Wanna Be Startin Somethin- Glee Cast.
Including Chris Colfer hip thrusting and Darren Criss crotch grabbing.
“Ohh~” he moaned as Darren pressed his body to his. Chris tilted his head and gave Darren better access to his neck, his fingers clutching tightly at Darren’s ribcage and holding on so tightly he feared he might actually leave bruises. Chris was practically sobbing when he was finally released from the confines of his jeans, his breath coming out in soft pants as he wiggled his hips and got himself free. Sighing softly, Chris held Darren closer, moaning obscenely at the feeling of his mouth on his ear. “Darren, please…” His eyes opened to half-mass, hooded and blown black with lust. The sight of Darren licking his palm like that made him tremble, mouth falling open when Darren moaned.
He wanted to swallow that sound down, mouth opening and closing a little before he bit his lip. His eyes followed Darren’s hand while it made its way down their bodies, Chris shivering a little with anticipation. The second Darren made contact, his hips jerked forward and his head fell back, his expression falling apart into one of utter bliss. A low, guttural moan fell from his lips, sliding closer across the bed to press as close to Darren as he could manage. The slowness of Darren’s movements were unbearable, and Chris whimpered as his hips stuttered forward into Darren’s fist.
Their lips touched, and Chris lifted one of his hands to cradle Darren’s jaw, his lips parting wide to kiss him hard and dirty like he had in the entrance hall of the apartment. His hips jerked harder against his boyfriend. He whimpered into Darren’s mouth with need, pulling away though their lips still brushed as he spoke to Darren desperately. “Darren, Darren, please, Darren, touch me, please… I need more, more, fuck, shit, you’re so good with your hands…”
Darren swallowed Chris’s moans with his mouth, his jaw loosening and his tongue pressing insistently against Chris’s as he kept his hand moving at a slow pace. Because yeah, he could be a bit of a tease from time to time, and right now, the noises coming out of Chris’s throat were so worth it. His teeth nipped at his bottom lip lightly before he sucked it entirely into his mouth, his tongue working over the places he had bitten on before he dragged back and let it bounce back into place with a small slurp, his body rocking up into Chris’s slightly to move with his hand.
“You need more?” he questioned, his voice low and rough, half from being turned on and half from being really freaking tired. Jet lag was finally catching up with him, it seemed, and usually he’d be asleep right now. But this was so much more important. So, with a smirk, Darren moved his hand a little faster, his thumb swiping over the top to spread the pre-come around the head of Chris’s cock. He moved his hand up completely, thrusting up and down against Chris, his mouth moving slowly back towards Chris’s ear.
His leg moved to hitch around Chris’s waist, and Darren used the angle to his advantage and ground his hips up against his hand, giving Chris the friction he hoped he needed. “C’mon,” he urged, his voice a bit breathy as he sucked Chris’s earlobe into his mouth. “Come. Come for me, Chris. Please.” He worked his hand faster, his rhythm now a bit uneven and staggered as his body pressed up to give Chris an extra oomph, hoping it would bring his boyfriend over the edge.
Chris knew Darren was going to come, and come hard. All of the signs were there. He let Darren thrust up into his mouth, keeping his jaw and throat relaxed so he could take him all the way. At some point, he found one of his hands slipping under Darren’s ass, grazing against the crack in his ass, though he never actually allowed them to dip further. At the sound of Darren’s voice, Chris hummed softly and began to with drew, sucking hard as he did so. Literally seconds after the warning, Darren came hard into his mouth, and Chris almost had trouble catching it all. He pulled off of Darren’s cock and swallowed, licking up the rest of the semen that he’d missed. Really, his boyfriend tasted delicious. He moaned softly as he licked any remaining come off his lips.
He was still achingly hard in his pants and was going to discreetly palm at himself until he came in his jeans, but Darren was suddenly beckoning him up to him. He knew the second he pressed into Darren’s side, his little problem was going to glaringly obvious. Even so, he didn’t resist. Chris crawled up the length of his body and sank down against Darren’s side, pressing close. “You’re gorgeous,” he muttered, pressing a palm against Darren’s chest and running his fingers through his chest hair. “I could do that all day.” He actually missed the feeling of fullness, the way Darren’s cock had been so heavy and warm against his tongue. Unconsciously, he arched his hips forward and gasped loudly at the friction it caused.
