#kurstan: 001

[tristanclarington]

dessert first || kurstan

Who: Tristan Clarington & Kurt Hummel

When: May 25th, 2021

Where Tristan’s suite.

Notes: Kurt submits to Tristan. Smut. @switchhummel

Word Count: 13,087

TRISTAN: Needless to say, Tristan was looking forward to the evening he had set aside for one Kurt Hummel. They had been talking for a week or so now, and Tristan found himself quite charmed with Kurt. The boy spoke eloquently, seemed intelligent, was very put together, hyper-sexual and absolutely gorgeous to boot. Further, Tristan loved a slim, desperately submissive boy like Kurt. The other was just Tristan's type. Every instinct in Tristan told him that when Kurt arrived, he needed to get him out of his clothes and into his bed as soon as possible. However, Tristan was determined to exercise some self-control on that front. Not only did he want to drag out Kurt's desperation, but he actually genuinely wanted to get to know Kurt a little bit. So, in the spirit of that, Tristan instructed his submissive, Juliet to prepare a meal for them. It was fairly lavish if he did say so, himself. The dining room was set accordingly, with two places being set at the heads of the table. They'd be sitting rather far apart, but Tristan was confident the distance would only work to improve the experience when Kurt was finally physically in his arms, or lap, or both.

Dressed to the nines in a white, Oxford button down and khaki, form-fitting dress pants and a matching jacket, Tristan primped his hair a bit at the last minute. He stood back and took in his reflection before deciding to unbutton an extra button on his shirt. This wasn't a business meeting. It was a scene between two peers. It was one thing to exude formality, which he always aimed to do when it came to making first impressions, but he didn't want to appear stiff. With one button let go, Tristan puffed out his chest and smirked at his reflection. He'd worked out rather hard earlier that day and his arms were still pumped from the session, stretching the fabric around his biceps and pectorals. The sound of the dining room door opening jolted Tristan from his grooming. He turned to find Kurt standing there, having been escorted in by Tristan's assistant/driver. "Thank you, James. That will be all." When James left, Tristan smirked in Kurt's direction, knowing that Kurt had just edged himself before arriving. "How was the commute? Not too harrowing, I hope."(edited)

KURT: Kurt shifted on the backseat of the car in which he was now been taken to Tristan's place in town. Needless to say, it had taken him a couple of real cold showers, and a lot of self control not to jerk himself into oblivion all the two times he had edged himself, as the Dominant haad ordered him to do, and also having to text him the moment it happened. The day had dragged along longer than expected, but finally it was time for him to get ready for his meeting with Tristan, something that he was really looking forward to, not only because of the dozen ways in which he felt he was about to be fucked that night, but also because he was curious about the other man. He was not only drop dead gorgeous, but very intelligent, charismatic and put together. Someone who knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it. He really wanted to get to know him better.

Finding something in his closet that he didn't mind to get ripped off him, like Tristan had stated was almost as big a challenge as try not to cum whenever he edged himself, which he managed to get done that one last time with a remote control operated plug, put swiftly into place, because everything in his closet had been carefully picked to his fashion taste. So he decided for a neutral look. Head to toe in black. Tank and pants that fitted every curve in his body, not so slim as he had been once, but much more built. Black boots to complete, and hair styled perfectly with a naughty wavy curl on top. And by the time the bell rang, exactly at 7 o'clock, he was ready to go. He nodded at the man waiting for him there, and he walked to the car parked outside with his legs pressed together, not to have the plug moving that much for now.

Then on the way to Tristan's place he would pressed the button on the remote enough to drive him to that spot, his legs now pressed together even tighter, and he bit his lip down as he shifted from one side of his body to the other. When the time came, his cheeks now flushed pink, and a drop of sweat rolling down his neck, he turned the plug off and clunched absolutely everything inside of him to keep him down, and he had barely done that when the car door was opened. "Thank you" he said to the driver and followed him inside the door, then when the other entered what appeared to be the living room he stayed behind, standing very still, and with his legs still pressed together tight. He tilted his head a little to get a first look in person of the man who had been intriguing him for over a week or so and had to hold his breath. Fuck, he was even more gorgeous in person. And his smile almost had his knees buckling underneath him. After a couple of seconds he put himself together and smiled as he took a couple of steps forward, then slowly bent on his knees and chuckled softly. "Well... To be honest, Sir, it was a complete nightmare." He looked up at him and grinned, knowing  Tristan knew exactly what he meant by that. "Thank you so much for having me in your house tonight, Sir."

TRISTAN: Tristan stood where he was and watched Kurt, taking note of his mannerisms and, particularly, the way he automatically dropped to his knees without being told to. Interesting. Tristan knew, mainly from his experience with the boys twin brother that Kurt was a Switch. Sure, Tristan, being a Dominant was still hierarchically higher up than Kurt, but it was still a pleasant surprise to see Kurt comply so submissively without any prompting. The evening was shaping up to me an entertaining one for sure.

Tristan straightened his jacket, tugging it down tautly against his muscled form and sauntered closer to where Kurt was knelt. "Well, provided you earn it, the rest of the evening should feel like a wet dream to you, as opposed to a nightmare." Tristan said, stepping in closer so that Kurt was eye level with his crotch. "It's my pleasure, Kurt. Or it will be, anyway." He added, giving the other a little wink. "Tell me, before we sit down... When you were edging yourself today, what was going through your mind, hmm? At the moment you were about to come, what were you envisioning?" Tristan slid his hands into his pockets and swayed forward ever so slightly, brushing his crotch against Kurt's nose, just to tease him even more.

KURT: Kurt batted his eyelashes, almost to a feign innocence. "I'm counting on that, Sir" he said at first, then his whole sight line was getting fuller and fuller with the image of Tristan's crotch, until it came the point where it was right there, brushing his nose, and he could feel the man sort of swinging on his feet, just so he casually had his nose bumping on his crotch even more. He remained as calm and as gracious as you could be while having someone teasing him with their crotch literally on his face, then he purposedly moved his head up so the tip of his nose traced a ghostly line over the fabric of the man's pants and he looked right into his eyes.

"The first time I was in bed, one finger, then two, then three inside of me, reaching that small spot as a closed my eyes and pictured you, with your face buried in my ass, and your tongue buried even deeper inside of me. I moved my fingers the way I imagined you would move your tongue inside of me. I tell you, it was really hard to get back from that one-" He chuckled. "Then the second time I was in the shower. I imagined you entering the room, all naked and sweaty because you had just return from a hard workout, and you stepped into the shower, and pinned me with my chest against the tile wall, grabbed me by the wrists and put them above my head, and then you fucked me right there. Every hard thrust you gave into me was a harsh twist of my wrist on my cock, and thankfully, the cold water helped. I almost lost it, Sir, but I didn't.

He grinned and put his hand in his pocket, then pulled the remote out. "As for the third one, well... Let's just say I had to use some technology to help me out. I put a plug in my ass, and pressed the higher speed while imagining I was riding you on the back of your fancy car." He licked his lips, then looked at him innocently. "Did I do good, Sir?"

