Even though Kurt was the one turning the knob, he was just as surprised as Blaine when the door gave. They stumbled into the house, tripping over the door jam, righting themselves only when Blaine caught their weight with his arm on the table inside the door. The lamp wobbled, Kurt caught it and a moth flew in to watch the show. And yet? They never stopped kissing and licking and nipping, chuckling through it all stopping only so Kurt could lock the door again.

Blaine tried to toe his sandals off, his hands tangled in Kurt’s hair, giggles being muffled by their dotted, stumbling kisses. “Fuck. Hang on.” He bent down to unbuckle the fool things and Kurt huffed, pulling at the hem of Blaine’s shirt dragging it over his back, his nails scraping deliciously up his skin. Finally barefoot, Blaine curled out of his shirt as he stood, scooping Kurt into his arms with a groan, crashing their mouths together, clumsily following Kurt to his room, to the bed, quickly, quickly, quickly.

They paused in the hall, Blaine pulling to un-tuck Kurt’s shirt, twisting fabric, scratching skin, battling Kurt’s attempts to help. Finally, skin to skin, their frantic motion stopped, soaking in the moment, the warmth and soft hardness of a new, unfamiliar body. With shy smiles, Blaine lost for moments in the pools of Kurt’s eyes, dark with want, they kissed again – softly at first then more deliberate, Kurt’s tongue tasting at Blaine’s bottom lip and sucking it in as Blaine’s hands scraped down Kurt’s back to grab his ass and pull him in close and hard. “Want you.”

“Mmm. Yes. My room’s…” Kurt pointed over Blaine’s shoulder and kissed between his words. “…over there…go on in. I need to uh…find some…things.”

Blaine nodded and stole one more kiss before heading into Kurt’s room, blindly skimming the wall for a light switch. He flipped the light on, noticing a dimmer and set it just so, smiling at the feel of the room. It was regal, classy, elegant with simple contemporary lines, muted colors and lush fabrics and yet, the wall art and accessories tossed splashes of color and whimsy into the mix. It mirrored the dichotomy of Kurt’s playful elegance perfectly.

Kurt was still knocking around in a closet somewhere else, so he pulled the bed back, Kurt’s intoxicating scent wafting from the sheets, a combination of a wooded, citrusy spiciness that he’d been inhaling and memorizing all night as they cuddled on the couch watching movies. How a scent could spur arousal, he didn’t know but there it was, luring him into the bed. He sat down and hiked back to recline on the pillows and headboard, breathing in deep, palming his re-growing erection through his shorts.

“Well, aren’t you a welcome sight in my bed.”

Blaine peeled his eyes open and tightened his grip on himself seeing Kurt standing in the doorway, regal and classy and elegant, the glint of ornery in his eye telling of brazen raunchiness entangled in the grace. It made Blaine’s breath hitch, his skin tingle. “Come join me.”

And Kurt did, tossing some…things on the bedside table, crawling and sliding his body up over Blaine’s pulling him down flat against the mattress, moaning as their bare chests met again, warm and welcoming. “Hi, Gorgeous.”

“Hi, Beautiful.”

With one more shy smile, their lips crashed together, Kurt pressing his hips into Blaine’s, small, undulating rolls as he slotted between Blaine’s legs. Blaine cupped at the curve of his ass, feeling the muscles tense and flex with each thrust, pulling him in closer as he wrapped his legs around Kurt’s grinding hips.

Kurt nipped his way down Blaine’s jaw to his neck, dipping his tongue behind the tendon there, sucking on any flesh he could, thrusting and rutting and finally, among grunts and breath and lips and the bliss of it all, “We need to be naked.”

“Yes, please.” In one motion, Blaine rolled Kurt over kissing his way down his body pausing to taste at his nipples, urged on as Kurt hissed and bucked with each new touch, his fingers sinking into Blaine’s curls, scratching gently at his scalp. He worked his way down his abdomen with his mouth, sliding a hand up Kurt’s thigh into the hem of his shorts. The fabric rucked up around his wrist as he eased his fingers towards Kurt’s erection. He licked and sucked at his belly, dipping his tongue into Kurt’s navel, chuckling at the squeak that it induced.

