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Kurt woke up when Chloe left for some early morning session at the recording studio. It was difficult leaving Joy alone in bed, but he thought she'd accept breakfast as an apology. He silently pulled on a pair of boxers and a shirt before he went to see what they had in the fridge. He had a pot of coffee made and was halfway through making strawberry waffles and trying to decide on what type of eggs to make when he thought he heard Joy waking up.

After making sure nothing would burn if he wandered away for a second, he poked his head back into the bedroom. "Joy?"

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She mmphed back, a tousle of blonde hair the only part of her visible over their bedspread. A moment later, she emerged, blinking sleepily at him. "Morning," she said, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Morning," he answered, smiling widely. "It's a little after eight." He moved into the room and kissed her quickly. "I'm making breakfast if that helps. Sleep well?"

She stretched, hooked an arm around his neck and kissed him back, deeper. "Yes," she said, when she let him go, and swung her legs out of bed. "How about you?"

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"It's hard to sleep bad after you had two beautiful women wear you out." He kissed her again, sliding a hand up her leg briefly before he pulled away. "I should check the waffles before they burn. Come out whenever you're ready."

"'Kay," Joy said, and blew him a kiss as he went out of the room.

About five minutes later she wandered into the kitchen, her hair still a tousled mess, wearing one of his white dress shirts and one of Chloe's loose, floaty skirts. "Mm," she said, inhaling deeply. "Smells good. Any eggs?"

"I was thinking of how to make them. Is sunny side up alright with you?" He couldn't stop smiling at her, but only Joy (and Chloe) could be beautiful and just rolled out of bed. He poured two cups of coffee and made one how she liked it before handing it to her. "The waffles are done now, if you want to start without them.

Joy sipped her coffee, then rolled her eyes heavenward, her expression orgasmic. "This is amazing, and you are amazing, and I swear to God, after I wake up I'm going to pin you to the bed and make you feel the way this coffee makes me feel." She winked at him, and swung herself into a seat. "Bring on the waffles."

"I can't wait for your reaction to the waffles." He kissed her lightly, reddening a bit, before he started getting the rest of breakfast ready. A plate of waffles was placed in front of Joy, with sliced strawberries and powdered sugar sprinkled on top, before he started making eggs for both of them and just bacon for himself. "And the guys at the firehouse wonder why I love to cook so much."

"Hopefully they don't reward your good behavior like Chloe and I do," Joy teased, before she started eating her waffles. Her moan of delight was nearly obscene, and Kurt blushed more.

"Good waffles?"

"Amazing," she purred, drawing out the vowel. "Absolutely amazing."

He could feel the blush creeping down the back of his neck, only made worse when she giggled. "I'm glad you like it so much."

"I like just about everything you do," Joy said, her voice suddenly a lot closer. He turned his head, saw her right behind him, and turned back to the pan, smiling when she kissed the back of his neck, before reaching around him to grab the coffee pot. "Seriously. But the cooking is a major perk."

He laughed softly. "Chloe basically trained me into it. I don't think I had too much choice. I don't mind, though." he shot her a grin over his shoulder. "The rewards are nice."

After a few more minutes, the rest of their breakfast was done. Kurt put Joy's eggs on a saucer and fixed his own plate before he sat down next to Joy. Their legs brushed under the table, deliberately on Kurt's part. "Enjoy everything, angel.' He kissed her on the cheek before he started to eat.

She arched an eyebrow at him, and ran her bare toes up his shin before she started in on her own eggs. "You're a love. When did you get started cooking, anyway?"

"When we were old enough to cook for ourselves, my mom said that breakfast was not her ob anymore. Cereal and poptarts got old pretty fast, so I learned some easy stuff."

He took a sip of coffee and took her free hand in his once he sat his cup down. "I was thinking, maybe for lunch we could get some food from a deli, go have a picnic in the Park. Chloe could join us if she gets done at the studio in time.'"

"Oh, that would be nice," Joy said. "I'll pack us a lunch. You want anything in particular?"

She squeezed his hand, and took a sip. "Did your mom teach you how to cook, or did you just learn? My dad taught me." She smiled, staring at the window. "Long afternoons in the kitchen. It was lovely."

"I learned, mostly. It was trial and error at first, but then I found some cookbooks. I can make a lot of breakfast food, and a few other things. Lucky for us, we have you for lunch." He shrugged, grinning. "Or you to make lunch. However you want to take that."

Joy grinned, and ate a slice of strawberry in the most lascivious manner possible. "I like this idea, having me for lunch. Maybe someday you and Chloe will walk in and I'll just be on the table." She picked up another strawberry slice and held it out to him. "Would you like that?"

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath. "An all-you-can-eat Joy buffet?" He lightly grabbed her wrist and sucked her fingertips into his mouth when he ate the offered fruit. "I think Chloe would beat me to be first in line."

"I'd like to see that fight." She slid her thumb along his lower lip. "You shouldn't underestimate yourself, you know. You can be quite, ah, forceful sometimes."

"Sometimes." He grinned and nipped lightly at her thumb. "Sometimes could be now, if you'd prefer sex over finishing breakfast."

Joy glanced at her half empty plate, undecided, and Kurt added on, "I can make more breakfast later."

"That is true..." Joy agreed. She started unbuttoning her shirt, and smiled back at Kurt when he grinned wider.

"Alright then." He kissed her gently at first, but it quickly turned deep and he took control of the kiss. He tangled his hands in her hair, careful not pull too hard, and nibbled and sucked at her bottom lip before he pulled back. "Strip and go wait in the bathroom for me. Turn the shower to how you want it."

