Blaine was speaking again, and Kurt was coming to himself more and more with every word. Oh Blaine was begging. Again. Kurt just had to think that Blaine was made for this. His voice sounded so wanton, so wrecked, it was everything Kurt could hope for. Kurt wanted to tell him to beg some more, that he was a little slut that could never get enough, that he was dying for it and Kurt was going to give it to him, but his mouth felt dry. He crawled back up and lowered himself over Blaine’s body and kissed him hard and deep. Kurt’s hands slid over Blaine’s ribs and down to his hips where he held on, fingers digging into soft flesh.

Then Kurt rolled to the side, pulling away from the kiss so he could continue to undress Blaine. After Blaine’s shoes he pulled the jeans and underwear off quickly if not elegantly and began peppering Blaine’s legs and thighs with kisses and nips, stopping to suck at the warm salty skin on the inside of Blaine’s knee, on his inner thigh, on his hipbone. Finally he ran his tongue in lazy circles around Blaine’s cock and balls, but never quite touching them. He wanted this to last as long as it possibly could and he wanted to see what else Blaine might be prompted to say.

Finally he sank his mouth back over Blaine’s shaft, hollowed out his cheeks and sucked the head of Blaine’s dick with all he had. Kurt carefully tucked his lips around his teeth and then began to slide his mouth up and down, his tongue swirling along the ridge under Blaine’s dick as his head bobbed up and down. He thought he would never lose the thrill of having Blaine’s taste on his tongue. First it was fast, and then slow, but never for any regular length of time. Just when Blaine began to tense, to get close to losing it, Kurt backed down, his movements slowing, his suction lessening. He poured all of the confusion and anger and lust and need he had into it. He couldn’t sort it out but it didn’t matter because Blaine was here with him now in this moment. Kurt could hear himself moaning, he knew his hands roamed without control, and he felt hot and constricted in his clothes. Blaine was getting close again so Kurt pulled off slowly and ran his tongue down, and further down, over Blaine’s balls, until Kurt hand to use his hands on Blaine’s legs to prompt him to open up for him.

“Relax.” He urged Blaine as his spread Blaine’s legs slowly and placed quick kisses along both thighs. “Open up for me.” He whispered.

When Kurt lowered his body back over Blaine’s, Blaine felt a breath rush from his lips that he wasn’t aware he’d been holding. He could feel the tremor of the exhale on his stomach as he pursed his lips and sighed, then pulled in another shaky breath to try to calm his nerves, which didn’t help, but only succeeded in making him feel a little lightheaded. Blaine’s mouth opened when Kurt’s fingers held onto his hips, but no sound came out. The way that Kurt’s thumbs rubbed against his hips made him feel like he was floating just a couple of inches above reality.

And then Kurt was pulling away and undressing him. Blaine helped where he could, trying to push off his jeans with his feet, but mostly he was stuck trying to pull on the restraints of the scarf and huffing as he tried to move. “What are you—wait, don’t, I can’t…” Blaine’s mouth started moving before his mind had a chance to think about it as Kurt teased him, kissing his thighs, up to his hipbone, behind his knees. Blaine’s breath came in softer, shallower pants, and he squirmed, lifting his knees so his feet were flat on the bed when Kurt sank back down on him. Blaine’s head fell backward and he tried to remember to breathe with the way that Kurt’s mouth was moving on him. It was never just slow or fast or hard or soft, and Blaine was quickly losing himself in sensation.

Just as he was opening his mouth to try to tell Kurt something, anything to warn him about the fact that he was close, Kurt slowed down. Blaine’s hips stuttered upward of their own accord and Blaine whined, deep and heavy. “No, Kurt, don’t stop, please. Oh, God don’t stop. I—Kurt, the…oh please.” Blaine was pleased at least, that Kurt didn’t pull entirely off of him. His breath evened out marginally, and he was breathing again, able to think clearly enough to form sentences in his head before they came out of his mouth. That was, until he was close again and Kurt pulled off of him. This time, Blaine snapped his head up and pulled against the restraints on his wrists, one leg falling flat against the bed again. “Kurt,” he moaned, blinking without really seeing and thoroughly unable to think of anything but the name that was on his lips.

But Kurt’s tongue didn’t stop. Blaine dropped his other leg down, spreading them open when Kurt urged him. He was acting in a haze, not really thinking about what was going on until he was told softly to open up. That cleared the fog in his mind enough to look up at Kurt. He didn’t quite know how to ask what was going on, what he was going to ask for, or how far Kurt intended this to go. All he knew was that he didn’t really want it to stop. “Kurt,” Blaine breathed, thighs quivering as he felt soft lips pressing soft kisses to them. He paused, then thought. He flexed his hands. “Don’t stop.”

