17. FOREVER

The ceremony was short and simple, the reception small but classy. Now, after saying goodbye to their families and friends, Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson were finally where they wanted to be that special night: at their New York apartment.

It was customary to spend the wedding night at a hotel, of course, but it wasn’t what either of them wanted. They preferred to return to the comfort of their own space, their cozy bedroom that they’d already prepared for tonight; their sunny kitchen with the best coffee and fresh fruit waiting for the morning.

They’d been silent since they’d entered, holding hands and cherishing their first private moments since that morning. Blaine led his husband to the middle of their spacious living room, where he left him just long enough to press a few buttons on their stereo system. As soon as the first notes filled the air, he turned to Kurt with his hand extended.

“May I have this dance?”

“Yes. Yes, you may.” Kurt smiled as he slipped into his husbands arms. They’d danced that night, of course, but this was different. This was just for them. And… was it their song? Of course. A ballad version of Teenage Dream was flowing sweetly from the speakers.

They danced, holding each other intimately, chest against chest, cheek by cheek, their hips and thighs touching. Kurt lost himself in the music and touch, committing this moment to memory, when Blaine’s warm voice sang into his ear quietly, a little breathless.

“Let’s go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love…” and when Kurt opened his eyes and looked up to smile at his husband, he saw the warm amber eyes – intense, expectant, as if waiting for an answer. But what answer? What could he…

Oh.

Oh.

Kurt stopped swaying to the music, but didn’t withdraw from the embrace.

“You… you want to…”

“I want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve been sure for months. I just wanted to wait for tonight. Do you want to?” 

Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath. “I do. I really, really do.”

For all the years they’d been together Kurt had reassured Blaine repeatedly that he was okay with not taking this last step into penetrative sex. And he was. They were amazing together, the chemistry between them was just as strong as at the beginning and years of practice and experiments resulted in being perfectly attuned to each other. The things they could achieve with just their hands and lips and tongues were mind-blowing and numerous. Kurt could easily spend his whole life without ever having anal sex, and still die a happy, sexually fulfilled man.

But it didn’t mean he never thought or fantasized about it. He did. A lot. And his fantasies were quite detailed. Or maybe extremely detailed. Some might even have called them plans.

Well, okay. Kurt had very detailed plans – a few of them, for different circumstances of course – for how their hypothetical first time could happen. He just wanted to be prepared if it ever did. He liked being prepared for everything. And if it ever happened, Kurt wanted to be ready to make it perfect. Because Blaine deserved perfect.

They had talked about it, of course – they talked about everything, that’s why they were so good together – and he knew that if Blaine would ever be ready to go all the way, he would want Kurt to make love to him first. Kurt had thought that after his past experience it would be the other way round, that he would prefer not to be in that position again, or at least not at the beginning. But Blaine explained that he could never, ever hurt Kurt, and until he checked and believed that sex really wasn’t all about pain and trauma, he couldn’t stand the thought of doing something like that to Kurt.

So Kurt knew what and how. Now he just needed to determine which of his plans would be the best choice. Specifically, he had to know one essential thing.

“Do you want to have full control over everything? Will you feel safer that way?”

“No. This time I want to – I feel I need to – give up control, to know that I let you guide me. It’s a trust thing. I give you permission and I trust you completely. And I know that if I say it’s enough at any moment, we’ll stop. Will you be all right with that?”

“Of course. So… just let me take care of you. Let me love you, Blaine.”

They kissed. And kissed, and kissed, and kissed. They kissed all the way through undressing each other – slowly, leisurely, happy to be together. There was nothing hurried about that night, nothing desperate. They’d been living together for years, had a regular, very satisfying sex life, they didn’t have to jump each other’s bones like horny teenagers. Tonight was special, even more so than Kurt thought it would be, and it was all about gentle touch and tender love. He would make sure of it.

They were both undressed now, only their underwear remained, and even after more than five years together, Kurt still felt his breath hitch at how gorgeous his boyf… no, his husband, was. All toned muscles and perfect proportions. His husband. This beautiful human being was his husband. His. Forever. It hit him more than it had at any other moment that day.

“I love you,” he whispered against the warm skin of Blaine’s neck, his hands sliding slowly down the smooth planes of his back. “So very much.”

