i still haven't had my fulfill. smut drabbles

my shyness, pet her flow.

Biting his lip to hide a smile, Dave followed as closely as he could as Kurt dragged him up the flights of stairs, all the way up to their hotel room; conveniently, fourth floor.

The whole night had been spent with dumb, dry flirting and lots, lots of drinking. Dave was the most sober of the two at the moment, almost equally as drunk; not drunk enough to forget everything that has happened and will happen the morning after, though.

Having reached the door, Dave stood right behind Kurt as the blond fumbled with the key to the hotel room, conveniently unable to shove it into the keyhole.

"Eager?" Dave commented, jokingly, unable to hold back a drunk cackle. He was implying the way Kurt's hands kept shaking, it was either the alcohol or the pure desire that coursed his veins at the moment; maybe a mixture of both, too.

Finally, the key was shoved into the hole; twist and pull and the door's open.

Kurt looked up at Dave sternly, pushing him into the room, Dave was much more than happy to comply, too.

The blond made his way inside right after that, closing the door behind himself, and before he knew it he was pinned against the polished wooden frame; hands either side of him.

Dave towered over him by only a few inches, yet Kurt managed to find the boy so intimidating whenever he'd get so close and so 'bothered.' Dave could say the same about Kurt.

Kurt grabbed the younger's jacket collar, lowering him and pulling him close with surprising strength, causing dave to laugh once more. He just couldn't stay serious in a situation like this, not when he's drunk.

"Chill, Kurt," Dave sighed lowly. "We've got lots of time on our hands."

Kurt tolled his eyes and grabbed the nape of Dave's neck with his other hand, keeping a tight grip on his collar as he pulled the brunet in even closer, lips crashing, colliding with lips in a heated kiss. Heated and sloppy, that is.

The kiss drags on for too long, in Dave's opinion, so he reaches down and slips his hands under Kurt's upper thighs and lifts him up, the shorter wrapping his legs around him in response as Dave carried him to the still untouched hotel bed.

Dave pulled away, almost dropping Kurt on the bed, instead catching his balance, softening his grip and laying the frail blond on the bed, crawling over him; one knee on the mattress, other leg still on the floor.

"You look good in my jacket," Dave smirked, absentmindedly biting his bottom lip as he eyed Kurt up and down, definitely enjoying putting him on display like that, almost sprawled out on the bed, all drunk and eager and almost helpless.

"Shut up and just kiss me already."

Dave held back a laugh and leaned in once more, lips colliding against lips once more; teeth hitting teeth kin the sloppiest way possible, lips moving against each other clumsily, making the most obscene sounds imaginable.

Kurt tried to keep up but it was getting a little hard to breathe, he was dazed; out in some sort of trance where everything is hazy and warm and red.

Dave shifted a little, crawled onto the bed properly, completely trapping kurt underneath him. He too could barely breathe anymore, he had to pull away.

And he did, and when he did he took a sharp stutter of a breath, dark eyes almost darkening as he eyed Kurt. "How far is this gonna go?"

It's a sudden question, but in the state of just slight sobriety, Dave felt the need to ask Kurt about the boundaries that were set, if there even were any at this point.