Once Kurt was settled comfortably between Blaine’s legs he began running his finger up and down the space between Blaine’s balls and his hole, slowly, teasing, taking time to nuzzle Blaine’s thighs with his nose. Finally he replaced his finger with his tongue. A hot stripe of want flashed down Kurt’s back as he reached the puckered skin there and ran his tongue around it in slow circles. Here Blaine was concentrated, all spice and tang and Kurt realized he could just continue on like this for hours, something he almost never had the patience for. Usually rimming was something he used as a direct precursor to fucking, but right now he just wanted to make Blaine come undone. Slowly.

When he was satisfied that Blaine was sufficiently enticed by the circles he dipped his tongue into Blaine, just a little. Then a little more. He thought he could hear how pleased Blaine sounded but then he realized that the sounds were coming from him. Kurt lost t or a moment, plunging his tongue rapidly in and out just enjoying his own pleasure for a moment. Then he went back to work putting his focus on Blaine. He wriggled his tongue up and down and side to side, stretching Blaine’s hole just a tiny bit here and there. Then he buried his face in Blaine’s ass trying to get his tongue n deeper. He knew logically that it probably couldn’t reach Blaine’s prostate but he had to try, he had to try everything with Blaine and everything felt too wonderful to stop and analyze. He just went with it. He hummed and moaned against Blaine’s sensitive flesh and didn’t even know how long he was there, just lost in Blaine and the feel of Blaine squeezing his tongue. Certainly long enough to make his tongue ache, but even as he was forced to pull back and stop, Kurt wanted more.

Kurt pulled himself up and off the bed and finally took time to peel off his own clothes. He wanted to feel the press of Blaine’s skin against his own. He needed to feel the slide of slippery sweat and he needed to be inside Blaine, soon. He paused for a moment at the foot of his bed just staring down at Blaine. He was so hot, but he was so much more than that. Kurt would never admit it, but Blaine was beautiful lying there like that, like a gift, just waiting to be opened. He wanted to shake tat thought loose but it stuck never mind how ridiculous it sounded in his head. This was just a fuck right? Oh but Blaine’s skin was flushed and his cheeks were bright red, and his eyes were have lidded with the lust Kurt felt certain was mirrored in his own gaze. Blaine’s beautifully sculpted arms stretched just short of cruelly above his head and his usually perfectly gelled hair was starting to come undone in the heat of it all. His chest and abs were so much more defined than Kurt’s and they led down to narrow hips that framed the single most gorgeous cock Kurt had ever seen up close. It was thick and dark and the memory of it on his tongue was something Kurt knew he would never get tired of. Not to mention Blaine’s ass, his ridiculously round ass, and that was it. That was all Kurt could take.

He was back on the bed in an instant crawling up Blaine’s body and pressing his own down against Blaine, rubbing, his mouth seeking Blaine’s, his hand fumbling once more in his drawer, this time for lube. For just a moment he came to and pulled back to look down at Blaine, but he didn’t pull back far, he just whispered against Blaine’s mouth and searched Blaine’s eyes with his own. It took every last bit of his control not to just take what he wanted, what he needed right then.

“I want you, all of you, tell me now if you don’t want me, and…and…I’ll stop.” Kurt hadn’t meant to sound so hopeful or so out of breath or so damn needy but it was too late and the words hung between them while he waited for a reply.

Blaine’s legs were relaxed for a moment, when Kurt’s finger was slowly working its way down, and he breathed deep and even as new sensation trickled through his veins and spread slowly through his body. And then there was Kurt’s tongue. Blaine’s legs tensed and he whimpered at the first pass of Kurt’s tongue, and he exhaled and shuddered clenching his hands into fists when he did it again. “Kurt, that’s so…good, oh God, Kurt you…good Lord.”

When Kurt’s tongue dipped inside of him, Blaine’s eyelids fluttered and he tried to pull himself up and away from the feeling because he couldn’t think right. His first thought was that it couldn’t feel good, that this shouldn’t feel good. Blaine’s mind tried to process the thought that Kurt’s tongue was inside of him, and that he could hardly breathe with how good it felt, but he was also trying to tell himself that this shouldn’t feel good, that this should be weird. Instead, all that he could manage to think was “Oh, my God Kurt, yes.”

That word seemed to open a floodgate of other sounds and movements. Every time Kurt’s tongue moved or shifted, went a little deeper, Blaine’s mouth opened of its own accord, peppering the air with little words. When Kurt first started to hum against Blaine’s ass, Blaine gasped and pushed his hips down, trying to keep his thighs spread open and relaxed but failing miserably. “Yes, God, Kurt…That feels…so good, please don’t, yes.” But then Kurt was gone, again. Blaine growled, the sound ripping from his throat before he could stop it, and he followed Kurt with his eyes, trying to sit up and stopped by the scarf. He pulled against the offending article, irritated and needy and wishing hard that Kurt would stop going away because every nerve of his body was singing and he needed Kurt to do something.

