I look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave Im begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How Im feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
Cuz I know I dont understand,
Just how your love can do what no one else can

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The kisses were hard and deep, right from the start.

Blaine had jumped a little in Kurt's hold at the sudden contact, but then he groaned and moved closer, kissing Kurt back just as intensely.

One of Kurt's hands pushed into the short hair at the back of his head and he dropped his other hand to Blaine's shoulder, loving the feel of his hot, bare skin.

Blaines hands were clenching on the bottom of Kurts t-shirt, and then he was tugging it upward, looking him in the eye steadily as the shirt came off. His eyes looked dark, and a little unfocused, full of sexual need, as they dropped down to take in Kurts chest. His hands ran up Kurts bare back as Blaine dropped his face to his shoulder, kissing and biting along the pale skin hed revealed. 

Moaning harshly, Kurt moved towards the bed, legs feeling wobbly, dragging Blaine with him. Pushing the covers out of the way, his greedy hands pulled Blaine down with him, landing in an ungrateful heap together on the sheets. 

Shifting onto his knees, Blaine pushed Kurts shoulder until he was lying flat on his back and shifted to lie between his legs. His mouth continued tasting and exploring Kurts chest, finding a pale pink nipple and sucking it. 

Arching his back and digging his hand into Blaines hair, Kurt was gasping in response. His breath caught as Blaines hands slid to the waistband on his shorts, pushing them downwards.

This was so much like the fantasies hed been having of Blaine for so long. But the reality was even better. Blaines touch was impatient, needy, ravenous. Like a dam had broken and he wasnt holding back. Just touching and tasting, kissing and licking over Kurts skin.

Hed worked Kurts shorts off and moved back to look down at Kurt lying beneath him, panting, eyes dark, his pale skin already showing red marks from Blaine. His eyes went down Kurts body, tracing over his thick hard cock, and his fingers followed, lightly brushing his fingertips over the flushed, silky skin. Kurt watched as he spread the drop of pre-cum over the tip, making it wet and shiny, before leaning down and licking it off. 

"Blaine..." Kurt moaned at the sensation. He wanted to move, thrust his hips up, but he didnt want to discourage Blaines attentions in any way. Hed dreamed of his mouth since that day in the washroom, craved to have him lick and suck his cock in a way that hed almost lost sleep over. 

And it was even hotter the way Blaine knew that, making Kurt wait, just teasing with small licks when he was making small noises for more. He smirked slightly as he looked up at Kurt, licking slowly from the base to the tip of his cock, and kissing back down. 

Kurts eyes were closed now, his small moans and gasps almost constant, as Blaine took him into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue around the tip. He occasionally slipped off to kiss along the side, liking the feel of it against his lips. His hand cupped Kurts balls, squeezing gently. 

He could tell when Kurt was getting close, his body tensing under Blaines touch, his hand in Blaines hair tightening and pressing down slightly when he hit a good spot. Blaine could tell that he responded most to little tongue flicks on the underside of the head, so he alternated between deep, long strokes and then teasing around the head like that. 

"Blaine.... Blaine..." Kurt moaned, arching off the bed, his hand now on Blaine shoulder, squeezing, as he reached his peak. Blaine stroked lightly, extending his orgasm, holding the tip in his mouth. 

Blaines eyes were on Kurts face, watching the expression of pleasure as his breathing slowed. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth a relaxed smile. 

Kissing his way back up Kurts chest, Blaine couldnt resist sucking and biting a little here and there, loving how Kurts fair skin turned a rich raspberry red by the time he moved his mouth along. 

Settling along Kurts side, Blaine rutted against his hip, still with the barrier of his briefs between his aching cock and Kurts bare skin.

"Kurt, I want you so much..." Blaine said softly, kissing along his shoulder until he reached his neck. 

But Kurt was strangely silent. Blaine rolled up a little, looking down at Kurts face. His eyes were closed, his breathing back to normal, his lips still curved into a small smile.

"No way....." Blaines eyes widened as Kurt stayed still beside him. He nudged his shoulder, and there was no response. 

Blaine rolled onto his back, letting out a frustrated huff. I cant believe he fell asleep! Sure, it was an old cliche that men fell asleep right after sex, but this was ridiculous! 

Still not quite believing it, Blaine did a few big bounces against the bed, watching Kurts face. His body was jarred, but still he slept on.

