He's awake before his alarm. It's as if his whole body is attuned to the fact that Blaine is coming over again today. There are butterflies in his stomach, his mind runs rampant with thoughts of what could be today; it all has him excited and nervous at the same time.

Lying in bed and staring at his clock, the red numbers bright in his darkened room, watching them change every minute, knowing with each passing minute it brings him closer to seeing Blaine again tonight, he hits the button right when his alarm goes off.

Sitting up in bed, throwing his legs over the side, he stands up and walks to the bathroom. Shedding his clothes and stepping into his tub, he turns the shower water on. Hot water immediately hits his body and soothes him. He stands under the spray of water for several minutes, letting it slide down his body and warm him.

Knowing he'll be seeing Blaine later today, he takes a shower much longer than his usual one. He washes his hair...twice. He thoroughly washes his body, making sure no inch of him is untouched. By the time he's stepping out of the shower, he feels clean and fresh unlike he's ever felt before.

Pulling on underwear and simple pajama pants and a cotton shirt, he grabs his phone and heads to the kitchen. Looking at his messages, he sees a recent one from Rachel. Clicking it, he reads it as he grabs a PopTart packet.

Rachel

Hey, Kurt. Want to grab coffee before we go to classes.

Kurt

Can't. In bed sick. Skipping class and work today.

It's a white lie, but he knows he can't tell Rachel he's missing school and work because he's too excited about having Blaine over to focus or think about anything else. Staying home is the best thing for him.

Opening the foil packet, he pulls out one of the strawberry PopTarts and starts to eat it.

Rachel

Want me to bring some soup home for you later?

Kurt

No, thanks. I don't have much of an appetite. I'll just probably stay all day in bed and sleep.

Rachel

Okay. Call me if you need anything.

Kurt

Sure. Bye, Rach.

Rachel

Bye. Feel better.

Seeing it's close to eleven, he startles when the sudden sound of thunder breaking across the sky catches him off-guard. Walking to the living room, he sees the sky open up and a heavy rain start to fall.

The sound of rain pelting the windows is almost soothing in a weird way to him.

Sitting on a built-in bench under the huge windows, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs, Kurt watches as the grey storm clouds cover the sky, making it dark and dreary, noticing a few rays of sun trying to break through. He watches as the rain heavily falls; looking down at people below as they do everything to avoid getting wet; staring at different colors of umbrellas that pass by on the sidewalk below him. The sound of thunder cracking across the sky is loud and makes him jump the slightest. Watching as a bolt of lightning strikes somewhere in the distance a few moments later, lighting up the sky for a second, he's surprised by a knock at his door.

Checking the time on his phone, and seeing it's half past eleven, he figures it's Rachel deciding to go ahead and skip the rest of her classes.

"Coming!" he yells as he stands up and walks to his door.

Sliding open the heavy metal door, hearing how loud it is, he's surprised to find Blaine standing there. A completely soaked to the bone, and slightly shivering, Blaine.

11:32-2:10p.m.

"Blaine. What...Why are you here?" he asks a bit surprised.

"Y-you did call f-for me," Blaine stutters as he shivers, smiling at him.

"Come in." Standing out of the way, letting Blaine pass him, Kurt slides his door shut. Turning to face Blaine, he can't believe he's here right now. "I know I called for you," he chuckles as he takes Blaine's hand and leads him to the kitchen. "I just wasn't expecting you until tonight." Turning on all the burners of his stove as high as they'll go, he pulls Blaine to them. "Sorry," he apologizes as he moves out of the way for Blaine. "It's the best I can do."

"It's perfect," Blaine tells him as he holds his hands over the blue flames of the fires. "And I had no other appointments today, so I figured I come now to see you."

"Get it over and done with, I see," Kurt teases, playfully poking Blaine in his side as he laughs, hearing him chuckle. "What if I wasn't here? What would you have done then, Einstein?"

"Probably get sick," Blaine says.

"Probably," Kurt agrees, snickering.

"It's a good thing you're here, then."