“I love you too. I can’t believe we’re married. I never thought it would feel so good.”

Kurt chuckled. “It does, doesn’t it? Well, husband, do you mind if I go ahead to start the shower and ask you to join me in, say, five minutes?”

“Sure. I’ll go and prepare the supplies.”

“Ooh. You got supplies?”

“Of course I got supplies. I want to have sex with you, I couldn’t let something as stupid as lack of condoms ruin the prospect, could I?”

Kurt smiled and closed the bathroom door behind him, feeling the thrill of Blaine’s words slide over his skin. They were going to have sex tonight. No, make love. He was going to make love to his husband. For the first time, like this. He felt the heat coil low in his belly at the mere thought and the images it evoke. Hmm, definitely something that I’ll have to take care of. Premature orgasms weren’t on his to do list for a perfect first time. Not to mention, he wanted to be able to think somewhat clearly for as long as he could. This time, the first time, Blaine was more important than him. Kurt would have to make sure that he felt safe, that it was good for him before he could focus on himself. He washed quickly and when Blaine opened the sliding door to join him in the shower, he found Kurt leaning against the wall, stroking his cock leisurely.

“Starting without me? I thought we had plans for tonight.”

“Oh, we still do. It’s going to be a long, hot night. And I refuse to embarrass myself with too much enthusiasm later.”

“Oh, I see. In that case, mind if I help you?”

“Not at all.”

The sight of Blaine dropping to his knees in front of him, ready to put his amazing mouth to use, should have stopped being so damn hot after the first couple of hundred times. But the fact was, it never had. Kurt hoped it never would. But there was something different tonight: the touch of metal on the hand stroking him felt unfamiliar. Their wedding bands were designed to be reminiscent of their promise rings, only they were white gold instead of silver, and thicker, the infinity symbols still there. Kurt looked, transfixed.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just… I’ve never been blown by my husband before.”

“Oh. Right. And I’ve never given a blowjob to my husband. How about we rectify this situation?”

“Yes, please.”

It turned out his husband was just as talented at oral sex as his boyfriend had been.

After making sure fragments of his brain were all back together and not hiding, say, behind a bottle of shampoo, Kurt left Blaine there to actually take a shower and went to prepare the bedroom. There was already a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms on a bedside table. He looked at the box: latex. These wouldn’t do, not this time. Not with his plans for tonight.

Kurt dug deep in his drawer, pulling out a packet of polyurethane condoms. A small red bottle was already waiting in his bedside drawer, so he picked it up and laid it all out so that he could easily reach. Then he laid a fresh black sheet on top of their bedding and lit the candles that he’d placed strategically in the morning. They were all set in safe glass candleholders, so they wouldn’t have to worry about fire hazard even if they fell asleep. When he switched off the overhead lights, the bedroom looked cozy and inviting. The smell of sandalwood and lemon, a combination they both liked, was already wafting through the air from the two scented candles; not cloying, but there. Kurt checked the iPod in its deck to make sure the proper playlist was set, and started the soft music. When water stopped flowing in the bathroom, he asked through the door.

“Would you like some wine?”

“No, no alcohol.”

Kurt nodded to himself, knowing the unsaid not this time. That’s what he thought. He brought glasses of cold juice from the kitchen instead, a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit. He’d just finished setting it all up on the bedside tables and was checking his mental list to see if everything was ready when Blaine came in, naked save for the red towel around his waist. He looked around appreciatively, then picked up the additional packet of condoms, surprised.

“Are you allergic to latex? I didn’t know that.”

“I’m not. It’s just that I wanted to give you a massage, I’ve had it planned for tonight anyway, and oil is not a good combination with latex.”

“Wait. So… you’ve had it planned for tonight and you bought condoms especially for use with oil? But I thought… You said… You didn’t know…” Blaine’s face crumpled a little, so Kurt hurried to explain.

“No, honey, no! I wasn’t going to even talk about anything more than we’ve done before. I wouldn’t if you didn’t. I didn’t buy those for tonight. They’ve been in my drawer for the past… wait… three years? I think something about that. But they aren’t expired, I checked.”

“But why did you buy them then?”

“Um. Don’t laugh at me?”

“Okay.”

