Why, Kurt of course

"Having some fun there, huh?" Kurt grinned wickedly, standing in the door frame dripping wet with a towel around his waist.

To his horror, Zack realized Kurt had most definitely heard, if not seen, all that had just transpired. Nervously swallowing, Zack allowed his eyes to trace the contours of Kurt's oh-so-fucking-lickable chest before quickly realizing he had been gawking at Kurt's body for a while.

Still smirking, Kurt spoke. "Guess you forgot to lock the door? Let me go ahead and get that for you now." Kurt reached over and did just that, locking the door behind him, effectively trapping Zack.

Gulping again, Zack began to nervously speak. "Uh, Kurt, l-look I was just....uhh....I was just-

Quickly, Kurt cut him off by dropping his towel. "Like what you see, Zacky?"

All Zack could do was stare in wonder as he started to drool a little bit at the sight of Kurt's magnificent, enormous cock, nearly fully erect now.

"You see, Zack. I'm a connoisseur of thirsty bitches. Doesn't really matter if they're male or female. Thirsty bitches are thirsty bitches. And you, my dear roommate, would make a very cute little slut, wouldn't you?" Kurt sultrily spoke as he slowly approached Zack, who was now sitting upright on the bed.

Zack could do nothing but blush as Kurt was now at the edge of the bed, his fully erect monster pointed at his face.

"Go ahead." Kurt said, grinning like a shark. "Give it a kiss."

Zack said nothing as he found himself transfixed by the Kurt's chiseled, muscular body and thick fuckstick. Licking his lips, he began drawing closer to Kurt, crawling across the bed slowly, as if in a trance.