When they reach the top of the stairs leading to Blaine’s front door, before Kurt has a chance to take a deep breath, Sebastian has one hand gripping his hip and the other tight around the back of Kurt’s neck, pulling him in for a fiercely passionate kiss.  Kurt whines into it, succumbing completely to Sebastian as he licks into Kurt’s mouth, deepening the kiss and causing Kurt to drop Blaine’s hand in favor of grabbing Sebastian’s shirt with both of his.

“Guys, as fun as this is to watch, maybe we should continue inside, where no one can see us,” Blaine muses, opening the door and stepping inside.  Sebastian releases his hold on Kurt, who seems to be stuck in a trance, eyes still closed, lips still puckered, hands still fisted in the material of Sebastian’s button down.

“Just thought I’d get that out of the way, sweetheart,” Sebastian mutters, guiding Kurt inside and letting his hand slip down to feel Kurt’s ass.  Kurt jumps slightly but definitely doesn’t reject the attention—Sebastian must have put him under some kind of spell.  Fuck, can that man kiss.

Once they’re inside, Sebastian slams Kurt into the wall next to the door, reclaiming his mouth and palming his ass.  Kurt can’t seem to stop making noises, groaning and grasping at Sebastian wherever his hands can reach.  He’s being moved again, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes, too involved in their make out session, the breath being knocked out of him slightly as he’s pushed down onto a bed, Sebastian landing on top of him.  He feels a second pair of hands start to undo his shirt, Blaine’s hands, and they feel so good, and Sebastian’s mouth feels so good, and he’s floating.

His shirt is off and Sebastian is kissing down his chest, nipping lightly and licking at his light happy trail, massaging his thumbs over Kurt’s sensitive nipples, coaxing moan after moan out of his mouth.  His head is in Blaine’s lap and Blaine’s hands are working through his hair, soothing and comforting and sensual.  Sebastian starts to remove his pants and it isn’t until he hears a low chuckle from him that he opens his eyes.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Sebastian taunts as he runs his fingers across Kurt’s hips, pressing and smoothing down the fabric of the light blue, swirly, somewhat see through panties he’s wearing.  Fuck, he’d almost forgot.

“C’mon, Kurt, tell him,” Blaine whispers smoothly, still caressing Kurt’s scalp, making his brain feel like its melting and oozing out of his ears.

“I…Blaine asked me to dress up for him,” Kurt explains, breath hitching when Sebastian pulls at the waistband of his underwear and snaps it against his skin.  They’re already so tight, digging into his skin, stretching to the point where they almost seem like they’ll break over his cock.  His skin peeks through the more sheer areas, the swirls accentuating his light skin.

“Turn over,” Sebastian all but growls, grabbing at Kurt’s hips and helping him along, Blaine moving away from his head and pushing his arms up so that he’s on his hands and knees, naked but for the panties, exposed for these two men.  He feels vulnerable, being on display, both of them still clothed, their power over him strong and clear—he feels vulnerable, and undeniably safe.

“Fuck,” Sebastian moans, running his hands over and over Kurt’s ass cheeks, the panties spreading thin over them, too small to hold all of his flesh, so it scoops out at the bottom.  Sebastian’s hands feel so good, and he feels the panties extend a bit further as his dick hardens even more.

            He feels Sebastian spread his cheeks apart, feels his breath hover over his skin, going in to lick at his hole, and he remembers just in time—Sebastian is in for another surprise.

            He turns his head in time to see Sebastian looking at Blaine in amazement, a single eyebrow arched.  Blaine looks back, smug and proud, gesturing to Kurt’s ass as if giving Sebastian permission.  Sebastian pulls the panties down, just far enough that their caught at the bottom of Kurt’s ass, and presses a finger against the metal there, prodding roughly at it and making Kurt moan.

            “How long have you been wearing a fucking butt plug?” Sebastian inquires, pulling at the base a little before pressing it back in, causing Kurt to slump down on the bed and moan, his arms no longer supporting him, his ass sticking up in the air from where his knees still prop him up.

