Kurt and Blaine's first time happened a month after the Spring Semester started. To Kurt's surprise, he was less intimidated by the fact of being intimate with his boyfriend than he'd anticipated. The night was filled with light touches and reassuring looks. When Blaine thrust into him the final time, and his orgasm hit, Kurt was sure he'd realized the meaning of life. Sex was the meaning of life.

After his lecture on the history of textiles, Kurt made his way to Blaine's room. The lecture hall hadn't changed since the previous semester. Pictures of historical figures hung haphazardly around the room and Blaine's podium still sat directly in front of his desk on the teaching floor. The design student peeked in the room to make sure the coast was clear. There wasn't a student in sight. The only occupant of the room was Blaine and he was typing away on his laptop.

The student smirked and crept into the room. He closed and locked the door behind him. "Hello, Professor Anderson." He said as he strolled down the stairs towards the floor. Blaine's head shot up from his work. Initially, he looked shocked. It didn't take long for a smile to break out on his face, however.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were doing an early show so that we could go to dinner tonight." The teacher replied as he leaned back in his chair. Kurt shrugged. He'd been working decidedly less since he and Blaine began dating. He still made great money and he still loved the attention his customers showed him, but he had priorities now. At the tip top of that list was his boyfriend.

"I figured I could take one little night off. They won't miss me." Kurt stood in front of his boyfriend's desk for a moment. Blaine couldn't help but stare at the boy with hungry eyes. "You would though. I know we said dinner but I was thinking that we could start with.....dessert." Kurt leaned over the desk until he was practically lying on it. "You look like you have a sweet tooth." He purred. Blaine nodded.I love dessert. It's my favorite meal of the day.He thought as he loosened his tie. It was suddenly hot in the room.

Kurt giggled at response. Once his slight fit of laughter calmed, he lifted a knee to the edge of the desk and hoisted himself up. He positioned himself on all fours and looked down at his boyfriend. "What do you like for dessert, Blaine? What's your favorite?"

The teacher gulped. He couldn't answer test questions when his cock was trying to break through the fly of his slacks? "Cake?" He squeaked. It was the first word that came to mind.

Kurt moaned. "Mmmm...would you eat cake off me, Blaine? Chocolate cake with messy chocolate frosting? I bet you'd like the mess." Kurt crawled around the desk like a cat.

"I would absolutely eat you off a cake." A giggle left Kurt's lips at the word rearrangement.

"Kinky." He responded as he crawled back across Blaine's giant, wooden desk. That's when he spotted it. Kurt stopped mid crawl to reach under some papers and pull out the item that caught his attention. "Blaine, you're a college professor, right?" Blaine nodded, not knowing where they were going with the conversation. "A college history professor?" Another nod. "So why do you have this?"

Kurt held up a purple, plastic ruler. Blaine's triangular eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. I just do. I don't even remember where it came from." He replied.

Kurt grinned seductively. "I'm sure you do. I'm sure you bought it so you can punish all the students that aren't listening. Or all the students that text during class. That's why you have it, huh." Blaine's eyes dilated and he nodded absently. "That's what I thought. You know, when I was in your class, I used to text all the time. I think I deserve a spanking." Again, Blaine nodded.

In one swift movement, Blaine stood out of his chair and snatched the ruler from his boyfriend. "You shouldn't text in class, Kurt. It's very naughty." Kurt shot a faux guilty face over his shoulder and nodded at his boyfriend. "Now you're going to get a spanking." Kurt whimpered because the thought of Blaine spanking him made his dick ache.

The teacher stepped behind Kurt and began rubbing his hands up and down the latter's pert ass. It felt so good against his hands. Silently, he was thanking Gaga that the student had gone for a pair of mid-calf tights rather than actual jeans that day. He wouldn't be able to focus long enough to undo jeans. He could pull tights down no matter how gone he was.

"Mr. Anderson, I thought you were going to spank me. I have to learn my lesson." Kurt pouted seductively. Blaine's breathe caught. Was he weird for finding that sexy? Hell no. He'd gotten over a majority of his self-conscious thoughts on the matter long ago.

Blaine gave the ass one final squeeze before he cocked his arm back and brought the ruler down lightly against Kurt's ass. The younger man squealed with excitement at the sensation. So I'm a dirty bastard, who cares. He thought as he felt another light swat on his rear. "Hard, baby. I want it to hurt in the morning." He shouted over his shoulder.

