Alis Volat Propriis

Only when the need for air became overwhelming, did they break apart. Even then, Kurt remained close enough to feel the heavy breath from Sebastian mix with his own. Though their kiss ended, their hands continued to explore; Seb's hands ran along Kurt's lower back and occasionally kneading his ass. Kurt's hands found their way up the back of the other boy's shirt and were tracing the rippling hips were flush together, moving almost minutely. Sebastian gave a sudden generous squeeze that pulled a groan from the young Alpha and caused his hips to thrust forward. The unexpected sound of a throat clearing right next to them broke their lustful haze.

"Not that I don't enjoy public gay-boy sex as much as the next lesbian, but I'm pretty sure that's one performance you don't want the entire bar to see," Santana smirked.

Kurt cleared his throat, taking a slight step away from Sebastian when he realized how hot and heavy they were getting. A quick glance around confirmed that Santana was not the only one who had witnessed the two of them; one grinning guy from across the room even raised his glass to them. Sebastian chuckled.

"C'mon Princess, it was just a little PDA, no need to get shy now."

The glare Kurt shot him only increased his laughter.

"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist," Santana stepped in. "Look, Puck told me to give you these," she said, holding out a pair of car keys to Kurt, "We're gonna catch a ride back with Niff and Kelly. Take the car and continue your gay baby-making elsewhere." Despite the crudeness of her words, the gentle smile on her face told Kurt that she was happy to see the two of them together. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the crowd. As he watched her go, Kurt felt a warm body press up against his back.

"Well, you heard the lady," a husky voice breathed into his ear, "let's go continue this elsewhere." Sebastian punctuated his words by running his hands up the front of Kurt's thighs, grazing lightly across the bulge pressed against the his zipper.

In the blink of an eye, Kurt had Sebastian's wrist firmly in his grip and all but dragged him towards the front doors. The last thing they heard as they exited the bar, was a wolf-whistle that sounded suspiciously like Puck.

Neither boy was able to recall the walk/ jog to the car or the drive home, just that by the time they made it back to Kurt's house the tension was so thick between them it could have been cut with a butter knife. Only when he was parking in the driveway and didn't see another car other than his Navigator, did Kurt remember his father. With fingers crossed that the man wasn't home, he led Sebastian into the house. Once inside, they paused by the front door to take off their shoes and shed their jackets.

"Dad?" Kurt called.

Getting no response, he decided to check the kitchen to be sure. On the counter next to his previous note, Burt left another stating he had decided to take Carol out for a romantic night in Columbus and wouldn't be back until late the next afternoon. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to tell Sebastian, only to find the boy leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. That infamous smirk graced his face and his emerald eyes were blazing. Just the sight of him there almost took Kurt's breathe away. They stayed like that, looking at one another, before Sebastian pushed off from where he was reclined. In that moment, with Sebastian slowly advancing in on him, Kurt had the odd feeling of understanding what prey must feel like. Everything about the deliberate way the boy moved, the way his green gaze pinned Kurt where he stood, screamed predator and only sent more blood below Kurt's belt.

"Is he going to be gone all night?" Sebastian asked as he pulled Kurt to his body.

"Mhmm," Kurt hummed. Sebastian began licking and sucking along his neck, distracting from a proper response.

"Well then... lead the way."

The young Alpha didn't need to be told twice, quickly heading towards the door to his basement bedroom.

Once they safely made it down the stairs, Seb immediately brought Kurt into a passionate kiss. Their tongues slid against one another while hands groped all over. Sebastian's re-found their favorite spot; right on Kurt's ass. Just as before, Kurt's hips thrust when he squeezed the tight globes. Their hips humped as the kiss became less finessed. Only when the back of his knees hit the foot of his bed did Kurt realize they had still been moving. Sebastian pulled away, a hand moving to Kurt's chest, and pushed him down onto his back. He pulled off his shirt before climbing onto Kurt's lap and rejoining their lips. Something he hadn't thought of, however, was that Alphas don't like being under anyone.

The wolf in Kurt surged to the surface. With a growl, he flipped their position. Sebastian gasped as the room spun around him until he was the one spread out on the bed. Kurt tore off his own shirt and quickly shed his belt and leather pants. Once he was down to a pair of skin-tight black boxer briefs, he leaned over, grasped Sebastian's pants by the ankles, and pulled them (and subsequently his boxers) off in a single swift motion.