TRISTAN: Tristan hissed through his teeth when Kurt very purposefully swiped his nose upwards and over the swell of the bulge in his pants. Looking down, he met Kurt's eyes and shook his head, the shadow of a smirk on Tristan's expression that said, you know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Aside from the knowing look, though, Tristan stayed silent and gave Kurt the floor to detail how exactly he went about edging himself that day, and what he thought of during. To Tristan's immense satisfaction, Kurt was extremely thorough in his description. Folding his arms in front of him, Tristan looked down at the submissive with a certain fondness. When Kurt finished, Tristan leaned down and cupped Kurt at the back of his neck, being careful (for now) not to mess up his hair as it looked as though he put a lot of time and effort into it. "Come here." Tristan ordered, drawing Kurt up from his knees so that they were face to face. Tristan was a good half a foot taller than Kurt still, but at least now neither had to crane their necks to make eye contact. Tristan leaned in and inhaled, catching a whiff of the floral perfume Kurt must have used. "You did better than good, beautiful. That was an exquisite explanation, and I want you to rest-assured that you'll be rewarded just as exquisitely." Tristan made a point to ghost his lips against the other's, but they made no real contact yet. He wanted to save that for later.

"We're going to go over each of those fantasies in greater detail later. I have some follow-up questions..." He mused, stepping back just slightly, but remaining in Kurt's personal space still. "As for the little technological idea... Hand over that remote. It's mine until our scene ends." He held his hand out and accepted the remote readily. "I stumbled upon quite the prize in meeting you, Kurt. I can see that already." Tristan stepped forward again and snaked his hand around the other's waist, palming his supple, firm ass with an unprecedented roughness.

"I bet you're hungry... For food, I mean." He clarified with a smirk. "Follow me into the dining room and we'll enjoy the feast my submissive has prepared. Then, we'll talk about moving on to dessert." He stated the last part in husky whisper before taking Kurt's soft hand in his rougher, calloused one and lead him through to the dining room. It took a moment or so for them to get situated, but before long, Tristan was staring at Kurt from across the grand dining table, his intense gaze searching for something he couldn't put words to. Soon, a beautiful blonde girl in a blue dress came in; it was Juliet. Silently, she served them both a cup of tomato soup as the appetizer and hastily exited the scene, leaving them alone once more. "You look incredible tonight, by the way." Tristan complimented, that intense gaze still firmly in place.

KURT: For a short amount of seconds Kurt feared that perhaps he had said too much all at once, and maybe Tristan didn't like that, and now he would paid for that. But all his fears went away with he was risen in his feet, and Kurt's eyes never stopped looking into Tristan's all the while. He could tell he was pleased with him so far, and that made him happy. And when his lips almost brushed his own, and the things he said he would do, all of it made his heart beat so much faster.

"I'm glad you liked the imagery of it just as much as I did, Sir" he said at first, then grinned softly and lowered his head as he handed the remote over to Tristan. Who knew what the other would do to him, but he couldn't wait to find out. "I think we both got lucky, Sir. And yes-" He stood on his toes to almost match the other's height. "I'm starved. For food, and many other things."

He looked all around him as he was led into the dining room, then he took his place at the table. "You really have a beautiful place here, Sir" he said, then thanked the young woman for the food and opened a napkin on his lap. He blushed a little and nodded. "Thank you, Sir. You have no idea how hard it was to find something I wasn't too fond of it been ripped off me." He winked at him playfully, then took a sip of his soup. "Mmm... This is really good!"

TRISTAN: “Well, then…” Tristan started, looking down at Kurt fondly as the other attempted to stand up taller, still only coming up to Tristan noses on his tip-toes. “...let’s get you fed; with food first, of course, because you’re going to need the energy to take on the rest of what I have planned for you this evening.” He stated cooly before he turned on his heel and led Kurt through his suite and into the dining room.

Tristan smiled across the table at Kurt and nodded graciously. “Thank you, thank you. I’ve taken up residence at Lima’s finest...which isn't saying much, but it was the best I could do.” Tristan chuckled lowly and followed suit by spreading his napkin across his lap. “Well, I appreciate the strenuous effort you put into finding something that can be discarded. I can have it replaced if need be, I should add. I just...know myself, and how I respond to beautiful boys like you, and there won’t be any holding back on my part once we get down to it.” That trademark, wicked glint twinkled in his eyes as he smirked over at Kurt’s beautiful, blushing expression. “I’m quite fond of exhibiting my strength in all sorts of ways. Ripping your clothes off is just the start; but you’ll see all of that before the night is through. Assuming you behave, of course.” He added pointedly. “I’m glad you like it. Juliet is an incredible cook.” When she’s around to do so, he thought to himself with a little, concealed bitterness. June 6, 2021

KURT: Kurt chuckled and wiped his mouth with his napkin before he spoke again. "Well, considering how... small this town is, you sure did good, Sir. Although something tells me you have lived in far better places than this town, therefore much better places too." He couldn't help biting the inside of his cheek when he saw that damned wicked smile that made his inside warm, and as he made a slight shift on his seat, so did the butplug he was still wearing. He gasped as quietly as he could and took a sip of water really quickly. "I wouldn't dream of asking you to hold anything back, Sir. In fact-" He looked at him and grinned. "I'm looking forward to see in just how many ways you can make me scream of both pain and pleasure." He turned his head slightly to the side to the spot where the woman had disappeared into, making an assumption that was who he was referring to. His sub.  "She definitely is. And I can see how much she works in keeping this place as nice as it is. You made a fine choice with her." He nodded, then took another good spoon of his soup.

TRISTAN: Tristan nodded. “I won’t deny that much. My apartment in New York is miles better than this, and the view of Central Park really can’t be beat; especially not by the view of the rolling, lack-luster hills of Ohio.” He said rather bitterly before taking a bite of his food, all while keeping his observant gaze trained on the gorgeous figure across from him. Tristan couldn’t help but notice the minuscule little reaction Kurt gave, so as the boy took a sip of his water, Tristan slid his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and flipped the switch on the remote, which turned the butt-plug situated in Kurt’s doubtlessly perfect ass on. Tristan watched and smirked when Kurt reacted. “Something wrong, beautiful?” He asked ever-so casually as if he were asking about the weather.

KURT: For a split second Kurt couldn't help but imagine what Tristan was describing when he spoke about New York. The city he had always dreamed of going, living, visiting, whatever. Some part of him still held onto the hope he might just have that chance one day. Of course, all train of thought went away when all the sudden he felt the plug vibrating inside of him, which made him gasp and even make a small jump on his seat. "Oh.. mm..." he said with a shaky voice, his fingers slightly fisting the tablecloth before he let go of it. Once the initial shock passed, he looked over at the other man and shook his head. "Absolutely nothing, Sir. Everything's just.. perfect..." He moaned softly, keeping his lips pressed tight so he wouldn't be too loud.

TRISTAN: Tristan smirked deviously and quirked a brow at Kurt, his eyes following the way the other gripped at the tablecloth and worked to regain the composure he'd lost. "Perfect, hmm? You're comfortable, then? There's nothing whatsoever I could do to make you feel at home?" He asked softly, simultaneously amping up the pace of the vibrating plug as he did. The Dominant wet his lips and reached up to unbutton the two buttons holding his jacket together, letting it fall open to display a perfectly tailored oxford shirt that clung to his muscular frame in a delicious way. "Don't hold back, Kurt." He said, firmer this time. "I want to hear what I'm doing to you."

KURT: Kurt bit his lip down when he felt the vibration inside of him going higher, his toes curling inside his shoes while he tried to stay as together as he could. "There are... so many things you could do, Sir..." He sucked in a breath when the warmth grew hotter, so when Tristan told him, ordered him not to hold back, he couldn't be more grateful for that. His perfect posture broke as he leaned back on the chair, his head thrown slightly back. With the plug moving the way it was, so sinfully, he wiggled his ass a little and moaned. "Fuck.." he muttered. his tongue wetting his lips.

