Despite the rapid pace that they're going, the words still catch Blaine by surprise.

I wanna fuck you.

Blaine stops moving, staring at Kurt for a moment, before panting out, "Really?"

Kurt nods furiously, rocking his leg up into Blaine's crotch, and Blaine lets out a moan, readjusting his hold on Kurt's shoulder. "Yes, really."

Everything in Blaine wants to say Yes, right now, do it right now, but he doesn't. He blinks. He swallows. He rubs a hand over the bulge in his jeans. And he sighs. "Are you sure?"

Kurt's eyebrows scrunch together for a moment before answering. "Of course, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes won't settle as he does all he can to make sure that Kurt has thought this through. "Really?"

All Blaine sees when he sets his eyes on Kurt, inches from him, is concern. Kurt's thumb comes up to stroke over his face softly. "Blaine, what's going on? I mean, do you want to do this?"

"Yes, yes, I do, I promise." Blaine whines, pawing down Kurt's chest with his fingertips as he locks eyes with Kurt. Blaine feels ridiculous, and he's not even sure exactly what he's getting at when Blaine mutters, "Sit down on the bed."

Kurt cups Blaine's face, confusion lining his own. "Blaine, what-"

"Just do it, please." Blaine begs, desperation coming out in his face.

Kurt does, backing himself up to the bed and letting himself fall onto it, staring back at Blaine against the wall with his arms crossed over his stomach. "Blaine, are you okay?"

Blaine nods, his eyes studying the carpet. "Yeah, I just can't really think clearly when you're so close. Your smell and how you feel and what you do. I just...need to think."

"I really do that to you?"

Blaine looks up to see Kurt biting his lip, a smile fighting to break through. It spurns one on Blaine's lips as well. "Yeah. Always."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Kurt asks tentatively, pulling a leg up onto the bed and curling it inwards.

Blaine shrugs with a sigh. "I guess it depends on the scenario..." Kurt nods in understanding, but otherwise stays silent, letting Blaine think. But Blaine isn't so sure he needs to think anymore. He knows what he wants to say, he's just a little afraid to say it.

He finally meets Kurt's eyes, where he sees worry, which Blaine is sure he mirrors. "Kurt, I love you, and I really want you. But I just need to know that this is what you want." Kurt makes a noise to protest, but Blaine raises a hand to quiet him, and Kurt obeys immediately. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you won't regret this."

Kurt straightens himself up where he sits, and he pierces straight into Blaine with his gaze. It's determined and resolute and a vibrant kind of sexy that reassures Blaine without the words even leaving Kurt's mouth. "Blaine, for as long as I live, I will never regret doing this with you."

Blaine puffs out a breath held in his lungs, running a hand through his hair before refining the matter. "And you promise we'll discuss everything after we do it?"

Kurt nods abruptly. "I promise we'll discuss everything and anything you want."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Blaine gives an easy smile, and Kurt follows. He makes his way to the bed, kneeling on either side of Kurt's legs with the bed sinking underneath his weight. Blaine's been in this position a million times with a million men in a million different situations, but this one makes his skin tingle. It makes him giddy with excitement and anticipation and it's Kurt who he's doing it with, and it makes him just plain silly. "Now what are you waiting for? Make love to me, you wild stallion." Blaine says, scrunching his face and tossing his head about in mock passion.

Kurt throws his head back in a laugh, fastening his hands around Blaine's waist before saying, "You know, I've been counting the minutes until I get to trace that tattoo of yours with my tongue."

"Yeah?" Blaine grins as he slides off of Kurt, slipping the button of his jeans and slowly undoing the zipper. Blaine holds onto them for a moment, looking at Kurt, before dropping them, along with his jaw, as if to say oops, which he clearly did not mean. He steps out of them and kicks them aside with little care, standing in front of Kurt in his dark blue boxer-briefs, a very visible hard-on, and an untethered friskiness that projects onto Kurt in an obvious way.