“You know me, right? Research and preparation is what I need to feel safe, in control. One night, years ago, I woke up thinking, what if you wanted to go further one day? And I didn’t know half of what I needed! I wasn’t prepared! So I researched. And I created a plan, just in case. And then another, for different circumstances. Several in fact. And then I bought supplies, just in case, to have on hand. That’s all. They’ll come in handy now.”

“You have a plan ready?” Blaine’s eyes were wide.

“Of course I do. Have you ever seen me doing anything without a plan? And this is important. This has to be perfect. For you.”

“Oh, Kurt. Don’t worry. It will be. It’s with you.”

They kissed and touched and fell into the easy comfort of each other’s arms, but Kurt pulled back before things could go too far.

“Could you lie on your stomach now?”

Blaine tensed a little, the blissful smile wavering despite his effort to stay calm.

“You’re not going to-“

Kurt smoothed a calming hand over his chest.

“Of course not. I thought you knew me by now? Would I ever do something so triggering?”

Blaine blushed, chastised.

“Right. Sorry, I guess I’m a bit nervous.”

“I know. I am too. But you know what? We don’t even have to do this tonight, there’s no hurry. We’ll just have a hot, sexy wedding night, with a massage like I planned, and kissing, and we’ll see where it takes us. I mean, we’ve never even tried fingering, we don’t have to jump right to the full thing at once.”

Blaine blushed harder, his eyes suddenly down as he murmured.

“I have.”

Kurt was sure he misunderstood, because Blaine definitely couldn’t mean what he thought he meant.

“You have what?” Blaine mumbled something quietly. “Blaine?”

“I’ve… um… tried fingering?”

“What?” Kurt couldn’t be more shocked. “But- How? When?”

“I- I do it in the shower sometimes. I tried after I first thought that maybe I’d like to try anal sex after all, and I really liked it, so…”

Kurt groaned. God. Blaine, in their shower, naked and flushed, with his fingers inside himself while jerking off… The image was way too much for Kurt’s active imagination.

“Great. There goes my calm certainty that I won’t end up like an excessively eager teenager. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me with that picture?”

“Sorry?”

Blaine’s voice was small and apologetic, but the smile trembling in the corners of his lips showed that he was far from it. This night was just getting better and better, wasn’t it? Kurt smirked.

“No you aren’t. And neither am I. I just wish you told me earlier if you’ve been doing it for… what, weeks?”

“More like months. But it wouldn’t be such a surprise tonight then. Have you ever tried?”

Kurt groaned when Blaine’s fingers ghosted over his already hardening cock.

“No. I’ve wanted to, for the longest time, but I’ve been afraid. You know how much I love when you touch my ass; what if I discovered I loved it and wanted more?”

“I think you would. I do.”

The sound that ripped out of Kurt’s throat could only be classified as growl. He moved away from Blaine’s hand quickly, reaching for the small red bottle.

“Okay. On your stomach please. Massage.” Blaine smiled mischievously, but complied. “Good. Now, I want you to know that if you feel my hands, lips or even my cock in the general area of your ass at any point, I won’t be doing anything more than what we’ve done before, okay? Not yet and not like this. So you can relax and enjoy.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

Massage had always been something fascinating for Kurt; a kind of magic that let you make people feel good and relaxed with your bare hands alone. He’d taken some classes to learn basic massage and acupressure techniques two years ago, and had studied a book on erotic massage quite thoroughly later. His skills had proven really useful, both in bed and out. It wasn’t often that he indulged Blaine with a full body massage, though – usually they got desperate and impatient after a few minutes, or there wasn’t enough time in their busy schedules. Generally slow, long foreplay lost the competition against fast, passionate sex and more sleep almost every time.

Tonight, however, they had all the time they wanted. Their plane to Italy didn’t leave until early evening tomorrow and they were mostly packed already, so until then there were just Kurt, Blaine, their bed and time. And Kurt had plans. True, they’d just been modified by Blaine’s revelations, but that was fine – a slow, prolonged erotic massage would be a great way to ease away any tension and make their night unforgettable for more reasons than one.

