A Blind World Chpt. 7
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mindcrackloveHere we go with chapter 7, in which Zisteau and Kurt spend time together and Zisteau promises not to go too far
Zisteau approached the small house in which Kurt lived. He knocked hesitantly and awaited him to answer. A man he didn't recognize answered.
"Can I help you?" He asked, sounding irritated, before his mood suddenly changed. "Prince Zisteau! I'm so sorry. How can I help you?"
"I'm here for Kurt."
He gave Zisteau a smile before turning around. "Kurt!" He shouted, which was followed by a small yelp and a crash.
"If I may ask, what do you need him for?" The man ask politely.
"He's a friend, and were gonna hang out."
"Ah." The man replied as Kurt came to the door, his hair a mess and a blush on his face.
"You ready to go, Kurt?"
"Uh... yeah." Kurt replies, grabbing his red shoes and pulling them on.
Zisteau sends him a smile and awaits the man to close the door behind Kurt before saying anything.
"He seems nice." Zisteau says sarcastically.
"Yup, definitely nice." Kurt replies sarcastically.
Zisteau laughs, looking into Kurt's blue-red eyes, momentarily getting lost. He suddenly tripped and fell with a startled yelp as he hit the ground.
"Zisteau! Are you ok?" Kurt asks frantically.
Zisteau glances up from where he sat on the ground and laughed, causing relief to fill Kurt's eyes. "I'm fine. Your eyes are just so beautiful."
Kurt blushes, but holds out a hand to help Zisteau up. Zisteau grabs his hand and pulls himself up. He gives Kurt's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. They walk in silence for a while, just listening to the birds chirping and the people talking around them. They reached the castle shortly, and they were finally away from the town, but still around people, sadly enough.
"I've never been in the castle before." Kurt says, looking around in awe.
"It's nothing special." Zisteau replies jokingly.
Kurt sends him a goofy smile, wanting nothing more than to be closer to Zisteau. "Sure." He replies, drawing out the u.
Zisteau laughed and lead Kurt up a bunch of stairs. They reached their destination, a small part of the castle where the roof was flat. The view from up there was simply breathtaking. They could see the town and a mountain range in the distance.
"Wow." Kurt murmurs, looking around him in awe. "This view is amazing."
"It sure is." Zisteau replies, looking at Kurt, instead of the world around him.
Kurt blushes when he realizes that Zisteau was staring at him. He looks to Zisteau and takes a step forward, wanting to be closer. Zisteau smiles and places his hands on Kurt's hips, gently tugging him closer, bring them chest to chest.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Zisteau questions, staring into Kurt's blue-red eyes.
Kurt lets out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah... you have."
Zisteau leans in, letting his lips meet Kurt's. The kiss started slow and sweet, their lips moving together perfectly, both never, ever wanting to pull away. But, the kiss quickly deepened as fingers tangled in blonde hair, gently tugging, and Zisteau tugged Kurt's hips, wanting him impossibly close.
Kurt's back hit a wall gently, Zisteau pressing him against it lightly, almost afraid to hurt the other. Kurt gasped, breaking the kiss for mer seconds, but soon had his lips back on Zisteau's, hard and demanding, and oh so alluring. Zisteau matched the kiss eagerly, wanting nothing more than to have Kurt, to have all of him, to finally have the thing he loved the most with him forever.
Zisteau pulled away, trailing kisses down Kurt's neck and to the skin exposed on his collarbone. He unbuttoned Kurt's white button down shirt quickly, letting his hands roam Kurt's, surprisingly muscular, chest. He sucked a small bruise into his skin, which earned a short, low moan from Kurt.
"Z-Zisteau." Kurt says nervously around quick breaths.
Zisteau pulls back slightly, worried blue-green eyes trained on Kurt's face.
"I-I'm not.... ready for that yet..... Zisteau..." Kurt says, a deep blush reaching his ears.