TRISTAN: Tristan chuckled as Kurt got less and less coherent by the second. God, there was nothing that thrilled him more than having this sort of effect on a submissive. Especially someone as poised and put together as Kurt Hummel. Seeing someone who was so prim and proper breaking down into the depraved, desperate little slut they truly were was the ultimate pleasure for Tristan as a Dominant. He slid his chair back and stood up, dropping his jacket on the back of it as he did, leaving him in just his button up, a gold necklace around his neck glinting in the lighting of his dining room as he sauntered toward Kurt, remote in hand. "Look at you, pretty thing...falling apart for me..." He said softly as he got closer. "I realize there's a lot I could do. There is a lot I will do, but I'm nothing if not a gracious host." He said as he reached Kurt and wound his fingers into the back of his thrown back head, gripping his hair and directing his gaze up at him. "What are you craving more than anything, Kurt?" He asked pointedly, staring down at the writhing boy over the swell of his muscular chest.

KURT: Kurt gulped when he saw Tristan coming towards him, looking so gorgeous and imposing. He knew without a hint of a doubt he would do anything and everything he asked of him, just as long he could feel him for hours and days. He grabbed the arms of his chair with both hands, his breathing a lot faster  now, especially when he looked him right in the eye, his body burning with a diring need when he held him like that. "All of you. Your lips... Your cock... I want it all... I need it, please..."

TRISTAN: "My lips?" He asked in a casually interested tone. "That's not one I'm used to getting. Most people mention my body or something to that effect, but I'm not complaining." Tristan reached out and urged Kurt into a standing position, though he was still a good deal taller than the other. "You're a romantic, aren't you, beautiful?" He asked as his lust-blown eyes honed in on the worried line of Kurt's lips, naturally tense from the stimulation still being exerted on his hole at that moment. Tristan flipped the plug off and instantly felt Kurt melt with relief in Tristan's strong grip, and in that same moment, Tristan leaned in and closed the distance between them, sealing his lips over Kurt's and swallowing up any moans that fell from the other's mouth in the process. To day there were fireworks was an understatement. Kurt's lips were soft, clearly exfoliated and taken care of and they felt heavenly moving against Tristan's. He open his mouth and deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking out the others as his grip on Kurt's slender body tightened.

KURT: Kurt feared that he had stepped on some line when he told Tristan he craved for his lips. He was used to men not wanting anything to do with kissing and just focusing on the sex part; but he would had been lying if he said he was dying to taste his lips. Needless to say he was relieved to hear the Dom wasn't that closed up to the idea. He whimpered a bit when he was pulled on his feet, the new shift making the vibrations so high his knees almost  gave out, but then it was gone and he held onto dear life on Tristan's strong arms. "I guess I am, S-" he started to say, then his words were muffled by the other's lips, and he literally felt he was melting in his arms. He wrapped his arms around Tristan's neck, their bodies pressed together as he tilted his head a little. Their lips molded perfectly, his own opening willingly and taking Tristan in. His tongue swirled hotly over Tristan's, and he pulled his leg up and wrapped it around his waist.

TRISTAN: Tristan growled darkly into the wet heat of Kurt's mouth when he felt the other cling so desperately to his arms. There was little that thrilled him more than a submissive body that was so much smaller than him, holding onto him like that. It made him feel like a man and that set off every alph-male tendency that he worked so hard to cover up with intellectual vocabulary and designer suits. Subtly, Tristan moved his hand up to the small of Kurt's back as the kiss deepened, a motion that caused his bicep to flex and bulge against Kurt's grasp. Tristan pointedly nipped and tugged at Kurt's bottom lip before he soothed over it with his tongue and drew Kurt in against him. Upon feeling the boy's leg winding around his waist, the taller male took the cue and dropped his hands to Kurt's supple, pert little ass and scooped him up, right off the floor and into his arms with the greatest of ease. "God, you're so light." He husked out between kisses before he clapped his hand against Kurt's ass and bounced him in his arms to emphasize his point. "Tossing you around is going to be the easiest thing I've done all day..." He said, pulling back and gazing up at Kurt's blissed out expression. "Is that enough of my lips for now, or are you dying for more?"

KURT: Kurt's blood stirred when he felt Tristan's muscles bulge under his fingers, the idea of what could that strong body do to his much leaner one already making him dizzy. Adding that to the intoxicating taste now coating his tongue, he felt on the clouds. He moaned when he tugged on his lip, his fingers now clutching on his shirt. He gasped over his lips when he was hoisted like that, both his legs now clinging to his waist, then he looked at him and smiled. "Having you manhandling me it's going to be one of the msny highlights tonight, Sir" he breathed, then licked Tristan's lips slowly. "I'd say it was the perfect start, Sir..."

TRISTAN: Tristan smirked against the kiss at the feeling of Kurt's smooth, silk-like hands clutching at the equally luxuriously fabric splayed tautly against his muscled chest. "Hmm." Tristan mused wickedly with a little wag of his brows up at the submissive nestled beautifully in his arms. "Manhandling you is going to be the main-event, beautiful - but there will be so much more that goes along with that." He assured Kurt before he parted his lips slowly and let out a sultry, deep growl as Kurt literally licked his bottom lip. "God, you are something, pretty thing." He commented quietly, worrying his wet lips together as he squeezed at the bubble ass in his hands. "I propose we put dinner on pause. I'm hungry for something else, and contrary to popular belief...." He said, as he slapped Kurt's ass pointedly. "I am not a patient man by any means." With that, he stepped backwards and gracefully whisked Kurt off through the apartment, taking the hallway down to the master bedroom. There, his four-poster, lavishly decorated bed was made up and ready for them. Juliet was no where to be found - likely in the guest bedroom where she was sequestered for the evening. With one more, passionate kiss and tug at Kurts lips, Tristan tossed the boy onto his bed and proceeded to stand at the foot of it, his shirt practically bursting at the seams when he leaned forwards and puffed out his chest. Tristan then braced both arms on either column and gazed down at Kurt's beautiful form. "I am going to absolutely wreck you, Kurt Hummel. I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into..." He said with a wink before he dropped his arms to his sides. "Take off my shirt...and make sure to appreciate every inch of my body as you do."

KURT: Kurt could feel his heart hammering inside his ribs now. Feeling Tristan's body pressed on his own, his strong hads grabbing his ass like that... It was much better than anything he had imagined it would be. "I think that's a great idea, Sir" he said with a soft chuckle, then held tighter on him as he was moved throughout the house. He felt weirdly safe in the other's arms. Getting one more kiss was greatly welcomed, but his body reacted in all the right ways when he was thrown on the bed like that. He leaned back on his elbows so that Tristan could take a good look at him, purposedly pushing his ass down on the mattress. "Maybe I don't... But I'm dying to know, Sir" he said, then he slid to the end of the bed where Tristan was and moved his hands up, his fingers gently undoing the buttons,one by one. He licked his lips when the shirt all but hung from his shoulders, and he placed his hands on his chest and felt every curve of his muscles, almost as if he wanted to memorize it. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he let his fingers roam down his chest. TRISTAN: Tristan smirked that same devious, plotting smirk that Kurt must have been accustomed to seeing by now. He glanced down and then back up at the boy. "You won't have to hold your breath on that front for much longer, sweetheart...unless I decide to pin you down by your pretty little neck, of course." He added with a purposeful wink before he stood up and shuffled closer as Kurt slithered up on his knees and started to unbutton his shirt. It fell open easily, almost relief from the stress it took to remain buttoned against Tristan's hulking frame. He signed and let his head fall back for a moment at the feeling of Kurt's smooth hands roaming along the contours of his chest. He puffed himself up and flexed pointedly under Kurt's hands. "Like what you see, Kurt?"