            “I told him to wear it,” Blaine answers, seeming to realize that Kurt is completely incapable of answering due to Sebastian’s playing with the plug, shallowly fucking him with it, experimenting with how close he can get to popping it out before shoving it back in and making Kurt squeal.  “He asked me what he could do for me to prepare for when we met up after class, so I told him to wear it, because I anticipated a long evening of fucking him till he couldn’t take it—and then some—and wanted him to be ready.”

            “So he just sat in class with this in, perfectly fucking normal?” Sebastian questions skeptically.

            “He’s a champ,” Blaine preens, moving to join Sebastian and sitting on the other side of Kurt, surprising him with a light smack on his ass.  “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

            “I-it wasn’t so bad, shit,” Kurt manages to get out, hips thrusting slightly back against Sebastian’s ministrations, his cock seeking friction but only meeting air.  “It’s small, so I-I just tried to not move too much, ah, please,” Kurt begs, his hands twisting in the sheets near his head and his hips pushing back harshly, making Sebastian lose focus and press the plug all the way in.  Kurt moans loudly at the sensation before sighing, content with something back in him and pressing all the right places.

            “Please what, babe?” Blaine asks innocently, slapping him again, right on his ass, not so lightly this time.  “You know I can’t help you unless you tell me what you need.”

            “Fuck me, please, please, need it, need you, both of you, please.”  Kurt is squirming on the bed, reaching a hand down to touch himself, groaning in frustration when Blaine intercepts it and shoos Sebastian out of the way, maneuvering himself against the headboard and gesturing to Sebastian to help him settle Kurt in his lap.

            Sebastian pulls the plug out all the way, much to Kurt’s chagrin, and maneuvers him into Blaine’s lap.  Kurt immediately latches his mouth onto Blaine’s neck, causing his head to fall back while Kurt attacked the skin there, needing to concentrate on something other than the sensations these two beautiful men were subjecting to his body.

            The heat of Sebastian’s body goes missing for a minute, and when he comes back Kurt has his hands down Blaine’s pants and Blaine’s big, rough hands are gripping his naked hips.

            “You look so fucking good like that, completely naked, the only one—I can’t even handle it,” Sebastian praises, caressing Kurt’s ass and spanking him a few times and making his gasp out little sounds, his forehead pressed into Blaine’s shoulder while his hands continue to work over Blaine’s cock and balls.  Sebastian must’ve gone to get lube, because suddenly there are wet fingers pushing into Kurt’s already open hole, and he yelps a bit in surprise.

            “Oh, god, please, please no teasing, just fuck me fuck me, please,” Kurt begs, making both Blaine and Sebastian groan, Sebastian leaning in to bite Kurt harshly on his shoulder.  Kurt presses back against the three fingers in him, not enough, not nearly enough, but it’s all they’re giving him for now and he’ll take what he can get.

            Until suddenly, it’s not all he can get.  Sebastian is removing his fingers and looping an arm around Kurt’s waist to remove his hands, tugging at his wrists to pull them out from Blaine’s pants and replacing his own hand there, pulling Blaine out, still completely dressed except for his dick coming up from his waistband.

            “Ride me,” Blaine whispers right against Kurt’s ear, and that’s all he needs.  It’s not even his choice, really, as four hands guide his hole over Blaine’s dick, dropping him down and making him take it.

            A long, loud moan fills the room, and Kurt knows it’s him, but can’t fathom how to stop making the noise.  He gives up when Blaine starts fucking up into him, barely even coming out at all, mostly just thrusting deeper and grinding him on his cock.

            Sebastian is pressed up hard against him, also still dressed, and the soft, warm feeling of his suit against Kurt’s skin makes him sweat.  Sandwiched between two fully dressed, older men—he’s never fantasized about it before, but he can’t imagine why.

            “You like that, don’t you?” Sebastian murmurs into his ear, working a finger into Kurt’s ass alongside Blaine.  “You like us taking care of you, teaching you new tricks, showing you how naughty you can be.”  He gets two fingers in, thrusting in time with Blaine, and Kurt can’t even form words in his head, let alone out loud.

