"God, fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder, harder, harder!"

"Jesus Christ, you don't shut up, do you?"

"I would if you just...just fucking...nnng yes, just like that, come on."

Kurt holds back a laugh of incredulity, shaking his head back and forth as he holds Blaine's hips and fucks into him according to Blaine's 'instructions'. "You are absolutely unbelievable!"

"Don't act like you don't-fuck­-love every second of it." Blaine looks back at him with a smirk. As ridiculous as it seems, it still makes Kurt's stomach swoop to see Blaine here on his bed while Rachel is out auditioning, being fucked as thoroughly as Kurt can manage. The smirk, the way he peers over his own shoulder to snag a glance at Kurt, the way he intersperses curses with moans and near-casual conversation-Kurt adores it.

"You sure seem to have a lot of experience with this. What are you, a whore?" Kurt teases, pinching the flesh of Blaine's ass. Blaine snorts out loud, shaking his head just as fondly as Kurt had just a few moments prior.

"I'll tell you right now that that joke isn't funny now and it won't be funny the next three times you say it before I break up with you."

"You. Are no. Fun." Kurt grunts, punctuating the words each with an especially harsh thrust.

"Says the man balls deep in my ass." Blaine snarks. "You are perfectly-shit-welcome to stick your cock in some other twink. Someone you find much more fun." Kurt knows he's joking, that they're both so sickeningly in love with each other they could probably power a small city with it. That doesn't stop him from flipping Blaine onto his back, his cock slipping out with the abrupt movement, and draping his body over Blaine's entirely.

Kurt grins widely down at Blaine, who returns it as good as he gets, as Kurt strokes a finger down his cheek. "Nah. I think this one is a keeper."

"Kurt..." Blaine says, awed, almost reverent, his eyes shimmering with something akin to wonder.

Kurt leans down to close the space between their lips, sharing something sweet and unparalleled that Kurt has never even been close to experiencing with another human being. And it happens every time they kiss. Even in the most frantic, fuck-me-now kisses it's there. That even push-and-pull passing through them, flowing like the blood in their veins.

They part harmoniously, giggling like children, knocking noses and chests vibrating. Blaine's leg hooks around Kurt's thigh loosely, rubbing up and down in a way that feels much more intimate than it probably should.

"Are we gonna eighty-six the sex, then, and just cuddle like saps, or are we gonna finish what we started?" Kurt asks, really not minding either option despite the way he posed the question.

Blaine's silent laughter ripples through his chest and into Kurt's skin, and he can't help but place a series of kisses across the broad expanse of his pectorals. "Well, I'm still kinda hard. So I'll go with 'finish what we started' for five hundred, Alex," Blaine jokes.

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Can you not call me by another guy's name in bed, please? Alex Trebek isn't even that attractive so it's not a compliment."

Blaine looks momentarily appalled by that, slapping a hand over his heart. "Kurt! Alex Trebek is one of the sexiest men of the past two generations!"

Kurt props himself back up on fully extended arms, smacking a kiss to Blaine's lips as he says, "Then go sneak in his bed, Mr. I'm Oblivious To The Fact That I Just Majorly Offended My Boyfriend By Calling A Seventy-Something Old Man Sexier Than Him."

"I did not!" Blaine protests, following Kurt up to chase his lips. "I said he was one of the sexiest!"

"What the hell is it with you and old men? First Mr. Rogers, and now Alex Trebek...I can't compete with your silver foxes. I am but a couple decades old," Kurt laments teasingly.

"It's a thing, okay? I'm sorry, I can't help it." Blaine says, looking like a kicked puppy. "And I don't want either of their beds, I want yours." Blaine pouts, and it's so fucking adorable that Kurt can't even pretend to be mad.

Kurt stifles a cooing noise that he wants to make, instead closing his mouth over Blaine's again to comfort his beautiful and ridiculous boyfriend. "You are in mine, baby. And you're perfectly welcome here anytime you like."

Blaine's expression is akin to a child's when they get a free balloon from the grocery store. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

Kurt just sighs, "I know" before getting a hand around his cock and sliding it slowly back into Blaine, watching his boyfriend throw his head back with a long, drawn out moan at the penetration.

"Yeah, definitely the best boyfriend."