"Mmhm." Kurt growls, eyes fixated on the V of Blaine's hips, where Blaine's thumbs are tucked securely under the waistband of his underwear. "Every single second."

Blaine smirks, beginning to tug them down. "Well I think your stopwatch just died."

And Blaine lets them fall to the floor as well.

~*~

Kurt's heard many times that when you finally get what you want, it's almost impossible to process it. That there is so much running through your head, so much disbelief, that the traffic causes a lack of focus. And he had fully expected that to happen when he first saw Blaine naked. He'd expected to be entirely overwhelmed and want to just sit and take him in for hours, wait until he's had his fill and can actually think, before getting down to the nitty gritty.

Kurt is very, very glad to report that none of this is the case.

The moment the last stitch of clothing on Blaine's body hits the carpet, Kurt doesn't experience any epiphanies or oh my god this is really happening I can't believe it. The only thing that goes through his head is...

Gimme.

It's selfish and primal and irrational, Kurt is at least aware of that much, but hell if he cares. Blaine is stark naked in front of him, all tanned skin and trimmed hair and sculpted body and everything he's dreamed of for months on end, all on display just for him.

And his cock. Dear god, his cock. Hard and erect, thick and cut, framed with neat, dark curls that Kurt wants to bury his face in while Blaine pulses his come hot down his throat. He's smaller than Kurt is, and Blaine had hinted at that before when he'd guessed Kurt's size, but he's bigger than Adam and that only thrills Kurt more.

One thing is for sure: Kurt and Blaine's solitary foray into phone sex had never given Kurt the flawless visual that was standing in front of him at this very moment.

For all of this poetic analysis wrestling through his brain, the response he actually vocalizes is bastardized to say the least.

"Fuck."

The laugh Blaine gives is two parts amusement, one part nerves from what Kurt can assess, and he seeks to eradicate that one part as soon as possible.

"It's really not much." Blaine says, self-deprecating, extending his hands out to the sides for a moment before letting them slap back to his legs with the momentum of released tension.

Kurt shakes his head reassuringly. "No, Blaine, it's a lot. It's a whole hell of a lot. Come here." He holds out his hands, and Blaine takes them with an anxious, but excited smile. "Lie down, please?"

"Yes sir." The word makes Kurt's arm hair stand on end, but he resolves to play with that "sir" dynamic a little later. Blaine crawls onto the bed and rests against the pillows, lifting his arms to fold underneath his head and leaving his body on show for Kurt.

Kurt takes the opportunity to remove his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, surprised when he hears an unexpected intake of breath from Blaine's direction.

"What? Is something wrong?" Kurt asks, somewhat panicked.

"I..no...you're just...god." Blaine speaks with wide eyes, and Kurt would wager that those overwhelming feelings that Kurt didn't experience on seeing Blaine undressed are exactly what Blaine is undergoing in the opposite viewpoint.

"Oh..." Kurt blushes, suddenly very self-conscious. He folds his arms over his chest timidly, and Blaine protests almost instantly.

"No, don't!" He lashes out a hand, half sitting up in the process to try and pry Kurt's hands away from himself. Kurt laughs lightly, smacking Blaine's hand away, but relents and removes his hands from his torso. "Don't ever hide yourself, Kurt. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Blaine says it with such earnest intent that it fills Kurt with warmth and, as sex-driven as it sounds, lust for the man in the room with him that Kurt pounces. Blaine yelps at the impact, grinning all the while, and Kurt lands a sloppy kiss on his lips just because he can.

"Take off your underwear." Blaine says, squeezing at his ass through the fabric. "I need to see your 7/5 that I predicted so long ago."

"Blaine! It's probably not even that big..."

"Oh, it is. Trust me." Blaine says with the kind of adamancy that Kurt should have, not him. Kurt takes a deep breath, giving him a here goes look before shimmying himself out of his underwear.

When Blaine takes him in, he's quiet. But when he speaks again, his voice is deeper. Husky and masculine. It's effect on Kurt is akin to hot coffee warming his bones on a winter morning. "Yeah. I was right."

