Bert shrugged as the shirt fell away, helping as he could without removing his hands from Kurt's trousers. It was always good, the start of a tryst. The building of heat and the leadening of limbs. There was a special sort of sweetness to it, and even though he was already hard and aching in his denims, this was still simply the start.

"Anything particular yeh fancy?" His hands slid along the fabric of Kurt's waistband, seeking whatever fastenings held the garment on. He was more than happy to oblige the lad - lust madness or no, he had a reputation as a particularly generous lover. He intended to maintain that.