***

"God, you're so fucking sexy." Blaine mouths wetly at the back of Kurt's neck as he fumbles to unlock the door to the loft, which will be blissfully empty (well, except for them) once he can manage the task. "Wanna suck your fucking huge cock so bad, hurry up."

"What's gotten into you?" Kurt chuckles as he finally slides the door open and they nearly fall through the doorway in their haste. Kurt slams Blaine up against the closed metal door and Blaine instantly has his fists in Kurt's shirt and is smashing their lips together brutally.

"Just need you. So fucking bad." Blaine doesn't waste another moment with idle prattle before dropping to his knees and practically ripping Kurt's jeans apart in his eagerness to pull Kurt's cock out and force it down his throat.

Kurt wobbles forward, slapping both hands against the cool metal of the door to keep himself upright as Blaine takes to Kurt's dick like a camel to an oasis. Blaine's mouth slurps around him loudly, bobbing and sucking and choking just a little in his alacrity as his fingers bruise at Kurt's hips.

"Jesus Christ, B. I'm so not going to last if you keep that up," Kurt pants out, unable to keep from rocking his hips into Blaine's greedy mouth.

"Don't want you to," Blaine rasps out as he slips off for mere seconds to speak before taking him back in. "Come in my fucking mouth. Don't warn me, just do it."

"God..." Kurt moans, fucking his cock into Blaine's mouth as Blaine's hands on him urge him to do so. "You take it so good, baby. So fucking good."

Blaine's eyelashes flutter beautifully as he works Kurt over, wrapping a hand around the base of Kurt and stroking just how Kurt loves it. Before Kurt even realizes it he's spilling hot and hard into Blaine's mouth. Colors pop in Kurt's vision as Blaine moans and sucks at him, swallowing him down easy and thirsty.

It only takes a few heel-presses of Blaine's hand against his own cock before he's gasping out his release with his forehead pressed sweaty against Kurt's hip, still completely encased in his pants.

"God, that felt good," Blaine says, completely out of breath.

"Yeah..." Kurt agrees, catching his own breath as he leans forward with his forearms on the door. "You should go sex crazy more often."

"You always have me sex crazy." Blaine grins up at him.

"Not like this," Kurt points out, running a hand through Blaine's sweat-damp curls below him.

Blaine pushes up into Kurt's hand, positively puppy-like in his post-orgasm fog. "Definitely noted."

***

"You're gonna-fuck-you're gonna kill me, Kurt!" Blaine laughs out, but pushes back onto Kurt anyway from where he's pinned against the wall with Kurt's cock inside him. "I can't keep up with all this sex!"

"You can and you will," Kurt says simply, biting a little too possessively at Blaine's earlobe and hearing Blaine hiss at the sharp pain. Kurt tucks a hand under his knee and shoves it up the wall to get a better angle. "Hold," Kurt instructs, and Blaine obeys willingly, taking the place of Kurt's hand on his own leg and giving a little hop on his one grounded foot to assure his balance, gripping the edge of Kurt's vanity to their left to ensure that he doesn't just fall right over.

"I don't remember auditioning to be a fucking gymnast when I agreed to date you, baby," Blaine jests, indicating to his tipsy positioning.

"Oh, my bad, I thought that came with the territory," Kurt banters back, fucking up into Blaine roughly and hearing him grunt with the impact. Blaine white knuckles at the vanity to keep from toppling with the force of it. "And don't pretend you haven't been fucked in every position possible, Anderson, because I won't believe it."

"You wound my soul, Snookums," Blaine teases, letting out a small gasp when Kurt hits just the right spot inside of him.

Kurt halts inside Blaine completely at that remark, stilling for several very long seconds before saying, "If you value your penis you will never call me that again." The next thrust is harder, more punishing, and a breathy laugh-moan escapes Blaine's mouth in response.

"Yes, sir, Commander Bossy," and Kurt can practically hear the eye-rolling in his voice.

"You are really fucking asking for it today, aren't you?" Kurt says, only half-joking, continuing to roll his hips up into Blaine.

"Mmm, don't I always, though?"

"Remind me again why I put up with you?"

"It's my luscious ass."

"Ah, that's right. Almost forgot." Kurt nods. "Now bend over the vanity for me, so I can give it a proper fucking."

Blaine sighs in relief, dropping his leg back to the ground and allowing Kurt to slip out of him to bend himself over the side of the wood structure. "Anything to get me back on two feet again..."

