Sebastian's touches are more magic than Kurt has ever dreamed possible. Whatever reference material Sebastian has been watching definitely paid off, but Kurt would like to believe that he has some part in this, too; that Sebastian is reacting to having Kurt naked in his arms; that he's reliving the fantasy he's dreamed of during nights spent alone in bed, longing to make love to him.

Kurt's had them, too, and they're a lot like this.

Sebastian's lips explore his skin, all over his skin, trying to touch and kiss and be everywhere at once. His hands follow his lips and trace along their path, searching out and memorizing all those spots that make Kurt shiver. He finds them on Kurt's neck, on the bend of Kurt's elbow, his hip, his inner thigh, behind his knee, his ankle…

Kurt has his chances, too, when he can get Sebastian to lie still and let him have his way. As gorgeous as Sebastian is when he's meticulously styled and dressed, it doesn't even compare to what he looks like now: gloriously naked, his whole body on display, cut and muscular, tanner than Kurt by far and not a blemish or scar to be seen. His hair is mussed from carding his fingers through it every time Kurt finds a hidden spot that makes Sebastian weak. Kurt is mesmerized by Sebastian's body, especially his skin: the interesting combination of sweet and musky smell to it, its salty taste and smooth texture beneath his tongue. Kurt feels an unexpected surge of power every time he manages to make Sebastian whimper; he gets drunk off it, becoming daring, more confident.

Kurt slips down Sebastian's chest, crawling quick and cat-like, eager at trying his hand at having Sebastian in his mouth, but even in his blissed-out state, Sebastian catches on and stops him, panting heavily, sweating in reaction to Kurt's torment, even in the cool air.

"No, gorgeous," Sebastian says when Kurt pouts. "I have to have you now."

The low, guttural growl in Sebastian's voice when he says the word 'now' puts the smile back on Kurt's face. Sebastian grabs his hands and leads him back to the head of the bed. In the heat and passion and anticipation of the next few minutes, conversation becomes less awkward and more rushed, as if both men have gone beyond waiting to be together.

"Do you want me to finger you?" Sebastian asks, his voice rough and husky in Kurt's ear.

"No…no…I just want you," Kurt says, hurrying to get into some sort of position. "How do you want me?"

"On your back," Sebastian responds without hesitation. "I want to see you."

Kurt bites back both a protest and a moan with his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he lays back and watches Sebastian tear open the condom wrapper with his teeth and roll it over his erection like a pro.

"Uh…" Kurt raises an eyebrow, curious if all alpha males are born with an inherent ability to put on a condom because Kurt is sure that under the same circumstances he'd go through at least three before he managed to get one on right.

"Practice, alright!" Sebastian chuckles sheepishly, inferring Kurt's unasked question from the look in his eyes, his cheeks flaming red. "I didn't want to look like an idiot."

"Oh, honey," Kurt coos, sitting up to loop his arms behind Sebastian's neck. "You could never look like an idiot."

Sebastian's shifting eyes meet Kurt's, the smile in them soft and insecure.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Kurt assures him, pecking light kisses to the contours of Sebastian's mouth. "And I think that you practicing is adorable…if not a little odd."

Sebastian scrunches his nose and pushes a giggling Kurt backward onto the bed. Sebastian sucks in a sharp breath and Kurt's giggles suddenly die in his throat. Kurt's ice blue eyes are close to black as he peers up through dark eyelashes at his gorgeous boyfriend kneeling naked between his legs. Sebastian's every nerve in his body fires, his entire being pulsing with his need to be buried inside Kurt.

"Are you ready?" Sebastian asks, his voice shuddering but much more confident than before.

"Yes." Kurt tries to match the confidence in Sebastian's voice, not wanting to ruin it all by revealing just how terrified he actually is.

Not about being with Sebastian. He loves Sebastian. He wants Sebastian. And he knows that he will remember this night for the rest of his life.

But afterwards, everything is going to change.

Their relationship…even themselves.

Kurt fears change as much as he desires it. He holds on to this trepidation, savors the weight of it – the time between moments when change begins.

Sebastian leans over Kurt with a small smile and a reassuring kiss.

"It's okay. I'm a little scared, too," he divulges

Kurt nods against Sebastian's forehead, relaxed now that he knows he's not the only one.

Sebastian's eyes stay locked on Kurt's as he flips open the lid to the bottle of lube. Kurt wonders why this isn't more uncomfortable. He should be more self-conscious, but he's not. He's with Sebastian.

Sebastian who loves him.

Sebastian who fought Kurt's stubbornness to have a chance with him.