Kurt playfully squeals when Blaine wraps his arms around him and pulls him close to his wet body. Feeling his clothes start to get wet, he pushes at Blaine, but letting out a soft moan when he kisses at the spot right below his ear. "You're all wet!" he exclaims as he manages to get away from Blaine, seeing amusement in his eyes. Looking down at himself, he sees wet stains on his shirt and pants. "You got me wet," he playfully gripes as he lightly swats at Blaine's shoulder. "Why'd you hug me for?"

"I like seeing you again," Blaine softly replies with a hint of honesty to his voice, a small smile appearing on his lips.

Kurt feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. "I like seeing you again, too," he manages to say in reply, mind fuzzy with thoughts over what Blaine's words could mean. Could they be the truth? Or could they be something he says to all repeat clients? Whatever they are, Kurt loved hearing it.

Seeing Blaine still shivering in his wet clothes, he figures he can do something about that. "Do you want to change? I probably have something you can wear."

"That sounds great," Blaine tells him.

"I'll go grab a towel." Walking to the bathroom and grabbing a towel, he goes back to Blaine and hands it to him. "I'll be back with clothes in a second."

Seeing Blaine nod his head, he goes to his bedroom. Rummaging through his clothes, quickly changing out of his now wet clothes into sweatpants and a shirt, getting a good look at himself in the mirror across the room, he figures it'll have to do. He had planned to wear something nice; he was already fretting over what to pick out. It was kind of crazy for him to worry about what to wear when he knew the clothes would just be coming off, but he wanted to look nice for Blaine. Grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms that will fit Blaine and the oversized sweater he has, he laughs at how now they will be both looking far from nice, and instead be comfortable and warm.

Walking back to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Blaine in only his black boxer-briefs as he dries his hair with the towel. Seeing his clothes hanging over the backs of his chairs, noticing little wet puddles already forming under them from where the water is dripping, he looks back to Blaine. He's seen him naked. But something about the sight of him in only underwear is driving him crazy.

Lean muscles of his body move under tan skin as he drops the towel from around his head. Wet, and now untamed curls fall some in front of his eyes and makes him look much younger than the twenty-five year old he is. The glisten of still slightly damp skin makes him want to kiss every inch of exposed skin he sees. He wants to follow the lines of muscles with his tongue; wants to feel Blaine pressed as close to him as possible as he moves in him.

"I'm guessing you don't mind me being almost fully naked in the middle of your kitchen right now?" Blaine's teasing voice brings him out of his thoughts.

"Wha-No...No, definitely not." He shakes his head. Feeling his cheeks warm with blush at getting caught staring, he holds out the clothes to Blaine. "Here. I hope these are okay."

"Anything dry is good with me."

Seeing Blaine in his clothes does something to him. Seeing as the sweater loosely hangs around him, and the pants hang off his hips, makes Kurt want to just pull the clothes off again and take him to bed already. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" He says it to give him something to distract himself from having Blaine standing there looking delectable and handsome. Walking to his fridge he pulls out the milk. Going to a cabinet, he grabs the box of with packets of hot chocolate. "It's the instant stuff. But it should warm you up further."

"I would love some," Blaine says as he leans back against the counter next to him.

Pouring milk into a small pot and setting it on the stove, Kurt waits for the milk to get hot. "I have some Peanut Butter cookies if you want some," he tells Blaine.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Blaine chuckles.

Grabbing the jar filled with cookies, and setting it down close to Blaine, he goes back to the milk.

"I was actually craving your cookies yesterday." Blaine sticks his hand in the cookie jar and pulls out two cookies, offering one to Kurt. "I ended up going to a bakery near where I live just to have some fresh baked cookies."

"Really?" Kurt says surprised. Pouring the milk in the two cups when it's hot, he hands one to Blaine.

"Yeah," Blaine replies as tears open his packet of cocoa. "But they weren't as good as yours."

Tearing open the other cocoa packet and dumping it in the milk, Kurt opens a drawer and pulls out two spoons, handing one to Blaine. Stirring the mixture until it's combined, he takes the spoon out and licks it clean, noticing Blaine eyeing him as he does that, and seeing his eyes fill with desire.

Somehow knowing Blaine desires him at the moment makes fills Kurt with a bit of pride, and has him standing a bit taller than a moment before.