"Oh, shut up." Kurt rolls his eyes as he tries to hide the shiver that rolls through every other part of him, and slides himself down Blaine's torso until he is level with Blaine's hips. "I believe I have some business to attend to down here that I've been eagerly awaiting."

Next to Kurt's face, Blaine's dick gives a definitive twitch, and Kurt smirks. "Don't tempt me." Kurt scolds, not quite sure why he's reprimanding a hunk of flesh instead of the human who owns it, but Blaine bursts into laughter anyway, and Kurt blushes again. Goddamn Blaine making him blush like this. It's not like he's a virgin, far from it. But Blaine reduces him to feeling that way.

"You're so fucking cute." Blaine says, and Kurt scowls up at him.

"Are you still gonna think that when I'm ramming my cock up your ass?" Kurt challenges.

Blaine shrugs. "Probably. But it'll be entwined with 'fucking sexy' as well. You're always cute."

Kurt tries not to smile, and decides to train his eyes on the marked skin under him instead. Up close, he can see the barest change in texture between the ink and the skin, most prominent in the bold coloring of the artificial lips. Kurt brings a finger up to trace along the tattooed mouth, feeling the smooth surface, offset by the occasional scratch of Blaine's leg hair. He follows the ink along the musical notes that make the tongue, rounding back to the lips where he began. Kurt glances up to Blaine to see him, his actual lips parted and staring at Kurt with wonder and lust. Kurt holds his gaze as he sinks his mouth down over the skin, and draws his tongue over the surface.

Blaine moans as Kurt sucks at him, pulling the skin into his mouth. He tugs it between his teeth, bathes over it with his tongue in broad licks, doing anything and everything that Kurt can think of that involves his mouth and the colored ink. Blaine's reaction enthralls Kurt more than anything, compels him to go onward, and it gives Kurt a little boost in esteem.

Blaine takes everything Kurt does very well, all things considered, and Kurt's pride skyrockets when Blaine at last shouts to the ceiling, "Oh my god, Kurt, please, suck me. Suck my dick, please."

Kurt releases the skin in his mouth with a wet pop, giggling against the slick expanse at Blaine's desperation.

"It's not funny!" But Blaine has a laugh in his voice anyway. "Or fair! What you're doing is so far from fair...it's in Asia right now, eating domestic Japanese food."

"You're awful coherent right now." Kurt accuses, pinching Blaine's inner thigh.

Blaine narrows his eyes almost threateningly. "Make me not so coherent, then."

When Kurt takes Blaine into his mouth, he hears every ounce of breath that Blaine possesses cascade out of him at once as his head hits the pillows.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt."

Kurt smiles against him as he drags his open mouth up and down the side of him, sucking on his balls and making his way back up to smother him in wet heat once more.

"That satisfactory for you?" Kurt teases.

Blaine groans. "Shut up."

Blaine feels fantastic, so thick and alive, pulsing with blood and warmth and vitality. The bitter taste of precome dribbles into his mouth as he sucks and licks at Blaine's cock with fervor, framing his sharp hipbones with nimble fingers and staring up at Blaine with mischief in his eyes. Blaine's hands clench against the slats in his headboard above his head as he returns Kurt's gaze, his hips occasionally jerking upwards into Kurt's mouth. The deeper Kurt takes Blaine, the more those little jolts make him gag, but the greater the thrill that runs through him like sweet venom-intoxicating and overwhelming and poisonous in a truly dangerous way.

Kurt slurps his way off of Blaine a final time, placing a gentle kiss to the head of his dick before landing a much wetter one to the still slick skin baring the tattoo on Blaine's hip. The rise and fall of Blaine's chest is certainly not minimal, and Kurt takes pride in that fact.

"I need you to fuck me." Blaine whimpers, stroking a hand over his cock, dragging it through the saliva coating him. When Kurt is hit with the reality that it's his own saliva, something hot twists through him, and that initial vigor to fuck burns through him like wildfire. "My drawer." Blaine indicates, and Kurt crawls from between Blaine's legs over to the right bedside table and yanks open the drawer. His eyes immediately fall on a box of spilled condoms and a quarter-full bottle of lube, and he snatches both. He's about to close it when his eye spots...a vibrator.