Pouring some of the oil into his cupped palm, Kurt rubbed it between his hands and straddled Blaine’s thighs. For a long time this position had been out of the question – any restriction of Blaine’s movements while he was on his stomach caused a panic attack. But the problem lessened with time, so now Kurt didn’t need to worry about it and could focus on his husband’s beautiful body, there for him to touch and stroke into a perfect vibration of desire.

Kurt smoothed his slicked hands over Blaine’s broad shoulders, kneading the tension from the long, emotional day out of them, and was rewarded with a relieved groan. Blaine loved Kurt’s hands on him, and not just in a sexual way. He was like a cat, sometimes almost purring under loving touch. Kurt focused his attention on the long planes of Blaine’s back, the muscles playing under his perfect olive skin, marred only by two barely visible scars from Eric’s teeth. He slid down the long gentle valley of Blaine’s spine, skimmed over the adorable twin dimples on his lower back that begged to be kissed. Kurt couldn’t resist and leaned in to trace one of them with his tongue, even as his hands were stroking and pressing, and then ghosting just lightly, teasingly over Blaine’s sensitive sides down to his slim waist. Blaine shivered and sighed with delight.

Kurt had known all the sensitive spots on Blaine’s body for a long time; every erogenous zone, every way of touching and caressing that evoked the strongest reactions. He was taking his time to revisit all of them tonight; kneading the small of Blaine’s back, down to where the cleft of his ass started. He spent some more time there, licking and sucking the smooth skin while Blaine arched and pressed against Kurt’s lips. Back to rubbing Blaine’s shoulders, then just skimming his fingertips down his arms, earning himself a delicious shiver and moan, to his palms, for a bit of acupressure.

Kurt slowly lay down on his husband’s back, his cock right along the crack of Blaine’s ass, to suck a mark right in that hypersensitive spot at the side of Blaine’s neck. Between the friction of sheets under him and the weight of Kurt’s cock against his ass, Blaine seemed lost for a moment, his hips stuttering, but before he could decide whether to press up or down, Kurt backed off of him and down to the end of the bed with a soft chuckle.

He took Blaine’s feet then, one by one – adding more oil, massaging the high arches, the backs of the toes, firmly enough not to tickle, his movements well practiced, fine-tuned to give the most pleasure and deeply relax. Blaine groaned into the pillows, slightly breathless, and Kurt brushed his fingers along the soles of his feet for the last time before moving up, kneading the calves in small, tight circles. He moved in then, to breathe warmly against the thin, soft skin at the back of a knee, and Blaine’s hips bucked up again. It was exactly the response Kurt was waiting for, of course – it was more about erotic now than about a massage. He ghosted his lips in the same spot, ending with a series of kitten licks, and oh, the way Blaine whimpered was so hot that words just jumped out of Kurt’s mouth, low and rough.

“God, Blaine, if you could see yourself now… You’re so beautiful, smooth skin and taut muscles, sprawled out like this for me.”

Blaine moaned again, louder, and Kurt kept mouthing his way up the back of one lean thigh while smoothing his hand up the inside of the other one, causing his husband to part his legs slightly. With a hum of approval, Kurt didn’t even stop before licking a long, wet line up the cleft of the perfect, round ass, and Blaine cried out. Kurt hummed.

“And your ass, Blaine. I will worship your ass forever.”

He poured a generous splash of the oil directly on the skin, and it slid down the crack before Kurt caught it with his hand and spread it all over the skin, alternately kneading and skimming. Fingers of his right hand slipped between the ass cheeks and he started lightly massaging around the tight hole, not pressing, just caressing the sensitive skin there. It was the best proof of Blaine’s trust in Kurt that he didn’t tense even the slightest bit, just gave in to the touch. Kurt’s tongue was there a moment later, teasing and flicking over the entrance, releasing a whole symphony of keening sounds that revealed just how close to the edge Blaine was.

Kurt moved away despite Blaine’s disappointed groan.

“Okay, turn over.”

Blaine’s eyes were blown black when he did, his lips bitten red and his cock jutting beautifully out, hard and leaking. There was already a small wet spot where it had been laying against the sheets before, and Kurt felt his resolve weaken. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would manage to tease Blaine before he himself broke down and jumped him. He just looked so gorgeous.