Tossing the spoon in the sink, hearing it hit with a clatter, he walks over to another cabinet. Opening it, and seeing what he wants, he grabs the bag and faces Blaine. "Marshmallows?" he asks as he drops a couple into his cup.

"Hell yeah!" Blaine excitedly says as he grabs a handful. Kurt smiles at the pile of marshmallows that fill up Blaine's cup. "I love these." Blaine grabs a few marshmallows from his cup and pops them into his mouth.

"I use them to top off my S'mores cupcakes," Kurt says as he eats a couple of the sugary gelatin. "Not too big on just eating them alone, though." Looking back to Blaine, he finds him with a bit of a far off look in his eyes. He laughs at knowing what he's thinking about. "I lost you at S'mores cupcakes, didn't I?"

"Yes." Blaine nods his head, reaching into the jar for more cookies. "Those sound delicious."

"I make them for my friends on their birthdays." Kurt swirls the hot chocolate in his cup, watching as the marshmallows melt into the hot liquid, white swirls combing with the chocolate. "Want to go sit on the couch?" he asks as he looks up to Blaine.

"Sure."

Kurt reaches into the jar and grabs two cookies, laughing when he sees Blaine reach in after him and grab a handful. Hot chocolate and cookies in hand, he heads for the couch with Blaine following suit. Sitting down and back against the couch, propping his legs up on the table, grinning when Blaine does the same, he takes a sip of his drink. Looking over to Blaine, he laughs at seeing a little pile of cookies on his stomach.

"How many did you grab?"

"I don't know. Like a big handful." Blaine grins at him and grabs one of the many cookies he has, taking a huge bite of it. Kurt just amusedly laughs and shakes his head. "These things are delicious."

"Thanks," Kurt says in reply.

"You know, that's what you should do," Blaine tells him as he takes a drink of his hot chocolate. "It seems you love that more than NYADA and Vogue."

"What?" Kurt furrows his brows in confusion.

"Open a bakery, of course."

"Yeah, I'll open a bakery with the eighty-six bucks I have in my back account. It should be fairly easy," Kurt jokes, knowing it's highly improbable that will happen. "It's a great idea, but...I can't." He notices Blaine giving him a surprised look. "What?"

"How do you only have eighty-six dollars in your bank account?"

"Seeing you again isn't cheap," Kurt points out. "Almost cleaned me out."

"You shouldn't have done that, Kurt." Blaine reaches over and slides his hand into Kurt's, making a spark run up his arm at the touch.

"I should have," Kurt says as he strokes his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand. "I wanted to see you again. I don't care what it cost to have that."

"I'm not worth you going broke over."

"After that first night with you, you kind of are," Kurt says in a half teasing and half serious voice. "Besides, I wanted to thank you," he says as he drops his feet and sets his cup on the table, along with his unfinished cookies. "I really enjoyed the notes you left. That made me smile."

"It was nothing." Blaine finishes his last cookie and takes a drink of his hot chocolate, setting the cup down next to Kurt's.

"Even if it was nothing, I still liked them." Kurt faces Blaine and curls his legs under himself.

He really isn't sure how to go about asking Blaine to sleep with him. Does he just blurt it out? Does he segue into it? What does he do? Nervous about that, he looks at his hands in his lap. Twiddling his thumbs, feeling blush creep up his neck and face at the thought of asking Blaine for that, he knows, eventually, he's going to have to be brave and speak up.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" He instantly snaps his head up and looks to Blaine.

"Where'd you go just now?" Blaine chuckles as he squeezes his hand and starts to pull him closer.

Straddling Blaine's lap and sitting back on his thighs, twirling the strings of the sweater around his fingers out of nerves, he smiles when Blaine covers his hands. Gazing into his stunning eyes, it's almost as if everything stops for a few seconds. All that he sees, all that matters is this guy right in front of him. And he's going to do everything in his power to have him be his first.

"I...I was thinking," he, finally, says in reply to Blaine's question.

"About?" Kurt softly sighs when Blaine slips his hands under his shirt and strokes his thumbs over his hipbones.

