They kissed slowly at first, testing, learning. Sam's lips were soft and uncertain against his, moving with careful hesitation like she was afraid of doing it wrong.
Kurt guided her gently, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her dark blue hair.
Sam sucked on his lower lip, tentative at first, then harder, more confident. She pulled back just enough to catch his upper lip between hers, and when Kurt's tongue slipped past her parted lips, she let out a breathy moan that vibrated against his mouth.
"Mmn~"
Kurt's hand drifted down from her hair to her chest, and the moment his palm pressed against the fabric of her blouse, his fingers sank into the generous softness beneath.
Sam gasped into the kiss, her body trembling slightly, and Kurt felt her heartbeat racing beneath his touch.
She then broke the kiss, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed as she reached down with shaky hands to unbuckle her skirt. The fabric loosened, slipped down her hips, and pooled at her feet, revealing smooth, pale thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever despite her petite frame.
Kurt pulled back, tugging his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, and Sam mirrored him, lifting her blouse up and over, her arms crossing briefly before the fabric came free.
She stood there in a matching set of blue underwear. He could see her bra straining to contain what it held, and when Kurt's eyes lingered, Sam fidgeted, her hands twitching at her sides.
"You're staring," she whispered.
"Can you blame me?" Kurt said, pulling off his undershirt to reveal the lean, chiseled muscle beneath. Tattoo looking scars he'd gotten thanks to his system, traced across his torso, and when he pushed his trousers down, the bulge straining against his boxers was unmistakable.
Sam's eyes widened, her gaze dropping, and she held her breath for a moment.
Kurt stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and cupped her face in both hands. He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, and Sam melted into it with another soft moan escaping her lips.
"Ahh~"
His hand slid behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. One flick, and the fabric loosened. He pulled back just enough to watch as the straps slipped down her shoulders and the bra fell away entirely.
Her breasts bounced free, heavy and full, and Sam's hands flew up immediately to cover her nipples, her face burning red.
But Kurt caught her wrists gently. "Don't."
She hesitated, her teal eyes searching his face, and then slowly, so slowly, she lowered her hands. Her nipples were pink and hard, standing out against pale skin, and Kurt's gaze lingered for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her again.
He guided her backward, step by step, until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she fell onto the mattress with a soft gasp, her dark blue hair fanning out around her head in a way that made her look impossibly young and impossibly beautiful.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths coming quick and shallow, and she stared up at him with wide, nervous eyes.
Kurt knelt at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear.
He pulled them down slowly, revealing the slick wetness between her legs, and Sam's hands flew to cover herself instinctively.
"Kurt—" she started, but he caught her gaze and grinned.
"Trust me, love."
He spread her legs gently, his hands firm but careful, and leaned down to press a kiss against the inside of her thigh. Sam's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and Kurt kissed higher, his mouth trailing up toward the apex of her thighs while his eyes stayed locked on her face.
Her expression shifted with every kiss. Nervous anticipation, then surprise, then raw need as his lips hovered just above her slick folds.
Kurt flicked his tongue once against her clit, just a brief touch, and Sam's entire body jolted. "Ahh~!"
Her hands shot out, pressing against his shoulders like she wanted to push him away, but Kurt didn't stop. He spread her lips with his fingers and slid his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness, and Sam's back arched off the bed.
"Mmn~! Kurt—"
He pulled her hips closer, burying his face between her thighs, and her protests dissolved into breathless moans.
She tasted like salt, heat and desperation, and every sound she made, every tremble, every gasp, only spurred him on.
Sam didn't speak. She couldn't. All that escaped her lips were moans. Soft, high-pitched moans that were utterly unrestrained, and when Kurt sucked on her clit, her hands fisted in the sheets.
Thirty seconds. That's all it took before she came, her body convulsing as wetness flooded his mouth and coated his face.
Her hands flew to her chest, covering herself as she gasped for air, her face flushed bright red.
Kurt pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up at her. Her chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded and dazed, and when Kurt lowered his head between her legs again, her eyes shot wide open.
"Wait—!"
He didn't wait.
His tongue found her clit again, circling it slowly, and Sam's hands scrambled for something to hold onto. She gripped the sheets, then his hair, then the sheets again, her body stiffening as another wave of pleasure built rapidly.
"Ahh~! Kurt, I—mmn~!"
She came again, harder this time, her thighs trembling violently as her back arched and her voice broke into a strangled cry.
When Kurt finally pulled back, Sam collapsed against the bed, breathing hard, her entire body flushed pink.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice shaking. She looked at him with those wide, innocent eyes, her lips parted and swollen. "It's... it's too much."
Kurt climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, and Sam's gaze dropped immediately to the massive bulge straining against his boxers. Her eyes widened further, and she swallowed hard.
Slowly, trembling, she reached out and hooked her fingers into the waistband, then she pulled them down carefully, and Kurt's length sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening.
Sam stared, her mouth opening slightly in shock. She'd seen cocks before, living in a whorehouse made that inevitable. But nothing like this. Nothing this big.
Kurt's hand slid up to cup one of her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and Sam moaned again, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open to stare at the massive length hanging between his legs.
"Sam," Kurt said softly, his hand moving to cup her face. He tilted her chin up so she was looking at him instead of what hung between his legs. "You ready?"
Sam's lips parted, her breathing shallow, and after a long moment, she nodded.
"Yes," she whispered.
Kurt leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "Then let's take it slow."
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