him in half as he fucked him. Kurt kissed Puck sloppily as his mouth found his, moaning into his mouth at first and then crying out against his lips as Puck’s hands pulled at his hair.
“Ah -- ” Kurt gasped as Puck pulled away from his mouth. He was panting from everything despite not doing much of the work himself. He nodded at Puck’s command, groaning a little as well. His hands immediately went to work; he dragged his nails over the skin he could reach, which, unfortunately, wasn’t much due to his own legs in the way. His hands desperately went to Puck’s hair and he yanked at it before scratching at his scalp.
After a little while, Kurt went back to Puck’s back, sitting up as much as he could from his position to dig at his back as Puck continued to thrust into him wildly. He managed, somehow, to move one leg down and then the other and wrapped them around Puck’s waist instead to keep scratching along his back. “More,” Kurt moaned. “More more more more more.” He wasn’t sure how much “more” Puck could really do or what he was asking for, he just needed Puck to give him everything. “Please, please, please -- more,” Kurt whined, his lips soon finding Puck’s neck and biting. One of his hands went to Puck’s head and the other scratched hard on his back as he thrust his hips down to meet Puck’s.