            “Tell him you want him to fuck you, too,” Blaine demands, driving up harder and bringing a hand to Kurt’s chin, forcing him to make eye contact.  “Beg him to fuck you with me, baby, and maybe we’ll listen.”

            Kurt knows it’s just a formality—Sebastian is going to do it no matter what—but he has to obey, knows he’ll be punished somehow if he doesn’t.  So he does what he knows how to do best—he begs.

            “Please, oh please,” he cries out.  “I need him too, need to be stretched so wide, stuck on you both, so good, so big, please, give it to me, make me take it.”

            Sebastian snarls, seemingly unable to wait, and removes his fingers before pressing his dick against Kurt’s hole.  Blaine stills, allowing Sebastian to push up and in more easily, Kurt’s hole resisting briefly before ultimately giving way.

            “Ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod,” a constant stream, never-ending, from Kurt’s mouth, and they aren’t even moving yet.

            After a moment, Blaine shifts so that he can stretch his head over Kurt’s shoulder, causing him to scream at the minute movement, and presses his forehead to Sebastian’s.

            “Go,” is all he says before he and Sebastian are kissing, and Sebastian starts fucking into Kurt fast and hard and rough.  Blaine remains still, a persistent pressure contrasting Sebastian’s forceful and powerful thrusts, making Kurt scream unintelligibly into Blaine’s neck.

            Blaine pulls back from Sebastian’s move at some point, and Sebastian goes back to biting any skin of Kurt’s back that he can reach, digging his teeth in hard without ever drawing blood, laying marks everywhere so that no bit of skin is missed.  He smacks Kurt’s ass every once in a while, as if he keeps forgetting to do it, making Kurt squeal every time, feeling the skin burn; it turned him on so much.

            Blaine removes his hands from where they’d been gripping tightly on Kurt’s hips, ensuring that Sebastian’s take his place (and won’t those hips look so pretty later, with the deep formed, finger shaped bruises of Blaine’s hands, and the harsh, red scratches from Sebastian’s long fingernails?).  He guides Kurt’s head up with a hand on either side, swiping his sweat soaked fringe from his forehead and laying kisses all over his face: on his cheeks, his nose, his temple, the sides of his mouth, finally kissing him, finally letting Kurt fuck him with his tongue, finally letting Kurt control this one thing.

            “Oh, baby, what a beautiful little slut you are,” Sebastian moans from behind them, gripping Kurt’s hips harder and pressing him further into Blaine (and won’t he be so sore and damp after this, from being pressed up against their clothed bodies, too much heat and too much friction, delicious pressure against his thighs and his ass being split open?).  Kurt whines into Blaine’s mouth and comes all over his dress shirt, his cock rubbing harshly against his own skin and Blaine’s clothes, sticking them together.

            “Poor baby,” Sebastian teases gently, slowing down just a bit and making Kurt whine at the friction that induces, heightening his oversensitivity.  “All tuckered out when we’ve yet to come.”  Sebastian slows down even more, a steady drag of his cock in and out, sliding coarsely against Blaine’s which stays deep seated in Kurt.

            “I can’t….I can’t,” Kurt mumbles, his breath hitching every time Sebastian pushes in and they’re both stretching him wide, too wide, what was once so pleasurable now only achy and overbearing.

            “I think maybe you can,” Sebastian counters, pressing all the way up and barely movie, just jabbing quickly against Kurt, completely pressed inside and shifting ever so slightly.

            “God,” Kurt moans, pushing down against them, knowing it’s too much but unable to unseat himself, no matter how badly he wants to.  He wants them to come in him, wants to milk it out of them, so he clenches, over and over, wailing at how sharp it is for him, too much too much too much, but he fucks down, and pulls himself up, barely able to move but clenching hard, riding them both and making them moan so loud, just as loud as he’d been before, and he knows he can do it, can get them there.