Shaking his head, Blaine stared at the ceiling. He finally gets Kurt into bed, and he falls asleep before Blaine even got naked! 

After a couple minutes, Blaine had cooled down.  Well, Kurt was really jet lagged and hardly slept the night before. And it was probably some ungodly hour in France right now.

Rolling out of bed, he went to the washroom and did his night time rituals. With a sigh, he got back in bed with Kurt, tucking the covers around him and kissing his cheek before he cuddled against his side. 

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Kurt woke up, feeling a little disorientated. It was too quiet. It took a minute to realize he wasn't in the Paris apartment, on a busy city street. Another thing that was different was he was spooned around a warm, sleeping man.

Memories of the night before rushed back, and Kurt closed his eyes, still amazed by it all. Blaine had been as wonderful as he had imagined, so sensual. Kurt snuggled closer against him, loving the scent of his warm skin. 

“Mmmmm morning.” Blaine said sleepily, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Kurt. 

Kurt kissed his neck. “Good morning.” 

Pulling up the blanket a little, Blaine settled back under the covers. “Did you sleep well?” 

“So good. I so needed that, I can't tell you.” Kurt smiled, feeling much more himself. Yesterday, he'd practically been a walking zombie half the time.

Blaine gave a slight scoff. “You don't need to tell me.” 

Furrowing his brow a little, Kurt wished he was facing Blaine and could read his expression. There was something he wasn't getting. “What do you mean by that, Blaine?”

With a little sigh, Blaine rolled onto his back. “Kurt, what do you remember about last night?” He was watching Kurt's face closely, his expression giving nothing away.

Kurt bit his lip, thinking. “We were here with Sam, eating pizza, talking. He left and we ended up in here…”

“Yes… and …” Blaine prompted.

Furrowing his brow again, Kurt was confused about what Blaine was getting at. “And you were so, so incredible, Blaine.” He leaned closer, giving him a light kiss.

But Blaine wasn't sinking into it. “Yes, and after I was incredible…?”

Kurt gave him another confused look, and thought back to the night before. Blaine, his talented mouth and fingers, and then… then… 

“Oh shit…” Kurt's wide eyes met Blaine's. “I didn't… No way….”

Blaine gave him a rueful smile. “That's what I said when I realized what had happened.”

Kurt buried his face against Blaine's chest, feeling so embarrassed. “Oh my god, Blaine. Can you ever forgive me? Can I ever make that up to you?” 

Rubbing down Kurt's bare back, Blaine chuckled a little. “We'll figure out some ways you can make it up to me. I guess I need to expect things like this to happen from time to time if I'm with an older man.” 

“I was totally jet-lagged!” Kurt defended. 

Smirking at the sight of outraged Kurt, Blaine patted his arm. “You keep telling yourself that, Kurt.”

Kurt's eyes narrowed, staring down Blaine's teasing gaze. “OK, it's on, Mr. Anderson. Lie back. You'll be taking back those words before I'm done with you.”

“Promises, promises…” Blaine chuckled, and laid flat on his back in the centre of the bed.

Straddling Blaine's hips, Kurt pinned his wrists down on either side of his head, staring down into his eyes. With his hair a mess, a bit of whiskers along his jawline, and a mischievous glint in his blue-green eyes, he looked sexy. He looked good. Leaning forward, his lips dragged lightly over Blaine's, back and forth, until Blaine lifted his head, wanting a proper kiss. 

Still, Kurts kisses were light and teasing. And then they moved along Blaines jaw, kissing near his ear. The feel of Kurt nuzzling into his neck, the sound of his faster breathing near Blaines ear, the feel of Kurt above him... Blaines arousal from the night before came roaring back, even stronger for being unsatisfied. He squirmed in Kurts hold, and Kurts eyes took a knowing glint before he went back to exploring Blaines neck. 

Sitting back up, Kurt scooted back so he was straddling Blaines thighs and took his time looking down at Blaine beneath him. His dark eyes, kiss-swollen lips, his bare chest, his erection straining against his briefs. Kurts hands ran slowly down his chest, until they rested on the waistband of his underwear, and then slowly pulled them down. 

Giving Blaine an appreciative once-over, Kurt smiled. "Turn over."

