"Kurt," Blaine whines as Kurt slides a hand down and rubs along the straining outline of Blaine's erection over his boxer-briefs.

"I... double-dare you," Kurt smiles wickedly.  Kurt continues to run his hand over Blaine, swiping his thumb over the damp spot at the tip as Blaine writhes beneath him.  Blaine is feeling dizzy; he's reeling in the intoxication from wine and the much more potent drug that is just Kurt.

"You're playing dirty," Blaine grinds out, trying to lift his hips to gain more pressure from Kurt's hand.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Kurt quips back.  He gives Blaine a firm squeeze and suddenly Blaine feels cold. Blaine opens his eyes, not even realizing they were closed, to see Kurt clambering off of him and walking away.  Kurt looks over his shoulder at Blaine.  "Are you coming or not?"  Blaine isn't sure, but he swears he hears Kurt place emphasis on that word.

There's a beat where Blaine takes a moment to collect himself but almost immediately he's practically falling off of the couch, just barely catching himself on the arm as he makes to follow Kurt into the bedroom.  When he gets there, Kurt is standing by the bed, already shirtless, and pushing down his pajama pants and underwear before climbing onto the bed.  Blaine quickly follows suit, tripping over the garment in his haste to get to Kurt and leaving the door open in his wake so that the only light in the small bedroom is from the living area down the hall.

Kurt is splayed out against the pillows, lazily stroking himself, and the view would be more obscene if it weren't so familiar.  He only has to arch an eyebrow at Blaine and Blaine is gravitating toward Kurt and crawling up alongside him on the bed.

Blaine throws a leg over both of Kurt's, pressing his body against Kurt's as much as he can and trying not to concentrate too much on the rub from his erection against Kurt's hip.  He covers Kurt's still moving hand with his own and changes the grip.  Kurt's body rocks ever-so-slightly upward in response.

For a few moments they both watch Kurt's cock slip in and out of their grip until Kurt turns his head towards Blaine and presses their lips together.  Blaine's forced to release his grasp as Kurt rolls on top of him, still kissing him deeply and breathing harshly through his nose. And when Kurt cants his hips down, slotting their bodies together in a well-practiced maneuver, Blaine can only respond in kind.

Their skin is sweat-sticky, causing muscles and bones to catch and drag in just-this-side-of-unpleasant ways.  Kurt's arms bracket Blaine's face as he attempts to get closer while Blaine claws his hands down his back, down to grasp the flesh of Kurt's ass.

Through the alcohol- and lust- and heat-addled haze Blaine can feel himself getting too close much too soon.  Almost as if Kurt could sense this he backs off; slows down and sits up, wiping the back of his hand on his brow and still rocking slightly as he looks down at Blaine with a grin.

Blaine remembers.  "Kurt, you weren't serious--"

"A dare's a dare, love.  Can't back out now," Kurt uses his index finger to trace down the center of Blaine's chest.

Blaine huffs and lets his head fall back against the pillows.  He tries to take a few shuddering breaths in an attempt to cool off.  Before he's even inhaled twice, though, Kurt's fingers are curled around him again, thumb dipping into the slit to smear the clear fluid collecting there and sliding downward with a firm stroke.

Blaine's own hands slide up to grip at Kurt's legs, thumbs digging into the crease where thigh meets hip just to have something to hold onto.  He can't stop the moan that escapes as Kurt does this fantastic twist of his wrist.

From his perch above Blaine, Kurt is all too aware of how hard he is himself and it is really rather tempting to just end things now and give them both what they both want.  Having Blaine hard and so desperate for it beneath him always gives him quite the rush.  Nights like tonight are few and far between unfortunately so being able to fully enjoy watching his usually so put-together fiancé fall apart at the seams--giving him a tipsy striptease, masturbating in front of him, and now attempting to hold himself back when Kurt knows all he wants to do is let go--is an opportunity Kurt is not about to pass up.

He almost feels guilty for removing his hand once more from Blaine, especially at Blaine's unrestrained whine, but can't quite find it in himself as Blaine vengefully pulls Kurt down and suddenly Kurt finds himself looking up at Blaine.  "You tease," Blaine growls before moving down Kurt's body and enveloping his aching cock between his lips.

In a moment of lust-triggered-mania, Kurt laughs.  Except it comes out as more of a choked-off sound as Blaine works him over with ferocity--tongue swirling and lips sliding and just wet and heat.  But Kurt laughs because Blaine, in a perfect display of just how wonderful he is, seems to have figured it out.  Or rather, remembered.  Blaine hits every pleasure-point with a practiced ease.  And when the hand not holding firm to the base of Kurt's cock makes its way down to stroke at his balls, Kurt cries out and tosses his head back as he falls over the edge.

Kurt has both hands in Blaine's hair and he tugs in an attempt to pull Blaine up and kiss him, despite the awkward tangle of limbs and his oversensitivity.  Blaine's mouth instantly parts and lets Kurt's tongue sweep over his own to just feel and to taste and Kurt loves this man.

When they break apart Kurt bends his knee to fit between Blaine's thighs and lets him rock against him.  At this point, Blaine is painfully hard and honestly he's surprised he's made it this far.  "Kurt, can I?  I--"

"You took a shortcut," Kurt huffs out a laugh.  Kurt should know by now that withholding orgasms does nothing if not make Blaine more determined.

"You love it when I do that," Blaine breathes hard and for a second lets his head drop onto Kurt's chest.  He looks back up at Kurt with a mischievous glint. "Tell the truth, Kurt."

"Oh, fuck you," Kurt retorts, unable to really think of anything more clever to say in his post-orgasm haze.  Having Blaine still hard and pressed all alongside him isn't doing much to clear his mind, either.

