Kurt is out of his shirt before his back even hits Blaine's bedroom door. He lets Blaine at his neck, flicking his tongue against the hot stretch of his skin, his teeth tugging a little at the white flesh beneath his ear; while Kurt tangles his fingers in the bottom of Blaine's shirt and presses his hot fingers against Blaine's hips.

“What do you want?” Kurt hisses, pressing a quick heated kiss against Blaine's hairline.

“I want what you want,” Blaine murmurs back, because everything but the press of Kurt's skin against his, is a blur.

“Okay, stay there,” Kurt whispers, after a moment's harsh breathing, then he is pulling back and grin, so his head is knocking against the door.

“I want you here,” and before Blaine can really take it in, it is his back against the door and Kurt hand twisting his above his head and engulfing his lips in that sweet mouth.

“Now stay here,” Kurt tells him their lips catching as he does so and then his lips are drifting lower against the skin of his jaw, his neck, and right there.

Kurt knows the moment when Blaine catches on, when his breath hitches and hitches until there is nothing left of it. Kurt keeps going. His free hand snatches at Blaine's waist, clamping onto the firmness of his hip. His lips delve into the dip of the open buttons on his shirt and then he sinks into Blaine's lush carpet, branding a hot mark into the left hip right as Blaine's head and wrist hit the wood of the door rocking him forward.

With one hand still gripping a hip that shift forward and the other drifting loose circles around the button on Blaine's shorts, he looks up to tell Blaine his plan, the one that had sparked in his mind as he taken those last breaths on the phone.

“I'm going to show you just how beautiful you will always be to me, just how strong you are, just how kind, how giving, just how sexy,” he watches the soft tendrils of curls emerge around Blaine's ears, the seeping of sweat against his forehead and the hot heat of his eyes as they burn into him.

“And in return you will show me just how delicate you are not, how fragile you are not; keep that arm up by your head,” he adds to the equation as he watches the fist clenching at his words, “no touching and keep with me as long as you can, we're not anywhere near done. Does that sound good?”

The strong masterlike tone he had been going for slips in the last moments and his desperation, his longing to do this right, quivers in the last notes.

“Holy shit, Kurt,” comes the hissed out reply, followed by the thump of fist to forehead, “That's sounds so good, Jesus Christ, yes.”

“Well if you insist,” Kurt smirks finally looking down so he can unpop the button, unzip the zip and get at Blaine as quickly as possible. He yanks the shorts down rather more aggressively than usual but it's been so long.

There's a pause.

“Are these batman boxers?” Kurt asks quietly.

“Yes?” Blaine replies, rather awkwardly, especially considering he hadn't exactly planned on being hard and being in his lazy day underwear at the same time, or at least in the presence of Kurt.

“You should have told me,” Kurt smirks, slipping his warm hand up the leg of them and inching up Blaine's thigh, “I wouldn't have put my Superman ones in the wash,” and the he is tugging at the hem and both boxers and shorts entangle themselves in Blaine's ankles, he is tied to where he stands. That makes him flush more than he thought it would.

He is distracted from that thought by the fresh kiss-path Kurt is making up his inner thigh, over his hipbone and deep into the flesh of his stomach. And then a little further under, right where Blaine was so hot it almost hurt.

“Kurt,” he breathes out, and they breathe in once together before Kurt is bending to suck him in. It doesn't feel like home so much as the first time in a place with people you love that you know will become home. He's not sure what feels different.

Perhaps, it's the unyielding way that Kurt moves around him, so different from their tentative attempts before. Perhaps it's the way he is forced to wrap his hand deep into his hair so he won't grab and Kurt's face.

Perhaps it's the way that Kurt hadn't asked him, hadn't pushed for his opinion; he loved it when Kurt knew what he wanted and he loved it even more when they both wanted the same thing.

Kurt closes his eyes and listens to Blaine's breath rushing in and out like waves catching on the sand and tugs him in closer, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Blaine's ass and swallowing deeply.