Rolling onto his stomach, with his head turned to the side, Blaine wasnt really sure what to expect. Kurt straddled his thighs again, and then leaned forward, pushing his hard cock over Blaines ass. His hands traced over the shape of each cheek, lightly over the skin, making it tingle with sensation. 

Still taking most of his weight on his knees, Kurt leaned forward over Blaines back, bracing his hands on the bed. He kissed the nape of his neck, along his shoulders, sometimes taking a little nip of his skin. His cock was stilled pressed against Blaines ass, and occasionally he would do a rocking motion against him. 

Sitting back up, Kurt stroked his hands down Blaines back, and then pushed them back up. His touch was firm. Reaching Blaines shoulders, he massaged them with kneading motions, making Blaine sigh and relax under his hands. He worked up his neck, and then down his upper arms, learning Blaines body. 

The whole time, Blaine was very aware this was not just a massage. Kurt was naked on top of him, his cock pressing firmly against Blaine with his actions, and occasionally Kurts mouth would swoop down to kiss or bite, unable to resist his skin. Blaine was very aroused, wanting more, but still enjoying this enough to not beg for more direct touch. 

Kurt shifted off Blaine, nudged his legs apart, and knelt between them. His firm touch moved to Blaines legs, kneading into his strong thighs and calves. His touch became more teasing then, dragging fingertips up Blaines inner thighs, and over his ass. With his legs spread like this, he was totally exposed, his ass and balls on display. Kurt teased him, his fingers dragging close, but never quite touching, until Blaine was squirming, practically silently begging for it. 

"Get up on your knees for me, head down." Kurt instructed, his hand resting on Blaines ass lightly. His voice was slightly lower than normal, a little rougher. Blaine scrambled into position, totally shameless, too turned on to care.

Kurts hand traced from the top of Blaines crack downward, making him moan as he stroked over his ass, taint and balls. Reaching underneath, he cupped Blaines aching cock, and stroked along the length. Rubbing his palm over the head, his hand was slick with some precum as he stroked back to the base. His hand cupped his balls next, feeling their weight, squeezing lightly, gauging Blaines reactions to his light touch. His fingers stroked over his taint, pressing more firmly when Blaine shuddered, before circling around his ass. 

Leaning forward, he placed a wet kiss against Blaine's taint, smiling to himself when he jumped slightly, and moaned. Blaine shifted, his legs slightly wider, pushing his ass back towards Kurt, silently begging for more. With both hands, Kurt cupped his ass, spreading him to be more available, more accessible. Pressing closer, he concentrated on Blaine's taint, licking and sucking until he heard Blaine's moaning, and his legs were shaking.

Moving back, Kurt moved off the bed and opened the bedside table drawer, finding the bottle of lube he was guessing would be in there. Blaine's eyes widened when he spotted the bottle in his hand. 

Lubing up his fingers, Kurt took his time playing over Blaine's ass. Little circles, pressing in slightly, teasing. By the time he was working two fingers into him, Blaine was rocking back against him, making small noises against his pillow. Kurt crooked his fingers, seeking, and felt Blaine jump and moan when he hit his prostate. Smiling, Kurt kept rubbing there. With his other hand, he took a couple pumps of lube, and reached down to stroke over Blaine's cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes….” Blaine moaned, thrusting against Kurt's slick hand. Kurt simply kept a firm grasp, and let Blaine fuck his fist, concentrating on rubbing and pressing on his prostate. He kissed randomly over Blaine's ass and his thighs, taking small bites occasionally, unable to resist. He could tell when Blaine was getting close, his motions fast and erratic, and Kurt kissed and sucked hard on his taint, biting, licking. It set Blaine over the edge, gasping as he spasmed in pleasure. Kurt moved back, stroking slowly along his cock, not moving the fingers in his ass, feeling how he tightened around them and imagining how incredible it would feel to have his cock in that tight heat. 

As Blaine regained his breathing, Kurt reached over to grab some tissues to clean up his hands, and then Blaine. He rolled over onto his back, and Blaine cuddled beside him, sweaty and a bit breathless still, but smiling.

Kurt looked him over with a raised eyebrow. “Hmmmm…. What were you saying before? Something about what you could expect to happen from time to time if you were with an older man?”

Grinning, Blaine leaned over to kiss along Kurt's neck. “Yeah, I think I could expect having mind blowing orgasms from your experienced fingers and mouth. Holy fucking moley, Kurt." 

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