Thrusting hard, Kurt feels Blaine spill over his fist as he bites down on his neck to keep from screaming. The pain that comes with that has Kurt thrusting hard one more time and experiencing his own release.

Pulling out and collapsing next to Blaine, catching his breath and taking the condom off, Kurt quietly laughs as he runs his fingers over the sore spot on his neck.

"You bit me," he says as he looks at Blaine.

"Did I?!" Blaine covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Kurt giggles at how cute Blaine looks as he covers his face. "It's just gonna be weird the looks people will give me. I can cover it up."

"No!" Blaine immediately yells. "I mean...Um, I don't...I...Fuck!"

"What are you trying to say, Blaine?" Kurt moves and lies on top of him, grinning at how flustered he is. "Do you like that you marked me?"

Blaine bites his lower lip and nods his head. "I want to see it and know that I put it there. I want to see you proudly show it off and only know how it got there."

"I would never have taken you to have a marking kink." Kurt arches an eyebrow at Blaine. "What are some others?"

"Why do you want to know?" Blaine curiously asks, smiling at Kurt as he skims his fingers up and down his back.

"I'm willing to do anything for you, Blaine. Just remember that." Kurt lets out a small scream when Blaine suddenly has him on his back and is pinning him down. "Is this another one? Do you enjoy having control over me?"

"No. Not for me."

It might not be for Blaine, but Kurt finds he enjoys being held down and having all control taken from him. If he's not in control, he won't enjoy it as much as he normally does. It's one of the many reasons he never bottoms; that and one big reason he has yet to tell Blaine. Losing that control he loves is something he never thought to do. But now, with Blaine, he thinks about letting him be the first person he's been with to do things like hold him down and telling him what to do. Blaine might not like it, but he wonders what it would take to convince him to do it for him.

Kurt moans when Blaine starts to rock his hips down, not believing he wants to go again. "Blaine, if you make me come one more time tonight, I think I might actually die of too much sex."

It's been a week since Blaine came to his room and finally crossed that line he had set down. This night is the first time since that second night Blaine came back that they've been together. So, yeah, he can understand Blaine's desperation and hunger. He felt the same.

After that second night, they thought it would be safer to not do anything for a few days. Try not to piss off the 'rents again. He's not really sure who the fuck suggested they wait a week or how it came to be that amount of time passed, but it did. Every long day that seemed to drag on was followed by a night that seemed longer. That is until Blaine finally had enough and told him to come to his room.

All he knows is that by the time he was closing Blaine's bedroom door a few hours ago, he was being pressed up against it and enjoying the friction of his and Blaine's body furiously rocking together until they both came in less than two minutes. It didn't take long after that to turn them around and yank Blaine and his underwear down.

After he lifted him up and fucked him against the door, they collapsed to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs and heaving chests. That was followed thirty minutes later by Blaine riding him as he got a bit of a carpet burn on his back. He couldn't have cared less as long as Blaine kept moving his hips the way he did.

Kurt playfully demanded they go to the bed before the next round, not wanting his body to completely hate him in the morning, which is how he now finds himself in the spot he's in.

"I haven't had enough of you tonight." Kurt actually groans as Blaine has the gall to pout at him in a way that is making it difficult to refuse him.

He finds it funny that he couldn't have Blaine; and now he has to say enough for one night.

"I think my dick feels otherwise."

"Mmm, I think you're wrong." Blaine grins as Kurt finds his body responding again to Blaine's gentle roll of his hips down on him.

"Besides," Kurt murmurs, running his hand down Blaine's back and grabbing his ass, squeezing the flesh in his hand. "I think you're going to want to sit down comfortably during the day."

"I like the feeling," Blaine whispers, nuzzling his nose in the side of Kurt's neck. "I like knowing you were there."

"I swear you're going to be the death of me." Kurt rolls them over so he ends up on top of Blaine.

"So, does that mean you're going to fuck me again?" Blaine grins as he parts his legs and starts to lift his hips, rocking against Kurt.

"No!" Kurt quietly exclaims with a hint of laughter to his voice, quickly scrambling to move off Blaine so nothing more can happen. It takes all of his willpower to ignore the look of want Blaine gives him. "I want to be able to function properly tomorrow." Leaning down to give him a kiss, cupping the side of Blaine's face, he pulls away before the kiss can be deepened. "I'll go now."

"I wish you could stay," Blaine murmurs.