Seeing Kurt standing before him, clad only in the sexiest pair of briefs that did nothing to hide a very impressive length, made Sebastian let out a loud moan. With a wink, Kurt hooked his thumbs in the waistband, and rid himself of that last article of clothing.

Sebastian had seen Kurt naked many times, just as Kurt had seen him; being part of the same pack of werewolves nudity is unavoidable. This, was quit different. Never had Sebastian been able to really look and take in the beauty that was Kurt Hummel in the nude. Strong, built arms connected to broad, muscular shoulders. His pec muscles were defined but not overly so, and held two dusty pink nipples. Under that was a set of drool-worthy abs which tapered into a thin waist. All that lean muscle was covered in flawless pale skin. Sebastian's mouth watered as his eyes then followed the cut "V" of Kurt's "Adonis lines" that directed his sight straight to the holy grail, aka: the most gorgeous cock Sebastian Smythe had ever seen.

While he prided himself on being above average in the anatomical department, Sebastian had to admit that Kurt had at least an inch and a half to two inches on him in length, and a little bit in width. It was flushed a beautiful dark pink and curved magnificently up just passed his belly button. The thick vein along the shaft stood out as it led up to a swollen, almost purple head. He watched as a tiny bead of fluid seeped from the tip and his tongue ached to lap it up. When Sebastian was finally able to tear his gaze away from Kurt's cock, he found the boy staring directly at him.

Kurt always knew Sebastian was hot; a blind person with mittens on would be able to tell that. Seeing him spread out, naked on on his bed, however, was one of the hottest images the Alpha had ever laid eyes on. Sebastian's body looked like it was cut from stone. Each of his muscles were ripped and stood out more than Kurt's own. Kurt couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked upon Sebastian's long, hard length that rested upon his clearly defined abs. His attention lingered there a moment longer, before returning to the boy's face. They both froze when their eyes locked, each realizing that this was a changing point. No matter what they did or how far they went that night, this was not a quick hook-up or one time deal. For Sebastian, that thought suddenly terrified him. Was he ready for a mate, to be with one person for the rest of his life? Was he ready for that person to be Kurt? And most importantly, was he ready or even able to be an Alpha and run a pack with him?

Kurt could see the emotions play over Sebastian's face; lust turned to realization, then deliberation and hesitation, before morphing into a slight look of fear. He understood that mating between two average werewolves is intense, and it multiplied ten fold when one of them was an Alpha. As much as his wolf screamed to take Sebastian, Kurt's head won out.

"Hey," he said gently, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting until Sebastian returned his gaze before continuing.

"I can see in your face that you are just now realizing what mating with me comes with; it's not like every other mating. With me also comes a position of great responsibility, and I can tell you aren't completely sure about that. I'm not going to mate you tonight."

Sebastian tried to interrupt him, but Kurt forged ahead, ignoring the fact that they were both naked with raging hard-ons.

"That doesn't mean we can't do anything, but Seb look, I don't want you to do anything you are going to regret and I want you to be a hundred percent sure that you can handle everything that comes with being my mate." He urged the boy to sit so he could look directly into his eyes, willing Sebastian to see the sincerity in what he was saying.

"I want you. God knows why, but I want you as my mate," he chuckled, "and I am willing to wait for you. I told you earlier I wanted to court you, and honestly, mating with you right now would be a little too fast anyway. When you're ready and completely sure, then I will claim you. Until then, let's just take some time to get to know each other, past the constant arguing we've been accustomed to."

Kurt held his breathe as Sebastian seemed to be thinking over what he'd said.

"Ok," the other boy finally responded.

"..Ok?"

"Yeah, 'ok'. I agree that mating right now might be a bit on the 'too soon' side, and I think I should take some time to really understand what exactly I'm getting myself into here."

Kurt snorted and gave him a playful jab in the side.

"But," he continued, "here we are, both naked and still semi-hard. We can still have some fun..."

"Can we now? And what type of 'fun' did you have in mind?"

"Well," Sebastian said, crawling towards Kurt, "I really want to know what this gorgeous cock tastes like."

Kurt moaned when Sebastian reached out and gripped his renewing erection firmly.

"Ahh.. yes, yes that sounds good. Feel free to do that."

