“Yes, fuck me.”

That Thursday morning, the sun is only just barely peeking in through the dorm window and Kurt is naked, sweating, with his feet planted on the floor while he’s bent over with his face in his bed.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous.”

Kurt pushes back, too eager for it, too hot for it. His fingers grapple for purchase in his sheets, clutching at the soft cotton as sweat drips from his hairline. They’d been at this since before the sun began rising; touching, moaning, licking. Kurt had already come once and he’d already been stretched just enough but now he needs it, needs to be full, needs this dick inside him.

“Do it, god, just do it,” he begs.

There’s a shuffle of limbs behind him and then, oh yes there it is, slick and hot and oh so fucking perfect.

“God,” Kurt groans, teeth clenched. He pushes back, willing more inside him.

“Oh fuck, how are you still so tight?”

“Don’t care,” Kurt pants, “harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt-”

“Harder!”

With that, Kurt shoves back and impales himself. He feels a set of balls slap against his own and he’s pressed so flush with this boy’s body and it’s so – so full and right that he wants to scream.

They exchange no other words. The only sounds in the room emanate from slapping skin and harsh breathing with the occasional morning bird chirping outside the window. It’s so dead silent otherwise. A hand tangles in his hair, tugging gently, and Kurt reaches behind him with one arm, grabbing the boy’s ass and urging him to quicken his pace. They’re fearful of being too loud. Afraid of waking their dormitory mates, even with walls as thick as these, they’ve discovered simple actions that speak of what they want. It’s almost too intimate, too good when Kurt thinks long and hard about it but fuck if he doesn’t love it.

“C-close.”

There’s a stutter of hips behind him, followed by a relentless dick slamming into his ass.

“Yes, fuck, oh god,” Kurt whines.

And then two strong hands hold his ass, fingers digging in flesh, and Kurt comes onto his stomach, spilling onto his sheets.

“Kurt, I – oh fuck.”

A long moment of trembling and squeezing and it’s done, it’s over and Kurt’s been thoroughly fucked. Hot hips pull away and he’s abruptly cold.

“God, Blaine,” Kurt hisses as Blaine dick slips out his hole.

“I know. Jesus,” Blaine sighs, crawling onto Kurt’s bed and collapsing.

“How long until breakfast?” Kurt asks. He’s still bent over his bed, recovering from his orgasm.

Blaine plucks Kurt’s phone off his desk and glances at the time.

“About an hour.”

“We should probably sleep. I went to bed really late and you woke me up way too early with that blowjob.”

“Probably,” Blaine agrees, setting Kurt’s phone back down.

Kurt turns his head, limbs still pliant and body completely sated. Blaine’s eyes are travelling, gazing at the thick sheen of sweat on Kurt’s skin, soaking up the image of Kurt still bent over after having just come his brains out.

Their eyes meet.

They smile.

Sleep is for the weak, Kurt thinks as they reach for each other again.

“God, you look exhausted,” Brandon notes later at breakfast.

“I was up late doing homework,” Kurt explains, yawning over his fruit and yogurt parfait.

“That blows. What class?”

“It was an assignment for my anatomy and physiology class.”

“Gross.”

“Very,” Kurt agrees, flicking his eyes toward Blaine when Brandon leans over to take a bite of his cereal.

The days begin to pass quickly for Kurt. It’s hard, he’s realized, to balance two extremely horny boys in his life. It looks to be taking a toll on Blaine too, if the dark circles forming under his eyes are any indication. As tired as Kurt is, the entire affair is still exciting. It’s still new and invigorating. It’s still fun and as bad as he feels about keeping secrets from Brandon, he can’t help the spit of fire that sets alight his soul every time he spares a glance at Blaine under his lashes. He can’t repress his quickening pulse whenever he walks into the dorm by himself to see Blaine perched on his bed with a book, also alone.

There’s an undeniable excitement that exists in Kurt’s life, one he hadn’t known he was craving until now.

But he also has to learn to balance his time so that he’s not completely drained every night. He’s doing his best to not allow his sex life with Brandon grow stale and boring while his sex life with Blaine is only becoming more exhilarating.

It’s hard work, having an affair. Kurt’s just glad he’s that organized.

A month after the official start of his secretive life, Kurt collapses into his dorm room bed. The overhead light is buzzing loudly and it’s far too bright at the moment. He lies alone in the room, tired body sinking into his gloriously soft bed.

The door opens.

Blaine walks in, eyes bleary, shoulders looking heavy. He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and lets his bag fall off his shoulder onto the floor. He leans tiredly against the door, looking at Kurt through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Why do you have to look so hot just laying there?” Blaine asks, head thunking against the door. “If I had more energy, I’d fuck you senseless.”

“If I had the energy to even take my shoes off, I’d let you,” Kurt replies.

“I don’t think we can keep going at this pace,” Blaine says. “I think my dick is raw from fucking both you and Thomas every single day.”

“I don’t think my ass will ever be tight again.”

“…I think I can argue with that statement,” Blaine mumbles, finally moving away from the door. He nearly trips when he kicks his shoes off and his arms get tangled in his t-shirt when he tugs it over his head. “Your ass is still plenty tight.”

“Good to know.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think we need to stop having so much sex.”

“I never thought I’d say this either, but I think I agree with you.”

Blaine nods and flicks off the light. Kurt hears a rustling of clothing and suddenly Blaine is crawling into his bed, body lazy and skin warm.

“Shove over,” Blaine mumbles.

“I thought we agreed no sex tonight,” Kurt growls in frustration, toeing his shoes off his feet and onto the floor before reluctantly scooting against the wall.

“No sex,” Blaine says, exhaustion thick in his voice. “Doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle.”

Kurt peels one of his eyes open to look down at Blaine who is settling his head on Kurt’s chest.

“If you wanted to cuddle, why didn’t you just stay at Thomas’? That’s where you were, right?”

“Yeah, I was. I…guess I wanted to cuddle with you. Not him. I cuddled with him last night after we had sex.”

“But you wanted to be with me tonight,” Kurt tries to understand.

Blaine nods, nuzzling his cold little nose into Kurt’s shirt. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Kurt whispers, kissing Blaine’s forehead. “That’s perfectly okay.”

They sleep, wrapped around each other until morning when Kurt wakes Blaine up with a smattering of kisses along his jawline.