"You're so cute." Kurt smiles with a little pout, sliding behind Blaine once again, giving his cock a few pumps before lining himself up with Blaine's hole once again. Just for shits, and because he loves fucking with Blaine almost as much as he loves fucking Blaine, he barks out, "Knee up on the desk. Now."

Blaine pouts back at him, but corresponds by lifting one leg all the way up to rest on the flat surface. "You're mean."

"You chose me, Snookums," He sasses back.

The groan Blaine lets out when Kurt presses back in doesn't argue.

***

"Really, Kurt? In your cubicle?"

"Everyone is out to lunch! We'll be fast. Come on, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Firmly in place with my common sense, which happens to be miles away from yours."

"I'll let you pick the movie tonight with no complaints."

"...No complaints?"

"Not one."

"Fine. How do you want me, baby?"

"Quiet. I want you quiet."

"That was a given, Kurt."

"In my lap. Right here."

"Your chair is going to roll away underneath us, baby. We're gonna end up in the hallway."

"Ye of little faith."

"Ye of little sense."

"Do you want to pick the movie or not?"

"You're lucky I love you."

"And the same to you. Now take your pants off."

***

"Blaine-Christ. We literally have twenty minutes before we have to pick up my dad. We can't-"

"Don't fuck with me, Kurt, you know full well that we can. We've done ten before." Blaine makes a very convincing argument as his teeth sink into Kurt's neck, his collarbone, down his exposed stomach, his hips...a very convincing argument. "You don't even have to get me off. Just let me suck you; we both know I can be quick."

Blaine doesn't even wait for Kurt's response before he has him out of his pants, thick and red and already dripping. Blaine sinks over him with practiced ease and immediately goes to town on him. Kurt's head hits the pillows and his hands find Blaine's curls.

"My dad is gonna know, Blaine. I don't know how, but he is going to know we had sex before we picked him up. He just fucking knows these things. And that is not the first impression you want to give him." Kurt whimpers when Blaine presses his tongue perfectly under the head of his cock, tightening his grip on Blaine's hair in reaction.

"A little late for that now," Blaine mutters against the side of Kurt's dick, sucking kisses up and down the heated flesh. "And he won't know, Kurt. Stop being so paranoid."

"It's not paranoi-ah!" Kurt cries out as Blaine strokes a dry finger against Kurt's hole and presses, causing Kurt to thrust up and the spit-and-precome-slick head of Kurt's cock to slide up Blaine's cheek wetly before Blaine can close his mouth back over him. "Not paranoia, just experience. In high school, he always knew."

Blaine's lips remain firmly around Kurt, but one of his eyebrows rise in disbelief. Rolling his eyes, Blaine takes Kurt further into his mouth until he's bumping at the back of his throat, and then deeper.

"Oh my fucking god, Blaine," Kurt gasps out, feeling his eyes slipping towards the back of his head at how fucking amazing Blaine's throat feels swallowing around him. "God, yeah, okay. Suck me, baby. Choke on it."

He can see the semblance of a smirk on Blaine's stretched-wide lips, but Kurt is nearly too far gone to come up with a witty retort and just settles for watching Blaine bob up and down on his cock with the upmost finesse and smiling, watery eyes.

***

"And I don't have 'bj face', right?" Blaine asks, honest concern and panic in his expression as he bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting at the baggage claim of the airport for Kurt's father.

Kurt smiles fondly, ruffling Blaine's hair affectionately. "No, sweetie. You have 'Blaine face', and it's absolutely adorable and beautiful and my father is going to adore you."

"Bullshit. He already thinks I'm a no-good whore," Blaine scoffs, unable to keep still out of nervousness. He wrings his hands over and over, stretching his neck to each side, hopping from foot to foot-looking more like he's prepping to play in a basketball game than meeting his boyfriend's father.

Kurt places a firm hand on Blaine's shoulder. "He does not, Blaine. Will you please chill out? Your jittering is making me nervous." Blaine winces in apology and finally stills, but continues to twiddle his hands together and tug at his lower lip with his teeth.

"Kurt, he's going to hate me. There is absolutely nothing about me that parents find appealing. I've never even met anyone's parents before!" Blaine says, the tone of his voice edging on hysteria.

