Molloy hoists them up, and all Kurt can do is cling to him as he carries them across the room and pray he doesn’t drop them. Though of course he doesn’t drop them. They can feel his body through all the layers of clothing, they know for a fact he’s ripped, and he deposits them gently into his lap like they weigh nothing.
Kurt always assumed they would enjoy being picked up and manhandled. Another fantasy they figured would never actually see daylight. They had figured wrong, but assumed correctly. His hands on their body feel amazing, so strong and sure, and they know they would let him do anything he wanted to them.
“Is that right,” they breathe, not really a question, their arms tightening around his neck. Before he gets the chance to either lose his mind or ask them again, Kurt presses their whole body against his, legs spread wide over his strong thighs, leaving nothing hidden from him anymore, and kisses him.
It’s light and playful at first, a little bashful, as all first kisses go. But soon their impatience wins out, and they deepen the kiss with a hungry little noise, lips parting to let him inside.
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Kurt always assumed they would enjoy being picked up and manhandled. Another fantasy they figured would never actually see daylight. They had figured wrong, but assumed correctly. His hands on their body feel amazing, so strong and sure, and they know they would let him do anything he wanted to them.
“Is that right,” they breathe, not really a question, their arms tightening around his neck. Before he gets the chance to either lose his mind or ask them again, Kurt presses their whole body against his, legs spread wide over his strong thighs, leaving nothing hidden from him anymore, and kisses him.
It’s light and playful at first, a little bashful, as all first kisses go. But soon their impatience wins out, and they deepen the kiss with a hungry little noise, lips parting to let him inside.