Morning at Home II Dave & Kurt
Kurt’s tears slowed to almost a full stop and he ran the hand on Dave’s cheek back to the nape of his neck.
“This.”
He leaned back in and placed the next kiss on his lips. He didn’t know why he was doing this, he just needed it. He needed comfort. He needed to feel loved.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sudden kiss and the menagerie of responses it brought. There was the peculiar jolt of pleasure, almost like a current of electricity passing through him. There was the sudden rush of heat to his face, making him turn several shades of red.
Above all, there was a desire to do more, but the inability to do anything but kiss him back softly.
He was aware that chances of this meaning anything were slim; he had just been called a faggy slut or whatever. He probably just needed… well, whatever it was people needed after an encounter like that. Still… it was a lot nicer than with Daniel.
His hand moved to Kurt’s waist and he pulled him closer, trying his best to make this as sweet and chaste and as fucking Disney as possible.
(Source: vampilicious-kurt, via vampilicious-kurt)
