Kurt honestly didn't expect to find himself alone with Blaine in their en suite bathroom one Saturday afternoon. He also didn't expect to have just stepped out of the shower to see Blaine slink in and shove him against the wall, covering Kurt's mouth with his own.

"It's so hot in here," Blaine notes as he licks at Kurt's lips. "Do you shower under a lava flow or something?"

"I just like it hot," Kurt hisses as Blaine presses his clothed body against Kurt's nude one.

Blaine groans, apparently at the choice of phrasing, and slides his hand around to drag his fingers down the wet arch of Kurt's back, pulling him even closer. Kurt moans when that hand slips down to cup his ass and squeezes. He tosses his head back and Blaine takes the opportunity to nip his teeth along Kurt's exposed neck, leaving behind tiny red impressions that Kurt hopes will disappear quickly.

"I wanna show you something new," Blaine says lowly, his deep voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "If you'll let me."

"What?" Kurt pants out because he's fine with what they've done so far. He enjoys Blaine's firm hands on him immensely.

Blaine reaches down and wraps his fingers around Kurt's wrist, slowly lifting the hand to his mouth. He kisses the tips of each finger and then returns his attention to Kurt's middle finger.

He sucks it inside. Kurt feels Blaine's tongue swirl around the digit and he feels his fingertip tickle the back of Blaine's throat.

Good god, it's so warm and wet and – oh.

"Oh god," Kurt moans when Blaine finally releases his finger.

"I wanna suck you off," Blaine confirms Kurt's suspicions. "Please?"

"Yes, god, yes, okay, yes," Kurt stutters out.

Blaine smiles broadly, like Christmas just came early or something, and kisses Kurt hard once more. He seems really excited about this new prospect, which Kurt thinks it kind of weird considering it's not Blaine's dick that's about to be sucked. But then Blaine drops to his knees and he's pressing quick, urgent kisses to Kurt's pale thighs.

Kurt's gaze drops down because, for some reason, he needs to see this happening. Blaine nuzzles the side of Kurt's dick with his cheek, hands coming up to grip Kurt's hips.

"I don't know what you shower with," Blaine mumbles as he kisses the trimmed thatch of pubic hair around the base of Kurt's dick, "But fuck, it makes me want to swallow you whole."

Kurt doesn't have any time to ponder that specific statement, because in the next two seconds that's exactly what Blaine does. He sucks Kurt's dick into his mouth and holy freaking shit, it's so hot and wet and smooth and Blaine's tongue…Blaine's tongue. That tongue should have a shrine built in its honor. He finally regains a bit of his brain power and starts watching Blaine as he had initially intended.

Oh and the view is so very nice, Kurt decides.

He watches Blaine's lips stretch around his dick, watches as his eyes remain shut and this odd look of pure and utter bliss falls over his face. Blaine is really enjoying this, Kurt realizes. His grip on Kurt's hips is almost painful and it's then when Kurt realizes he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He lifts them, fingers shaking with sensory overload, and twines them into Blaine's curly hair.

Blaine moans at the action. The sound sends thrilling vibrations up Kurt's dick and they seem to resonate within his pelvis. He can't stop his hips from thrusting toward Blaine's face, driving his dick further into Blaine's mouth and the tip hits the back of Blaine's throat.

Kurt almost pulls Blaine's head away because he's terrified he's going to choke him death but Blaine's throat relaxes around him. He uses his hold on Kurt's hips to guide him forward, deeper into that hot cavern. Kurt whimpers at the feeling, the heat all around him and Blaine starts sucking. He bobs his head, back and forth, back and forth, pace quickening with every movement. Kurt stares down in fascination. Blaine's lips are so red and his dick is glistening with spit.

It's so damn hot that Kurt doesn't even know what to do with himself.

The air around them is hot, Blaine's mouth is hot, and Kurt's still got his fingers in Blaine's hair and he feels the heat from his scalp sink into his own fingers, sending spikes of heat up his arms every time the tip of his dick dips into the back of Blaine's throat.

"Blaine, I'm – I'm co – oh god," Kurt gasps because he tried to warn Blaine so he could pull his mouth away in time. That seemed like the proper thing to do, or at least the polite one.

But Blaine doesn't pull away. Kurt comes into his mouth and he sucks it down like he's been wanting it, been waiting for it, been aching for the taste like some sort of crazed, eager come slut.

Kurt just rides the wave, entrance by the image of Blaine's throat working as he swallows. Pleasure pulses through him like fire. The heat becomes altogether too much and as soon as Blaine's lips are removed from his dick, Kurt melts. His knees go weak, his legs stop supporting him and he slips down the steam-damp wall. But Blaine's hands are there, sure and steady to guide him down.

"Y-you," Kurt pants in a daze. "Jesus."

Blaine laughs openly at him and kisses Kurt's forehead. He sits back on his heels and rubs his palms over Kurt's bent knees.

"Did you like it?" Blaine asks.

"You only reduced me to a puddle on the floor; what do you think?"