"Please," Blaine begs and Kurt can just hear the question in the word, as if asking for permission.

"Fine," Kurt means for it to sound like a concession but instead his voice betrays the eagerness and want returning much too soon. Blaine exhales something like relief and props himself on his hands and knees.  Kurt still manages to roll his eyes at this as he leans toward the nightstand to grab the lube and a condom.  "My god, Blaine, you act like you haven't been through much worse before."

Blaine's voice is muffled by the pillow where his face is buried as he mumbles, "I did a striptease for you I think I deserve this."

Kurt just moves behind him, chuckling quietly to himself, and smacks at Blaine with the hand not already covered in lube.  He slides his other hand down the crevice of Blaine's ass and rubs a slick thumb over Blaine's entrance, pressing in just a little bit-enough to have Blaine pushing back against him in an attempt for more.

Kurt pushes Blaine's legs further apart and leans down to place a kiss at the base of Blaine's spine at the same time that he slides a finger into Blaine, immediately pulling it back and pushing it back in over and over again.  He takes little pretense before pushing in another alongside it, crooking the two and finding quite easily the spot that makes Blaine's arms give out temporarily.

Blaine keeps up a constant stream of Kurt and god and don't stop and just vowel sounds as Kurt keeps a steady hand on his hip.  He fucks Blaine with the two fingers much longer than he normally would, varying the pattern at which he rubs against Blaine's prostate just to keep him on edge as long as possible.  He finally adds a third finger when Blaine curses loudly and pushes his ass back toward Kurt so hard he nearly knocks him backward.

Blaine desperately wants to reach down and begin stroking himself but he knows the minute he does it would be over all too soon and he is not about to give Kurt that satisfaction.  His thighs are shaking from the strain and the sensations shooting up his spine are making his head spin.  Suddenly, he feels empty and he feels a sting--Kurt has pulled his fingers out and apparently bitten Blaine on the ass. Blaine would hate him right now if he didn't love him so damn much.

Kurt's fingers are pressing at him again almost instantly and Blaine whines, rocking on his knees and reaching behind him in an attempt to grab at Kurt and make him do something.  But Kurt, as always, is ahead of him.  His fingers are replaced soon enough with the head of his cock, pushing in devastatingly slowly before he thrusts in the rest of the way and pauses just long enough to let Blaine adjust.

Kurt leans forward to wrap an arm around Blaine's torso and lines his body along Blaine's as much as he can, not even kissing him--just pressing his mouth to every inch of skin that he can reach in between breaths.  Kurt's pace is steady and fast, pushing hard into Blaine and causing them both to make broken noises into the quiet, humid air around them.  Kurt can feel the tension building and feels himself getting close and he slows the pace, focusing on the drag and the way Blaine's chest is heaving.

"Kurt, I'm close," Blaine says brokenly, reaching down and finally wrapping a hand around himself where he's been aching and leaking for what seems like much too long.

But Kurt just quickens the pace again and bats Blaine's hand away, replacing it with his own.  He rubs his thumb at that most sensitive spot just under the head and Blaine's whole body jerks in a response. "Kurt..."

Blaine's body gives another shudder and he nearly falls forward.  Kurt catches him, still rocking his hips just slight enough to barely drag against that heavenly spot, but stops pumping him.  Instead, he pinches at the base of Blaine's cock and Blaine cries out, tears springing in his eyes from frustration.

"Truth or dare, Blaine," Kurt practically purrs into Blaine's ear.

"Kurt," Blaine grinds out, "Now is not the time--"

"Truth. Or. Dare."

"Oh my fucking god. Truth."  Blaine pushes back and forth in attempt to gain any sort of friction he can.

Kurt keeps his grip on Blaine's cock as he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming his hips back into Blaine.  Blaine's answering moan practically echoes off the walls.  "Do you want to come, Blaine?"

"Is that even a question--" Blaine grits his teeth.  A bead of sweat drops from a matted curl onto his cheek and slides down and Blaine's nerves are so hypersensitive that it feels like it burns his skin on the way down.

"Blaine." Kurt's voice is low and drawn out, almost seeming far away even though Blaine can feel his cheek against the back of his neck.

"Yesyesyesyes," Blaine can't seem to stop repeating the word.  Kurt finally lets go and Blaine's orgasm wracks through him like a lightning bolt, spilling onto the tangled sheets beneath them.  Kurt continues thrusting into him, riding him through it until his own completion not to long after--with Blaine's name on his lips and fingers digging hard into Blaine's ribs.

They both collapse simultaneously in a heap of exhausted limbs, just resting there until breathing patterns return to normal.  Kurt rolls over onto his back and Blaine feels himself being tugged onto him until his chin is resting on Kurt's chest where he can still feel the slightly-accelerated beat of Kurt's heart.

Blaine looks up at Kurt's face, the picture of sated calmness--cheeks flushed, hair in disarray, lips kissed-red.  Kurt has his eyes closed but when Blaine brings a hand up to tap at his stomach, they flutter open.  Kurt smiles at him.  "Mmm, that was fun."

Blaine props himself on an elbow and nods in agreement, tracing circles in the light scattering of hair around Kurt's navel.  He grins as an idea occurs to him.  "Truth or dare."

Kurt looks down at him with a look between affection and confusion. "Dare.  Why not at this point."

"I dare you to clean us up and go get me something to eat," Blaine says casually, still tracing shapes into Kurt's skin.

Kurt's stomach jumps as he laughs, "That's not how it works."

"Hey, a dare's a dare," Blaine says in a mocking tone.  He has just enough time to grin up at him before Kurt grabs him by the back of the neck and shuts him up with a kiss.