"You."

"Me. That's nice to hear," Blaine chuckles as he pulls Kurt closer to him. "Why were you thinking about me?"

"Wanting you." A small whine falls from his lips when Blaine slides his hand from his hip to grab his ass; carefully squeezing the flesh under his hand.

"Wanting me. And what?"

"This," Kurt sighs. Moaning at feeling Blaine's cock hard against his ass when he lifts his hips, a jolt of pleasure running through him, he gently rocks his hips down. Grasping Blaine's shoulders, he tips his head back and whines low in his throat. The drag of his clothed cock against Blaine's sends flares of pleasure along his spine. Soft lips press to his neck and start to kiss the skin. Running one of his hands through Blaine's curls, he moans as he rocks his hips down.

Lifting his arms when Blaine starts to pull his shirt up, seeing him drop it to the floor, he reaches for the hem of the sweater and pulls it over Blaine's head. Dropping it to the floor behind the couch. Leaning down and kissing along Blaine's neck and down his chest, roaming his hands over taut, hard muscles of his stomach. Lifting up to his knees when Blaine starts to tug at his sweatpants, he manages to get them off. Noticing Blaine lift his hips when he starts to tug his pants down, he sits back down in his lap after he kicks away the pants.

Letting out a soft whimper when he rocks his hips down, feeling Blaine roam his hands over his back and let out a deep moan as he moves his hips. Wrapping an arm around Blaine's neck and holding tight when he starts to lift his hips up into him, he drops his face in the curve of his neck. Kissing the skin there, barely smelling what little of the cologne that wasn't washed away from the rain, he feels how close he is.

A few more hard thrusts of his hips down and he comes in his underwear. Letting Blaine wrap an arm around his waist and hold him tight, he feels as the thrusts up a few more times and moans as he comes himself.

Collapsing against Blaine as he catches his breath, pleasure still coursing through him, feeling amazing, he starts to laugh.

"What's funny?" Blaine asks as he skims his fingers along his spine, making a shiver run through him.

"I wasn't expecting that," Kurt mumbles. "I mean...I knew it was gonna happen. But not right now."

"Is it okay that it did?"

"Definitely okay," he says as he lifts his head and looks at Blaine. "And, I was I was thinking about you because I've made a decision that involves you."

"What decision did you make?"

"It's something I want."

"What do you want, Kurt?" Blaine whispers into his ear.

He knows Blaine told him to wait until he found someone he trusted and could make it perfect. But he trusts Blaine, and he knows he'll make it perfect for him. That's why he is asking him for this.

Gazing into Blaine's eyes, seeing them shining bright as he stares back at him, smile on his lips, he opens his mouth to talk. "I want you inside me," he tells him with a sure, calm voice.

"I told you, Kurt, I d-"

"No!" Kurt cuts him off. "I'm more than ready for this. I trust you; I know you'll be kind and gentle and perfect. Don't try to change my mind this time, Blaine. It's what I want. I want it to be you." Dropping his forehead to Blaine's, closing his eyes and breathing, he presses close to Blaine's body. "Please, Blaine," he quietly begs. "Please. Please."

"Goddamn you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine groans as he lifts Kurt up as he stands up off the couch.

Kurt smiles at breaking Blaine's resolve as he wraps his legs around Blaine's waist. Draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders, he nuzzles his nose along his cheek. He's actually quite surprised at how easy he got Blaine to give him what he wants. He thought there would be more begging and making him understand on his part. But he guesses Blaine wants this as much as he does. "It won't be the end of the world, Blaine," he murmurs into his ear.

"No, it won't be," Blaine agrees. Holding tight to Kurt, he starts to head for the bedroom area of the loft. "But, I still believe you should wait. Wait until you're ready and not in a rush to just get it over with."

"I'm not in a rush, Blaine," Kurt says as Blaine kneels onto the bed, letting out a small scream when he drops him. Bouncing a bit, he smiles as Blaine kneels over him. "I'm more than ready to fully go all the way."

"You don't mind that your first time is with someone like me?" Blaine asks as he slips his fingers in the elastic waistband of his underwear.