"I liked it too," Blaine smiles, all teeth and sparkling eyes.

"Apparently. You were really enjoying yourself."

"You have an amazing dick."

"Oh my god," Kurt flushes.

"You do, though," Blaine insists.

"I'll take that very bizarre compliment. I guess."

Blaine leans forward and kisses Kurt again, soft and slow, but Kurt's the one to dart his tongue into Blaine's mouth. He wants to…to taste. He's never wanted to taste something so badly. He laps at the faint taste of his own come on Blaine's tongue.

He moans.

Which is actually very unexpected.

"I – I want to try," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's lips.

Blaine pulls away. "Are you…sure? You don't have to, really. Not if you're not-"

"Just shut up and lean against the counter," Kurt groans impatiently.

Blaine's eyes go wide and round in surprise but he does as he's told with no further questions. Kurt's on his knees in a shot. He fumbles with the drawstring on Blaine's pajama pants. His hands are shaking in anticipation and what the hell, why is he so excited about sucking Blaine's dick all of the sudden?

"It's okay," Blaine says gently, hand slipping down to cup Kurt's chin, tilting his head up. "I'm not going anywhere."

The words shoot straight to Kurt's heart. He never knew he needed to hear those words until they were uttered but it seems like he did. Kurt takes a deep breath and finally tugs the drawstrings loose. His head's still tilted up, eyes still locked on Blaine's as he pulls the pajama pants over Blaine's hips and over his already purpling erection.

"Just take your time," Blaine says softly, fingers threading into Kurt's still wet hair.

Kurt nods and starts by pressing kisses to each of Blaine's hips bones. Blaine doesn't smell shower fresh the way Kurt probably does, but he smells so masculine and so – so Blaine-like. And the scent is denser here. He smells like cloves or something Kurt can't really pinpoint but he's suddenly drowning in the scent of boy. He swipes his tongue over the head and sucks the tip into his mouth experimentally.

"OhyesKurt," Blaine moans above him.

Well, that sounds like encouragement, Kurt thinks. And it's enough of a reaction to make him want to continue. He pulls back and licks generously at his lips before stretching them around Blaine's dick, easing his way down the length of hard, warm flesh.

Blaine thrusts slightly. At first Kurt's terrified he'll choke but Blaine doesn't thrust too deeply. The thrusts are slow and shallow, like he's fucking Kurt's mouth. Kurt hollows his cheeks and sucks every time Blaine pulls out. He lets his tongue drag on the underside, pressing against a vein.

"God, oh – yeah, you're-"

So vocal, Kurt thinks and he briefly considers taking his lips off Blaine to tell him just that, but this low, guttural moan echoes in Blaine's throat and Kurt's lets the idea slip away.

He slides his hands up Blaine's thighs. He slips his fingers over Blaine's tense abdomen and under his shirt, only to drag them down again, blunt fingernails sure to leave thin red marks in their wake.

"H-hum," Blaine suddenly says. "Start humming."

Kurt wants to pull away and ask exactly what the hell that's going to do. But then he remembers how the vibrations from Blaine's moan made him feel so he does as he's instructed and hums deep in his throat.

"Fuckyespleaseohgod," Blaine stammers, the words stringing themselves together as he tosses his head back.

Kurt continues to suck, lips taut and stretched, working his tongue as best he can while he hums on every other bob of his head. He reaches his hands around to grip Blaine's ass, pulling him in just a bit deeper.

Blaine starts tugging on his hair.

"I'm coming now, right now, oh-"

In hindsight, Kurt maybe should have pulled away. But a little voice in the back of his head kept telling him no.

Blaine begins to come, jerking in between Kurt's lips, spilling himself in Kurt's mouth as he whimpers. But Kurt wasn't quite prepared for the overwhelmingly bitter liquid nor was he prepared for the amount of it, so half of it ends up in his mouth and the other half dribbles out from the corners of his lips as Blaine's dick continues to twitch against his tongue. It spills down his chin and drips down his neck.

The whole experience shouldn't have been arousing as it turned out to be.

Blaine pulls out of Kurt's mouth and glances down, eyes glazed over as he trembles.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers.

But one of Blaine's hands untangles from Kurt's hair and a single fingers slides through a trail of his own come on Kurt's chin.

Not really knowing what possesses him to do such a thing, Kurt catches the finger in his mouth and sucks it clean.

"Holy shit that's hot," Blaine breathes when Kurt pushes the finger out with his tongue.

Blaine drops to his knees in front of Kurt.

"Can I…"

Kurt understands immediately and though this should be really fucking embarrassing or weird or something other than intriguing, he angles his head to the side. Blaine settles his hands on Kurt's shoulders and leans in. He licks long and slow at the rapidly drying trail of come on Kurt's neck and chin.

"Kiss me," Kurt whines.

Blaine groans at the order and crashes their lips together so Kurt can taste all of Blaine this time.

He's pretty sure they just got like, way, way closer than initially intended.

And that's okay with Kurt. Even if he's going to have to take another shower.