The boy slid off the edge of the bed and to is knees between Kurt's spread legs. Just the image of Sebastian on the floor in front of him had Kurt struggling to remain upright where he sat. Sebastian took his time kissing up the insides of both of Kurt's thighs while his hand continued to slowly stroke up and down. He nipped lightly at the crease where those long legs met his hips. Kurt let out a quiet hiss through his teeth at the sharp sting, followed by soothing laps of a tongue. Sebastian then moved to Kurt's balls. He pulled one, and then the other into his mouth, rolling them gently with is tongue. Kurt's head lulled as he let out a shaky exhale. After he deemed he'd given enough attention to Kurt's sack, Sebastian moved to take as much of Kurt's length as he could into his throat. He looked up just in time to see Kurt's mouth drop open in surprise at the sudden heat that engulfed him, letting out a strangled noise.

Sebastian began working his mouth up and down, using a hand to work the small amount of Kurt's shaft he couldn't fit into his throat.

"Oh fuck. Ahh, Seb, yes... ugh... so good, don't stop!" the boy babbled. Sweat was starting to break out on both of their bodies, adding a salty tinge to the already musky smell in the room. One of Kurt's hands moved to the back of Sebastian's head, not pushing him down or pulling him back, but more just because he needed something to hold feeling of Kurt gripping his hair cause Seb to let out a deep groan around Kurt's cock which made his hips thrust forward.

By now, Sebastian was pretty sure he might come, untouched, just from simply giving Kurt a blow-job. Trying to take his mind off his own straining need, he moved his other hand to caress Kurt's balls. He could tell the boy was just on the verge by the way his babbling had turned into incoherent moans and his breathing was now quick pants; he just needed a little push over the edge. Taking a deep inhale on the next slid back, Sebastian then went and swallowed all of Kurt in a sudden motion. Kurt's orgasm surged through him. His head fell back and he let out a guttural roar.

Thick ropes of cum painted the inside of Sebastian's throat and mouth. He swallowed as much as he could before pulling back, using his hand to stroke the Alpha through the aftershocks. Sebastian watched in awe at the way Kurt's abs clenched and his hips continued to twitch. A pink flush covered the boy's cheeks and extended down his chest. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he tried to regain control of his body. When he finally regained his breath, Kurt's eyes flew open, zeroing in on Sebastian. Before he could figure out what happened, Seb found himself up on his back in the middle of the bed, with Kurt on top of him, and a pair of lips ravaging his own. Kurt's tongue pushed into his mouth, licking hungrily at the taste of himself that he found there. The dirty kiss paired with the feeling of Kurt's body laid out, pressing him into the mattress, had Sebastian arching underneath him. Kurt sat back, pupils blown wide.

"What do you want?" he husked.

"Ugh, anything! Whatever you do, it won't take long; I'm about a second from cumming!" Sebastian grunted. Kurt moved forward to recapture his lips, while he snaked a hand down and started stroking Sebastian in earnest. It didn't take long at all before Sebastian was panting into Kurt's mouth, his hips driving up into Kurt's grip.

"Ahh, Kurt! Please..." he begged wantonly. Kurt leaned down until his lips brushed Sebastian's ear.

"Come for me Bas."

The thin string holding him together snapped and stars exploded. Waves of pleasure rushed through Sebastian's body, white noise surrounded him. He let out a long drawn out moan that sounded like Kurt's name.

And then, it all went black.

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Santana and Brittany singing

Kurt Singing

Six hours, fifteen minutes and ten outfits later, Kurt finally dubbed himself ready. After trying everything from layering, alla Bender in The Breakfast Club, to Jake Ryan of Sixteen Candles, he settled upon a “simpler is better” look. He wore a pair of tight leather pants and an even tighter black undershirt with the short sleeves rolled. He donned a pair of black combat boots tied only half way up as well as a long studded belt that wrapped twice around his waist and sat loosely on his hips. He once again styled his hair into the “sexy bed-head” do from the night before, putting in the last touch just as the doorbell rang. Grabbing his worn black leather jacket, that now spent most of its time buried in his closet, Kurt slipped on a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses and headed upstairs. 

Upon seeing him, Santana let out an appreciative whistle.

“Damn Hummel, you definitely need to wear more leather! If we both were on team straight, I’d roll over for you in a heartbeat!”

“Well thank you for that crude visual I definitely didn’t need,” he replied, trying to erase the last few minutes from his memory as he noted the Latina girl’s outfit; a hot pink bra under a tight black fishnet crop top and leather miniskirt with a pair of pointy hot pink stilettos. Her long hair was held back with a bandana tied on top of her head, emulating the one and only Madonna.

“You look very nice as well, Santana,” Kurt added as they made their way out to Puck and Brittany, who were waiting in the car for them. 

“Thanks, Porcelain.”

“Yo Hummel, looking pretty badass!”