"What's wrong with you?" Kurt lifts his hips and feels the material of his underwear as it slides against his skin, seeing Blaine drop them to the floor when off.

"I don't think I'm special enough to be the one to be the first one to sleep with you. You could do so much better than me."

Moving to sit up, and then kneeling in front of Blaine, Kurt drapes his arms over his shoulders, lightly skimming his fingers along the back of his neck, and smiles as he gazes into his eyes. "I don't want much better; I want you. You're special enough to me. You're what I imagined when I thought of my first time; someone sweet and kind and gentle. And handsome, I might add." Kurt sees Blaine grin and laugh at that. "You're what I want."

"You astound me, Kurt," Blaine murmurs to him as he cups the side of his face, looking at him like he's the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"And you surprise me, Blaine." Reaching down and slipping his fingers into the waistband of Blaine's underwear, he starts to push them down. Watching him kick them away, he presses close to him when they're both naked.

Softly moaning when Blaine starts to kiss at the curve of his neck, feeling him press him closer to his body, he goes when he moves to lie down. Getting comfortable against the pillows, and parting his legs, watching as Blaine leans over to the dresser and grabs the bottle of lube. The sound of it being flicked open makes his heart race in his chest. He might be ready for this, might want this. But that doesn't stop him from being nervous and a bit scared.

"Will...Will it hurt?" Kurt asks with a hint of worry and concern lacing his voice.

"I'll try my best to not let it. I'll be gentle."

Nodding his head in understanding, he gasps when he feels Blaine's lubed finger trace his entrance.

The intrusion is...different. It's not uncomfortable like he assumed it would be. It, in actuality, feels pretty good to him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asks as he slowly starts to work the finger in him.

"Yes...Yeah." Kurt nods his head.

Blaine is gentle with him as he works him open. First with one, then two; by the time he's pushing in with three fingers, stretching him open, Kurt is letting noises fall from his lips that sound like a mix between a moan and a whimper. He works his hips down on Blaine's fingers as he drags them in and out, wondering if he could come on just this alone. When Blaine suddenly brushes his prostate, causing him to arch his back and let out a cry of pleasure, Kurt is pretty sure he could come on Blaine's fingers alone if he keeps it up.

Letting out a low whine when Blaine removes his fingers, he feels his heart start to race when he sees him reach for a condom. Watching as he tears it open and reaching down to roll it on, he opens his legs a bit more as Blaine spreads lube over himself. Moaning when he presses the head of his cock to his entrance, not pushing in just yet, Kurt's already eager to have him inside.

"You ready?" Blaine asks as he gazes down at him, soothingly stroking a thumb over his warm cheek.

"Yes."

When Blaine slowly starts to push into him, feeling his muscles stretch around the head of his cock, Kurt grips the sheet in one hand in a tight clutch that has his knuckles turning white, and grips his other hand tight around Blaine's bicep, fingers digging into muscle. It's not so much painful, although there is a hint of pain, as it's just a different feeling. The sensation of having someone inside him is thrilling.

"You okay, Kurt?" Blaine asks with worry after stilling his hips.

Biting his lower lip and nodding his head, he looks into Blaine's eyes. "It...It feels good. Keep going."

"Are you sure?"

Nodding his head, he moans low in his throat as Blaine slowly rocks into him. The feeling of Blaine's hips hitting his ass a few moments later have him letting out a little gasp. Holding Blaine when he drops his head to the curve of his neck to breathe a few moments, he takes in the feeling of being filled by him. "You feel amazing inside me, Blaine," he whispers into his ear, letting out a little laugh when Blaine groans. "Do I feel good, too?"

"Kurt," Blaine says in a bit of a rough breath as he lifts his head and stares down at him with darkened eyes filled with need. "You feel like nothing I've ever felt before. I want to drown myself in how you fantastic you feel."

Kurt beams up at him. "I'm ready whenever you are," he informs him.

The next instant, Kurt moans as Blaine gently rocks his hips into him. It sends an immediate spark of pleasure through him.