Blaine almost crows in protest and the fist in his hair bangs back against the door again, “Kurt,” he whines, so Kurt does it again and hums happily, “Kurt,” Blaine starts again, squeezing his eyes shut, “Did you say something about not being done because if you don't stop now…” He is cut off but he own wrecked throat, groaning.

Kurt moves slowly, finishing with a swift kiss where he started, rewarding him with another beautiful groan, “I didn't think you'd make it,” he remarks, gently wiping a hand across his mouth, “I almost didn't want you to.”

“I didn't know you liked it that much,” Blaine expresses, as much as he can behind his laboured breathing. He feels like he's just resurfaced from a particularly brutal wave. For the first time in a while, it is a happily feeling, a feeling of utter euphoria.

“Mm,” Kurt hums lifting himself off the floor so he can help Blaine step out of his shorts and then peel his polo back over his head, “I like you every which way,” he answers, licking a line from the middle of Blaine's chest to the tip of his chin when his face is finally released.

“Do I get to do something now?” Blaine asks, he is so frantically turned on that he can't imagine that there would anything Kurt suggests that he would say no to but getting Kurt as naked as him might be a start.

“You get to sit on the bed and watch me undress and then,” Kurt tilts his head and lets his eyes wander across Blaine's body, slowly and thoughtfully, as if he were planning his next move, “I've been thinking since you kind of got freaked out when I was on top of you last time, I was wondering if we could try something new?” There's that nervous tone again that makes Blaine smile.

“Is that a proposition, Kurt Hummel?” he winks and moves his hand from above his head to the bottom of Kurt's shirt and pulls until they are pressed tight together, both of them equally hard and thrumming with energy.

“Oh it most definitely is,” Kurt breathes out, yanking his own top over his head, and stumbling out of his pants, underwear and socks before he remembers that he had planned to make Blaine watch properly, to tease him until he was begging for it. But when he sees how Blaine's wide eyes rake over his body and sweetly blink at him before pushing them both towards the bed, he just doesn't care anymore.

All he cares about is Blaine.

“What were you thinking?” Blaine asks, his face and chest flushed and heaving. Somehow they've landed so Blaine is straddled on top of hip, his strong thighs curled around his hips, their cocks bobbing together, each haphazard brush and exhilarating as the last. It's been so long.

“Like this?” Kurt suggests, lifting his hips a little so they are jolted together.

“Oh,” Blaine's jaw drops open and Kurt watches as his eyes drift down to where he is sat and back up to the heat of Kurt's eyes, “Oh, yes, definitely yes,” he rushes out before leaning over him completely to press and hot open kiss against Kurt's mouth, “You won't let me fall right?” He asks finally tentatively.

“I will keep hold of you just like this,” Kurt replies heatedly, surging up for another kiss and gripping Blaine's hips tightly with both hands, “I've got you,” he pauses, “And you've got me.”

“Okay.”

***

They lie quietly together until their sweat cools against each other's skin.

“Well that certainly was something new,” Blaine remarks from where his head is pressed against Kurt's chest. Their fingers are lying entangled on Kurt's hip and Kurt's spare hand is weaving patterns into Blaine's scalp.

“Was that okay?” Kurt replies after a minute, his voice is scratched from overworking but he sounds more vulnerable than before, like he'd been ripped open, heart still galloping next to Blaine's ear.

“Kurt, come on,” Blaine rolls his eyes and flips onto his back so he can watch the ceiling and reach their hands up to press a kiss against the back of Kurt's hand, “Everything was perfect.”

“We still need to talk.”

“I know.”

But the peace of the harmony of the breathing keeps them still and silent.

“Can you stay the night?” Blaine asks, after a moment.

“Yeah, I can stay,” Kurt murmurs before tugging Blaine's shoulder back around and into his embrace, their skin is cold but soft and lovely, “Even if you tell me to go.”

“I won't,” Blaine kisses into the soft part of Kurt's neck and they are falling back again.