He is not sure why his feet have led him to Dr. Feelgood’s until the door opens for him and he steps in to see who’s behind the bar. He doesn’t need to recognise the face the god currently has wrapped around himself because he knows the soul inside, that frail thing imbued with a power it wasn’t meant to have; a plaything of gods that touched upon things they should never have put their fingers on.
He’s always been a little soft for this particular nephew of his; heart in the right place yet endlessly tortured by what others had thrust upon him. It feels familiar, that struggle, only he himself had been immortal from the start and so all of him had been slightly better equipped to handle it all. Not to say Dionysus isn’t handling it alright now, but he presumes there are many things about the young god that would be a lot easier for Dionysus himself to handle if the gods hadn’t toyed with him as they had.
Ah, to descend from powerful immortality is a cruel fate indeed.
“Dionysus,” he says when he reaches the bar, his face slowly shifting to a smile. He disregards the part where behind the bar is not usually a place customers are allowed to be and simply rounds it so he can walk over to the other god. Perhaps they are not so close that it is appropriate, but he thinks they could be. Or maybe the soul inside his nephew calls out to him. Because he finds himself simply stepping closer until he can slip arms around the young god, pull him in and wrap him up.
“It’s good to see you,” he says, hand lifting to run over the back of Dionysus’ head, then further down, fingers curling around the back of his neck, coming to a rest there almost solidly, like a reassurance or a comfort. “How are you?”
Summary: After a failed attempt at getting more intimate, Kurt decides to acquaint himself with his own body
Notes: Gratuitous masturbation solo
He's already gotten rid of his pants and his shirt is pushed up high on his chest. Kurt can still remember the initial surprise of Blaine's finger against his hole and how that surprise had quickly been replaced with pleasure. A pleasure he can't quite seem to get back no matter how many times he's jerked off to the memory.
The only way to recreate that feeling is through penetration. And since Kurt can only keep the door closed when he's alone, he's going to have to do it himself. Blaine seems pleased when Kurt tells him that and that only spurs Kurt on.
He wets his finger with his mouth and slowly pushes the tip inside. There's a burn and it hurts and he's almost tempted to stop because it didn't feel like this when Blaine did it. Then Blaine's telling him to use lube or Vaseline and Kurt feels stupid for not thinking of that sooner.
He doesn't actually have lube but there's a water-based moisturizer that will work and after making sure both his fingers and his hole are liberally coated and sufficiently slick, Kurt tries again.
This time it's better. It still burns and Kurt feels himself tense up, but he forces himself to relax and soon his index finger is two knuckles deep inside his own ass. It should be dirty. It is, but in a way that Kurt's grown to love. He plants his feet and spreads his knees and his cock gives an appreciative twitch when he pictures Blaine doing the very same thing.
After a few minutes, Kurt thinks he's ready for a second finger. He goes slowly and again considers stopping - it shouldn't hurt this much and oh my god how is he ever going to take Blaine's cock - but he breathes out and in a few minutes it feels...better. Not quite good, but almost.
He switches his phone to 'talk to type' so that his other hand is free to stroke his own cock and that helps to increase the pleasure. Kurt goes a bit deeper and yes, god, there's the spot that makes him see stars. He groans loudly, hoping no one will hear him because there's no way he's stopping now.
Blaine tells him to stretch himself more and he does. He's sweating now, knees falling apart even more, hand working over his cock quickly, and the sounds falling from his mouth are obscene, they'd make Kurt blush if he cared about anything other than chasing the feeling building low in his stomach.
He closes his eyes for a minute, picturing Blaine above him, sliding into him, face contorted in pleasure and his cock hitting the place Kurt's now nudging with his fingers again and again. Each time he does, his dick throbs in his hands, spurting clear bursts of precome and making his thighs tremble.
Kurt's groaning even louder now, helpless to stop himself. He pictures Blaine, who's shoulders shake with exertion, with Kurt's legs wrapped around his waist as he pushes them both closer and closer to the edge...Kurt's fingers hit his prostate again and "Fuck," he cries out, completely lost in the sensations he's creating for himself.
One more time and he's so, so close. He manages to gasp out that he's going to come, and then he is. Hard and fast and so intense that he loses his breath. Kurt feels his muscles clench down hard on his fingers but it feels too good to stop yet so he keeps going. His cock pulses and spills wave after endless wave of hot, milky white come over his fist, his trembling stomach, landing as high up as his chest, staining his shirt.
Eventually it becomes too much and Kurt remembers that he's still texting with Blaine. He wipes his hand on his shirt and reaches breathlessly for the phone. But Blaine's already ahead of him, apparently too turned on by Kurt's accidental cursing to hold back.
Kurt grins and makes plans to meet with Blaine for coffee. After a shower. Really, he just needs to be kissed. And to assure his boyfriend that after what he's just experienced, Kurt is really looking forward to the weekend.