It's not much at first; just a slow, steady slide of Blaine in and out of him. But Kurt finds his body reacting to every little thing. Every slow slide of Blaine out of him and subsequent push back in sends a wave of pleasure and desire through him. Moaning as Blaine pushes his knee up to his chest, getting more of Blaine into him, he whimpers as his thrusts get longer, but still maintaining the slow, even thrusts that are driving him crazy.

A low heat already builds in his belly. Pleasure swims through his veins. There's a small sweat already forming over his skin. But all that couldn't matter to Kurt. As long as Blaine continues to slowly fuck him like this, nothing else matters.

Lifting his hips to meet the slow, languid thrusts of Blaine's hips, feeling as their bodies slide together, Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's back and grabs at his shoulders.

Feeling Blaine pull out and slowly push back in, the drag of his cock so sensual that Kurt is dizzy with how pleasurable it is, he feels as the need for more starts to build. "I...I need mo-more, Blaine," he expresses with a low whine, groaning when Blaine lets go of his leg, dropping it back down, and feeling him get a good grip on him.

Going when Blaine sits up, shuffling his knees further apart, groaning at sinking all the way down on him, he slowly starts to rock his hips. Pleasure tingles under his skin as he moves; as he feels Blaine slowly pull out and thrust back up into him. Dropping his forehead to Blaine's, locking eyes with his stunning ones that are lust blown, holding tight to his shoulders, he drops his mouth open around a soft whine, feeling a shiver run through him when his lips barely brush Blaine's soft ones.

"Does it feel good?" Blaine asks as he leans back and braces his hand on the bed.

Kurt nods his head, feeling Blaine dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of his hip. Using Blaine's shoulders for leverage, he starts to rise to his knees and gently thrust back down as Blaine thrust up. Rising up until only the head of Blaine's cock is inside him, he thrust his hips back down, grinding and swiveling his hips, sighing at how pleasurable that is for both of them.

This might be the first time he's having sex. Hell, he's no expert when it comes to this stuff. But if there's one thing he knows how to do well, that's move his hips. It's what he does now. He moves his hips as if he's dancing. Swirls and rolls them like he's learned over the years. And based on Blaine's deep moans of pleasure, he figures he's doing something right.

"Turns out dancing is great for many things," he laughs as he drops his hips and rocks them.

"Fuck, Kurt!" Blaine exclaims as he pushes off his hand and wraps both arms around his waist, holding him close; dropping his forehead to the middle of Kurt's chest. "You should...de-definitely dance for me while I'm here."

Grabbing a handful of Blaine's curls, and yanking his head back, Kurt smirks down at him, arching an eyebrow. "I thought I was."

Hearing Blaine chuckle, he thrusts his hips down, cutting off his laughter and making him release a loud moan.

Sighing when Blaine attaches his lips to his neck, gently nipping and biting at the skin over his pulse point, Kurt wraps his arms around his neck and tilts his head to the side, exposing more of the creamy, pale skin of his neck.

Continuing to work his hips down, groaning at Blaine thrusting up into him, he can feel how close he is. His body is right there on the precipice of something great, he can tell.

"I'm close, Blaine," he mutters as Blaine starts to kiss up his neck, stopping right at the corner of his mouth. Staring into his eyes that are darkened with pleasure and lust, Kurt shivers.

"Tell me what you want, Kurt?" Blaine slowly thrust his hips up, making Kurt bite his lower lip and whine low in his throat.

The slow, sensual movements of Blaine's hips up into him is good, but not what he needs. He needs more; needs...no, wants fast and hard. "F-faster," he stutters. "Harder."

"You sure?" Blaine asks as he grips his hips.

Nodding his head, Kurt lets out a small yelp when Blaine falls back on the bed with him. Lifting his legs high on either side of Blaine, reaching above him to plant one hand to the headboard, the other wrapped around Blaine's back, fingers digging into heated flesh, Kurt cries out in pleasure when Blaine starts to thrust into him a deep, hard snaps of his hips. Arching his back and tilting his ass a bit higher, getting that much more of Blaine inside him, he turns his face into his bicep and lets out a guttural moan as Blaine barely brushes his prostate. When he does that, it feels as if electric sparks are running through him. It leaves him feeling amazing.