            He gets Sebastian first, feels the come spill out and fill him up, sliding down Blaine’s cock and dripping out as Sebastian pulls out, flopping back against the bed, giving Kurt just that little bit of relief he needed.  He starts to ride Blaine hard, the squelch of Sebastian’s come both encouraging him and semi grossing him out, but all he wants is more, is Blaine’s come too, mixing and dripping out and making him so messy.

            He gets it, finally, when all that’s inside of him is the tip of Blaine’s dick, and Blaine pulls him down hard, crying out his name, burying his teeth into the side of Kurt’s neck and making Kurt yelp, shoving Kurt onto his back, half lying on Sebastian as he fucks into him erratically, coming for a long time, filling Kurt up and pressing in deep.

            Blaine collapses onto Kurt, only moving when Sebastian curses at him to let him breathe, falling out from Kurt’s gaping, messy hole.

            “I really need to…” Blaine laughs, gesturing down to himself, still in his suit, his dick out and covered in come, Kurt’s own come drying on his shirt.  “I’ll get you a washcloth, beautiful,” he mutters against Kurt’s lips before kissing him hard and dirty, Kurt unable to do anything but lie there and take it, perfectly convinced he’ll never be able to move again.

            And then Kurt’s alone with Sebastian.  Sebastian who moves out the rest of the way from under him, leaving him naked and sticky on the bed.  Sebastian who removes his own, sweaty clothes before sitting down next to Kurt and leaning in, hovering over him appreciatively.

            “You really are beautiful, you know,” he admires, eyes raking over Kurt’s face and body.  “I can see exactly why Blaine likes you so much.”

            Kurt blushes, squirming a bit under the scrutiny, grateful when Blaine comes back with the washcloth, only to want to smack him upside the head a moment later for what he says.

            “Kurt, you don’t mind if Sebastian cleans you up, do you?  I just wanna hop in the shower real quick—we can take turns.”  And how can Kurt say no, when Blaine is giving him those puppy eyes, and Sebastian looks like he’ll break if Kurt turns him down?  So he nods, and is once again alone with this man he barely knows, this man he’s fairly sure was once in love with Kurt’s object of affection and desire, and he has no idea what to say.

            Luckily for him, it seems that Sebastian has enough to say for the both of them, so he just listens while Sebastian talks and tries not to be too embarrassed as Sebastian thoroughly and tenderly wipes the come from his body.

            “Just a tip, by the way…Blaine loves a little manscaping.  If you’re all smooth down there, and…here.”  Sebastian cups Kurt’s soft cock, making him gasp, and he relents easily, letting go, but making sure to smirk up at Kurt.  “He’s crazy into the whole innocence thing.  And on you?  Baby, it’s so natural.  You’re young, and your skin is so…smooth and pale and beautiful.  In those panties?  If you even just trimmed it you’d have him panting in a heartbeat.”

            At the mention of heartbeats, Kurt notices his own is thumping hard against his chest, Sebastian’s words turning him on and not helping at all to cool him down.  Sebastian finishes cleaning him up and hovers again, his lips right over Kurt’s.

            “I could never really pull it off, but you?  He’ll never let you go,” Sebastian confesses, and in his eyes Kurt sees something almost like regret—a twinge of something more, as if he still loved Blaine, as if he’d never stopped, and it makes his own breath hitch.  But suddenly that something more is gone, and Sebastian’s eyes shift back to dark and dirty.

            “Call him daddy,” is the last thing Sebastian says before descending onto Kurt’s mouth, claiming it and bruising it, only pulling away when the bathroom door opens and soft chuckles emit from the side of the bed.

            “It’s nice to see you two playing nice,” Blaine mocks, bending to kiss Kurt too before pulling back, looking quizzically down at what Kurt is sure is a dark blush across his cheeks and a misty eyed expression.

            “Um, if someone could…help me up, I think I’d like to shower next,” Kurt mumbles, smiling shyly as both men eagerly lift him to standing and assist him to the bathroom.  Once he assures them he can stand on his own, if not incredibly wobbly, they leave him be, and he steps into the shower, immediately during the spray up and sighing in relief at the cold water that pours down on him.

