dustofstars | Post-Ep: Older Cutthroat Canyon

Post-Ep: Older Cutthroat Canyon

On the surface, Kurt has spent all of today disregarding everyone's concern and insistence that he stay in the hospital and take it easy. They've been separated for twenty-five years, but Kurt knows Jane's heart, he knows she wouldn't run unless it meant protecting her team. Getting to her, making sure she's safe, is all that matters to him. If he pops some stitches in the process, he'll fix that later. If he loses her, that can't be fixed, and he refuses to let that happen again.

That's not to say he isn't upset with her when they reunite, his fear bubbling up to the surface as he tells her what she did was reckless. But then she asks what he would have done and he can't lie, the truth of it softening him.

The same thing. He would have done the same thing.

He's turning to leave the room but stops himself, looking at her. "It's been a long day," he sighs, rubbing a hand lightly at his neck. "Let me take you home."

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"Jane, I wouldn't do that to you," he says firmly, reaching out now to cradle her cheek in his hand. "I mean what I say." He has a deep conviction and moral compass; when he decides on something, he doesn't back down. "I don't...know how this works yet. I haven't figured that out. But I know what I feel, what I want."

That reassurance is just what she needed. She smiles up at him, leaning up to steal a quick kiss. She doesn't know how this works either so she's not going to answer that, offer answers that she doesn't have. Instead, she says, "I don't either. But I do know we have a whole night to ourselves. If you're not tired yet." Playful, but also offering herself to him again if he wants to take her.

He probably should be tired, with everything that happened today, but he's wide awake right now, that nap having energized him, along with their lovemaking in the shower. "I could go all night," he smiles. That's not entirely true, but she'll understand the sentiment at least. Kissing her deeply, Kurt shifts to be on top of her, straddling her. He stays close, though, his chest pressed to hers, generating body heat between them. He wastes no time exploring her skin again, though, kissing slowly and heatedly down her neck.

She moans easily for him, enjoying his lips back on her skin and those little marks she knows his beard is leaving all over her body. Her hands immediately start roaming determined to learn every single edge and curve of him. Her hips push lazily up into his starting a teasing friction between them.

He finds himself occasionally inspired to nip lightly at her skin, wondering if she'll enjoy how that feels, if the way his tongue immediately soothes the mark he leaves will feel good to her. They're learning each other, what the other likes, so he takes his time exploring, paying attention to what makes her moan the loudest, taking his cues from her body. His hand reaches down to her pelvis, wanting to touch her as he kisses her, eager to feel the heat of her again.

It helps that she's not quiet, could probably never be quiet. Everything is a new sensation to her and so what he's getting is her immediate and visceral reactions to every move he makes. With him on top of her he's in control and she finds she doesn't mind at all, trusting him with her body the way she trusts him with her life. Although that doesn't stop her from playfully grabbing his ass and giving it a firm squeeze as if she's laying claim to him in her own way.

"You know," she says, her voice even huskier now. "I bet there are all sorts of positions you could teach me."

Now that they've both established what they want and where they're going from here, it's like a weight off his shoulders, and Kurt smiles more freely, feeling playful and aroused and incredibly comfortable with her. His lips make their way to her breasts again, and before responding, he pauses to suck at one of her nipples, dragging his tongue across it before lifting his head, looking at her with a mischievous grin.

"I'll teach you anything you wanna know," he murmurs. She might not like every position they try, but that's the point - finding out what they like, together. There's something he is thinking of trying, but he's not sure if she'll comfortable, if she'll want this. So he shifts, reluctantly moving his body away from easy reach of her hands, but it's for a good reason. His lips move down to her hips and then her inner thighs, kissing his way close to her, to her outer folds. "Tell me if you don't want this..." He wants her to be completely open with him, to know she can refuse anything she doesn't like the feel of.

"I trust you." She nods her head, encouraging him. She already knows that if she told him no he'd stop; that's just the kind of man he is. He's too sweet to hurt her in any way. That's how they got into this in the first place, how safe and secure he makes her feel. That to her is sexier than any other thing he could do to her.

But she has an idea of what he's getting at and so she shifts underneath him, spreading her legs open and letting him see how slick and aroused she is for him. It's not the first time he's gotten her turned on, just the first time he's been able to see it for himself.

For a moment, he has to pause just to enjoy the sight before him, his thumb moving across her skin. There are tattoos there, they're everywhere, but he doesn't see that. He just sees her and her want for him. Tenderly, his lips kiss around her outer folds before he gently pries them apart. The first touch is exploratory, his tongue dragging through the slickness he can see and feel. Then he pulls back, licking his lips and smiling before plunging his tongue back in, much deeper and harder now, zeroing right in on the sensitive little bundle of nerves, knowing as he presses his tongue to her clit it will make her feel amazing.

She groans and one of her hands instinctively anchors to the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair. Not to stop him but because of how good that makes her feel. The way he's stimulating her clit and just the tease of his warm, wet tongue inside of her has to be one of the best things she's ever felt. "Oh, that's so good," she encourages, squirming above him. "Don't stop." Not that he was going to but she wants him to hear it.

He has every intention of not stopping until he can hear and feel her climax again. Knowing that everything he does to her intimately is completely new and foreign to her makes this all the more thrilling. He's incredibly attentive, moving to rest his hands on her thighs while his tongue moves in circles across her clit, plunging into her as deeply as he can before he pulls back a little, trying out different sensations to arouse her. Then, he pulls out entirely just to catch his breath, still smiling as he plunges into her again, this time adding two fingers to the mix, scraping a little with his fingernail against her clit as his tongue and mouth cover her.