With a new gusto, Blaine brought he ruler on the ass again. This time, the ruler swatted the skin so hard that it sent a cracking sound through the air. Kurt moaned on contact. Blaine swatted again...and again...and again. By the end, Kurt was screaming. "Fuck me. God, Fuck me. Please!" He hollered.

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He dropped the ruler and tore at the black tights that seemed painted to his boyfriend's skin. Kurt kicked his shoes off in anticipation as his underwear and tights slid down in one swift motion. "Lube and condoms are in my bag." He panted as a gust of cool air hit his raw, naked flesh.

Blaine nodded, he didn't care that Kurt was staring away from him, and rummaged through the bag that his boyfriend had tossed on the ground next to the desk. He found the paraphernalia quickly. He sat the condom down on the desk and began to fumble with the lid of the lube. It was always harder to open when he was in desperate need. "Hurry up, baby." Kurt's wanton moan only made the situation more dire.Why do they make this so fucking difficult?

Finally, the lid popped and the teacher spread a generous amount onto his fingers. He didn't bother warming it before pressing a single finger against Kurt's hole. "I swear to God that better be your dick." The younger man shouted. "I've fucked myself on the Mandingo dildo enough times to go this without prep. Just fuck me, Blaine. Shit." A deep breath escaped Blaine's nose. The idea of fucking Kurt without preparation was a tempting one but he was scared to hurt him. He'd fall apart if he ever hurt his boyfriend.

"Babe, I-"

Kurt wiggled his ass and cut him off. "Do you know how big that dildo is? Like 12 inches. It's thick too. Like...horse dick thick. I can take it, baby, just fuck me. Please."Well...um...he did say please. That counts for something right?

The condom was much easier to work with. Blaine had that open and on in a matter of seconds. The teacher coated himself with a generous amount of lubricant, he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for the boy, and positioned himself behind his boyfriend. "Climb down and spread your legs." He instructed.

Kurt hopped off the desk with a wicked smile on his face. He turned slowly to face the desk. He lowered himself slowly unto the furniture until his chest was lying on top of a stack of ungraded papers. The performer took a move from Super Kurt and ran his hands down his sides to the small of his back. Blaine watched as the hands slid down until they were pressed against his cheeks. Kurt gripped tightly before pulling the cheeks apart. His boyfriend's breathe hitched when he saw the tiny, pink opening.

"Fuck me." Two words: one command. That's all Blaine needed. He stepped forward and rubbed the head of his dick against the exposed hole. He heard his boyfriend's breathing hitch at the feeling.

"You sure you want me to fuck you like this, baby? You definitely won't be able to walk tomorrow." Kurt's head rocked against the desk. Blaine assumed it was a nod. "Good. Hold those open until I'm in." He instructed. Again, Kurt's head nodded against the desk.

The teacher pressed in slowly, stopping every time his boyfriend hissed or squirmed. "I'm almost there, baby." He whispered as he pushed in. It was so tight.

Kurt's hands dropped from his ass and flew to grip the far edge of the desk when Blaine bottomed out. As slowly as he'd entered, Blaine pulled back. When he head was the only part of his shaft engulfed in the tight heat, he began to surge forward slowly. "Fuck. Me. Blaine." Kurt hissed.

The teacher pulled back again before slamming into his boyfriend. Each slam was met with a yelp or moan from his boyfriend. "God, yes, Blaine."

The air in the room eventually began to stink of sex. Each man was covered in sweat and their moans could be heard by anyone that was unfortunate enough to be in that building. "Shit Kurt. So tight." The teacher panted as he snaked his arm around his boyfriend to touch his cock.

"No. Don't touch." Kurt panted as yet another trust slammed against his spot. "Wanna come from your dick." Blaine wiped the sweat from his brow and repositioned himself. Then, he slammed into his boyfriend as if his life depended on it.

Kurt knew his orgasm was near. He felt his balls tighten and his body went ridged. "Fuck Blaine I'm gonna..." He cum that shot from his dick was enough to cut him off.

When he felt Kurt contract around him, Blaine tipped over the edge. He rode the wave of his orgasm until he could barely stand up. It wasn't until he collapsed down onto his panting boyfriend that he caught his breathe.

Once the two were cleaned up and redressed, Kurt kissed his boyfriends on the lip and turned to leave. He was stepping away from the desk when he noticed the ruler on the floor. "Do you mind if I keep this? I'd love to use it for one of my shows."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't care what you do during your shows, you can't have my ruler. It's kind of sacred for us now." Kurt grinned and limped away.He's going to feel that for weeks.The thought put a smile on the teacher's face.