Zisteau pulls back and takes a step back, taking in Kurt's flustered expression, almost like he wanted it, yet his brain was telling him otherwise. "I'm so sorry Kurt...."
"No, it-it's fine." Kurt replies, pulling Zisteau closer again. "I just.... I don't know if I'm ready for something so...." He trails off towards the end, unable to find the rights words.
"That's fine Kurt, I can wait, and I'm very sorry if I went too far." Zisteau says, brushing some hair out of Kurt's face. "Don't ever feel bad about backing out, I'm fine with waiting."
Kurt sends him a gentle smile, resting his hands on Zisteau's shoulders. "Thank you, Zisteau."
Zisteau caresses Kurt's cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. "I could wait forever and a day for you, as cheesy as that sounds, it's true."
That causes Kurt to blush again. "That is cheesy." He replies with a laugh.
Zisteau laughs to, unable to keep the smile off of his face. He so desperately wished it could always be like this. He wished Kurt could always be with him, but he knew he couldn't. So he had to treasure each and every moment they spent together.
"Come on, let's go see if lunch is ready." Zisteau says, finally stepping away from Kurt.
"More like dinner." Kurt replies snarkily, while buttoning up his shirt, trying to make himself look more composed.
Zisteau takes Kurt's hand and leads him back down some stairs. Once they reach a certain point, Zisteau lets go of Kurt's hand. They reach the dinning hall, where two spots were set up, and a bottle of scotch sat on the table. Zisteau pulled out Kurt's chair politely before sitting down in his own. Arkas brought over two plates, setting them down for the two before scampering away. Zisteau grabbed the bottle of scotch and filled two cups, handing one to Kurt, who accepted it hesitantly.
"Your allowed to drink?" Kurt asks.
"Yeah, only on special occasions though."
"I've never had anything to drink before."
"I think you'll like this, it's my personal favorite. Scotch."
Kurt takes a hesitant sip, then another. "Ah, this is very good."
Zisteau smiles. "Only the best for you."
After dinner was eaten and many more glasses of scotch were drunken, they were both more than tipsy. They managed to get back to Zisteau room and the door becoming shut before Zisteau lips were on Kurt's, hard and demanding, and full of passion. Kurt matched it quickly, running his hands over Zisteau's chest, pulling at his shirt, wanting the stupid piece of fabric out of the way.
The kiss broke for mer seconds as Zisteau pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. Zisteau fumbled with the buttons on Kurt's shirt, eventually able to get them undone. Kurt shrugs off the shirt, before pulling Zisteau ever closer, and tangling his fingers in Zisteau's long blonde hair. Zisteau ground against Kurt, causing a moan to escape the other.
Even with an alcohol latent mind, Zisteau had gone too far and his mind snapped back from its bliss filled state, and he pulled away, causing the, slightly drunk, Kurt to pout and pull at Zisteau's hand.
"Z-Zisteau?" Kurt slurred out, an adorable pout on his face.
"Kurt." Zisteau pants, out of breath. "You-you said you weren't ready...."
Kurt giggles, pulling on a belt loop on Zisteau's pants. "Why would I say that? I want you." He drifts closer to Zisteau. "I just want my boyfriend to pleasure me." He says, a very uncharacteristic playfulness to him, as he pokes Zisteau in the chest, and nuzzles their noses together.
"Uh.... K-Kurt..." Zisteau stuttered out, his drunken mind seeming almost sober, and unable to deny how much he wanted that, but he knew Kurt would regret it in the morning and be shameful of it.
"Zistykinz." Kurt says, pulling the other boy from his thoughts.
"I'm sorry Kurt.... but I'm not going to go any farther, as much as I want to, because I know you'll regret it in the morning."
Kurt pouted, but looked to have given in. "Fine, but that doesn't mean I can't kiss you."
Zisteau smiled, pulling the other boy closer again and kissing him. Just because he wouldn't go too far, didn't mean he couldn't test and tease that boundary, but he always made sure to never go beyond it.