"It's safer this way." One of the things they agreed on was that even though they would do this, there were a few things they had to do. They would have these nights to themselves to be together, but once finished, to avoid being caught, they thought it would be safer if they go back to their rooms. To fall asleep together could result in them being caught by one of Blaine's parents, and both of them really didn't want that to happen. They wanted their due time together-however long that may be. So, that's why Kurt stands up, cleaning himself with a tissue, and pulls on his underwear. "Bye," he whispers against Blaine's lips when he leans down to give him one final kiss goodnight.

"Bye."

Walking out of Blaine's room, quietly shutting his bedroom door, Kurt stands there in the hall with a huge smile on his face and the pleasure of his night with Blaine still slightly lingering under his skin.

Standing there, he hears his stomach grumble for food. Needing something to eat after all the energy spent being with Blaine, he quietly takes the stairs down to the kitchen. Walking into the empty kitchen, room filled by the light of the moon shining through the windows, he opens the fridge to find something to eat. Staring at the contents in the fridge, he grabs the container of ice cream and a spoon. Walking to the sun nook, he sits on the bench and brings his legs up and starts to dig into the creamy, sweet goodness.

He lets his mind linger on Blaine upstairs in his room. The image of Blaine's naked body tangled in his bed sheet and the look of satisfaction on his face has Kurt feeling giddy with the knowledge that he did that. Knowing he was the one to do that to Blaine; to provide him immense pleasure in ways he never experienced before, has Kurt turning the corner of his mouth up into a small grin.

A few spoonfuls of ice cream later, he hears someone shuffling into the kitchen, smiling when he sees a still blissed out Blaine walk in. Chuckling when he startles at seeing him, Kurt digs his spoon back into his ice cream.

"You fucking scared me," Blaine says as he holds a hand to his chest in freight.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I was hungry and came to get something." He holds up the container of ice cream for Blaine to see, watching him grab his own spoon and come sit down with him. "Who says I'm sharing my ice cream with you?" Kurt playfully asks, moving the container out of reach of Blaine when he tries to dip his spoon inside.

"Please, Kurt," Blaine begs, using the same tone he does when they're having sex because he knows it will affect Kurt. He's right.

"You did that on purpose." Kurt sets the container down between them, seeing Blaine grin at him as he digs his spoon into the ice cream.

"Of course I did. You know Tilly would kill us for eating this at this hour," Blaine says as he gets a big spoonful of ice cream.

"Knowing her, she'd probably join in and ask about us." Kurt notices Blaine go completely still at his words, spoon in the container of ice cream.

"Does she know about us?" Kurt can hear the worry and slight fear in Blaine's voice as he speaks.

It sucks to be with Blaine, but not to be with him. He wants Blaine in every way possible, but knows he has to settle with what he is giving him.

"She heard your parents complain after that first night and easily put two and two together," Kurt softly tells him. "I think she was so happy she would have thrown a party."

"She won't tell anyone?"

"No," he says as he shakes his head. "She won't tell anyone." Kurt feels a fresh wave of sadness wash over him as he considers that he'll never get to tell anyone, as well, about being with the person he loves.

"You look hot in nothing but your underwear right now." Blaine smirks at him as he eats the last of the ice cream. Kurt watches as he puts the empty container on the floor, dropping his spoon inside.

He holds back his squeal as Blaine grabs his ankle and drags him down onto the cushions.

"I don't think I've ever seen someone as sexy as you are," Blaine purrs into his ear, making him moan. "Do you even know how much I want you? I watch you and the need and urge to have you always takes over. I was so stupid to wait so long for you."

"Yes, you were," Kurt says with a small chuckle that immediately dies on his lips when he parts his thighs and lets Blaine settle on top of him. The words from a few moments earlier of not having sex again totally forgotten on Kurt's part as Blaine lies on top of him and gently starts to move his hips. It doesn't take long for his body to respond to the movement of Blaine on top of him.

They begin a slow rhythm of rocking together, oblivious to the fact that one of Blaine's parents could walk in. Kurt digs his teeth into his lower lip and tips his head back, feeling pleasure begin to course through his body.

"I love being with you like this, Kurt," Blaine whispers against his skin as he kisses his neck. "You drive me crazy in the best way possible."