“Fuck,” he swore, reaching down between them to attempt to adjust the uncomfortable feeling of his pants. “Sorry…”
Darren didn’t do much other than just lay there, his arms sort of trying to grab lazily at Chris’s entire person. Normally, he was already kind of a cuddle whore. But post orgasm Darren was like, a fucking cuddle monster. And right now he needed to cling and snuggle and nuzzle and do all the things to Chris thank you very much. he sighed contently when Chris moved up and pressed against him, his head ducking down to settle just underneath Chris’s jaw line, his fingers moving to tickle lightly at his side before his arms wrapped around his waist completely. “Mm, don’t make promises you can’t keep love,” he teased at Chris’s offer, his head craning up to press a light kiss near his chin.
And then he felt Chris’s boner. And it was like a switch flipped in him immediately. “Sorry?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising a bit as he pushed his body against Chris’s cock, his smile settling into something more mischievous than anything. Without another word, he turned on his side completely and brought Chris against his chest, his head moving to kiss lightly at his neck as his fingers worked through the button of his jeans. After a moment or two of struggling - post orgasm Darren didn’t have the best motor skills - he managed to tug them down to at least Chris’s knees, his underwear following suit as his teeth nipped carefully at his earlobe.
He pulled away a bit, only slightly, and brought his hand to his mouth, his tongue licking wide stripes against the palm, his throat giving a small moan before he let his hand drop down to Chris’s cock. Carefully, his fingers wrapped around the base, and with a small squeeze, Darren began to pump him slowly, his movements slow and dragged out and teasing with intention. His free hand moved to wrap around his waist, his fingers splaying out against the small of his back in an effort to push him closer, his lips travelling back across Chris’s face to catch his mouth in a kiss.
it’s a chris and his kat kind of nihgt.
do you wnana come over? you can come over. please dont cry.
Oh my gosh you’re drunk. And it’s cute.
I’m not crying, shh, I’m fine. Do you want me to come over?
Pleased with the reaction he’d received, Chris wrapped his hand around the base of Darren’s cock and squeezed gently while his head bobbed up and down. A quiet little hum of contentment rose out of his throat, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t enjoy going down on guys like this - specifically, this guy. Darren’s cock tasted so good and heavy and warm against his tongue that it was driving Chris absolutely mad. Slowly, Chris withdrew from Darren’s cock with a dirty little pop, but only so he could lift his hand and drag his tongue across it, wetting it with his own saliva before he began to jerk Darren off once more. His lips soon followed, wrapping around his shaft while his tongue swirled lazily around the head.
Darren thrusted up, catching Chris off guard, and he gagged slightly, eyes watering. But his eyes met Darren’s, he raised an eyebrow before removing his hand, holding Darren down, and widening his jaw as much as he could so he could go all the way down completely. Once Darren’s cock had grazed the back of his throat, he swallowed purposefully, moaning around his mouthful of dick. Once more, Chris bobbed up and down, his mouth working Darren over as thoroughly as he could possibly manage. His tongue slipped up and down his shaft, his teeth eventually joining in with his ministrations.
It was getting to be too much for Chris to bear, and he quickly reached a hand down to palm at the bulge in his jeans. He moaned loudly, adjusting his lips around Darren before beginning to move faster, with more purpose. His eyes lifted again, meeting Darren’s.
When Chris made a noise - a noise that didn’t sound good like, at all mind you - Darren stilled immediately. He didn’t want to push him, didn’t want to make it seem like he was going for too much too soon. So, his hips stopped their movements, Darren’s eyes going wide as his fingers combed through his hair gently, his teeth worrying his lower lip as Chris’s gaze caught his own.
And then. Shit. Like, holy shit. Like holy fucking shit oh my god Chris Colfer where did you learn how to do that. Darren blanked, completely and totally, his mouth falling open on an oddly quiet whine as his head rolled back, his eyes closing completely as he just relished the feeling of Chris everywhere. His mind was still caught on the image of Chris licking his hand - licking his hand what the fuck - and with the way Chris was working him over right now, Darren honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to last longer than like, three minutes.
“Shit, shit shit fuck shit Chris holy fuck oh my god,” he babbled, his hands gripping tighter at his hair as his hips ever so slightly pushed up into his mouth, his throat letting out a positively pornographic moan at the sensation. “Not gonna last,” he managed out, his voice broken and breathy as he pushed into Chris’s hand, his body arching and tensing and curling into the sensation before he was coming quietly, his body almost shaking as he did so.
With a huff, he collapsed completely, his hand falling from Chris’s hair to land somewhere on the bed, his chest rising and falling with heavy, staggered intakes of oxygen. “Holy fuck Chris,” Darren gasped, his hand flailing around a bit before he pulled at Chris’s shoulders, urging him to come back up and like, cuddle him for a minute or something.
you guys know what that maens right?
It means that you’re probably drinking right now, to be honest.
Artist: YG
Album: Radioplay Urban Express 886Y
YG - Toot It And Boot It