Zisteau approached the small house in which Kurt lived. He knocked hesitantly and awaited him to answer. A man he didn't recognize answered.
"Can I help you?" He asked, sounding irritated, before his mood suddenly changed. "Prince Zisteau! I'm so sorry. How can I help you?"
"I'm here for Kurt."
He gave Zisteau a smile before turning around. "Kurt!" He shouted, which was followed by a small yelp and a crash.
"If I may ask, what do you need him for?" The man ask politely.
"He's a friend, and were gonna hang out."
"Ah." The man replied as Kurt came to the door, his hair a mess and a blush on his face.
"You ready to go, Kurt?"
"Uh... yeah." Kurt replies, grabbing his red shoes and pulling them on.
Zisteau sends him a smile and awaits the man to close the door behind Kurt before saying anything.
"He seems nice." Zisteau says sarcastically.
"Yup, definitely nice." Kurt replies sarcastically.
Zisteau laughs, looking into Kurt's blue-red eyes, momentarily getting lost. He suddenly tripped and fell with a startled yelp as he hit the ground.
"Zisteau! Are you ok?" Kurt asks frantically.
Zisteau glances up from where he sat on the ground and laughed, causing relief to fill Kurt's eyes. "I'm fine. Your eyes are just so beautiful."
Kurt blushes, but holds out a hand to help Zisteau up. Zisteau grabs his hand and pulls himself up. He gives Kurt's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. They walk in silence for a while, just listening to the birds chirping and the people talking around them. They reached the castle shortly, and they were finally away from the town, but still around people, sadly enough.
"I've never been in the castle before." Kurt says, looking around in awe.
"It's nothing special." Zisteau replies jokingly.
Kurt sends him a goofy smile, wanting nothing more than to be closer to Zisteau. "Sure." He replies, drawing out the u.
Zisteau laughed and lead Kurt up a bunch of stairs. They reached their destination, a small part of the castle where the roof was flat. The view from up there was simply breathtaking. They could see the town and a mountain range in the distance.
"Wow." Kurt murmurs, looking around him in awe. "This view is amazing."
"It sure is." Zisteau replies, looking at Kurt, instead of the world around him.
Kurt blushes when he realizes that Zisteau was staring at him. He looks to Zisteau and takes a step forward, wanting to be closer. Zisteau smiles and places his hands on Kurt's hips, gently tugging him closer, bring them chest to chest.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Zisteau questions, staring into Kurt's blue-red eyes.
Kurt lets out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah... you have."
Zisteau leans in, letting his lips meet Kurt's. The kiss started slow and sweet, their lips moving together perfectly, both never, ever wanting to pull away. But, the kiss quickly deepened as fingers tangled in blonde hair, gently tugging, and Zisteau tugged Kurt's hips, wanting him impossibly close.
Kurt's back hit a wall gently, Zisteau pressing him against it lightly, almost afraid to hurt the other. Kurt gasped, breaking the kiss for mer seconds, but soon had his lips back on Zisteau's, hard and demanding, and oh so alluring. Zisteau matched the kiss eagerly, wanting nothing more than to have Kurt, to have all of him, to finally have the thing he loved the most with him forever.
Zisteau pulled away, trailing kisses down Kurt's neck and to the skin exposed on his collarbone. He unbuttoned Kurt's white button down shirt quickly, letting his hands roam Kurt's, surprisingly muscular, chest. He sucked a small bruise into his skin, which earned a short, low moan from Kurt.
"Z-Zisteau." Kurt says nervously around quick breaths.
Zisteau pulls back slightly, worried blue-green eyes trained on Kurt's face.
"I-I'm not.... ready for that yet..... Zisteau..." Kurt says, a deep blush reaching his ears.
Zisteau pulls back and takes a step back, taking in Kurt's flustered expression, almost like he wanted it, yet his brain was telling him otherwise. "I'm so sorry Kurt...."