He made a shorter work of stroking and massaging the front of his husband’s body, focusing his attention on the sweet spots on his chest, stomach and thighs, but not touching his cock at all. Not yet. It was all build-up – and quite a successful one if he said so himself; Blaine was writhing on the bed and panting by the time Kurt deserted the bottle of oil and pressed his whole body against Blaine’s to finally dive down for a kiss.

One kiss turned into a dozen, and soon they were grinding and moaning, and Blaine’s hands were sliding and clutching everywhere. It was a feat of Kurt’s will that he managed to disentangle himself from their embrace after a while. He panted heavily, parting Blaine’s legs wider and settling between them.

“This is amazing, but I haven’t finished with you yet, mister.”

Blaine sounded just as breathless.

“What do you have in mind now?”

“Oh, this for starters.”

In one swift movement, Kurt swallowed Blaine’s cock whole. He might have learned to do this months later than Blaine, but once he grasped the concept, it turned out he was really talented. Sure enough, after just a couple of minutes of Kurt’s mouth sliding up and down, sucking, Kurt’s tongue swirling, throat relaxed and humming in pleasure, Blaine was like soft wax in his hands. He pulled off then, grabbing the bottle of oil and pouring more into his palm, then spreading it over to the other too. Blaine arched off the bed when Kurt’s slick hands closed over his erection and his balls, fingers brushing over his perineum.

After a few slides everything there was a slippery mess and Kurt kept teasing Blaine’s cock with one hand, while the other was working around his asshole now, the touch light, but persistent. His breath hitched when Blaine pressed against his finger with a whine; he looked up at the amber eyes.

“Blaine?”

“Please.”

***

Blaine felt like he was burning with desire. His blood was on fire, his skin oversensitive after Kurt’s ministrations and he ached with the need for more. More touch, more friction – until he felt Kurt’s slick fingers playing around his entrance; suddenly the thing he wanted more than anything was being filled. By Kurt’s fingers. By his cock. Oh god, Blaine ached with need at the mere thought.

And once Kurt understood Blaine’s plead and carefully slid one trembling finger into his hole, moaning at the sensation, Blaine realized that as much as he enjoyed fingering himself, he was up for something much, much better tonight. Kurt’s finger was longer and he had better access, which allowed him to press all the way in and experiment with different angles as he continued to finger Blaine slowly, leisurely, with awe in his eyes.

Blaine tried not to beg for more, but it was useless – after a while he was desperate for it and pleading, and so, so grateful when Kurt acquiesced, a little hesitant, and then he was suddenly relieved that Kurt had just stopped stroking his cock. Otherwise he would have come on the spot when the second finger slid in easily, satisfyingly deep, filling him. It was hard not to come anyway, with the sensations building up with every move of Kurt’s fingers, so Blaine tried to distract himself talking – utterly honest now, no filter between his brain and mouth whatsoever, he babbled and rambled, every word praising, worshipping, confessing.

“Ohmygod yes, Kurt, your fingers like this... I’ve imagined it every time I fingered myself, imagined I had your fingers deep inside me... filling me just like this... but god, this is so so so much better that I could ever expect... And you’re so gorgeous, naked and flushed and just for me... and... Kurt-”

It worked for a while. Watching Kurt’s beautiful face blush, his eyes become wide and glazed  and his breath come faster, was captivating and helped distract Blaine from the magic of Kurt’s fingers in his ass. But when another stroke of these curled fingers brushed against that elusive spot that Blaine had never been able to reach by himself, all control was lost and Blaine keened, arching from the bed.

In the next second he was clutching Kurt’s wrist in a death grip, panting heavily.

“Stop. Stopstopstop.” There was a flash of panic in his husband’s eyes and Blaine breathed deeply to calm down a bit. “Too hot. Come here. I need to cool off before we continue.”

Kurt smiled, relieved. Long minutes of lying face to face, kissing chastely, smiling, exchanging soft words of love and appreciation, and they were good to go again. Kurt’s fingers slipped back in, resuming their task. Soon enough Blaine felt loose and pliant, and ready for more. Kurt’s voice trembled a little as he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Just go slow, I’ve never used more than two.”