KURT: Kurt couldn't help the gutural sound that fell off his lips when Tristan flexed his muscles in a way that made him like that much more imposing, the heat inside of him already starting to boil enough to be almost painful, since he had edged himself three times that day, and having to finally touch the man that had been ocuppying his thoughts lately was making it difficult for him to hold back this time. "It's even better in the flesh, Sir" he declared, then he leaned in and gave one of his mot prominent muscles a slow lick, testing the waters  to see if the other wanted him to continue. TRISTAN: Tristan could practically feel the arousal radiating off Kurt's entire body as the boy got closer to him. It made sense, considering how on edge he'd kept Kurt all day; but Tristan was hardly ready to let Kurt come just yet. He wanted to see how far he could stretch this out so that finale was as explosive as possible. (Explosive being the operative word, of course.) Tristan smirked at Kurt's soft-spoken declaration and ran a hand through the boy's hair, tugging at it gently to urge Kurt forwards. At the feeling of Kurt's tongue gliding languidly against the swell of Tristan's pectoral, he let out a hiss that melted into a sigh and was punctuated by the way his cock twitched in his pants. "Oh, God..." He amped up the force he was exerting on the back of Kurt's head to keep his mouth working along the muscled contours of his torso. "Keep going, Kurt... Worship every inch of me." With that, he guided Kurt's head to the other side of his chest, flexed once more and then reached down for Kurt's silky smooth hand and splayed it across his rippled abdomen. "Have you ever submitted to a man like me, Kurt? Did you ever think you would?" Tristan asked softly, but with unmistakable confidence resonating through his words. KURT: Kurt purred like a kitten when he felt Tristan's hand on his head, urging him to continue what he was doing. God, he loved when men grabbed his hair like that, and he felt he was about to love the way Tristan did that way better. He had been told several times he had a wicked and skillful tongue, so he wanted Tristan to test his abilities. He hummed against the sooth skin when he ordered him that and leaned up higher on his knees so he could reach as high as he could. From the spot on the center of his chest he looked up at him through his eyelashes while his tongue was still licking him and smiled. He whimpered softly when his hand was placed on his chest, his fingertips now kneding the strong curves of his muscles. "Honestly, Sir.. I haven't" he said, a bit out of breath. "There have been... plenty. But not one quite like you. You're... something else." He gulped. "I always hoped the day would come when I would, Sir. And it's finally here-" He winked at him, then let his tongue drag all over his chest, his pecs, his nipples, then lower and lower, until he reached the exact point where his V-line started. TRISTAN: The noises that were pouring from Kurt's open mouth against Tristan's solid frame felt like he was sinking into a warm bath. The combined sensation of Kurt's hot breath against his taut skin, along with the wet heat of his tongue as it traced paths along his chest worked to make Tristan feel more like a Dominant than he had in such a long time. His own submissive didn't lap him up with the level of devotion that Kurt was already demonstrating, although he tried not to think about what that meant for his claim. Instead, he worked to focus on the moment; on Kurt's sinfully skilled tongue and the ego-bolstering words that Kurt spoke so sweetly as he worshipped Tristan's body like the statue that he'd worked hard to make it into. Tristan glanced down and caught Kurt gazing up at him with some kind of faux innocence through his lashes - an expression that only urged Tristan to tighten his grip in Kurt's hair that much more. "Fuck..." Tristan rasped out when Kurt squeezed at his pec. It was a thing for him; having his chest played with and worshipped like that. Next to his arms, it was his most coveted body part, so he always appreciated a submissive that needed little prompting to focus on it. "I certainly am." Tristan agreed when Kurt mentioned that he was something far and beyond the other men he'd been with. "...and we've only just begun. By the time I'm through with you, all other men will have been more-or-less ruined for you, I can guarantee that." He stated cockily, his voice giving way to a moan as Kurt continued to bathe his body with his tongue.

Glancing down, Tristan noticed how his entire, sculpted frame was glistening with the saliva left over from Kurt's worship - and it only worked to make him look that much more impressive. When Kurt reached the V-line that led beneath his pants, Tristan tugged Kurt a few inches away, reached for his hand and placed it firmly against the swell of his pec. "Unbutton my pants, Kurt. Remove them, and then get my cock wet over my underwear. I need to be worshipped a bit more before you've earned the right to taste me as closely as I know you want to."

KURT: A stir went through his spine when he heard Tristan saying all other men would be ruined for him afterwards, and God did he hope that was the case. It only gave him a slightest idea what the other had in store for him for the night. He countinued to lick every part of his body, licking, savouring and swallowing every single bead of taste that coated his tongue. He whined when he was pulled off his delicious treat like that, though the harsh pull on his hair sent a shock down to his groin. He looked up at him and grinned, then he undid the button of the pants and he took the zipper down with his teeth, careful not to touch him at first. He had just lowered his pants to the level of his thighs, when he froze for a bout a second, the big, thick length almost hitting him on the face, even under the restrain of the fabric of the underwear. "Fuck... " he said, almost out of breath, then he quickly remembered what was it that he was supposed to do, and with the same skill he had done over his upper body, Kurt let his tongue over the bulge, humming softly as he let it lick it all over, up and down, sometimes even nuzzling it with the tip of his nose. He had to focus real hard not simply pull his underwear down and take him fully in his mouth, but there would be time for that. At some point he let his tongue twirled around the tip of his cock over the fabric, and he looked up at him, without stopping. "Am I doing good, Sir...?" TRISTAN: Tristan ran a hand down his body, flattening out his abdomen so that the muscles bulging underneath stood out even more against Kurt’s eager tongue. He worried his lips together and shook his head reverently as he watched Kurt worship his body like his very life depended on it. “Well, now I know who I’ll be calling when I need a tongue bath after a work-out or even a long day in the office…” He mused mainly to himself as Kurt kept moaning and licking broad stripes of saliva along the sculpted planes of his muscled frame. After he gave the order for Kurt to remove his pants, Tristan raised both hands and situated them behind his head, granting Kurt the ability to show off his ability to comply without any extra prompting or assistance. To say that Tristan was pleased with the display Kurt afforded him was the understatement of the century. Watching the boy with hungry, lust-blown eyes, Tristan blew out a shallow breath of relief when Kurt finall began to push his pants down his thighs. His cock was hard and throbbing underneath his underwear, but the removal of his pants provided just the amount of relief Tristan needed to keep a level head as he continued to tease Kurt. Tristan smirked at Kurt’s initial reaction. “Impressive, isn’t it? Just wait until it’s balls deep inside that pretty, tight little hole of yours…” He growled out, watching Kurt intently as the boy set about getting his member nice and soaked over the fabric of his underwear. By the time Kurt was asking for a performance update, Tristan was almost out of breath himself. A sheen of sweat coated his pumped, muscular body, his pecs heaved intimidatingly over Kurt and his cock was leaking pre-cum into his briefs, which only added to how uncomfortably wet the garment had become. “You are…” He started, dropping one hand to claim Kurt via a fistful of brunette locks once more while the arm stayed where it was, flexed; showing off. “...too good.” He finished with a deep, menacing growl. Without missing another beat, Tristan hooked his thumb under his underwear and shoved the garment down with his pants, allowing his cock to spring forth and slap Kurt against his flushed cheek. Then, before the boy could properly respond, Tristan took him by his hair once more and brought his mouth to his cock. “Open. Now.” He ordered. Once Kurt complied, Tristan groaned and started to fuck his mouth at a deliberately brutal pace.