Jane is just trying not to close her thighs on his head or make any other involuntary movement that might make this difficult. But it's hard to keep her body in place as she writhes underneath him with the sensations of him licking her, teasing her, probing inside her. It only takes a few more minutes of him doing all the right things in all the right places before she's gasping out his name trying to warn him that she's close. She isn't sure if he wants her to cum in his face and wants to give him the option to move away before she does, because this orgasm might be even harder than the last.

He wants to lick her up completely after she climaxes, but for now, he pulls back and lifts his head, keeping his fingers there against her clit to help nudge her over the edge, while his lips idly kiss her thighs. He lifts his head again, though, knowing she might not have much control over how her legs move, and he doesn't want to get bumped in the head by a rogue leg. He's smiling, though, watching her face intently, wanting to see what it does to her when she climaxes again.

Moving turns out to be a wise decision, because when the orgasm hits her she bucks, her hips lifting off the bed and her entire body squirming for a moment as she floods out around his fingers. Her face is an expression of pure pleasure, lips slightly parted but no sound coming out except a long moan of bliss. Every nerve in her body feels like it's humming in the best way and as that pleasurable ache of afterglow sets in she looks up at him and she's beaming.

He absolutely loves this, feeling flush and warm just from watching her, and he knows he's in deep. When he can watch her come apart and be completely enthralled without even thinking about or caring about his own needs, he knows what it means. He could make her climax like this all night and be perfectly content just doing that. Bending his head, he has to lick up some of her cum, craving the taste of her before he moves to trail his lips slowly back up her body, moving across her stomach and chest before kissing her lips.

She whimpers when he licks her, still sensitive from her orgasm and that just makes his tongue on her feel even better. She wonders absently if he likes the way she tastes before she returns his kiss. Letting it linger for a moment, slow and sensual, showing him how much she appreciates everything that he's doing to her.

But she knows that he's still not taken care of and so her hand wraps once again around that thick semi-hard shaft. There are so many things she could do here. She could return the favor, go down on him until he empties into her mouth. Or easily roll them over and slide down onto him, or get onto her knees and let him take her from behind. Her fingernails gently scrape the underside of his cock as she looks at him.

"What do you want me to do?"

There are so many things they could do, and he's thinking of a variety of different positions himself now, wanting to show her everything. But they talked about this; tonight won't be their only night together, they have many, many nights together to look forward to now. He doesn't have to rush to introduce her to every position imaginable. But the first thing he can think, the first thing he craves is her mouth.

"Your mouth - I wanna feel it," he breathes out, staring at her with dark, aroused eyes.

She's never seen him look at her that intensely before. But it's easy enough for her to hook a leg up over his hip and roll them over; he may be bigger but she's comfortable tossing around guys twice her size. Jane slinks down his body, taking him back in her hand for a moment before she experimentally eases her mouth down over his cock. She needs a second to get used to the size, to the way he tastes, and it's clear that she's unsure as her head slowly begins to move up and down on him. She only hopes she's doing it right.

Everything she's doing feels amazing, but he wants her to be comfortable, too. With her mouth around him, it's not like they can hold a conversation, but as good as he feels, he doesn't want her to do something she doesn't like. His nerves are tingling with pleasure and he's flushed, rocking his hips now and then as her mouth moves. And he murmurs, "That's good, that's so good. Is it...good for you?"

She has to adjust when his hips start moving. There's a moment when she almost chokes because he pushes up when she's not expecting it but she can adapt quickly. Once she's found his rhythm it gets much easier, and she doesn't stop to answer his question, just increases her pace and starts experimenting with the use of her tongue along his shaft. She likes it, but she wouldn't tell him if she didn't. She wants so badly to make him happy that she'd do anything for him, as he would for her.

He tries to keep his hips steady as she moves, not wanting to hurt her accidentally. And then he can feel the pleasure coiling tight along his nerves, knowing he's close. It's her tongue gliding along his shaft that makes everything better, and he groans loudly, letting her know without a doubt what this does to him. "Jane..." He sucks a deep breath in, telling her he's close, wanting her to know he's right there. And then he's climaxing, gasping sharply as he grips her hair; not painfully tight, just a touch to hold onto her, while his other hand grips the sheets.

She's sputtering a little, swallowing him down before she lifts her head up in need of catching her breath. It's several deep breaths into her lungs before she flops onto her back beside him. Reaching a hand up to say she's fine but she's going to take a second before she crawls back up there.

He hopes this was okay; it felt good to him - amazing, but he wonders if she liked that, if she enjoyed the taste of him. He doesn't tug at her, though, he just lays there catching his breath, shifting just enough to be able to run his fingers through her hair, but nothing else.

Finally once she has her strength back she rolls over again and crawls her way back up the bed so they're at eye level with one another. They both seem a little spent and like they're going to need a few minutes (probably more than a few given the physical exertion they already went through before all of this started). So Jane just rests her chin on his shoulder and after a moment drops a bad joke that's just the kind of thing he likes.

"You know you're bigger when I get to see it up close."

He smirks a little, assuming that's not a bad thing, just...fact. Running his fingers up and down her arm, he kisses her forehead tenderly. "That felt amazing," he tells her, shifting forward to kiss her lips.

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