When he landed on Kurt’s dick, he groaned deep, all the pent up desire from the simple act of kissing released in this one touch. He smoothed his hand over the length of it, pressing in, finally curling his fingers around, over the cotton fabric of his underwear, smiling around the soft kisses he was placing all over Kurt’s hips. Kurt arched into his touch and he peeked up through his lashes, moaning again at the sight before him.

Kurt’s chest was flushed and heaving, his lips parted and swollen, one hand was raking and pulling through his typically coiffed hair. The threads of his outer shell were unraveling and Blaine was happy to watch the transformation – to cause it. “Is this good? I want to make you feel good.”

Kurt broke out of his reverie and looked down, smiling into Blaine’s earnest eyes. “It’s perfect. More naked.” He fumbled at the button on his waistband and chuckled when his fingers just wouldn’t work. “Fuck.”

“Let me, baby…lie back.”

“Mmmm…hurry. I want to feel you.”

Blaine chuckled as he worked, dotting kisses to Kurt’s chest and belly, hips and arms with each new motion. “I don’t get to worship your body just a little first?” Finally free, he pulled Kurt’s shorts down, chortling at the wide banded briefs underneath.

“Later. Right now, I just want- - what are you laughing at?” Kurt hiked up on his elbows, indignant. Breathless. Breath-taking.

“Marc Jacobs underwear? That’s some major company loyalty.”

“They’re free, dammit! What are you sporting there, Vercase? Lima City embossed Fruit of the Loom?”

Blaine hooked his fingers under the waistband of the briefs, licking up his length and tonguing the head peeking up over the elastic before freeing it from its confines. Its designer confines. “You wish.” He laughed as Kurt fell backwards with a groan, a gasp and a whine, his fingers fisting into the sheets at every moist, hot touch of Blaine’s tongue.

Yanking Kurt’s briefs all the way down, Blaine stood to slip his own shorts and briefs off, kissing his way back up Kurt’s legs, spreading him open as he went, settling in between his legs, long and pale, the thick muscles of his thighs begging for his touch. “Actually, my briefs?…” kiss, nip, lick… “have a little fireman on the hip.”…squeeze, suck, bite… “…and his hose is snaking up the fly.” He licked up the valley between Kurt’s thigh and crotch, pressing his legs further apart, nipping at the tendon as it pulled taught. “They’re very sexy.”

Kurt was moaning and laughing, his cock aching for touch again. He lifted his head and rolled his hips up begging, trying desperately to sound irritated, instead sounding hot, abused and totally wrecked. “Blow me, Blaine.”

“I’m working on it, babe.” He hiked up from between Kurt’s legs and scanned his eyes over his body, licking his lips when he landed on Kurt’s dick, long and perfectly hard, a pearl of moisture at the tip. He took hold of him in his hand, the weight and heat of it intoxicating. “Jesus Christ, you are magnificent.”

Kurt rolled his hips again in appreciation and Blaine met him with his tongue, swirling around the head, sneaking away the tease of pre-cum at the slit. Kurt fell back onto the pillows and Blaine grinned, squeezing the base of Kurt’s cock as he sucked the head into his mouth, bobbing and tasting for a few moments before smoothly taking him in full. Hallowing his cheeks to suck, he fell into a steady rhythm, working his tongue up the underside of Kurt’s cock, bathing the tip and crown with his tongue and back down again and again, holding Kurt’s hips as he worked.

On one down stroke, he paused, breathing in Kurt’s musky scent, his nose tickled by the soft hair there. He swallowed around his cock, groaning as he pulled up, suction tightening his lips as he pulled back up, and Kurt’s breathing shifted. His moans and curses heightened and as delicious as it all was, Blaine wanted more. With more one languid pull, he lifted from Kurt’s cock with a pop and kissed up the trail of hair to his navel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…you are amazing…”

Blaine chuckled low and deep and wrapped his hand around Kurt’s spit-soaked cock, nipping and kissing around Kurt’s hips as he worked. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“No. Yes. I mean…fuck.” Kurt flopped his hand back to reach the lube and condoms, hiking himself up on his elbows again and groaning when he caught the sight of Blaine slowly stroking him, twisting his wrist just right, as though they’d practiced this a thousand times before. “Give me your hand.”