Large. Very large. Larger than Kurt, for sure. Flesh colored with sculpted balls at the base and a sturdy silicone structure. Kurt's fingers twitch. He wets his lips. And he stares.

"Don't you even fucking think about that, Kurt Hummel. Not right now."

Kurt rears his head back to Blaine, who isn't even looking at him, his eyes are closed as he lies back on the bed, but he obviously knows what is in his drawer and he knows what Kurt would be thinking.

Blaine blinks his eyes open at Kurt and gives him a firm look. "The only thing that is touching my asshole today will be attached to your body, do you understand? Toys are for another occasion."

Kurt nods stiffly, regretfully, even though he agrees and he knows Blaine is right.

"Some other time, I'll let you tie me to the bed, and you can do whatever you goddamn well please with whatever toy you want until I scream and beg for mercy, but right now is not that time, okay?"

The image of Blaine sprawled out and truly fucked on his bed while Kurt experiments with all the toys that Blaine owns creeps its tendrils around his mind, but he decides to log that scene away for his next lonely night at the apartment. Kurt smiles extensively, slamming the drawer shut with his spoils. "Deal."

"Good." Blaine smiles back, letting his legs fall to the sides to create a space for Kurt to maneuver into. Kurt makes a home there, flattening onto his stomach and welcoming a face full of very naked, very exposed Blaine right at eye level. He lays a hand on Blaine's splayed inner thigh and slips a thumb into his divide, putting his hole on display for him and the open air of the room. And Kurt doesn't want to ask, he really doesn't, but he has to. He removes his thumb and his entrance is obscured again as Kurt looks up at Blaine, who basks in utter contentment above him.

"Blaine, how long ago did Sebastian..." Kurt drops off the end of his sentence, hoping sincerely that he doesn't have to clarify in exact words.

He can tell he doesn't have to, because the contentment falters. Blaine shifts uncomfortably, scooting himself against the pillows. "I don't know...four hours? I sort of fell asleep after...and I woke up when he left."

Kurt nibbles on his lip, but nods. "No, that's fine. You didn't know, and I just sort of burst in and we...it's okay."

Blaine's face crumbles the slightest amount "It's not like it makes this less special to me, Kurt, I promise. You're the one that I want. I didn't go with him, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I know this is special. It's special for me too."

Blaine smiles at him reassuringly, and Kurt's spirits lift just seeing it. And then Blaine takes a deep breath and says, "I don't want you to finger me. I...I want you to stretch me open. With your cock. I know I'm already open from before, just enough to make it stretch. I just love...I want...I want to finally feel you." The way Blaine's brow furrows, the way his fingers fiddle with the sheets, reads to Kurt as if he's...nervous? Or concerned that Kurt will deny it to him. Maybe he's trying to repair the fact that Sebastian had just fucked him a few hours earlier and he wants that stretch to be from Kurt's cock, and Kurt's cock only. It makes Kurt's heart hurt to see that look in Blaine's eyes after all they've been through to get to this point. He wants to be able to prove to Blaine that Kurt will take him how he is, however he is, with no complaints.

"Blaine, of course. I would love to do that. As long as you won't get hurt or-"

"I won't! I know my limits and I'm very elastic, I promise."

Kurt muffles a laugh into Blaine's thigh letting the gravity of the moment pass. Once it has, the heat creeps back up into his face, his gaze. "There is nothing I would love more than to stretch your ass open on my cock, baby."

Blaine's eyes fight where exactly to land on Kurt's face, looking as if they just want to be able to be everywhere. "And there's nothing I want more than to take it."

When Kurt repositions to sit on his heels, he hauls Blaine with him by the legs, and Blaine squeals. His ass sits proudly high upon Kurt's thighs and his calves drift off Kurt's legs at the knee, hanging adorably in the air and hovering over the bed. Blaine is red faced and grinning, his head, back, and shoulders all flat on the sheets with his arms outspread above him from the sudden jerk downwards of his body and the slow catch-up of his limbs.