Kurt blushes at the compliment; glad the only light is that of the moon and Blaine can't see his cheeks turn red. He's never one to not receive compliments of any kind. Guys would tell him all the time in bars and clubs anything to take him home. They were nice to hear, but they were just words to him. But these aren't just words to him as Blaine tells him that. These are knowing that when Blaine looks at him, he finds him sexy. Of course he knew Blaine found him attractive, he did catch him staring on more than a few occasions. It feels wonderful to be found attractive and sexy and wanted by the one person it matters from. To be wanted by Blaine is to feel alive.

Staring up at him as they continue to gently rock together, Kurt strokes his thumb over Blaine's cheek, lips turning up into a smile when he turns into his hand, even kissing his palm. "You drive me crazy, too. In all ways possible."

Suddenly, Blaine is kissing him in a demanding and unapologetic way, and Kurt loves it. He loves having Blaine taking what he wants and not being sorry for it, although Kurt freely gives it to him. It's a new sensation for him, and something he's never let anyone else do.

Lifting his right leg to hook over Blaine's waist, Kurt arches his back as he can feel the heat start to coil in his belly. Turning his head to the side as a spark of pleasure shoots up his spine at particularly good roll of Blaine's hips, he sees the floor about a foot beneath him and remembers where they are.

The window bench is barely big enough to hold two people sitting down and one person if they were to lie down. But right now, Kurt is wondering how it is they haven't fallen to the floor in a mess of tangled limbs. The bench itself isn't very wide, which is why Kurt hooked his leg around Blaine, because it was already hanging off the side. Even with Blaine on top of him to make it easier, he knows this can end badly. But with Blaine continuing to move his hips, he just doesn't give a fuck at the moment.

Moving together, the heat building and building, pleasure coursing through him, Kurt can feel how close he is; but he needs more. Reaching down, he slips his hands in Blaine's pajama bottoms and pushes them down, not surprised to find out he has no underwear on. "I need to feel you," he says in way of explanation to Blaine. Pushing his underwear down to his ankles when Blaine lifts his hips, he pulls him back down on top of him, moaning at the immediate contact of so much skin.

The slide of their bodies is much easier without the fabric of clothes in the way and the dampness on their skin from sweat at exerting themselves. Lifting both his legs to hook over Blaine's hips, Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's back and grabs at his shoulders; he arches his back into the slow roll of Blaine's hips down on him. The heel of his feet are crossed at the ankles at Blaine's lower back as they push down, trying to get more of the feeling of Blaine against him.

When it comes to sex for Kurt, it was never more than full on sex or a simple blowjob with the men he was with before. Never more, never less. But now, with Blaine, he wants to experience ever kind of sexual act he can with him. He wants this right now; them moving together as they lay on a bench in the quiet of the night in an empty kitchen; he wants the little things along with the big ones. He wants simply being held in Blaine's arms, and for the first time, he thinks about the possibility of bottoming for Blaine.

"You feel amazing, Kurt," Blaine says against his lips.

"You...you too." Kurt moans and tips his head back, feeling Blaine pick up his pace and feeling himself getting closer to his release.

It doesn't take long after that for Kurt to arch his back and come, warm splashes hitting his belly, but not a lot considering everything Blaine and he had already done that night. Collapsing against the cushions in a state of pleasure and tiredness, he still moves his hips, legs hooked over Blaine's waist, as Blaine seeks out his own release.

"Come on, Blaine; come for me," Kurt pants into his ear. That must do the trick because seconds later he feels as Blaine stutters his hips and comes.

Curling an arm around his back when he collapses on top of him in a tangle of limbs, Kurt holds him as they both catch their breath.

"Surprised we didn't fall off," he finally says after his heart and pulse stop beating so fast. He drops his legs from around Blaine, stretching them out, one of them hanging off the side of the bench, foot touching the cold floor.

"Still would have finished if we did," Blaine replies; Kurt letting out a quiet laugh.

"I actually wouldn't have been surprised by that." Kurt turns his head to look at Blaine, seeing him smiling and eyes filled with happiness. "You have an insatiable sex drive."

"I think part of that has to do with you, and making up for lost time." Blaine stands up off him, Kurt missing his warmth, and goes to grab a wet napkin.

"I'm more than willing to make up for lost time however often you want," Kurt tells him as he pushes himself up on his elbows. He stares at Blaine as he cleans himself and puts his pajama pants back on. Taking the napkin he gives him when he sits down, he goes about cleaning his stomach. "I just have to say," he says as he lies back down and pulls his underwear on, lifting his hips. "That we can't have nights like tonight every night or I might never function again."

