Tuesday, August 28

Walking through the door into their Bushwick loft, Kurt and Blaine felt like they were crossing the threshold into a whole new life.  

“Home sweet home,” Blaine sang out, squeezing Kurt's hand.

They spent Tuesday afternoon settling in.  Their bed arrived at 4:00, and they promptly made it up with the new queen-sized sheet set Kurt's dad had given them as a housewarming gift.  Then they headed out to explore the neighborhood in search of something to eat.

When they returned, giddy with the excitement of the big city, Kurt asked, with a gleam in his eye, “Wanna try out our new bed?”

“Oh yeah.”

They started out slowly, peeling each other's clothes off in between kisses, running hands over each newly exposed bit of skin, getting reacquainted.  By the time they were naked, rolling around on their luxuriously large bed, Kurt had worked up the courage to say what had been on his mind for the past week.

“I want you inside me.”

Blaine froze, staring at him with an almost comical mixture of surprise and desire.  “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.  I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I know that this is one more first time I'm ready to share with you.”

Blaine brought up a hand to cup Kurt's cheek.  “Okay.  But you know that if there's anything you're not enjoying, you just tell me, and we'll stop.  Right?”

“I know.  And that's why I feel safe enough to try this.”

Blaine looked concerned at his choice of words.  “Is this something you're wanting to try for my sake, because - ”

Kurt cut him off.  “No.  Not at all.”  Then he laughed.  “I mean, I hope you'll enjoy it too, obviously.  But it's not just for your sake.  It's something I really want to experience with you.” 

Blaine brought their lips together, and Kurt was touched by the tenderness of his kiss.  Wrapping his fingers in the soft hair at the nape of Blaine's neck, Kurt pulled his boyfriend closer, deepening their kiss from sweet to passionate. 

Eventually, Blaine began kissing his way down Kurt's neck, pausing to tongue at the hollow of his throat before continuing on to his chest.  As Blaine's lips found his nipple, Kurt arched up to meet him.  Each flick of Blaine's tongue sent sparks shooting through him.

Kurt moaned as Blaine nibbled teasingly down to his navel, licking inside before sliding lower.  When his boyfriend's mouth closed around his cock, Kurt's hips bucked up reflexively.  Blaine anchored him with a steadying hand.

All too soon, Blaine was pulling away.  Kurt whimpered slightly at the loss of contact.  Blaine smiled up at him.  “Can I get you to turn over?”

Kurt nodded, rolling onto his stomach.  He felt Blaine's hands on his ass, followed by a string of light kisses.  Kurt wriggled a little as Blaine spread his cheeks apart, feeling exposed.  He jerked suddenly as something warm and wet slid up his crack.

“Oh my god!  What are you doing?!?”

“I'm tasting you.”

“You're what?!?”

“Tasting you.  Can I do it again?”

“Um…  Okay.”

Kurt tried to hold still, but it was impossible with Blaine licking at him, first experimentally, and then with greater purpose.  Kurt squirmed on the bed as Blaine's tongue began probing more deeply.  His hips couldn't seem to figure out what they wanted – first grinding his cock down against the mattress, then thrusting his ass back against his boyfriend's tongue.

“Okay, okay, you've gotta stop,” Kurt gasped out.  “You've gotta stop or you're gonna make me come.”

Blaine pulled away slightly, giving Kurt one last kiss on each cheek.  “Okay, roll back over.”

Kurt did so, having a little difficulty getting his limbs to cooperate.  Blaine grabbed a pillow, folded it up, and wedged it beneath his hips, before reaching for the lube.

“Is this okay?”

Kurt nodded, unable to find his voice.  The sight of Blaine slicking up his fingers gave Kurt a strange, swooping sensation in his stomach.  He reached for his boyfriend's free hand, interlacing their fingers.  Blaine gave him a reassuring squeeze.  “I think you're really going to love this.  God knows I always do.  But if anything doesn't feel good to you, just let me know, okay?”

Kurt nodded again, returning the pressure of Blaine's hand.  He sucked in a sharp breath as Blaine gently pushed a finger inside him.  It was an odd sensation, and he couldn't quite tell whether he liked it or not.  

After sliding his finger in and out a couple of times, Blaine asked, “Is it okay if I try two?”

“Yeah.”