Blaine stopped and reached out and their eyes met, pausing all forward motion. They shared blushing smiles, the realization of the newness washing over them. “We okay?”

“We’re great. You’re…great.” Kurt took Blaine’s fingers and squirt lube into them, working it around, stroking his fingers and placing Blaine’s hand back around the shaft of his cock. He slipped a condom into Blaine’s other hand and winked before falling back, spreading his legs open and working his hips with Blaine’s hand sliding up and down, twisting over his cock.

“Let me know what you like, okay?”

“I like you…” Blaine slid his hand down to cup Kurt’s balls, gently rolling them, as Kurt moaned and writhed beneath his touch. His finger pressed and circled over his perineum before dipping down to circle the rim of Kurt’s asshole. Kurt hissed and bucked, groaning as Blaine pushed his middle finger in knuckle deep. “…and I like that.”

“Good. You’re kind of an easy read at the moment.” Blaine trailed his gaze up Kurt’s body as he sunk his finger in full, curling and twisting in the heat. Watching Kurt writhe and move, liquid under his touch, Blaine’s patience was waning. “Can I?” He pressed a second finger near and Kurt nodded, spreading his legs further apart and pushing his body down on Blaine’s fingers, two sliding in. “Oh fuck, sweetheart. So beautiful.”

He stretched and curled his fingers, almost, almost, almost pressing over the sweetest of spots. Then three fingers and Kurt was about to come undone at Blaine’s care, at the wet kisses and suckles that he dotted all over his skin, nipping, tasting, whispering words of praise and finally pushing that extra angle to send Kurt’s moans into cries. A few more strokes and then Kurt whimpered when Blaine’s fingers disappeared and the bed shifted under him.

“Hurry, hurry…oh god.”

Blaine teethed open the condom and quickly sheathed and lubed himself, stroking a few times before scooping under Kurt’s thighs and pulling him close, releasing one leg to guide himself in. He paused and looked down at the beautiful man, breathless and exquisite beneath him and smiled. “You okay?”

“Mmm…” Kurt grabbed at his own cock and swirled his ass around the tip of Blaine’s, grinning like the seductive minx he was. “Yes. In me. I need you in me.”

“Oh hell.”

Blaine groaned and pushed forward, holding Kurt’s body still with an arm wrapped around his thigh. He waited and watched and then, “Yes…go…please.” With one languid push, Blaine buried himself into Kurt’s heat, tight, soft, smooth. They rocked slowly at first, but with each thrust, with each guttural moan from Kurt, with each nail that dug into his thigh, their speed increased, hard and fast, the slow seduction of the moment all but gone.

Kurt lifted his leg up over Blaine’s shoulder, scrabbling at the bedding beneath him when Blaine sank in even further. “Kiss me…I need your mouth on mine.” Blaine met Kurt’s eyes, blown with lust, and lowered to cover his body, bending Kurt’s leg back with his arm, their skin slick with sweat, their motions timed and smooth. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, cricketing his other leg against Blaine’s arm until he got the hint and scooped it up with them, closer and closer and with that one move Blaine’s cock sent rolls of sweet pleasure with every thrust.

Blaine curled into him, kissing his way down Kurt’s neck, nipping at his clavicle, pushing and filling, slowing their motions wanting this to last. He uncurled and releasing Kurt’s legs, lifting and pulling his hips closer, fisting around Kurt’s cock. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine’s and together they stroked and worked, Kurt’s ass clenching around Blaine with each push and pull until Blaine had to let go and clutch at Kurt’s hips, too far gone in his own need, in this beautiful man writhing and moaning beneath him.

Sounds of heady, masculine sex filled the room, filled their senses, driving them closer and closer. Riding on the edge, Kurt palmed the head of his cock and fisted down again and again, digging his fingers into Blaine’s thigh, desperate for release, so close, so amazing. His body tight and coiled, ready to unravel and Blaine just soaked it in, learning, memorizing every sound, every wave of motion, every tightened muscle. “There you go. Come on, babe,” and with Blaine’s words, ragged and used, Kurt came with a shout, streaks of white stringing up his stomach and chest with each pulse.