“God, you were made for this, pretty thing.” He commented as he pummeled the back of Kurt’s throat with his length. “Get those hands up on my body. Feel these muscles while I fuck your pretty face. Serve me like the alpha man I am, Kurt.” He snarled, his chest heaving with exertion as he continued to fuck into the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth.

KURT: Kurt was in a total state of bliss while licking Tristan on top of his underwear, his mind filling with images of what that thick dick would do to him, the many ways in which he could leave him shaking, and it only fueled the fire already burning inside of him, starting with the plug inside his ass, and of course the way the night had been going that night so far. He sniffed the smell of slick oozing under the fabric and groaned, but then whined when he was pulled back again, feeling almost like he could protest and tug the other man away so he could go back to what he was doing. But any hint of protest was gone in the blink of an eye, and just like that Tristan got rid of his pants and his big cock slapped him in the face.

For a second he froze, not even moving to breathe, his eyes set on what was in front of him, the impressive sight of that big piece of meat, which was now making him drool. "Sir-" he begun to say, soft as a whisper, but his words were cut out by Tristan's, and next thing he knew he was complying happily, opening his mouth wide and moaning as the throbbing dick slid over his tongue and reached deep in the back of his throat. He grunted, then moaned, both pain and delight clashing together and making him a writhing mess, even while only being on his knees.  He reached his hands up like he was told to, but he didn'thave to be told twice about it. There was nothing he loved more at that moment than to worship the gorgeous and flawless body that was about to own him soon.

He had never been happier tabout not having a gag reflex, because he didn't want anything to come in the way of him getting what he hoped what the first of many treats he would have that night. He looked up at him and batted his eyelashes, a wicked grin forming around the male's cock, his own now burning with need. He swiped the pad of his thumbs over his nipples and tweaked them slightly, the slick of Tristan's precum and his own saliva now dripping down the corner of his mouth. TRISTAN: It was fairly evident that this wasn’t Kurt’s first time taking a cock down his throat. He was a natural as far as Tristan could tell. While there was choking and moans and spasms, Tristan could tell that it was mainly for show. Kurt knew how to regulate his breathing so that they could go on like this forever without interruption, and God, did a part of Tristan want just that. Another part of him, though, needed more, and he knew Kurt needed more too. Tristan used one to hold Kurt’s mouth down against his cock, and the other guided Kurt’s soft hand over the muscled contours of his sweating body. “Fuck yeah, Kurt… Feel that body… Feel that power.” He urged, still fucking Kurt’s mouth at a devastating pace while he flexed his pumped chest against the submissive’s groping hands.

Tristan prolonged the throat-fucking for a bit longer, but when Kurt batted his eyelashes up at him in the middle of it, he felt himself hurdling towards a release he wasn’t ready for. Urgently, Tristan yanked Kurt off his cock and threw him back, the boy landing softly on his back against the throw pillows at the head of the bed. Tristan smirked down at him, all sweaty, gloriously towering over Kurt’s wrecked form. “My, what a mess you’ve made of yourself, pretty thing.” He teased, kicking his pants off before he mounted the bed at the foot and crawled over Kurt, crowding him up against the headboard. “We wouldn’t want all that to get on these precious clothes of yours, would we?” Tristan asked, reaching for the collar of Kurt’s black t-shirt. Without waiting for an answer, Tristan exhibited his strength, flexed and tore Kurt’s shirt in two, leaving it in tatters on either side of Kurt’s slender body.

“Beautiful…” Tristan husked out through labored breaths, his chest heaving as he drank in the sight of Kurt’s body. Laying down on top of Kurt, Tristan lifted him with one hand by his slim waist and held him flush against his rippled, sweaty body and kissed him deeply, their tongues battling for dominance all the while until Tristan’s inevitably won out.

KURT: Kurt moaned with his mouth full with Tristan's cock when he could feel the sweat beads running down his body, his fingernails dragging their way down the perfect and strong figure. It was a sort of sense of pride, and also some small manner of control to know he was the cause for the bigger man to react like that. When he was pulled away like that there was a small part of him that feared perhaps he had messed something up, but as he was thrown on the bed, and he thought just how much the other's cock was throbbing and leaking, he knew that there wasn't anything wrong, at all. He licked his lips as he watched Tristan crwling his way up the bed, himself pushing himself back as if they were in a sort of cat and mouse play until his head reached the headboard above.

"Nuh uh... You have no idea how difficult it is to get rid of cum on black clothes, Sir. It never goes away" he said with a soft chuckle, then gasped when, with a single yank, his shirt was torn in two pieces, his lean, but somewhat muscular frame completely exposed for the other man to see. His cheeks burned pink, and so did some spots over his chest and stomach, with th blood pumping furiously through his body like it was, especially with Tristan looking down at him like he was, like a delicious snack he could devour in a single bite. He grabbed with both arms when he was lifted like that, their lips dwelling into the sweetness and roughness of their tongues and teeth moving together, his hands soon finding their way down the muscular back, fingernails dragging over the skin until he reached his ass and squeezed it hard.

When they finally pulled back from the kiss his face was completely flushed, his perfectlycombed hair now spiking in every direction and his lips sinfully red and swollen. "Please, Sir... I want more... more...." He didn't care about begging for what he wanted more than anything at that moment. He could beg as much as Tristan would want him to.

TRISTAN: “It’s a good thing you followed my instructions and wore something that can be discarded.” Tristan said with a cheeky smirk before he did just that and shredded the garment in two. He puffed out his chest in pride at Kurt’s reaction - God, did he love getting little submissives like this one all wound up and drunk on the power and sheer, brute strength he exuded. It was, after all, the main driving force behind his rigorous fitness regime - to sculpt a body with real, honest power behind it that would make submissives drop to their knees in worship at the slightest flex. Tristan struck that rare balance between brains and brawn, and he stuck it just right. Tristan hummed approvingly into the kiss as Kurt threw his arms around his neck and clung to his body, melting in his arms as if he were designed to be underneath him; and in fact, he absolutely was designed for that.

“Oh, you’ll have more.” The dominant snarled out confidently. “More than you can even handle, I think.” He warned, although he had no intentions of holding back when the time came. Tristan’s tongue lashed at Kurt’s with a hunger he hadn’t felt in far too long, and his desire was amped up even more by the punctuating way Kurt’s blunt nails scraped down the muscled planes of his back, to his tight ass, and back up. It was cute the way Kurt tried to exert some force of his own, squeezing Tristan’s ass like he had any control at all. In response, Tristan mirrored Kurt’s move, letting one of his own hands trail down Kurt’s slender back, over the swell of wide, beautiful hips to his ass where he squeezed roughly. He ran his fingers between those supple cheeks to tease roughly at the hole he was about to fuck. His fingers met the blunt end of the plug, so he carefully removed it and discarded it over the side of the bed before he returned his fingers to Kurt's now bare, stretched entrance. “This…” He whispered into Kurt’s ear. “...is mine.” He said with a growl. “Repeat who this hole belongs to, Kurt.” Looking down at Kurt’s beautifully disheveled form, Tristan hummed under his breath, his eyes baring down on the boy as he braced his powerful body over him, his broad shoulders cutting off anything else so that all Kurt could see was Tristan. “You want more? Beg for it. Beg for what you want. Use your words and be specific, pretty thing.” KURT: Kurt could care less about his clothes being tore and tossed on the bed, or anywhere. The feeling, the warmth that was overwhelming his now naked body with Tristan's also naked one laying on top of him  made up for everything else. He pushed his body up, writhing and rutting against Tristan, then he gasped when the other's hand reached down his ass and pulled the plug out of him.