“Thank you, Noah,” Kurt chuckled. As he had said before, Puck was dressed pretty much as he always was; black v-neck t-shirt with a red plaid flannel button-up over top. Kurt could see he also had a pair of black skinny-jeans that looked like they had ripped knees, but it was too hard to tell in the dark car. 

“Yeah, Dolphin, you look so good you’re making me horny!” Britt, who was sitting in backseat and dressed almost identical to Madonna’s famous white bustier and tulle skirt outfit, piped up. Santana gave a growl and all but climbed in on top of her, kissing the blonde passionately.

“Oi, ladies! Not that I don’t appreciate some chick on chick action, but save it for the club!” Puck said, looking at them through the rearview mirror. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly at his pack-mates as he ducked into the front passenger seat. 

The drive to Indigo was only about 20 minutes, however traffic slowed them down a bit. By 9:30 pm. they rolled into the parking lot, which Kurt was excited to see was pretty much full. 

One look at Britt and Santana, and the bouncer let whole group cut the line without so much as a glance at an ID. Inside, the strobe lights were flashing and the dance floor was packed with gyrating bodies. No one was singing at the moment so a Top 20’s song pumped through the speakers. Kurt and the girls followed Puck as he weaved through the crowd to a raised platform beside the dance floor, where the tables were situated. Puck led them to one on the edge, overlooking the mass of people, as well as the stage.  Kelly, Jeff, and Nick were there already, the boys sipping on some nameless, colorful drinks. Nick and Jeff were both dressed in versions of Michael Jackson’s iconic looks, which begged the question as to why they had those in their closets in the first place. 

Kelly was wearing a pair of shiny, high-waisted leggings that zipped up the front, paired with a white lace bustier top. She had the classic, big “80’s” hair and neon hoop earrings. 

Puck sat next to Jeff, while Britt and Santana immediately went to sign up for Karaoke. Kurt took the empty seat next to Kelly, who gave him a warm smile and passed a suspicious looking red drink. Although alcohol couldn’t get a werewolf “drunk,” no matter how much they drank, it still gave just a hint of a buzz; most used it just to relax a bit. While they didn’t get tipsy, there was still the taste and burn, which Kurt never found the appeal of. As if reading his mind, Kelly leaned over.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Bacardi and punch; no burn with this one,” she winked, before turning back to her own drink; a bottle of Jose Cuervo. Unlike Kurt, the red-head enjoyed the burning feel of hard liqueur, as well as the impressed looks she got whenever a human would walk by and see her take a straight swig from the bottle. She had once admitted in private that it made her feel normal; being able to feel the same burn humans felt, even if it didn’t have the same effect on her system. It was comments like that which caused Kurt to wonder if secretly she wanted to be human. 

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Kurt took a small sip of the drink, pleasantly surprised when it tasted almost exactly like fruit-punch. He continued to drink, while looking around the club. Like most of it’s kind, the place was dark, save for the strobe lights, with an underlying blue tint to it. The bar ran the entire length of one wall, and looked to be made of some sort of black metal or chrome. Bottle-lined shelves covered the back side to the ceiling. Three bartenders were moving around each other in a graceful dance, serving the swarm of people bellied up to the counter-side. 

Kurt’s eyes continued to wonder, taking in the couples doing more groping than dancing, and one group of giggling women on what looked to be a bachelorette party. Just as his gaze began wondering back, it froze on a single figure dancing among the rest. Sebastian.

The boy was dancing in between two guys, the three of them rubbing and grinding against each other. Kurt’s wolf roared; Sebastian Smythe was HIS! Around him, the pack shifted in anxiety, able to feel the anger rolling off their alpha. Kelly moved closer to him, gently touching his shoulder with one hand while reaching with the other to pluck the glass out of his hand, which he was dangerously close to crushing in his grip. Kurt struggled to reign in his wolf, taking a few deep breathes and rolling his shoulders before turning to look at the girl beside him. She glanced to where he had been glaring, before giving him a questioning look. They had a silent conversation before realization settled into Kelly’s eyes and she gave his hand an apologetic squeeze. He shot her a reassuring smile, just as he caught his name being said over the loud speaker. He looked around, surprised and more than a little confused.

“Come on Hummel,” Santana seemed to materialize beside him, Brittany right behind her, “You know you want to sing.” “What-but... I didn’t sign up for anything!”

“We might have signed you up. You looked like you needed an outlet lately,” the Latina admitted, not sounding apologetic in the least. 