Kurt bit his lip in concentration and slipped his fingers all the way out before coating them with more oil and pressing back in. The additional finger was a bit of a stretch and it felt weird for a moment, but the fullness was heavenly, and soon Blaine pretty much forgot how to form coherent sentences. It wasn’t long before he was ready, so ready and begging for Kurt’s cock, but his husband was adamant.

“Not yet, Blaine. You’re not stretched enough.”

The sweet, sweet torture continued and soon Blaine felt himself relax even more around Kurt’s fingers and that was it. He would die if he had to wait any longer.

“Kurt. Please. Now.”

He wanted this so badly, nothing else mattered but the need to be filled; more, deeper, closer. He wanted Kurt in him, like he’d never wanted anything before.

But once Kurt pulled his hand away and Blaine’s brain stopped short-circuiting and regained a sliver of thinking abilities, enough to realize that this was it, they would have sex now, it turned out his body had opinions too. Suddenly, Blaine was shaking all over, so hard that all of his muscles almost locked. The calm composure that Kurt managed to keep all along began to fray now; there was fear in his eyes.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m just a bit nervous, but please, it doesn’t matter. I want you so much.”

“But… I don’t want to hurt you.” Kurt sounded so vulnerable now, close to tears, and Blaine pulled him close and breathed in his neck.

“But baby, I’m fine with it. I know it will hurt, but it’s you and I want this, and it will be good after a while.”

At least that was what he hoped for; what everyone said. Kurt didn’t look convinced; worse, he looked like he wanted to call it off now.

“Blaine, really. I’m not okay with hurting you. Maybe we should-“

No, damn it, no! Blaine just wanted this, now. He snapped, impatient and yearning.

“Fuck, Kurt, please. I’m not some blown glass figurine, I won’t shatter. Please, just- Please.”

His voice broke at the end, but his blowout must have been what Kurt needed, because he was reaching for a condom then, sliding it on with trembling fingers, pouring more oil over Blaine’s asshole, shamelessly spread and open, before slipping three fingers in again, and Blaine whimpered.

“No, Kurt-“

And then the fingers were gone, and Kurt was raising Blaine’s leg to support it on his shoulder. There was a thicker, blunt pressure against his entrance and Blaine tried to focus on breathing, on relaxing all over despite the violent shaking and his body trying to clench and withdraw instinctively. It didn’t work too well though, his body kept tensing, remembering this sensation of cock against his ass, and all it recalled was painpainpain. His eyes closed on their own volition, his jaw clenched, but there was a soft hand on his cheek instantly and he looked up to see the most beautiful eyes in the world – forget-me-not blue tonight – anchoring him like they had so many times before. Kurt smiled softly and this alone eased most of the tension in Blaine’s body. This was Kurt. His husband, the love of his life; the one person he wanted to give all of himself to. He’d wanted this for months, dreamed about this. He had no doubts at all.

Kurt must have seen it in his eyes, heard it in his voice before, maybe even read it telepathically. They seemed to have that kind of connection sometimes, honestly. Blaine let out a shuddering breath and Kurt took his right hand, leaving the other one on Blaine’s hip for support.

“I love you, Blaine. So, so much. I never knew it’s possible to love like this. I’d do anything for you, anything to keep you happy, safe, unharmed.” Blaine felt as if Kurt’s words were filling him with warmth and comfort, and he smiled. Kurt spoke on. “And I can’t believe that you still want to give me this, be with me this way, but I appreciate it… so much… ah… and I promise… oh god… promise to take the best care of you…oh-“

It was Kurt’s voice, breaking over gasps and getting breathy and high, more than anything else, that made Blaine realize that his husband was rocking gently into him, sliding in slowly, in tiny increments, and he gasped, tensing. Kurt froze immediately where he was, and soothed.

“Hey. Baby, look at me. Please look at me?” Blaine did, his eyes locking on Kurt’s. He was terrified and excited, and it was happening, right now, and- “Blaine. Look at me. I’d never hurt you. We’re here together, just you and me. Let me love you. Let me make this the best possible experience for you.”

Blaine felt the spiraling tension unwind inside his chest and he relaxed again, just his hand squeezing Kurt’s tightly. Smiling, Kurt nodded.

“Good. Just like that. Keep looking at me. You’re amazing, so beautiful and hot, so brave. And you feel so good, Blaine. So, so good I can barely keep myself from coming right now.”