Kurt admires the creases and folds of Blaine's abdomen created by his awkward, upward-sloped positioning, the sparse hair that speckles between his pecs, the trail leading down from his belly button to the springy patch at the base of his cock.

Kurt grabs for the lube and squirts out an initial amount over Blaine's hole. Blaine gasps sharply at the cool liquid, and Kurt rubs it in a little with two fingers, dipping in just a little to make the slide easier. Blaine moans, tucking his face into his arm; Kurt takes that as his cue to make quick work of the condom and lubes himself up sufficiently, hauling Blaine up once more as Kurt gets his final positioning situated. He slips out from under Blaine's ass, and he bounces as he lands on the mattress.

"Hold your legs open." Kurt commands gently, and Blaine rushes to obey, grabbing behind his knees and spreading them liberally to give Kurt room. Kurt, at last, lines himself up with Blaine's entrance, and grasps Blaine's hip with his other hand. "Ready?"

Blaine rolls his eyes. "Have been since the day I met you."

Kurt smirks, but uses that to propel himself forward, and for the very first time, feel the tight ring of Blaine's ass stretch around his cock.

~*~

When Kurt pushes inside of Blaine for the first time, an explosion of stuff blunders through his mind and body. It's extraordinarily ineloquent and stupid, but it just is, and Blaine doesn't know how else to explain it. At first, it's only the head of Kurt's cock that is holding him open, but that's enough for the initial push, and almost more than Blaine can handle.

His head is a big ball of fuzzy monochromatic noise, like someone just pulled the cable cord on an HD television in his brain and suddenly Blaine can't see anything, can't hear anything. The radio is off frequency, the microphone is too close to the amp, and it's all blaring at the exact same time. All he knows is that there is something between his legs that feels more amazing than he's ever felt before, and the sane part of him is determined to tune in as quickly as possible to figure out just what it is.

And like a switch, Kurt's cock slips deeper inside him, and Blaine knows exactly where he is again, who's between his legs, and what they are doing there. "Kurt." He whimpers out feebly, sweat beading at his forehead, groping his hand around the mattress in search of Kurt's hand. Luckily Kurt responds quickly, snatching up Blaine's hand and clutching it tightly with a broad, bright, classic Kurt Hummel smile-but then something more. Something in his eyes, in his face, that Blaine would like to think is especially reserved for him.

"You're still really fucking tight, Blaine." Kurt says, his face scrunching up in an impossibly adorable way as he slides in another inch. Blaine barely catches the expression as his own eyes flutter shut for a moment with a moan at the stretch and friction.

"Not all my fault. God you're so big."

Kurt huffs out a laugh above him, a loose lock of hair on Kurt's forehead blowing about with the action. "I'm sure you've had bigger." He says modestly-well, what Blaine would consider modest.

"Bigger isn't always better, sweetheart." Blaine reassures, and squeezes Kurt's hand. Kurt grins down at him so fucking charmingly, and yeah, Blaine is pretty fucking sure that even though he's nearly balls-deep inside him and about to fuck him within an inch of his life, the sun still shines out of Kurt's ass. "So why don't you show me what you can do with that cock, my big boy?" Blaine tempts, wiggling his hips down onto Kurt.

Kurt twitches his lips into an adorable half-smile. "Yours?"

Blaine can't keep the smile from his face as he returns the word, loaded with so much meaning. "Yours." A sentimentality passes between them, and they grin at each other, the reality that this is actually happening settling in the air. Blaine breaks it, however, with a playful tone. "Ok, enough of the schmoop. Fuck me."

"Mood-killer." Kurt mumbles, adjusting his hold on Blaine.

"Excuse me if I have trouble keeping up the cutesy when your dick is in my ass-ah!" Blaine is cut off by the final thrust of Kurt's cock, bottoming out inside of him and feeling his balls smack dully at his ass.