Sebastian who thinks he's beautiful.

Kurt feels the slicked, blunt head of Sebastian's cock pressing against his cheeks, pushing in cautiously, trying to find his entrance. Sebastian ducks his head, muttering apologies as he constantly misses. Kurt reaches between them and Sebastian watches as Kurt carefully wraps his fingers around Sebastian's length and shows him the way.

"Okay," Sebastian sighs, taking back control.

Sebastian moves so slowly that Kurt can't tell if anything at all is happening until in a blinding stab of heatstretchpain Sebastian breaches Kurt's entrance. Kurt can't repress his reaction, throwing his head back against the pillows with a hiss, squeezing his eyes tight and clenching his teeth.

"Oh God! Kurt!" Sebastian's voice sounds so absurdly panic-stricken that if Kurt could get his body to do anything else, he would laugh. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Let me just…"

Kurt feels Sebastian move back and his eyes fly open. He grabs Sebastian's arms, gripping harder than he intends.

"Don't you dare pull out!" Kurt hisses. "Just…just don't move. Okay?"

Sebastian nods, visibly apprehensive, but willing to take Kurt at his word.

Kurt breathes deeply through his nose, filling his lungs to bursting in an attempt to focus on anything but the pain, cursing silently at his body for ruining this for him. He trains his gaze on Sebastian's worried face, watching the strain of holding still crease his brow. Kurt continues to breathe until the burn fades to a minor discomfort, and he can get his legs to relax again, dropping open around Sebastian.

"Okay," Kurt says. "I'm good."

Sebastian moves again, inching forward into Kurt's tightness and heat, warring with himself for control as Kurt's body closes around him, moaning with the growing intensity of it.

Kurt groans and Sebastian stops, kissing Kurt languidly to give him something else to think about until Kurt murmurs against his lips and Sebastian keeps going.

Sebastian bottoms out completely with the most decadent sound of pleasure Kurt has ever heard.

"How was that?" Sebastian asks, reaching a shaking hand to brush the hair out of Kurt's face. "Not too terrible, I hope."

"No," Kurt says, turning his head to kiss Sebastian's palm as his hand lingers near his face. "Not terrible at all."

"How does it feel?"

Kurt smiles at Sebastian's curiosity.

"Full," he reveals. "So incredibly full…like I want to push you back out, but just so I can pull you back in again."

Sebastian grins, his gaze traveling down Kurt's body, his eyes shy and thoughtful.

"What about you?" Kurt asks, fidgeting with the sheet beneath his fingertips.

"Amazing." Sebastian's grin grows wide. "You're so hot…like an oven. It's almost unbearable. And tight, but perfectly tight…like you were made for me."

Kurt turns his head, laying his left cheek against the pillow so he can blush in private.

Made for him. Kurt's whole body ignites at the thought. Those words make it easy to believe everything Sebastian says about fate bringing them together. Maybe it is all true.

"Gorgeous?" Sebastian says quietly, drawing Kurt's attention back to his face. "Do you want me to move?"

"Yes." Kurt's eyes travel down to where Sebastian's fingers curl over his thighs. "Yes, please."

Sebastian pulls back, his hands trembling where they hold onto Kurt's legs. Kurt's eyes stare transfixed on Sebastian's face, watching his lip quiver with restraint, his brow furrowing in concentration, the beautifully tortured expression on his face. He pulls almost completely out then slides back in, quicker this time.

Kurt's body jumps beneath him as if hit by a bolt of electricity, and Sebastian stops again, not wanting to go too far too fast.

"N-no…don't stop," Kurt stammers. "Do that again."

Sebastian moves again, dragging back and pushing in harder, delighting when Kurt's reaction is the same, but with the addition of a shattered whimper.

"Yes, Sebastian," Kurt says, stars swirling into view before his eyes. He feels euphoric, light-headed. He wants that…hungers for it. "More…"

"More?" Sebastian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. The most incredible feeling, the most incredible experience in his life so far, and Kurt wants more of it.

"Please," Kurt whines, tugging at Sebastian's arms, trying to get him to do something…anything. "More."

Kurt is sore, but the intoxicating close proximity of Sebastian's body, the delicious slide of his cock in and out with every thrust, and that sensitive bundle of nerves that light up Kurt's body like a candle whenever Sebastian brushes against it more than make up for it.