Kurt huffs out a breath, fixing both of his hands on either of Blaine's shoulders and forcing Blaine to look at him. "Blaine, listen to me. My dad will not hate you any more than he's required to hate my significant other by the Father's Handbook."

Blaine's eyes widen comically, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "There's a Father's Handbook? And you didn't tell me?"

Kurt's lips lilt upwards in an amused grin. "Blaine, I'm joking! There's not an actual...god, Blaine, calm down." Kurt strokes down Blaine's sides, gripping onto his hips and planting a solid kiss to his lips. "He's going to love you because I love you. Just don't cave under his intimidation techniques, okay? He's just going to size you up a little. And if he goes too far, I'll tell him to let up. I promise."

Blaine lets out a heavy breath and nods. Right then, Kurt catches sight of his baseball capped father in the midst of the exodus from the terminals. "Okay, I see him. Just breathe."

"Kurt!" Blaine actually squeaks it out, total trepidation rippling across his face. Kurt sighs, and he sees his father break out in a grin as soon as he spots Kurt. Kurt doesn't make any indication to his father that he's noticed his presence; he cups Blaine's face softly in both hands and pours every ounce of courage he possesses into Blaine through his mouth. Blaine sighs into the kiss, sliding his hands around Kurt's waist for an anchor, and keeping his hold even when they break apart.

"It's showtime, okay? Just be you. He will love you," Kurt assures once more, before finally glancing over Blaine's shoulder and snagging the eye of his approaching father. He doesn't seem alarmed by the moment of intimacy he just witnessed, just looks elated to see Kurt again. Only then does he pull himself out of Blaine's embrace to race over to his father.

"Dad!" His hands instantly fly over his shoulders to hug him around the neck and inhale the memorable and comforting scent of his father.

"Hey, kiddo!" His father's arms wrap around him just as firmly, his chin hooking over Kurt's shoulder. "God, I missed you."

"You too, dad." They pull apart, and they're both beaming. Kurt really has missed his father so much, having been months since they last saw each other face to face.

He sees him jerk his head upwards in Blaine's direction subtly. "So, that him?"

Kurt cranes his neck to peer back at Blaine over his shoulder. Blaine's eyes are fixed religiously on his own feet, and Kurt notices how his hands clench and flex over and over at his sides. God, Kurt never imagined that Blaine would be this nervous.

"Yes dad, that's him," Kurt says, turning back to face his father and giving him a look of borderline desperation. "And please, I'm begging you. Go easy on him. He is two seconds away from shitting his pants he's so terrified. Please be nice."

Burt chuckles good-naturedly, squeezing Kurt's shoulder. "I make no promises."

"Dad," Kurt says, more sternly this time. "I swear to god, you are going to kill him-"

Burt laughs through a smile, pressing a paternal kiss to Kurt's temple. "I'm kidding around, Kurt. I'll go easy on him."

"Thank you," Kurt breathes out. "Wait here, okay?" Burt nods, and Kurt gives his father one more look-to-kill before scurrying back to Blaine. He's still studying the floor tiles. "Come on, baby."

Blaine raises his head to Kurt, a look of determination on his face. "Okay. It'll be great, right?"

"It will be wonderful, Blaine." Kurt smiles encouragingly, bumping his shoulder against his boyfriend's as he twines their fingers together and leads them over to his father. "Dad? This is Blaine Anderson."

He sees Blaine swallow shallowly before shooting a hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hummel," Blaine manages. Burt smiles, a bit amused Kurt can tell from experience, but takes Blaine's hand firmly.

"You too, kid. You seem to have made my boy pretty happy."

There's no mistaking the blush that blooms on Blaine's cheeks at the words, and Kurt would bet his entire McQueen collection that Blaine is fighting as hard as he can to not think about the blow job he gave Kurt before they left and how Kurt had told him how happy Blaine has made him. Kurt had meant it as a confidence boost at the time, but he's pretty sure it's having the exact opposite effect now.

"I...I've tried very hard to, sir. But I could never be good enough for him."

"No, you couldn't," Burt says simply, and Kurt can almost hear the color drain from Blaine's face before Burt continues. "But it means a hell of a lot that you're trying to be, and it looks like it's working."

"I...thank you, sir." Blaine's face grows even hotter in embarrassment, and that's when Kurt hooks an arm around Blaine's waist comfortingly and squeezes at his side.