"Better?" Kurt asks with a proud smirk, hovering over Blaine's form.

"Mmm, much." Kurt smiles above him, sucking Blaine's lips into his mouth, and Kurt starts to move. "God, that's more like it." Blaine muses, his head tilting up and his legs wrapping around Kurt. The thrusts are heavy and filling and so good, Blaine doesn't notice the constant string of moans and gasps trailing from his mouth.

"You feel fucking amazing, baby." Kurt says, kissing him as his hips work steadily, pulling his cock out and snapping back in again.

"So do you, shit." Blaine moans entwining his fingers in Kurt's hair and digging his heels into his ass. "Faster, come on."

Kurt obliges as soon as the words are out of his mouth, and Kurt's cock starts pounding into his ass. Blaine's jaw falls open as he's continually jostled up the bed, the smacking of Kurt's hips against him sending tingles down his spine, and he wishes he could record it and set it as his fucking ringtone or something.

Blaine slips a hand down his chest and closes a hand around his cock, stroking leisurely in time with Kurt's thrusts, thumbing the precome down the length of himself. "Fuck, don't stop, baby."

"Wasn't planning on it." Kurt snarks, and suddenly his hands curl right underneath the globes of Blaine's ass and he heaves Blaine up as he pushes himself up onto his knees.

"Jesus fuck!" Blaine exclaims at the change in angle, Kurt drilling his cock directly down into his ass and hitting him just right. "Right there, shit, don't fucking move!"

"You just open right up for it, don't you, baby?" Kurt's hips propel forward harder and harder. "Open right up for my cock."

"God, I can't-fuck-not when you're so-oh-fucking perfect at using it." Blaine pants out, his ass squeezing around the thickness inside of him.

"You probably say that to all your fucks." Kurt keeps talking as he fucks him, the slippery sound of lube and the swish of the condom a consistent reminder of just how well he's doing it. "Most guys have trouble fitting my thick cock in their ass, but not you. Getting fucked so often, you could take anything, huh?"

Blaine's open mouth pulls into a smug grin. "There's that size pride I've been waiting for. Knew you had some in you."

"Well I'm pretty sure it's in you too right now, if I'm not mistaken. Sucking up my cock like this." Kurt banters back, picking up speed, and Blaine's breath hitches with it.

"God, you're so dirty, Mr. Hummel." Blaine teases, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as well. "I never-" But Kurt is pulling out and flipping Blaine over onto his hands and knees before he can finish, plunging back in with purpose. "Fuck, I love taking it from behind." Blaine croons, scrambling a hand behind him to grab hold of Kurt's neck and pull him into a filthy kiss.

"You love taking any way you can get it, don't flatter me." Kurt scoffs, taking a firm hold on Blaine's hips and letting him have it. The way Kurt's hips press flush against the hot flesh of his ass on every thrust is magnetic and Blaine finds himself pushing back onto Kurt's cock just to have that contact if just a moment sooner.

Blaine's head tips backwards and he stares up at Kurt, his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth sexily as his cock hammers into him. Kurt's eyes fall on Blaine's, and he smirks, his hips slowing slightly. "What?" Kurt asks, pressing his fingers into the lushness of Blaine's ass cheek.

Blaine just smiles up at him, little whines making their way from his throat out from his closed lips and into the room as background noise every time Kurt fills him up. "I just like you touching me." Blaine finally says. "Like you fucking me."

A smile hell-bent on putting the sunrise to shame spreads across Kurt's face, despite the fact that his cock is still deep inside of Blaine. Kurt falls like silk over the expanse of Blaine's back, the palms of his hands cupping over Blaine's on the bed. He sweetly slips his fingers into the spaces between Blaine's and kisses him.

"Well I like touching and fucking you." Kurt whispers at his lips. "So it's a win/win as far as I'm concerned." Blaine feels Kurt's hips rolling into his ass smoothly as he continues to kiss him, his dick stroking along his insides, and in that moment Blaine actually feels like he's being made love to. And he doesn't mind at all. "Who's being cutesy now?" Kurt teases, but there's nothing to it, because Kurt's face is soft and his smile is light and his eyes are illuminated with Blaine in their reflection.