“Jesus fuck…” Blaine slammed into him one, two three more times and toppled over the edge, bucking and sinking into Kurt with each wave, white hot heat engulfing him, Kurt’s breathy mumblings, catching him, easing his return.

They curled together, winded and ruined, slippery and spent, kissing passionately as Blaine slipped out and settled on his side, removing and discarding the condom. “You…” he dotted Kurt’s face with kisses, brushing his matted bangs back, trying to find rhythm in breath again, “…cannot be real.”

Kurt moaned under his touch, snaking a leg between Blaine’s, their bodies still moving, slow and languid. “I assure you. I am real.” Kurt brushed Blaine’s cheek with his knuckles, his arms still weighted with lust. “…or that would not have been that astounding.”

Blaine leaned in and kissed him tenderly, chastely even, taking in the lines of his face, the softness of his lips, the mewls escaping every few breaths. “And what a pity that would be.” He rested his head in the crook of Kurt’s arm, humming as Kurt placed soft kisses on his forehead, tracing gently over the skin of his arm.

He ran his finger through the wetness on Kurt’s chest, chuckling as Kurt’s breath hitched. “Where would I find a washcloth for you?”

Kurt took his wrist and brought Blaine’s finger to his mouth, sucking it in, licking it clean. “I can get it…”

“Mmm….my god.” Blaine hiked up and kissed Kurt, swiping his tongue into his mouth for just a taste. “Let me…” He kissed the cleft in Kurt’s chin before grabbing the condom and heading into the bathroom, quickly finding a cloth and running it under warm water.

Blaine came back in and crawled on the bed, wiping down Kurt’s torso, following each swipe with a kiss. He eased the cloth over Kurt’s dick and gingerly cleaned, simply happy for an excuse to continue to touch him, all of him. So exquisite and graceful, so masculine and strong.

“Thank you.” Kurt smiled and took Blaine’s wrist in his hand, stopping his work. “Let’s rest awhile.”

***

Kurt stirred and moaned, squinting one eye as he turned his gaze toward the morning sun. Blaine smiled against his chest, having been covering it with tender kisses, easy traces of his fingers drawing over every rise and fall of muscle, of bone, mesmerized at how, even in sleep, his nipples would harden at the touch of his fingers and soften again with the warmth of his tongue.

“Mmmm….is this the part where you worship my body just a little bit?”

“Indeed.” Blaine continued his work, dragging his lips across Kurt’s skin, caring for every single spot, every freckle, every mark. “Roll to your side. I have a whole back to cover yet.”

Kurt moaned as he shifted, pulling Blaine’s arm along with him, blanketing his back with Blaine’s chest. He kissed and licked at Kurt’s shoulders and neck, scraping his teeth gently on any flesh he could, his hot breath warning of his next target. With one roll of his hips, Blaine slid his hardening length up the crack of Kurt’s ass and a slow, tortuous rhythm began, Kurt still groggy and foggy from sleep, his body simply responding to Blaine’s, soft sighs and mewls dusting over the quiet of the morning – exquisite, sleepy bliss. They moved and shifted in rhythm, Kurt slipping in and out of sleep as Blaine’s hands skimmed up and down his thighs, his hips, his abdomen and chest, caressing, easing, discovering.

Blaine reached a hand out to the bedside table to grab for the condoms and lube left there from hours before. He licked at the tender skin behind Kurt’s ear and traced the edge of his lobe with his tongue. “Yes?”

Kurt’s eyes opened half mast and he grinned sleepily, pushing his hips back, and bending his top leg, presenting, opening himself for him. “Yes, please.”

Blaine placed a tender kiss on the curve of Kurt’s shoulder and pulled back to sheath and lube himself, slipping his lubed fingers down Kurt’s crack to massage his hole, finding him still easily ready from hours before. “Oh, Kurt…”

“Yes. Please, Blaine.” Kurt curled back again, looking over his shoulder, eyes droopy, lips parted, the perfect invitation for Blaine to guide himself in.