To say he felt relief would be an understatement, especially when the Dom quickly replaced the toy with his thick fingers. His body arched underneath him, the heat that went through him making him do all kind of lustful sounds. "Yours. It's yours..." he breathed out, then looked at him. "I'm yours." He held onto his strong shoulders and licked his lips. "I want your tongue buried deep in my ass... I want your fingers prepping me nice and open... And I want your cock to split my ass in two, and after you're done, I want you to flip me over and start all over again..." He pushed his hips up again. "And I want you to breed me fully. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my ass..., Sir." He winked at him and bit his lip down. TRISTAN: I’m yours. That was unexpected. Even in Tristan’s lust-crazed state, he found the will to pause and absorb that. Sure, he knew Kurt didn’t mean that in any sort of way that extended beyond this scene, but it was spoken with such sincerity and devotion that it stopped him in his tracks. He tried to recall when his own submissive had really given herself to him so wholly during a scene like Kurt was, and he was drawing a blank. Problematic to say the least, but not a priority, considering the very naked, desperate submissive writhing with need underneath him. Tristan cleared his throat, shook his head and re-entered the scene mentally with guns blazing. “Correct. Here, now, you belong completely to me, Kurt. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is mine. You exist to serve me, and you’re lucky for it.” He said, softly but no less domineering against Kurt’s lips as his fingers scissored Kurt’s entrance open. Tristan breathed out hotly when Kurt’s hips gyrated upwards, seeking something, anything that Tristan might decide to afford him. The Dominant smirked against Kurt’s panting mouth. “Well, you certainly know how to follow an order thoroughly, I’ll grant you that.” He pushed in a third finger and continued to work Kurt open. “You want my tongue in your tight little ass? Very well. Roll over and prop that rear up for me, pretty thing.” He ordered before sitting up on his knees, his chiseled frame still dotted with sweat and heaving from all the activity, his cock erect and throbbing between muscular thighs as he waited for Kurt to assume the position.

KURT: Kurt swallowed hard when he saw the hesitation on Tristan's part, or at least that's how he felt about it, even if it was just for about a second. Soon he went back to be himself, the man who couldn't wait to continue to adore for the night; and he would be even much happier if he got to do that more than just for one night. He groaned and threw his head back when he felt the thick fingers working him open, his ass also pushing back down on the digits to get him even deeper inside of him. "Oh gosh... So lucky... yes... mmm... I want to serve you... fully... in everything and anything you want, Si- ahh..." He moaned and pressed his face on Tristan's shoulder. His body was already a shaking mess when Tristan added a third finger, which he knew had helped in stretching him more than the plug had done. He simply nodded at the question, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip, then when he was given the space he turned on his stomach with a graceful move, then, being the show off kind that he was, he slowly got on his hands and knees, moving almost like a cat would, then lowered his upper body and lifted his ass up, his thighs pressed together. "You like the view, Sir?" he asked casually, even wiggling his ass at the other man for good measure. TRISTAN: Tristan hummed his approval as Kurt’s words washed over him and continued to bolster his ego and entire persona as a Dominant. Truly, he hadn’t felt this sincerely dominant in such a long time, and it took Kurt’s sweet, devoted brand of submission to make him realize that. “You were absolutely made for this, pretty thing.” He commented huskily as the writhing submissive worked himself down against Tristan’s fingers. “Just as I was made to dominate gorgeous, eager little submissives like yourself...but that much is obvious, isn’t it?” He asked rhetorically, shooting Kurt a little wink before his strong, sweat-glistening arm wrapped around the small of Kurt’s slender back, lifted him up off the mattress and flipped him over so that his perfectly plump rear was exposed to him. Tristan hissed at the sight and ran a hand through his hair, trying to gather himself enough to keep from simply lining his cock up at the boy’s entrance and taking him in one thrust. This needed to be dragged out for it to be as memorable as he wanted it to be. He needed Kurt coming back for more, after all, and that wouldn’t happen if he rushed through the formalities. Tristan still drank in the sight before him, the way Kurt’s thighs were pressed together emphasized the swell of his hips which led to two, shapely cheeks. He reached out and spread them apart, exposing Kurt’s pink, stretched little hole to him. “Mmm, ‘like’ is an understatement, sweetheart… In fact, I’m not sure there’s words for just how much I like what I’m looking at, so I won’t bother trying to find them.” He said, wetting his lips and lifting one hand, only for it to clap down loudly against Kurt’s right cheek. “Actions speak louder, anyway.” He scooted forward on his knees and leaned in, spreading Kurt’s ass roughly and licked a broad stripe from his taint up through and over his hole, back down and repeated the motion a few times before inserting a finger along with his tongue. He curled the wet muscle expertly in time with the insertion of his finger while his other hand kept his cheeks spread roughly. He moaned deeply against Kurt’s entrance, lapping at him in a desperate attempt to not only give him a fraction as much pleasure as he, himself had been given, but also to get him stretched open enough to accommodate his own girth. “Such a tight, pretty little hole...even after having a plug in it all day.” Tristan mused in between periods of licking. “Do you think you’ll be able to take my cock, sweetheart? All of it?” KURT: Kurt clutched with both hands onto the fine sheets underneath him while he waited, his as fully exposed for Tristan to look at, to appreciate, to devour, to break. To do whatever he felt like doing. It felt like centuries to him before he felt the shifting on the bed, a signal that he was moving, and he smiled softly and nodded. "I'll take that as a good sign, Sir" he was able to say about the other's praise, but everything else dwell into a sounding and sinful moan the moment he felt the warm muscle dragging its way up his crack and then over his entrance. His teeth bit onto his lower lip hard, and he could soon feel the copper taste of blood from how hard he was doing that.  "Oh my god... yes... oh, Sir... fuckk... mmm... that feels so good..."

He was by now a babbling mess, not able to make definitive words, but the sounds were definitive enough to let the other know he was riding a blissful cloud while having his tongue buried in his ass. He was finally able to take a breather when the other man did briefly, and he turned his head enough to look at him. "I workout a lot to keep it tight like that, Sir... But trust me- It will fit, and it will hurt so good... that I can't wiat for to happen-" He pushed his ass on Tristan's face in a playful manner. "But your tongue is doing a mighty good job there, Sir..." He looked at him and pouted, his teeth now biting the tip of his thumb. TRISTAN: Every sound that fell from Kurt’s sinful lips was like music to Tristan’s ears. It was like the boy was programmed to know exactly how to turn Tristan on, and to keep him tud on and in the moment. He growled against Kurt’s pulsating entrance, salivating against the tight, sensitive skin he found there. He kept Kurt’s cheeks roughly spread as he lapped hungrily at the hole presented to him, doing everything in his power to prep Kurt for the inevitable.