Sebastian moves again, no more stops, no more pain, just balancing on the crest of a wave that carries them along together. Sebastian's fingers trail down Kurt's thighs, grabbing and kneading at his hips, giving him leverage to move deeper inside, and Kurt, restless and writhing, rises up to meet him, digging his heels into the mattress as he lifts his body. Soon, what started out as innocent love-making consumes them both. Kurt mutters curses under his breath with every flawless assault, every touch that crosses the boundary from tender to desperate. Sebastian bites his lip till it bleeds, digs his nails into Kurt's flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind. The sound of Kurt's foul mouth makes Sebastian drive into him harder, longing to go deeper. He grabs Kurt's legs and lifts his ass off the bed, hooking Kurt's knees over his bent arms.

The cavalcade of Kurt's cursing turns into a chant of Sebastian's name, which bleeds into a single sound. Sebastian watches Kurt's body go still as he absorbs his thrusts; his eyelids drift closed, lips quivering, moving around silent words. Beads of sweat start to form along Sebastian's hairline, rolling down his brow and along his cheeks.

Kurt's fingers crawl down his body, reaching for his forgotten erection. Sebastian wishes he can take care of that for him, but he's afraid of dropping Kurt. Once Kurt starts stroking himself, Sebastian is glad he didn't rush to the rescue. The image of Kurt's hand working over his own cock, his back arching, body balancing on his shoulders, is hotter than Sebastian's dirtiest wet dream.

"Oh God, Kurt," Sebastian mutters, eyes locked on Kurt's hand as it moves from base to head slowly, thumb running along the slit on top before starting the trip back down, twisting slightly. Sebastian can feel Kurt's whole body respond, thighs tightening around his hips, his ab muscles quivering with every pass. "Kurt…I don't think…I think I'm…"

Sebastian struggles, but no matter how he tries to word it, he can't come up with a coherent sentence.

"Good," Kurt groans with another swipe of his thumb. "Because I…"

The meaning is there, but the words are gone, stolen from Kurt's throat by the renewed vigor of Sebastian's hips slamming against his body. Sebastian fights to keep his eyes open, even when he wants to drop his head back to concentrate on the heat of Kurt's body around him. Instead, he watches Kurt fall apart, shuddering, hips failing to match Sebastian's pace, cumming in thick, white stripes over his stomach and chest. Only then does Sebastian let himself crumble, piece by piece fracturing away as his orgasm builds, surging through his body and out through his limbs, exploding inside him until he can't breathe, can't think, can hardly move. How he manages to ride out his orgasm without collapsing to the floor is incredible, but before too long he crashes back to earth, having presence of mind enough to lay Kurt back onto the bed, withdrawing from Kurt's body carefully, conscious of how he breathes quickly through his teeth, bracing against the sting.

They lay still, the sound of their combined breathing filling the otherwise quiet air, everything hot and humid around them. Sebastian uses what little energy he has to drag himself up onto the bed, helping his boyfriend up the rest of the way to the pillows, which seem to have migrated in different directions. Sebastian pulls the case off of the closest one and cleans Kurt up with it, turning it inside out to wipe himself down when he's done.

Their skin quickly cools as Sebastian cuddles against Kurt, lying behind him and enveloping Kurt in his embrace.

"So, what did you think?" Sebastian asks, cringing internally at the lameness of his own question, grateful that he's lying behind Kurt so he doesn't have to see his reaction. Kurt laughs; Sebastian can feel the movement of Kurt's shoulders against his lips as he leaves a trail of kisses along his back.

"Well," Kurt says, clearing his throat, "I thought it was pretty wonderful…but to be fair, I don't really have anything to compare it to."

Sebastian pinches Kurt under the arm, and Kurt laughs harder, squirming to break away. Sebastian holds him tighter.

"Well, what can we do about that?" Sebastian traces lazy patterns over Kurt's chest, enjoying the dance and play of Kurt's muscles when he finds a ticklish spot.

"How about a round two?" Kurt suggests, peering back at Sebastian over his shoulder with a devilish grin. "I mean, since now I have a frame of reference."

Sebastian rolls his eyes to the ceiling, mimicking mulling the idea over while Kurt turns in his arms, sliding every inch of his body against every inch of Sebastian's so Sebastian can feel just how much Kurt is already rising to the challenge.

"Sounds fair," Sebastian says with a smile, "as long as afterwards I get to fall asleep in your arms."

"Deal," Kurt whispers as he presses warm lips against Sebastian's skin.

"And you won't run off on me in the middle of the night?" Sebastian teases.

Kurt stops kissing Sebastian to meet his eyes with an earnest gaze.

"Babe," Kurt says, adoring the feel of Sebastian's body so close to his own, "I stopped running away from you a long time ago."