"I know." Blaine chuckles, taking the napkin and tossing it in the trash bin. "But we can have them every once in a while, right?"

"Of course," Kurt responds, swinging his legs over the side of the bench. "I think we should head upstairs."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"When it comes to you and me, I'm always right."

"Don't let it go to your head," Blaine teases, taking his hand and linking their fingers together when he stands up.

"I won't." Kurt softly chuckles, resting his head on back on Blaine's shoulder when he steps in front of him. Arms encircle his waist and he lets out a happy sigh, savoring being held by Blaine as they carefully walk up the steps, making sure not to make too much noise. "I had a great time tonight, Blaine; thank you," Kurt tells him when they reach the top of the stairs, tilting his head to the side to look up at Blaine.

"I can't tempt you with just one more round?" Blaine quietly asks against his lips as he kisses him.

"No," Kurt answers with a small laugh as he pulls away. "I'm going to go pass out in my bed. You've worn me out."

"Fine," Blaine huffs in playfully annoyed manner.

He gives Blaine one last kiss before he starts to walk away. A hand grabbing his wrist and spinning him around surprises him, and he finds himself pressed close to Blaine once again. Their mouths mere inches apart; Kurt focusing his attention at Blaine's plump, red lips.

"I've been meaning to tell you," Blaine says, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. "I really, really love your tattoo."

Kurt bites his lip to quiet his giggle at Blaine's words, thinking about the tattoo on his right shoulder blade. If Blaine were to ask the meaning behind it, he would tell him, but not the full extent of how much one certain part means to him. "Thank you." Moaning into Blaine's mouth when he captures his lips in a fierce kiss, Kurt lets it go on for a few seconds before breaking away, knowing they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the hallway. "I need to leave before you rope me into fucking you again."

"I'll see you in a few hours then." Blaine kisses his temple in a gentle press of lips to skin, Kurt finding the gesture sweet in a way he never has before. "'Night, Kurt."

"'Night, Blaine."

Going into his room, he quietly closes the door and smiles as he shakes his head at how much Blaine wants him. He never thought he could be wanted as much as he is by Blaine.

Climbing under the blankets, instantly warming up, he is asleep in less than a minute.

~

Waking up and taking a quick shower, Kurt goes downstairs and to the kitchen. He finds Tilly pouring pancakes onto a griddle and frying bacon and making scrambled eggs.

"Tilly, remind me to never eat ice cream in the middle of the night again." He rubs his still slightly aching stomach, regretting the food of choice from the previous hours before. Besides his stomach, his body is still sore all over from the night before with Blaine. But not regretting a second of that.

"I would have smacked you both if I were here," she teasingly says.

"Hey, no need for abu-...How do you know it was me and Blaine?"

"There were two spoons in the sink, Kurt. Unless you have a different explanation for that, I'm going with Blaine eating with you."

"You're too smart for your own good sometimes."

"No, I had kids that were teenagers once. I notice everything." She smiles at him and then gets a surprised look on her face as she sees something.

"What?" Kurt asks a bit worried.

"What in the world happened to your neck?!"

Kurt remembers and touches the area where Tilly is looking, feeling how tender the spot is to the touch, letting out a small laugh. "Umm...We had to be quite," he explains to her, actually feeling himself blushing in embarrassment.

"So, he bit you?" she shockingly says, taking his hand away and looking at the mark. "I'm gonna smack that boy or give him a talking to."

"Don't scare him, Tilly." Kurt chuckles. "It was an accident."

"Kurt, it looks bad."

"It felt good when he did it." Kurt arches an eyebrow and grins.

"Kurt!" Tilly exclaims, playfully slapping him on the arm, making Kurt laugh. "Now, go sit down. Breakfast is ready."

Giving her a hug from behind, Kurt holds her close. "I love you, Till."

"I love you, too, Kurt," Tilly replies back, patting his arm. "Weird marks and all."

Kurt chuckles at that, giving her a kiss on her cheek before walking to the dining area. He takes his seat across from Blaine. He notices his eyes instantly go to his neck and smirking at his handiwork. It's that look that has Kurt crossing his legs to hide the bulge forming in his jeans. It seems Blaine is able to do more with one look than most men could do with everything they have, and Kurt knows that is not a good thing for him (in a good way.)