Leaning back, Tristan took a moment to look over his work, his eyes boring down intensley on that tight little hole, wet with his spit and pulsating visibly in anticipation to be filled with something much, much more substantial. Biting his lip, Tristan’s lust-blown eyes dragged up from the delicious sight of his ass to meet Kurt’s heady expression. “I can tell you do, pretty thing -  and you’re right, it will hurt...but I intend to turn that pain to pleasure in record time.” He assured the other, reaching down with one hand to stroke his rock-hard member, his arousal intensifying at the sight of Kurt sucking on his thumb like that. “You know exactly how to make yourself look oh-so innocent and unassuming, don’t you?” Tristan sneered playfully. “But...you’re really nothing of the sort. You’re a submissive little cockslut who needs an alpha man’s cock like you need oxygen to breath.” Tristan said in a deep, masculine tone, wetting his lips and tightening up the muscles in his body to give something alpha-esque for Kurt to gawk over his shoulder at. KURT: Kurt whimpered when he felt the warmth of Tristan's saliva dripping down his crack, the soft touch of feeling like an electric shockwave that went through him. "I'm counting on that, Sir... And it will be so fucking hot... Been dreaming about it for days, and I hadn't even met you in person yet- But now that I do..." He pushed his ass back, teasing the other man. "I can tell I'm never going to get enough of you." He chuckled and shruggedf slightly. "Maybe I am innocent. You can never tell-" He winked at him. "Or maybe I'm just waiting for the right kind of man for me to show just how much of a naughty boy I am." He bit his lip down when he saw the muscles flexing on Tristan's body, which made him look even hotter if possible. "Fuck, please... Sir... Please, fuck me... I want you so bad-" His own cock twitched with need, but since the other hadn't said otherwise, he understood that as if he couldn't touch himself for the moment. He lowered his head just a bit, so his eyes peeking from under his shoulder were the only thing the other man could see. "Let me show you... just how good of a cockslut I can be for you." TRISTAN: Tristan chuckled against the pulsating flesh of Kurt’s tight little hole. “And you’ll be dreaming of this for days after we’re done here, as well. I can guarantee that much.” He promised confidently before licking yet another broad stripe straight through the crevice separating Kurt’s supple cheeks, a deep, masculine moan falling from his lips as he did so. “I must say…” He said, leaning back and clapping his hand roughly over Kurt’s ass. “...the feeling there is absolutely mutual. I knew after a moment alone with you that I’d be requesting your presence time and time again; so I’m pleased to hear that’s a sentiment you share, Kurt.” He slapped Kurt’s ass again and said, “Very pleased.” as the punctuating remark. Quirking a brow, Tristan wet his lips and scooted in, gripping his cock in his hand and slapping it soundly against Kurt’s entrance. “I don’t know if I can show you what a naughty boy you are, but I can certainly treat you like one...if you’re asking for it.” He teased, smirking at the way Kurt ogled his body. It was obvious that the other had a thing for muscles, and Tristan was more than happy to oblige that kink. “See something you like, sweetheart?” He said, rutting his cock against Kurt’s ass as he lifted his arm and purposely flexed his bicep, yearning to see Kurt’s jaw drop at that sight alone. Tristan chuckled and quickly spit down onto his cock and Kurt’s entrance, providing some last minute lubrication (although it wasn’t quite necessary considering the copious pre-come that was coating the head of his cock by then.) “That’s hardly a request I can turn down… You sure know how to pique a man’s interest, Kurt Hummel. ...Among other things.” He added, stretching Kurt’s hole with one hand and pressing forward to slide the head of his cock through the tight ring of muscle as he did so. “Not only am I going to let you show me how much of a desperate little omega slut you are for me…” He said, leaning forward to pull Kurt up by his neck so that his back was arched against the impressive swell of Tristan’s well-formed pecs. “I’m ordering you to. I want you moaning on my cock not only because it feels good, but because it’s what you absolutely live for.” He snarled against the shell of Kurt’s ear. “Start screaming for me, Hummel.” He said, shifting so that he had Kurt in a bit of a headlock, his bicep bulging and flexing against Kurt’s neck as the Dominant began to fuck up into him at an unforgiving pace. KURT: Kurt could feel his whole body burning with lust and need. Tristan knew exactly how to make a babbling mass out of someone, and today he was definitely doing his best with Kurt. "I do, Sir... Like you said, I think you're about to ruin any other man for me from now on, so you can definitely expect me to be coming back for more-" He whimpered when he felt the thick member now rutting over his crack, and he pushed his ass back to feel some more of it. "Oh yes... Treat me like the cockslut I am, Sir... Let me be your pretty cockslut..." he purred, then grinned. "Everything I see tonight I like, Sir... And I want all of it."

He was about to brace himself for impact, sort of speak, when all the sudden he felt himself being practically yanked off the bed, now on his knees, with his back arched against the other's strong body.  "God, yes... yes..." he was able to say, just when the other entered him in one single, hard thrust and begun to pound his ass hard. His balls slammed the pale skin, his thick cock reaching deep inside of him every time. "AHH... AHH! FUCK, YES! YESSS... FUCK ME- AHH... AHHH..." He bit his lip down and threw his head back to reach Tristan's shoulder, his hands holding onto the man's strong arm for dear life. "You feel so fucking good in my ass- ahh... Harder... harder... mmm" TRISTAN: “You are my pretty, submissive little cockslut, Kurt. Don’t you fucking forget it.” Tristan corrected, smirking all the while even though his tone came through as an intimidating growl of sorts. He punctuated his reiteration by gripping a fistful of Kurt’s hair, yanking him backwards against his firm body, baring his neck so that he could passionately suck an open-mouthed kiss against the pale, porcelain skin he found there. “Mine.” He growled once more, hoping he’d made his point.

The screams pouring from Kurt’s sinful, kiss-swollen mouth was like music to Tristan’s ears, and it only worked to spur him on that much more. “That’s right, slut. Take my cock...just...just like that.” Tristan panted out against the shell of Kurt’s ear, his cock throbbing through the thrusts as the malleable, slender boy groped at his flexed bicep that pinned the switch up against his built, solid frame. “Careful what you ask for, Hummel.” Tristan growled out  when the boy had the audacity to ask him to go even harder. That was something Tristan was more than happy to oblige, but he wasn’t sure Kurt knew what he was getting himself into. Regardless, he leaned in, nipped at Kurt’s ear before he shoved him roughly down to the mattress underneath them. Tristan fell forward onto Kurt’s back, his cock still buried deep in the boy’s ass. With this new angle, Tristan pinned Kurt’s shapely hips to bed and used his new leverage to really pound into the beautiful submissive spread out underneath him. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls along with the sound of his bed banging against the wall. “Take...my...cock...you little fucking slut!” Tristan yelled out, drilling Kurt at a deafening pace; his entire, muscular body was drenched and glistening with sweat now as he gave the other everything he had to give. KURT: Kurt grunted when Tristan pulled his hair like that, a huge turn on for him, the skin of his neck burning with the feeling of the mark the other had left there. It would be the first time he wouldn't mind not wearing a scarf to hide the marks on his neck. He would wear it proudly. He whimpered when he hard thrust made a rush of pain and pleasure to shoot up his spine, his body now spotting with soft pink marks all over with how hard and fast his blood was pumping. "I ask- ahh... only for what I want, Sir..." he was able to say, right before he was thrown on the bed again, with Tristan on his back and attached deeply inside of him.

