Kurt quietly turns the key in the lock, giggling softly as she thinks of the shocked look Blaine will have when he sees her home. She isn't due back from her week of vacation with Rachel and Santana until tomorrow, and by the sound of Blaine fucking into his fist last night while she told him how she wanted to ride him into the mattress when she got home, he's desperate to have her back.

The door swings open, and she steps into the room. Blaine is nowhere to be found. He must be sleeping in, that lazy boy, Kurt thinks to herself. She sets her bags down in the living room and unwinds her scarf as she walks up to their bedroom door.

Suddenly, a loud moan breaks the silence of the apartment, and Kurt grins. She pulls her shirt over her head, tugs her skirt down so it pools at her ankles, and steps out of it. Her bra gets quickly unclipped and tossed aside, her panties pulled down and kicked off. She opens the door, thankful that it doesn't squeak, and peers inside.

Kurt was expecting him to have a hand wrapped around his cock, so when she sees his cock lying hard but untouched on his stomach, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. But she registers a quiet buzzing sound, and where Blaine's hands are, and - oh.

Blaine has one hand in his hair and one hand pushing a vibrator inside of him. He's sweaty and groaning and whimpering and Kurt's breath hitches as she takes in the picture. She's never really thought about this - she knows that Blaine has dated guys, fucked guys, and okay yes, she kind of gets off on it, but in a more abstract way - she'd never thought about him really getting fucked. And she'd certainly never thought that she would find it so fucking hot.

But there she was, watching her boyfriend fuck himself, and looking like he loved it, being filled up, the little slut. Kurt feels her heart speed up a little, her pussy getting wet.

She just watches Blaine rock the vibrator into himself for a minute, but then she hears Blaine start to talk, and his voice so fucking broken and saying her name and fuck. "Kurt, Kurt, god, fuck me, please fuck me" he whimpers and Kurt snaps her gaze to Blaine's face where he's looking right at her, panting and desperate.

For a second she's frozen, but when Blaine angles the vibrator a certain way he tosses his head back into the pillow and sobs "Please".

Kurt rushes to the bed, kneeling next to him, kissing him deeply for just a second before she fumbles with his hand that was holding the vibrator. "You want me to fuck you?" she asks, voice low and slightly breathless.

"God yes, fuck me, do it" Blaine whimpers, and Kurt swats his hand away, taking the vibrator from him. After a brief hesitation, she pulls the vibrator out slowly, and then thrusts it back in. Blaine lets out a strangled groan. "More".

"Yeah?" her own voice is tinged with arousal, and she complies, fucking the vibrator into him faster. Blaine is panting raggedly, whining a little and fucking back onto the cock. The slick fucking can barely be heard over the buzz of the vibrator, but sometimes Kurt's hand makes a light slap against Blaine's ass.

And god, she was loving just making him take it. She took her hand off of where it was laying on his undulating stomach and brought it between her legs, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit and moaning.

Blaine lets out a choked sound, eyes burning dark and piercing as he watches her. "Close, close, fuck Kurt-"

She brings her hand away from herself with a whimper and wraps it around his cock, slick with her juices. "You're taking it so good, Blaine. I didn't know you needed this, baby, you've been fucking me so good" she coos.

Blaine's hips twitch, caught between fucking into her hand and down on the vibrator as he gets close

"You need this, don't you? You need to have a cock in your ass, need to fill full. You love it. You look so good getting fucked."

Blaine writhes, shaking and sobbing out slurred yeses and pleases and a litany of swears.

Kurt sees how desperate he's getting, grins, starts stroking him in time with the thrusts of her hand and watches him writhe on the bed, sweating and wrecked, listening to him beg and squeak out her name a few times. He reaches for her and pulls her into a sloppy kiss, his mouth open to her as his body tenses and he comes hard, striping come across his stomach and splashing a little up onto hers. His hips stutter for a few seconds before he shudders and stills, breathing hard as they break apart. Kurt turns the vibrator off, looking at Blaine a little uncertainly for the first time as she debates pulling it out. She decides yes, and probably does it a little too quickly, judging by the wince and huff of breath, but he doesn't say anything. She puts it to the side and takes him in. He looks ravished, and really - well-fucked.

"Kurt, can I-" Blaine cuts himself off, biting his red raw lips. "What, B?" she asks. Now that Blaine's gotten off, all she can think about is the ache between her legs. She's craving contact, she thinks she would probably settle for grinding against his thigh right now.

He starts again, captures her attention. "C'mere," he pulls at her until she's straddling his chest. He rolls his eyes "No, c'mere, I want you to ride my face."

She breathes out an "oh", quickly moving forward. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her down. She giggles, puts one hand on the headboard and wraps the other in his hair.

She lowers herself down, and this really isn't going to take any time because Blaine is so fucking hot taking cock.

He licks up her slit and her hand tightens in his hair. Blaine moans, sucking a little on her clit but mostly just lets Kurt grind against his tongue and use him. She really does ride his face, knows he loves it, and he holds her there as she starts to squeak and her thighs shake. He moans and licks once more, hard, before her back is arching and she's pushing hard against Blaine's face and coming and there's no way he can breathe (even though she knows he likes that a little). She rotates her hips in a little circle before she flops down next to him with effort, trying not to crush him with her full weight as her legs basically give out on her.

They cuddle each other, after, caught between lucidity and dozing. Kurt decides to be little spoon, and Blaine kisses the back of her neck and sweaty hair, whispering Ilove yous into her with their legs tangled together.