Kurt gasped as Blaine pushed back in with two fingers, muscles contracting involuntarily at the unfamiliar stretch.  He was about to ask his boyfriend to hold still for a moment to let him adjust, when Blaine crooked his fingers up and made him lose the power of speech.

“Hnnngggghhhh…”

Blaine grinned at him, pressing his fingers in more deeply, dragging them over Kurt's prostate, making him cry out as his body convulsed.  The intensity was both too much and not enough, leaving Kurt begging an incoherent chant of please, please, Blaine, please… 

Blaine stilled his fingers, stretching forward to kiss at Kurt's open mouth.  “Shhh, baby, it's okay.  I've got you.  Just tell me what you need.”

“God, I want you to fuck me.”

Blaine's pupils dilated, and Kurt could feel his boyfriend's cock twitch where it lay pressed against his hip.  “I'd love to, but I feel like you're still really tight, and I don't want to hurt you.”

“Well, then, hurry up and stretch me out, because I can't wait much longer.”

Blaine gave him one last, lingering kiss, before moving back down between his legs.  Kurt let out a small noise of protest as Blaine removed his fingers to coat them with more lube.  

When Blaine pushed back in with three fingers, Kurt bit down hard on his own lip, afraid that his boyfriend would stop if he allowed any sound of pain to escape.  The stretch was intense, but as Blaine's mouth sank down around his cock, Kurt could feel his body yielding, gradually accepting his boyfriend's fingers, then welcoming them deeper.  

It wasn't long before Kurt could feel a familiar tension building within him.  He tugged at Blaine's hair.  “Honey, stop,” he panted.  “I don't wanna come until you're inside me.”

Blaine looked up at him from beneath those unfairly long, dark eyelashes.  “Are you ready?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

Kurt winced a little as his boyfriend pulled his fingers free, and Blaine gave him an apologetic smile.  “Sorry, baby.  I always hate that part, too,” he murmured, reaching for a condom.

Kurt held out a hand to stop him.  “Could you maybe not use that?  Neither of us has ever been with anyone else, and I just really want to feel you…”

Blaine hesitated for a second, then tossed the condom aside and grabbed the bottle of lube instead.  He squeezed out a dollop into his hand, thoroughly coating his cock, and then stroking his slippery hand along the length of Kurt's cock, as well, swiping his thumb teasingly over the head.

Kurt was too far gone to feel embarrassed about the needy sound he let out.  He watched impatiently as Blaine withdrew his hand and used it to line himself up with Kurt's entrance.  The boys locked eyes as Blaine slowly pushed inside.

Kurt's breath puffed out in short, sharp bursts.  Blaine's cock was just so much more than his fingers – the size, the heat, the intimacy was overwhelming.  It wasn't until Blaine asked, “Baby, are you crying?” that Kurt became aware of the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.

Smiling up into his boyfriend's worried face, Kurt answered, “No.  I promise.  I just love you so much, I guess it's spilling out.”  

“God, I love you too.”

Blaine leaned down for a kiss, and Kurt lifted his head to meet him, suddenly hungry for his boyfriend's lips.  Wrapping both arms and legs tightly around Blaine's body, Kurt pulled him even closer, erasing all boundaries between them.    

An endless time later (or maybe it had only been a few minutes) Kurt felt Blaine laughing against his mouth.  Pulling away slightly, Blaine grinned down at him.  “This feels really amazing, but do you think you could loosen your grip a little so that I could move?”

With one last kiss, Kurt dropped his head down on the pillow, relaxing his hold to allow Blaine to slide partway out before sinking back in.  He moaned as Blaine adjusted the angle, finding his prostate.  Soon Blaine was rocking his hips with a steady rhythm, and Kurt could feel himself falling apart.  The pleasure was so deep, he didn't know how he could bear it.   

As Blaine continued thrusting into him, Kurt lost all voluntary control of his body.  He lay writhing helplessly on the bed, ass clenching, cock twitching, breath coming in ragged gasps, low, animal noises being dragged from somewhere deep in his chest.  It was terrifying and glorious and he never wanted it to end.  

Kurt could feel himself unraveling, releasing everything to which he'd ever clung.  Every tightness within him was softening, dissolving, until his whole being was laid bare and open.  And Blaine was there, filling him and surrounding him.  Everything was love, and nothing hurt.  

Everything was love.