"Touch me." Blaine speaks softly into Kurt's mouth, and his lip is captured between Kurt's teeth. Kurt's hands caress up Blaine's arms, over his biceps, his shoulders, down his back. Blaine chuckles lightly, knocking his nose against Kurt's. "No, I mean... I'm gonna come. Touch me and keep fucking me like that. Deep, just like that."

Kurt hums into him and takes his time dragging his fingertips down Blaine's body before wrapping his hand around Blaine's cock dangling heavy between his legs. His strokes are tight and slow as his own cock slides deeper inside of Blaine, and Blaine's head drops between his shoulders with a sigh. He watches Kurt's delicate hand pump at his cock, dripping at the head, and Kurt begins pressing kisses between his shoulder blades.

"God, Kurt..." Blaine sighs, rocking his hips back in rhythm with Kurt's movements. Kurt's other hand tucks into Blaine's curls and lifts his head up gently.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Blaine." Kurt moans into his ear, accompanied by the muffled slap of Kurt's hips on his ass.

Blaine feels himself falling apart as Kurt's hand twists and pulls at his cock and his breathing grows heavy, every thrust of Kurt inside of him sparking new arousal within his body. "God, I'm so close. Just keep fucking me, please."

"I'll keep fucking you until you come on my cock, baby." Kurt says, sucking Blaine's earlobe into his mouth and stroking harder and faster at Blaine. Blaine groans as he starts bucking into Kurt's fist, hands squeezing at the sheets underneath him.

"Fuck, Kurt, please." And he's coming with a gasp, his hips jerking into Kurt's hand and his limbs shaking and his heart pounding. He feels Kurt's hand stroke down his back as he fucks him through it, securing his hand around Blaine's waist to hold him up. "God, keep going, want you to come inside me." Blaine sobs, still shivering while he thrusts back onto Kurt.

"Shh, I will, baby." Kurt placates, kissing his neck and fucking harder into him with his own orgasm. "Open up for me."

Blaine moans, his cock twitching feebly beneath him, and his arms give out, leaving him with his ass in the air. "Come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Blaine grits out as Kurt once again grips his hips and starts to fuck into him hard.

Kurt is grunting and sweating and whining above him as he works, and it's not long at all before he's collapsing on top of Blaine with a loud cry, his hips jolting inside of Blaine as he comes.

The sweat between them is sticky and disgusting and wonderful, and the flow of Kurt's breath against the back of his neck as it dries is a sharp chill. Kurt's cock slips out of him of its own accord and Kurt giggles.

"You tired him out." Kurt jokes, indicating to his dick before searching for Blaine's hand to hold, which Blaine supplies readily.

"I'm a lot to handle. But I think you knew that. Not sure if he did." Blaine returns with a smile as he gestures to Kurt's spent dick as well. Kurt laughs at that, lifting himself up so Blaine can flip over onto his back. Kurt rests against his chest peacefully as it rises and falls, and he traces lines across Blaine's stomach with his fingers. "That was amazing."

Kurt grins up at him, hair askew and looking like sex, hugging a hand around his waist. "Pretty damn, yeah."

Blaine snorts, tucking a hand around Kurt's shoulders in kind. "No need to overstate for my sake."

Kurt laughs again, kissing his collarbone softly, but when he looks up at Blaine again his face is sincere and gentle. "I've never had better. And that's a fact."

Blaine leans down and kisses his forehead. "Me neither. And that's not an overstatement for your sake either."

Kurt settles into Blaine's arms easily and breathes. "I know."

The conversation is sparse; Blaine mutters something about a shower and Kurt expresses an interest in taking one together. But the two don't move. A companionable silence passes among them as the reality of what they've just done relaxes into their bones. Until the thought crosses Blaine's mind and he can't stay silent.

"So, tattoos, huh?"

Kurt smacks him.