Joy shivered happily, a smile spreading across her face. "I love it when you get demanding," she purred, and finished unbuttoning her shirt, then shrugged it off and draped it across the back of the chair. She paused, gave him a flirty glance through lowered eyelashes, then wriggled her skirt off over her hips and bent to pull it off her legs.

He kissed her hard when she stood back up and snaked a hand behind her to grab her ass and pull her closer. He jumped when she slipped a hand into the front of his boxers and grabbed his cock, but he lightly slapped her ass and pulled away. "Shower. Now."

"Yes, sir," she breathed into his mouth, and went towards the shower, hips swaying as much as she could make them.

Kurt watched her, almost hypnotized, before she went into the bedroom and out of sight. It was a moment before he remembered that he was going to somewhat clean the kitchen before he joined her. Since he was planning on cooking again later, he only put up their leftovers and set a few other dishes in the sink to soak before he figured that was good enough.

Steam was creeping into the bedroom from the open bathroom door as Kurt undressed in the bedroom and grabbed a condom out of the table by the bed. With how their bathroom was set up, he could see into the shower as soon as he walked in, Even with the steam, he could see Joy in the shower, hands teasingly running over wet skin to show off for him, and it brought him from half-hard to fully hard with a low groan.

She smiled at him when he joined her in the shower, and he answered by kissing her deeply.

(guys. guys. Not that I mind but this wasn't supposed to be porn. JUST SAYING.)

Joy melted under his hands, her body swaying closer to him, all soft slick skin and wet warmth. She looked up at him with water dewing her eyelashes, and asked, "Is this how you want me?"

"One of the ways." He kissed her again and pressed her against the wall of the shower. pinning her against it. His cock was trapped between them, and Kurt groaned deeply as slick skin rubbed against slick skin.

"I bet I can guess what you want." He pulled away just enough to tear the condom open and roll it on before he was pressing her against the wall again and moving a hand inbetween her legs. She was wet in an entirely differnt way when he slipped a finger into her. "You want me to fuck you hard, but I'm not really sure you've earned it."

"God, yes," and it came out more than half a moan as she pushed her hips back against his hand. "I want you to fuck me so hard I scream. How can I earn that?" She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, ran a finger up his cock. "I could suck you. Would you like it if I sucked you?"

He groaned lowly and pushed another finger into her, swiping his thumb over her clit. "Yeah. You always know what I like, Joy." Kurt pulled his hand away. "Get on your knees."

He moaned louder when she did and took him into her mouth. He was careful when he threaded a hand through her hair. "Fuck, Joy. Yeah, like that." She was so good at this, and he knew it must taste horrible with the latex."I love you so fucking much, Joy."

She mumbled something around his cock that might have been an acknowledgment or reciprocity, but it hardly mattered, given what she was doing with her tongue and her clever fingers, stroking, circling, kneading gently. Her other hand came up to grip his hip, steading herself a little, her hot mouth and the hot water on his back moving in counterpoint.

He had to stop her after a few minutes before he came. "You're almost too good at that." He helped her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply until the latex taste was gone from her mouth and he had calmed down.

"Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Joy," he quietly commanded, once he pulled back to catch his breath.

Her eyes lit before she lowered them demurely, licking her lips in a way that was not at all demure. "I want you to fuck me against the wall," she replied, almost purring. "I want you to fuck me hard. Sir."

He kissed her hard and slipped his hands down to her ass. Her skin was slick against his when he picked her up and used his weight to pin her against the wall. "Whatever you want," he said against her lips, before he slammed into her.

Joy threw her head back, her eyes half-closing in ecstasy, her legs wrapping around his waist. He didn't do this often, fucking her against the wall, but she loved it when he did.

She grabbed on to him, nails biting into the skin of his back. "Fuck, yes, just like that, you fuck me so good..."

He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way. "You fuck me so good, sir," he reminded her before slamming into her again with a groan. "If you don't remember your manners, you won't get anything. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

She jerked her head up and met his eyes. "Sir," she breathed. "Sir. I'm sorry, sir, I won't forget again-- please don't stop, sir."

He grinned slowly and kissed her nearly bruising-hard, before he started fucking her the same way. He cursed against her lips and pulled back with a harsh moan.

He pressed his mouth against her ear, nipping sharply as he dug his fingers into her hips. "Beg," he growled.

"Please, sir," she said, immediately. "Please fuck me, please... oh, god, just like that, sir, please, I want bruises, please..."

He pressed her hips harder against the wall, their skin hot and slick together with water as he sped his thrusts. "Are you sure you can handle me?" he asked against her neck, before he bit her sharply.

She cried out and left what were probably going to be spectacular scratches on his back, tightening her thighs around his waist, pushing her hips against him. "I can take anything you give me," she gasped, and clung tighter. "You feel so good, sir, so thick and hard, please."

Kurt made a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan, and lifted her legs up higher to move into her at a better angle. He made sure his weight had her pressed against the wall before he tightly squeezed one of her breasts with one hand, and slipped the other down to circle two fingers around her clit. "Are you going to scream?" he panted, feeling shudders starting to run down his spine.

"Yes, sir," she said, and whimpered when he pinched her nipple. "Oh, yes, yes, I'll scream, do you want me to scream, sir? I'll scream so good for you."

His voice was rough when he answered. "Yeah." He kissed her hard and trailed her mouth down her neck, before biting her and lightly pinching her clit. "Scream now," he groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder.

She obliged, throwing back her head, her legs tightening around his waist. "Oh, God...!"

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