Blaine felt Kurt resume his tiny, gentle thrusts and now that he paid attention, he realized with a start that while he felt some discomfort of stretching and a burning sensation, there was no actual pain. It was all so tender, so full of love and care, and oh, so filling that he moaned.

Kurt was moving, still slow and gentle, and the discomfort was still there, but mostly it was just full, wonderfully, blessedly full and oh, Blaine loved it. He opened his eyes and seconds later Kurt’s hips touched his ass, and his jaw dropped. They’d done it. They were doing it and it was so different from what Blaine remembered that the old memory seemed like nothing more than a nightmare now.

He had no time to linger on that thought, because then Kurt was pressing closer, leaning forward to lay against him, supporting his weight on his forearms, and Blaine instinctively wrapped his legs around his husband’s waist, pulling him even closer. And then Kurt’s lips were on his; there was such tenderness and awe in his eyes that Blaine’s heart swelled even more.

“I love you,” he whispered against Kurt’s lips, and they didn’t need telepathy; he knew that Kurt understood that it meant Thank you and Forever and Only you and so many other things that didn’t need words at all.

Kurt smiled.

“I love you too.”

And then he moved his hips, their eyes still locked, and the whole world around them didn’t matter anymore. They were here. Together.

Eye to eye, heart to heart, their hands joined, felt safe and familiar... until Kurt moved against him and the world rocked. Blaine had never actually considered what it would be like when – and if at all – Kurt was already inside him. The jolt of raw pleasure that ran through him left Blaine stunned and breathless and moaning low in his throat, because he’d never felt anything like this – never imagined that anything as good as this sensation was possible. It was all perfect fullness just on the edge of too much and the mesmerizing drag of skin, delightful friction alighting sparks in Blaine’s blood, but most of all, it was Kurt. Kurt, who’d been so close to him for years, in every possible sense, yet never like this – never feeling as if they were one, their boundaries blurring and unimportant, their love and desire palpable.

Kurt looked equally amazed and awed above him, breathing shallow and fast, and god they would be so doing this again. And again. Till the end of the world, in every possible way. But that would be later; now the pleasure multiplying with every thrust of Kurt’s hips was quickly making Blaine unable to think or articulate anything other than the helpless whining, keening sounds and his husband’s name whispered fervently, heated like a benediction.

With any semblance of rational thinking gone, emotions and sensations were all that was left and suddenly it was like Blaine’s world was shifting, walls inside his mind moving, barriers he hadn’t even noticed before disappearing and god, there was so much more to life, so much to discover and learn and see, not just sexually, but a whole world of experiences. It felt like finding the last elements of himself that had been missing for so long that he’d forgotten about them entirely; like everything was falling into its place and making him complete at last.

Blaine realized there were tears on his cheeks only when Kurt froze inside him and kissed them off. He said nothing, but there was a question in his eyes that were bluer than ever now, a tiny hint of uncertainty, and Blaine shook his head quickly.

“I’m just... happy.”

He hoped Kurt would understand, would be able to read it from the tone of his voice and his eyes – the revelation and the completion, the everything. And maybe he had, because his eyes teared up too, and their kiss was soft and a little salty until it turned deep and dirty, and Kurt’s hips were moving again, picking up speed, and Blaine groaned into the sweaty skin of his husband’s neck.

“Kurt... so close, so-”

Kurt raised higher on his forearms, slightly changing the angle of his increasingly chaotic thrusts in the process and Blaine cried out as Kurt’s cock hit that perfect spot, stars appearing before his closed eyes, liquid heat rapidly coiling low in his belly, ready to overflow or explode, or possibly both. Kurt was panting above him, every breath a litany of Blaine and yes, and then he brushed his hand over Blaine’s cock and that was it. Blaine came so hard he felt like he was going to shatter, the world exploding into shards of light, the pounding of his blood the only sound around.

Eventually Blaine came down, slowly, gradually, as if gliding gently down after a thrilling flight, back to their bedroom where everything was soft – the music, the light, Kurt’s skin against his chest. Their eyes met, smiling and bright, and Blaine spoke lazily.

“Kurt?”

“Mm?”

“You still want to try this the other way round?”

“Mm.”

“Good.”

THE END