Lips curving against his skin are truly a foreign sensation. He's unsure of how to react at first, ends up slowly coming to terms by relaxing, reassured by the security of Ignacio's hold.
"I need—" you to stop is what he'd been set on, but he can't bring himself to say it, mind too muddled for such sensible thoughts. His grip briefly clenches harder, the breath catching in his lungs, muscles flexing beneath the older man's mouth with the effort it takes for him to breathe out then inhale again.
What escapes him afterward can barely pass as a pathetic whimper; he shifts in his spot, loosens the grasp of one hand to lower it and dip between his thighs, using his wrist for a brief moment of hedonistic pleasure. It's not an all that subtle motion though, the way he eventually lets go, hips rolling against his arm in a desperate attempt for some friction.
Kurt can't even bring himself to care if he's being judged. Everything (masturbation aside) is totally new to him, and hey-- Rosie had told him to loosen up earlier that night.
yeah this isn't sfw anymore wiggles eyebrows
"I need—" you to stop is what he'd been set on, but he can't bring himself to say it, mind too muddled for such sensible thoughts. His grip briefly clenches harder, the breath catching in his lungs, muscles flexing beneath the older man's mouth with the effort it takes for him to breathe out then inhale again.
What escapes him afterward can barely pass as a pathetic whimper; he shifts in his spot, loosens the grasp of one hand to lower it and dip between his thighs, using his wrist for a brief moment of hedonistic pleasure. It's not an all that subtle motion though, the way he eventually lets go, hips rolling against his arm in a desperate attempt for some friction.
Kurt can't even bring himself to care if he's being judged. Everything (masturbation aside) is totally new to him, and hey-- Rosie had told him to loosen up earlier that night.