"Fuck- FUCK, YES!!" he screamed, so hard his throat hurt after, the sound of slapping skin filling the room while he felt his body completely pinned and fucked against the bed. He fisted the sheets to try and grab some support, but the way he was being held down barely left him a chance to move at all, even for support. He buried his face on the mattress, his teeth biting on the sheets. "Oh my god, yes.. yess... I'm fucking cockslut for you- Just for you... oh god... ahhh... fucking hurts so good.. mm..." Sweat drops rolled off his neck and body, as his cock throbbed with desperate need as it laid trapped between the mattress and his hips. TRISTAN: Tristan grunted, reeled back only to pound into Kurt again, taking him all the way to the base of his massive length, pinning the boy effortlessly to the mattress underneath him. “Oh, fuck yeah, boy… Fucking scream for me…” Tristan encouraged against the shell of Kurt’s ear. Tristan noticed Kurt grasping for something to hold on to, and immediately he reached for Kurt’s hand, laced their fingers together and allowed the boy to use him for all the support he needed he fucked him fast and hard, the sound of his powerful hips slapping against Kurt’s supple ass reverberating off the walls of his bedroom. Tristan looked down at Kurt, honestly amazed at the beautiful display of senseless submission and ecstasy unfolding underneath him. “Yeah? You like that, pretty thing? You like my big alpha cock pounding out your little hole? Fucking owning you?” He asked through labored pants, his chest heaving powerfully as he kept it up, pounding Kurt out without hesitation. “Fuck…” Tristan rasped out, falling forward, his chiseled frame flexing against Kurt’s back as he continued to fuck him. “I’m going to come, boy… W-Where do you want it?” He asked, figuring that with how good Kurt had been, the least he could do was give him that choice. KURT: Pain and lust now fueled his body in a way he didn't remember feeling in a long time, and Kurt knew, right to his bone, that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, especially not after having been edged three times already that day, and now with being fucked out of his mind like he was. He closed his hand tight around Tristan's when he laced their fingers together, and although he knew very well he couldn't move, much less fall over with the way Tristan was pining to the with his own body weight, it felt to have his hand to hold, to have his strength to support him now, especially when he felt his body going more limb by the second. "Oh, I love it, Sir..." He turned his head and met Tristan's gaze. "I love your big dick, Alpha... Especially when it's fucking my slut, tight Omega hole.." He bit his lip down and captured Tristan's lips for a second before the other fell on top of him, his hips never stopping impalling his body down to the bed. He managed to squeeze his cheeks around his cock and moaned even louder. "Fucking breed me... I want to feel your cum dripping out of my used hole..." He met his eyes. "I beg you... Breed me, Alpha..." TRISTAN: Tristan let out an animalistic growl when Kurt started referring to him as an alpha. That much was obvious to anyone with eyes, of course, but to hear Kurt outwardly admit it without an ounce of shame only worked to make Tristan absolutely throb with need. "Fuck!" He yelled, nipping at the nape of Kurt's beautiful, porcelain neck as he pounded him out and into the bed. "That's what I like to hear, little slut. You wouldn't feel completely owned without my hot come filling you all the way up, would you?" He asked rhetorically, the snap of his hips taking a more frantic, less controlled pace as he began to topple over the edge. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming!" He yelled, holding Kurt flush against his sweaty, rock-hard body as he found his release, coming in harsh, erratic spurts right into Kurt's tight little hole. "Holy...shit." He breathed out as waves of arousal crashed through him. After a beat, he laid there on top of Kurt, catching his breath. "Your turn..." He breathed out through a smirk. "Since you were such a good fucking boy for me, I'll let you choose where you want me while you come - and what you want me doing." He added, kissing Kurt's neck to give the boy some time to decide how he wanted their scene to end. KURT: Kurt whimpered when he felt the way Tristan was pounding on him now, much harder and faster, and he could feel him throb and twitch inside of him, and that made it all that much hotter. He wanted to say that yes, that was what he wanted, everything he had ever wanted and that now he was getting and how thankful he was for that, but he was now at loss of words. Hiw body begun shaking in a way he knew he wouldn't be able to control, but he got to keep it together until he was told he could let go, and what a bliss would that be. He held onto Tristan's arm with both hands, his body going still at first when he finally felt his warm seed filling him out, and he pushed and squeezed his ass around him to help him ride his high.  He was still catching his breath when Tristan fell on top of him, spent, although his erection now pressed against the bed felt like it was about to explode. The soft kisses on his neck helped to ease him down, giving at least a couple of seconds longer.

Knowing that wouldn't be far too long, and that he was given the choice, he cleared hi throat and was finally able to speak again. "Holy shit is... putting it mildly, Sir..." he said with a soft voice, then he bit his lip down. "Okay" he said with a wicked little grin, then he used what little strength he still had on him to turn them both over. Without missing a second he pulled himself off Tristan, then turned around and sat on his lap again. He knew the man was already done, but he also knew he wasn't going to last long, so he wanted it to be that way. Reaching back he closed his hand around Tristan's cock, holding it while he sank on it, and with his head thrown back he begun to bounce on top of him, the fire that was still going through him soon sending him down the edge, that blessed point where he had wanted to get all day long. And with a single, strangled cry, he was soon coming all over his stomach and Tristan's, without touching himself once, only by Tristan's cock. Finally he too fell on top of the Dominant, breathless and with his heart about to jump out of his chest. "That was... fucking amazing..." he breathed against his neck. TRISTAN: Tristan chuckled quietly, kissed Kurt's neck again and gave the boy a second to consider his options, while also taking the moment to get himself together again, as well. Catching the boys little grin, he knew right away that Kurt knew just how he'd get off. Grunting, Tristan moved with the submissive, falling over onto his back and adjusting his position as Kurt climbed on top of him. When the boy gripped his still-hard cock, Tristan winced at the sensitivity, but quickly forgot about it when he was granted the sight of Kurt riding him. It was just about the hottest thing he'd ever seen: Kurt's slim, beautiful form, flush with arousal, bouncing desperately in his lap, his own cock hard and throbbing, rutting against Tristan's chiseled abs. Tristan looked up at Kurt with a heady gaze, wet his lips and started to tighten his body, flexing every muscle as Kurt drank in the sight underneath him, definitely aiding in how fast Kurt came shortly after. "That's right, baby. Come for me. Come for your alpha. Now." Tristan ordered - and with that, Kurt compiled, spilling himself with three or four loads worth of come all over Tristan's abs and pecs, all without even touching himself. It was impressive to say the least; and absolutely mind-blowing to say the most. Out of breath and overly sensitive, Tristan blew out a puff of air through his lips and wrapped his bulging arms around Kurt's petite frame. "You're fucking amazing." He corrected, sucking a kiss against the boys neck as he caught his breath. "And all this before we even finished dinner..." He said teasingly against Kurt's ear.

KURT: Kurt slipped his arms under Tristan's frame the best he could, wanting nothing more than just stay that way forever. A silly, romantic thought to have after being fucked out of your wits, and also something he didn't know if Tristan would want at all. But for a couple of seconds... it felt nice. Just to lay together like that. He looked at him and smiled. "We are" he said and winked softly, then chuckled. "Hmm.. Imagine all we can do- after he eat some proteins and get our strength back." He wiggled his eyebrows at him and giggled. "It's been the best night I've had in a long time. Thank you, Sir." He let the pad of his thumb to brush under Tristan's chin and smiled. TRISTAN: Tristan smiled softly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in the beautiful sight of Kurt's limp form regaining some composure against his solid, sweaty frame. He wrapped his strong arms around Kurt and held him close. "We won't have to imagine all that for much longer if I have my way..." He whispered against Kurt's lips, kissing him softly before pulling back to give him a little wink. "...and I always get my way." He breathed in deeply. "Now. We're going to lay here for a few more minutes. Then you're going to clean up the mess you made all over my chest...with your tongue. After I'm satisfied with your work, we'll move back to the dining room to finish dinner." He wanted the agenda to be clearly laid out. Once he was sure Kurt understood he settled again and buried his face in Kurt's messed up hair, breathing in the scent of something floral and feminine. "You're welcome, Kurt." He said, rubbing his hand up and down the boy's slender back, remembering how much he enjoyed hearing Tristan say his name. "The pleasure was, and will continue to be mine." He kissed his lips once more before he relented and started to relax, at least for a little while.