            Call him daddy, Sebastian had said.  Kurt’s not sure why this is affecting him so much.  The innocence stuff, the manscaping, he sort of gets.  But will it really do it for Blaine if Kurt builds up the age thing?  He supposes it added something extra for him every time they called him ‘baby’…he didn’t necessarily notice it too much, but it definitely turned him on.  Kurt slumps against the shower wall, not sure what to make of any of it, and just tries to enjoy the water beating down on his sore body, slightly soothing all the bite marks and hand made bruises and, of course, his ass.

            When he feels something close to solid again, he shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping himself in the giant, fluffy towel Blaine left for him; it’s instantly comforting, and Kurt sighs contently.

            Then he hears it—soft but harsh words from outside the bathroom.  He cracks the door open as minutely as he can, and listens.

            “Look, you know what this was,” he hears Blaine whisper, his tone harsher than Kurt has ever heard it.  “I can’t believe you’re starting in on this again, what made you think anything has changed?”

            “Please, you can’t expect me to believe you’re falling for him when you never had feelings for me!” Sebastian responds, obviously not as concerned about keeping his voice down.  “I like that kid, okay, but we were so much better. I can be better, I swear, Blaine, please...I…I still love you, please don’t—“

            “I honestly cannot believe you right now, Sebastian.  We were finally friends, you were such a good friend…what, just so you could get close to me again?  Try to seduce me again?  You know I never had feelings for you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t reciprocate it, but that is not something you can force!  And you know that I’m…falling for him.  You could see it, I know, the second you walked into my classroom.  So what, you thought this would change my mind?  Proposition me to run away with you, or whatever?  It’s not going to work, Sebastian, and it hurts so much that you ever thought it would.”

            “Fine,” Sebastian spits out.  “Fine, I get it.  But we can’t do this anymore, Blaine.  I love you.  I have loved you since the first time I said it however long ago and I lied when I said I didn’t mean it, and I still love you today.  So if that’s really how you feel…I can’t be your friend anymore.  Not like this, not like…any of it.”

            “Sebastian that’s—“

            “I have to go.”  And it sounds like he’s crying, and Kurt wants to come out of the bathroom, but he’s stuck, shell shocked, unsure of what to make of it all.

            “Goodbye, Blaine,” he hears Sebastian mutter, and creaks the door open just that much more so he can see them.  They’re hugging, Blaine with his arms firm but tentative around Sebastian, and Sebastian clinging to him desperately.

            He steps back, unable to watch anymore.  He hears the door slam, and Blaine flop down onto the bed.  He decides to wait a few minutes, unable to approach him just yet.

            He’s falling in love.  Blaine is falling in love, and Kurt doesn’t know what to do with that.  Is he falling in love too?  Is that what this is?  Kurt had thought it’d been about sex, although Blaine has always felt like more than that, more like home than just a fuck buddy, but love.

            He decides to file it away too, along with everything Sebastian had mentioned, leaving it in the back of his mind for later, when he’s alone.

            “All done!” he announces as he enters the bedroom, startling Blaine.  He joins him on the bed, curling up into his side, both of them still in their towels.

            “Where’s Sebastian?” he asks, hoping his voice doesn’t betray what he already knows.

            “Oh, don’t worry about that, he…he had to go.  And, um, he told me about this job offering…he’s actually moving to Spain,” Blaine divulges, putting on a good show, so good that if Kurt didn’t already know, he doesn’t think he’d suspect a thing.

            “Good for him,” Kurt replies, pressing a palm over Blaine’s heart.  “Will you miss him?”

            “Yeah, I…” Blaine stops, seeming to choose his words.  “He was a really great friend.  But you know, people move on, and…stories end.  And now I have you.”  Blaine turns to him and smiles, and his eyes shine bright with love that Kurt can’t believe he didn’t see before.  In that moment, Kurt thinks maybe he’s falling a little bit in love too.