“But what if I don’t know the song!” he exasperated as the duo grabbed him by the hands and pulled him towards the stage. He could have broken their hold or simply told them “no”, but a tiny voice in the back of his head reminded him that he really miss singing and could use a good distraction, especially  in light of the current situation. 

“Trust me, Porcelain, you do.”

With a final shove he stumbled up the stairs, reaching the mic just as the opening notes of Duran Duran’s Hungry Like the Wolf began to play. When he heard it, Kurt’s first reaction was to turn around and throttle Santana for picking such a terribly ironic song. She and Brittany had followed behind him, taking the back-up singer positions to his left. He threw her a death glare, which she responded with a signature smirk and wink.. Glancing out over the crowd, he caught sight of Sebastian, who was frozen in place between his dance partners, staring gobsmacked at Kurt. Then, Kurt realized that he could actually make this work. 

The alpha narrowed his gaze directly into Sebastian’s, whose eyes widened, and began to sing.

Dark in the city night is a wire 

Steam in the subway earth is afire 

( Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo )

Man you want me give me a sign 

And catch my breathing even closer behind 

( Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo )

Kurt watched as the other boy’s jaw dropped at the noticeable change in pronouns. He continued singing, looking straight at Sebastian. 

In touch with the ground 

I'm on the hunt I'm after you 

Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd. 

And I'm hungry like the wolf. 

Straddle the line in discord and rhyme 

I'm on the hunt I'm after you. 

Mouth is alive with juices like wine 

And I'm hungry like the wolf 

He growled through the lines of the chorus, satisfied when he saw Seb swallow thickly.

Stalked in the forest too close to hide 

I'll be upon you by the moonlight side 

( Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo )

High blood Drumming on your skin it's so tight 

You feel my heat I'm just a moment behind 

( Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo )

Sebastian shifted with arousal, trying to subtly adjust himself as he listened to the words. Kurt understood now why Santana had chosen this song. He sang it directly to the submissive, his alpha showing the way his gaze penetrated Sebastian’s, the way he held his body in such a way that mimicked a predator who caught sight of his prey. 

In touch with the ground 

I'm on the hunt I'm after you 

Scent and a sound. I'm lost and I'm found 

And I'm hungry like the wolf. 

Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme 

I howl and I whine I'm after you 

Mouth is alive all running inside 

And I'm hungry like the wolf. 

Hungry like the wolf 

Hungry like the wolf 

Hungry like the wolf 

Kurt saw Sebastian’s dance partners, who had continue to dance around him, move forward to recapture his attention. Seeing their hands touching Sebastian was the last straw. The alpha grabbed the mic from the stand and nimbly jumped from the stage. The crowd seemed to part as he stalked forward, radiating dominance and power, and never breaking eye contact with the other wolf.

Burning the ground I break from the crowd 

I'm on the hunt I'm after you 

I smell like I sound. I'm lost and I'm found 

And I'm hungry like the wolf 

Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme 

I'm on the hunt I'm after you 

By this time, he was right in front of Sebastian, staring him down. Upon his approach, the two nameless men seemed to realize Kurt was not someone to be trifled with, and had backed off into the mass of people around them, leaving Sebastian standing alone. Kurt lowered his voice in a deep, alpha tone as he sang the last line to the submissive.

Mouth is alive with juices like wine 

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Neither boy heard the crowd burst into applause as the song closed, nor noticed when Santana slipped by to take the mic from Kurt; they only saw each other. Seb opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced when Kurt’s hand shot out and gripped his chin. He tilted the boy’s head back, while stepping in close enough for their chests to touch. Kurt’s other hand grabbed Seb’s waist, pulling him tight against his body. The other boy went willingly, his hands gripping Kurt’s shirt. Kurt trailed his lips up the side of Seb’s neck, drawing a moan which turned into a whimper at the words Kurt whispered into his ear.

“You are mine! You want to grind that hot body against something it had better be me. I am tired of these games Sebastian; I intend to court you. Tell me now if you don’t want this and I will leave you alone.” He drew back to look into the boy’s green eyes. 

For all of his dominance, in that moment, Kurt felt uncharacteristically vulnerable, watching and waiting as Sebastian seem to think this over. Seb looked down at the hand on his hip, before looking back up at Kurt, his smirk set back on his face, though it seemed more warm than usual, even a little shy. 

“Think you can handle me Hummel?” he snarked, though Kurt caught a hint of insecurity  in his voice. He leaned forward and nipped at the boy’s neck, “Oh Seb...you have no idea” he said, before crushing his mouth on Sebastian’s in a passionate kiss.

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