"No, it-it's fine." Kurt replies, pulling Zisteau closer again. "I just.... I don't know if I'm ready for something so...." He trails off towards the end, unable to find the rights words.
"That's fine Kurt, I can wait, and I'm very sorry if I went too far." Zisteau says, brushing some hair out of Kurt's face. "Don't ever feel bad about backing out, I'm fine with waiting."
Kurt sends him a gentle smile, resting his hands on Zisteau's shoulders. "Thank you, Zisteau."
Zisteau caresses Kurt's cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. "I could wait forever and a day for you, as cheesy as that sounds, it's true."
That causes Kurt to blush again. "That is cheesy." He replies with a laugh.
Zisteau laughs to, unable to keep the smile off of his face. He so desperately wished it could always be like this. He wished Kurt could always be with him, but he knew he couldn't. So he had to treasure each and every moment they spent together.
"Come on, let's go see if lunch is ready." Zisteau says, finally stepping away from Kurt.
"More like dinner." Kurt replies snarkily, while buttoning up his shirt, trying to make himself look more composed.
Zisteau takes Kurt's hand and leads him back down some stairs. Once they reach a certain point, Zisteau lets go of Kurt's hand. They reach the dinning hall, where two spots were set up, and a bottle of scotch sat on the table. Zisteau pulled out Kurt's chair politely before sitting down in his own. Arkas brought over two plates, setting them down for the two before scampering away. Zisteau grabbed the bottle of scotch and filled two cups, handing one to Kurt, who accepted it hesitantly.
"Your allowed to drink?" Kurt asks.
"Yeah, only on special occasions though."
"I've never had anything to drink before."
"I think you'll like this, it's my personal favorite. Scotch."
Kurt takes a hesitant sip, then another. "Ah, this is very good."
Zisteau smiles. "Only the best for you."
After dinner was eaten and many more glasses of scotch were drunken, they were both more than tipsy. They managed to get back to Zisteau room and the door becoming shut before Zisteau lips were on Kurt's, hard and demanding, and full of passion. Kurt matched it quickly, running his hands over Zisteau's chest, pulling at his shirt, wanting the stupid piece of fabric out of the way.
The kiss broke for mer seconds as Zisteau pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. Zisteau fumbled with the buttons on Kurt's shirt, eventually able to get them undone. Kurt shrugs off the shirt, before pulling Zisteau ever closer, and tangling his fingers in Zisteau's long blonde hair. Zisteau ground against Kurt, causing a moan to escape the other.
Even with an alcohol latent mind, Zisteau had gone too far and his mind snapped back from its bliss filled state, and he pulled away, causing the, slightly drunk, Kurt to pout and pull at Zisteau's hand.
"Z-Zisteau?" Kurt slurred out, an adorable pout on his face.
"Kurt." Zisteau pants, out of breath. "You-you said you weren't ready...."
Kurt giggles, pulling on a belt loop on Zisteau's pants. "Why would I say that? I want you." He drifts closer to Zisteau. "I just want my boyfriend to pleasure me." He says, a very uncharacteristic playfulness to him, as he pokes Zisteau in the chest, and nuzzles their noses together.
"Uh.... K-Kurt..." Zisteau stuttered out, his drunken mind seeming almost sober, and unable to deny how much he wanted that, but he knew Kurt would regret it in the morning and be shameful of it.
"Zistykinz." Kurt says, pulling the other boy from his thoughts.
"I'm sorry Kurt.... but I'm not going to go any farther, as much as I want to, because I know you'll regret it in the morning."
Kurt pouted, but looked to have given in. "Fine, but that doesn't mean I can't kiss you."
Zisteau smiled, pulling the other boy closer again and kissing him. Just because he wouldn't go too far, didn't mean he couldn't test and tease that boundary, but he always made sure to never go beyond it.
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