Their throaty moans filled the room as he filled Kurt, slow and steady, gently lifting Kurt’s bent leg and pushing in full with a groan. “Lean back now; I’ve got you.”

And Kurt relaxed, his body becoming liquid under Blaine’s slow, measured pace. He littered Kurt’s neck and shoulders with soft kisses, his breath ghosting over his ear with moans and praises of how beautiful Kurt was. How he could stay in this bed forever making him happy, making him sigh. Making him come.

At that, Kurt caught his breath and slid his hand down to his own cock to stroke in rhythm with Blaine, his touch softer than usual, but the burning heat just begging to be released no less intense, no less needy. He curled his palm over the tip to gather the wetness there, fisting himself again, the intensity of this slow, delicious cadence doing him in. “Blaine…”

Blaine continued his tortured pace, his shallow thrust, exquisite warmth coursing through their bodies. “…you wanna come?” He kissed and licked at Kurt’s neck, long and inviting, gingerly sucking his earlobe into his mouth, hot and wet.

“No…”

“No?” Blaine adjusted and picked up the pace, a little deeper but still, his strokes easy, tight, a delicious pull as Kurt’s ass engulfed him, their bodies so slick, so in tune.

“Wanna stay like this…”

“Mmmm…yes.” More and soft and tight and slick and full and in time, Blaine could feel Kurt’s body shift even in the ease of their movements, quickening and shortened breath and curling back for kisses and mumbled words. Kurt tightened his grip on himself, twisting and pulling, his breath hitching, belying his earlier spoken wishes. “Need to come…Blaine…”

Together they urged, soft and hard, give and take, push and pull until Blaine was close too, sucking in his breath, pushing in full with steady thrusts, feeling the shift between them, that blissful moment, tension before ecstasy, whispering low and deep in Kurt’s ear. “Now.”

As if their bodies were on a switch, Kurt pushed back against Blaine with a soft cry, coming against his hand, onto the sheets, his body curving back into Blaine’s thrusts. Blaine called out and snapped into him, bucking with the waves of his orgasm, Kurt stilling, his legs snaking through Blaine’s, reaching back his come soaked hand to rub along the muscles of Blaine’s thigh until he stilled and settled.

Blaine folded against Kurt, curling further around him, snuggling them into the covers again. Kurt gently scratched at Blaine’s thigh, finding his voice, if still unable to utter complete sentences. “Want to stay like this. Never leaving this bed.”

“Yes. Fuck this town – let it burn.”

“Mmm…perfect idea.”

“I’ll let the mayor know.” As they settled and teased, Blaine continued dotting Kurt’s neck and shoulders with kisses and suckles, every touch sinking Kurt deeper into the covers, into the bliss of a lazy Saturday morning. Into the fantasy that they’d never have to leave.

After a short rest, never sleeping, but completely relaxed, Kurt shifted and groaned. “Come to think of it…I feel sort of slimed. And I’m starving.”

Blaine chuckled and kissed him tenderly, sitting up, pulling Kurt up with him. “Come on, then. Showers. Breakfast and then the awkward moment of I really need to go.”

“…because I really do have to work today.”

“…and I really have to get a bunch of crap done at the house today.” Blaine stood and reached his hand out for Kurt to join him.

“Reality bites.”

“I don’t know. My reality the last week has been pretty fucking amazing, what about you?”

“Come to think of it…” Kurt walked across the bed on his knees, pressing his body against Blaine’s, lacing his fingers through his hair. “It has been pretty amazing. And…” He snuck one hand down and cupped Blaine, capturing his mouth with a searing kiss. “…I really haven’t met this gentleman very intimately yet.”

“He’s been in your ass. Twice. How intimate do you want this meeting to be?”

Kurt kissed his way down Blaine’s neck, sucking at the tender skin as his hand slid up Blaine’s growing length. “He hasn’t met my mouth yet.”

Blaine gulped and yanked Kurt off the bed, pulling him toward the bathroom. “Shower. Now. There are introductions to be made.”