Dropping his arm to wrap around Blaine's back, gripping his shoulder, he tips his head back and whimpers. Lips press to his neck as hips continue to thrust into him.

Feeling Blaine pull all the way out and angle his hips, Kurt buries his face in the curve of Blaine's neck and lets out a scream of pleasure as Blaine manages to hit his prostate.

A hand wrapping around his cock makes him moan. Blaine moves his hand in firm, fast strokes. He thumbs at the head, smearing the pre-come beading at the tip over his cock, making the slide of his hand easier. Each stroke of Blaine's hand brings him closer and closer to his release. Each stroke has his body winding up tighter and tighter, making him eager to let go.

"Come on, Kurt," Blaine growls in a deep, wrecked voice. "Let go."

Just like that, Kurt's body snaps. He cries out in ecstasy as he spills over Blaine's hand. Digging his fingers into his back as he holds tight to him, body convulsing and shaking as his orgasm goes through him, amazed he could feel like this, he feels as he clenches around Blaine as he continues to thrust into him. A few moments later, orgasm starting to wane off, he groans as he feels Blaine bury his cock deep inside him one last time and come.

Relaxing against the bed after Blaine pulls out and collapses next to him, barely seeing out of the corner of his eye as he removes the condom, feeling hot and sticky and sweaty, but not caring, Kurt starts to giggle.

"I've noticed your tendency to laugh after having an orgasm." Blaine looks to him with the corner of his mouth turned up into an amused smile, small laughter evident in his voice. "What's funny this time?"

"I can't believe I've been missing out on that." Kurt turns to look at Blaine and grins. Moving to swing a leg over Blaine's waist, he sits on his thighs and gazes down at him, surprised by how quickly his body is reacting to the mere touch of Blaine's body beneath him. He can feel his cock, already, trying to get hard again. "Let's do it again."

"I'm gonna be here all day, aren't I?" Blaine jokes, sliding his hands into Kurt's that rest on his chest.

"If I had a say: Yes, you would be." Kurt squeezes Blaine's hands in his. "But you can leave if you want to." The thought of Blaine leaving so soon makes an ache form in Kurt's chest. He wants Blaine here for longer. He wants him to stay. "I'm not forcing you to stay."

Climbing off Blaine and moving to sit at the edge of the bed, wondering if it would be rude to excuse himself to the bathroom so he doesn't have to see him leave, he hears as Blaine sits up. Thinking that is it, he moves to stand up off the bed.

Arms suddenly wrap around his waist and pull him back to the middle of the bed. Sitting in Blaine's lap, he sighs as he feels him bury his nose in the back of his neck.

"I guess it's a good thing I want to stay, then," Blaine whispers into his ear.

Dropping his head back on Blaine's shoulder, smiling up at him as his eyes shine bright, he can't believe a few simple words could make him so happy. "Thank you," he whispers, nuzzling his nose along Blaine's neck.

"For what?" Blaine caresses the side of his face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose, making him let out a soft giggle.

"For making it perfect," Kurt replies.

"It was my pleasure," Blaine whispers into his ear.

A shiver runs through him when Blaine drags his fingers down his messy stomach. Whimpering when he skims his fingers over his very interested cock, already getting hard again, he starts to work his hips down on Blaine. "Can we do it again?" Staring into Blaine's eyes as he rolls his hips down, feeling Blaine getting hard against his ass, Kurt can see in his eyes he wants it just as much as him. And want he does.

He wants Blaine inside him where it feels good; where it feels right. He wants to experience this as much as he can with Blaine here. His body might hate him afterwards, he might be sore and unable to walk without some sort of limp, but he doesn't care. He wants to remember this. He wants this. He craves to have Blaine inside filling him up.

Lifting up to his knees as Blaine rolls a new condom on, looking over his shoulder and watching as he spreads lube over himself. Going when a hand at his back pushes him, he lies on his stomach against the bed. Letting Blaine lift his hips so his ass is up in the air a bit, he buries his face in his pillow and moans as he feels Blaine slowly start to push in.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asks after bottoming out and leaning over him, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple after he turns to look at him.

"Perfect," he replies with a small smile.