Seven Deadly Sins

Fingers dug into his hips, pushing Todd back across his room toward the bed. Todd seized handfuls of the other boy’s fur in an attempt regain control of the situation. He twisted skin, trying to swing Kurt onto the bed first so he could pin him. Kurt snarled in pain, caught Todd’s wrists and did not so much shove as fall on top of him onto the bed, going dead weight. Frantically Todd tried to squirm from under him, but Kurt’s eyes were almost glowing in the dark and he still held onto Todd’s wrists.



Kurt must’ve seen panic and cared or something, because his lips brushed gently over Todd’s jaw. He kissed him again softly, fur tickling Todd’s face and throat until the boy wasn’t sure if he wanted to beg or laugh. His body was responding to being pinned and a hot breath against his throat sent him to shuddering. No, he couldn‘t like this. He couldn’t let Kurt know he liked this.



Todd gathered his legs up to kick Kurt off and was startled when Kurt anticipated the move, catching him under the knees and flipping him over on his stomach - a crude echo of their first time. Kurt put his weight on the small of Todd’s back, well out of kicking range and pinned his shoulders to the mattress. “Your turn,” Wagner almost hissed into his ear. Todd squirmed, for different reasons now, as a hand went between him and the mattress and undid his jeans. Kurt pushed them down as far as he could with one hand, not letting up on Todd’s back.



There were several ways he could end this now, Todd reflected. He could curse and refuse to cooperate and try to kick him until Kurt left. He could threaten, he could yell, he could cry. Tears would make Kurt back off immediately, make him gather his clothes while stammering apologies and then leave. Todd laid still on his stomach and weighed his options against the aching hardness between his legs. After a moment, he bit his lip and webbed fingers pushed his pants further down. He kicked them off the rest of the way, hearing them slide to the floor in a heap.



A hand touched his side gently, causing Todd to jolt in surprise. It went underneath his belly again, touching him, and Todd couldn’t suppress a moan. His hips moved forward, trying to encourage Kurt, and the other boy’s fingers wrapped around him. He felt something brush against his ass and stiffened. Todd whimpered as he was probed and tried to steel himself for the friction of what was probably going to amount to being finger-fucked by a rug.



He panted and turned his face to the other side, fretfully. Kurt made a considering noise. Todd felt his hand lifted and pulled back, fingers separated and Kurt took two of them into his mouth, sucking on them. The command could not have been clearer than if Kurt had articulated it. Needlessly, he pressed Todd’s slick fingers against his entrance, causing the boy to squirm again.



“A’ight, I get it, I get it,” Todd panted, face flushed with humiliation and something else. He worked his own fingers in until Kurt tugged lightly at his wrist. One hand on Todd’s hip and the other still gripping his erection, which hadn‘t flagged at all, Kurt moved back to position himself. Todd didn’t kick him, and truthfully couldn’t bring himself to because that would end this quicker than he wanted it to end. God, he was fucked up, but he wanted it - he wanted Kurt to be the one to do this to him and this was not normal and it was not supposed to mean anything - but it did.



Todd pressed back as Kurt slid inside him and it hurt every bit as much as he feared it would. Todd’s legs were trembling before Kurt even pulled out to move his hips forward again. The pain danced all the way up his spine, but his own hips moved with a dance of their own, pumping desperately into Kurt’s fist - which was not moving. He must have made some sort of frustrated noise at Kurt’s lack of finesse, because Kurt’s thumb brushed over the tip of Todd’s erection and he squealed, reaching back blindly with one arm to grip at Kurt’s arm or leg or anything he could reach to just hold on.



He wanted this, oh fuck, he wanted it - more, more - and it wasn’t enough, dammit, please just touch there, harder, harder, make it hurt -



Kurt stopped Todd’s arm, but his fangs found Todd’s shoulder and the smaller boy screamed, almost thrashing underneath him - but not to get away. He doubled over underneath Kurt, attempting to rub himself against the coverlet if the damn elf wasn’t going to do anything other than that stupid thing with his thumb, and Kurt took it as encouragement to go faster.



Todd writhed and squealed again as Kurt hit a spot inside him and he strained to move in a position that might catch it again. Kurt’s hand wasn’t even trying to match rhythm with his thrusts, but the new angle his hips were tilted more than made up for it. Todd lost himself and held himself up by the elbows, shuddering and panting, while Kurt kept at it. He grit his teeth and held his hips up, forcing himself not to go limp as Kurt trembled to completion. Kurt gave him one last gentle bite and wrapped his arms around Todd’s waist. He pulled back, licked his lips and leaned in to Todd again.



Having some trouble regulating his breathing, Todd felt Kurt’s lips touch his neck and turned toward him, hiding his face in Kurt’s shoulder. Post-sex cuddling had never appealed to Todd, and he didn’t know if that held true for Kurt either. Kurt didn’t pull away, even when Todd raised his face and kissed him, actually meaning something with it this time though he didn’t have a clue as to what exactly. His heart was hammering hard enough to almost hurt as he searched Kurt’s face. After what seemed like forever, Kurt looked down at him and swallowed.



“Are . . . Are you alright?” he asked. Todd blinked, confused.



Of course he was alright. It had hurt and it had been humiliating and for a moment, he had belonged to someone - to Kurt. Todd had been his. It was fucked up, but he was okay with that, really, so long as he could have more.



What a stupid question.



Then the fog around Todd’s brain seemed to clear up. Enough for him to realize that it hadn’t meant a thing besides a fantastically good fuck to Kurt. Todd tried to breathe and discovered that he couldn’t quite manage it. Feeling stupid, he started to pull away from Kurt, only to feel the elf stiffen and then mutter to himself in a panic.



“It’s almost eleven, Logan is going to kill me dead. I have to go.”



Kurt pushed Todd back by the shoulders and kissed him quickly - a half-assed apology, or something else, Todd’s mind buzzed the question.



And then he was gone, leaving smoke in a dark room and a heart trying desperately to close up its bent folds once again.