With the second kiss, Kurt ran his fingers through James’s hair and held him tight. “Touch me,” Kurt whispered. He gasped as James moved down, hands roaming everywhere he could reach, teeth taking small bites here and there, marking him. Kurt’s hands flitted over his shoulders and down his chest. He tugged at James’s shirt until he leaned back and pulled it off.
James willed himself to slow down. His hands were shaking and his heart was pounding but he couldn’t get enough of the taste and feel of Kurt, the sudden certainty that the moment was finally right.
“Let me just—”
James stole the rest of his words with a kiss. He was demanding, dominating, pulling off Kurt’s shirt with one hand and grabbing the back of his head with the other, slanting his mouth into a bruising kiss until Kurt r