"He's more than good enough for me, dad. He's perfect for me," Kurt assists in an attempt to get his father's focus off of Blaine for just a second. Blaine's hand flexes at Kurt's side in appreciation for the words and he coaxes Blaine into a kiss-a chaste one for his father's sake, but enough to instill some confidence in his boyfriend.

"Alright, alright, I believe you kid. You don't have to go all smoochy to prove it." Burt rolls his eyes when he says it, but Kurt knows his dad isn't annoyed or disgusted. He just has to pretend to be-another chapter of that Father's Handbook.

Kurt's nose scrunches in a laugh and addresses his father. "Okay, let's get out of here and grab some lunch. You have to be starving. Besides, Rachel won't even be back to the apartment until four anyway, so you can have some preparation time before you're hit with the Berry train again."

"Sounds good, kiddo. This airport is giving me heart palpitations," Burt teases and heads to the luggage carousel that has just started to turn.

Kurt turns to face Blaine and smile. "See? Everything is fine, Blaine."

"I think I'm going to puke," Blaine mutters, but he smiles shyly through it and allows Kurt to pull him forward toward the carousel.

***

"He seems like a decent guy, Kurt, I'll give that to you."

Blaine had escaped for the night, muttering something to Burt about "errands", but they both know what he's about to go and do. Burt is sipping a beer on Kurt's couch, the TV playing in the background, and Kurt only a little on edge from the day's adventures with his two favorite men meeting for the first time.

"Dad, he really is. And I know it's hard to get past what he does, but you have to know that he is so good to me. Always."

"I can see that, kid. The boy is head over heels for you, no question about it." However, Kurt hears the but in his voice before his father even says it. "But you have to be careful, you know that Kurt."

Kurt sighs heavily, a little whine creeping in as well. "Dad, I would really appreciate it if you would treat me like the adult I am. I'm not naïve or love-blind. I know the risks and the hardships, okay? But I also know Blaine, probably better than anyone. So you just have to trust me when I say that we're both in this, heart and soul, and for the long haul."

Burt nods, wiping the dew from his cold bottle. "I do trust you, Kurt. But it's my job as a father to worry."

Kurt smiles sympathetically, knowing how much that he means to his father. Kurt is all he has left in this world. "Can I tell you something? Something that Blaine and I haven't told anybody else?"

Burt looks a little anxious. "Is it something I won't approve of?"

Kurt laughs, shaking his head. "Quite the opposite, actually. Blaine is...he's going to quit the sex work. Soon."

Burt's eyes widen. "Oh? Is that what he said or-"

"He's not bullshitting, dad. We have it all worked out and as soon as the timing is right..."

"That's wonderful, Kurt," Burt says earnestly, placing a fatherly hand on Kurt's knee. "And I am so excited for you both."

"Thanks, dad." Kurt cups his hand over his father's and squeezes. "I'm going to give you grandchildren, dad. I promise."

Burt holds up a hand in protest. "Alright, now let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm not nearly old enough to be a grandpa."

Kurt smiles and winks, lifting himself from the couch and wrapping his arms tight around his father. "I love you so much dad."

"I love you too, Kurt. Always. And one day I hope I'll love Blaine too."

"You will, dad. You definitely will."

***

"Oh my god, he said he likes me?" Blaine says excitedly, his voice jolting up and down with his movement.

"Yes, baby he did. He likes you. I told you he would."

"Yeah, yeah I know. You're so smart. But god can you believe we didn't even get caught once? Not in the kitchen or the bathroom or the living room couch-"

"Oh, he knew, Blaine. He just didn't tell you," Kurt giggles. "He hinted at me and I got the full blunt of it."

Blaine's face goes horrified, digging his fingernails into Kurt's ribs. "He did? Fuck!"

"And he still likes you! Imagine that!"

"I have no idea how the hell..."

"I do," Kurt grins affectionately. "You're impossible not to love, even when you're doing nefarious things to me while my father is under the same roof."

"I think you're biased."

Kurt sighs fondly at Blaine, stroking his thumbs across Blaine's hipbones. No, I'm honest. Now can we please stop discussing my father while you're riding my cock?"

Blaine laughs out loud before he leans down swiftly to suck Kurt's tongue into his mouth dirtily, grinding his ass down onto Kurt's cock. "Aye, aye, Captain."