Blaine continued to struggle until Kurt started to undress, his breath leaving him quick like he’d been punched in the gut. Kurt’s torso was lean and slender, not necessarily muscular, but it was toned and Blaine’s hand opened reflexively, wanting to touch it. And then Kurt’s pants were off and Blaine was left staring at the first cock he’d seen other than his own, and Blaine’s jaw opened a little wider, tongue swiping over his lower lip reflexively. God, he is so damn attractive. Blaine’s eyes widened when he thought the word damn. Obviously, Kurt was doing something to him, but Blaine was more worried by the fact that he didn’t mind what was happening.

Before he had a chance to touch, or even voice the fact that he wanted to touch, Kurt was back on top of him, kissing him. Blaine kissed back hard, wrapping his legs around Kurt’s naked waist to try to keep him there, to keep him from leaving again. He couldn’t use his hands, but damn it, he was going to do whatever he could to get him closer. When Kurt broke off to rummage in his drawer and came back, Blaine hardly let him get through a few words without kissing him, taking advantage of the fact that Kurt thought he would be able to talk against Blaine’s lips. Blaine had other ideas.

And then there it was. Kurt was offering to stop, and all Blaine had to say was no, or yes, or something, and Kurt would stop. If there was something that Blaine wanted less than for this to stop, his mind refused to recognize it as valid. He kissed Kurt again, then once more, and then again and again until he realized that he hadn’t answered Kurt’s question. He broke away panting and flushed. “Please don’t stop. Please. Whatever you do, please don’t stop. Please. Oh, God.” He had to stop talking to kiss Kurt again to remind himself of what the hell he was feeling. “God, I’m on…my body is on fire, Kurt. Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop, okay? Please.”

Kurt was used to control. He was used to getting what he wanted from whomever he wanted and walking away when it was done. That was what this was supposed to be; getting Blaine out of his system. Taking the use of Blaine’s body and turning into stress relief. Kurt wasn’t sure when that plan flew out the window, but now, with Blaine’s strong legs wrapped around him, pinning him in place and Blaine’s tongue mapping out every crevice inside his mouth, Kurt knew the truth. There was a need inside him, deep n his core that could only be answered by the need inside Blaine. It didn’t matter when it had begun or how it had begun it only mattered that they were here now, that they had this night to slake their desires. Kurt wanted to fight it, but his body had other plans, and when Blaine was talking his own mouth was running little kisses along Blaine’s jaw and his earlobe, sliding along skin, suckling and nipping just below Blaine’s earlobe, below his jaw. When Blaine asked him not to stop, begged him not to stop, Kurt shuddered all over. If Blaine hadn’t done the begging, he might have.

Kurt kissed Blaine long and slow, his body sliding over Blaine’s while he tried to keep some grip on reality, on what he was supposed to be doing. Right, the lube. The lid popped open with a soft click and maneuvered his hands so the liquid dribbled across his finger tips but it wasn’t enough so he reached around and poured it right over Blaine’s crack, hoping it would be enough for now, because right now he had to touch Blaine. He needed to be inside Blaine right this minute. He tossed the lube, but not far, and slid one finger between Blaine’s ass cheeks, loving the heat that pulsated just beyond his fingers. Then he was there, right at Blaine’s puckered hole and he needed to go easy and take it slow but h just couldn’t and before he could think one finger was buried up to the knuckle and he was swirling it around, sliding it in and out.

To make up for the sudden intrusion Kurt worked to kiss Blaine senseless. He captured his mouth as hard and fast as he could before the second finger joined the first. Kurt didn’t know what to do with the sensory overload that was happening inside of him. Blaine was so fucking tight, and so incredibly hot against his fingers. The drag was almost impossible, what would it feel like on his cock? Kurt tried, he was trying, he knew this was going to be hard on Blaine no mattered what he did, but it didn’t have to be torture as long as he could do hat needed dong. So while he trembled from head to toe from the force of holding himself back, Kurt went about stretching Blaine’s hole first one way then the other. He peppered Blaine’s face and neck with kisses one minute and tried to shove his tongue down Blaine’s throat the next. Eventually he ventured to add a third finger and when they slid n he held very still, kissing Blaine, murmuring to him, he didn’t even know what he was saying because his mind was too full of its own chatter.

Just a little bit more, just a little longer, you have to wait, you have to hold on, just a little bit more. Whatever other motivations he harbored, Kurt knew that if he fucked this up it would end. Blaine would never allow him near again if he rushed this and hurt him. So he didn’t rush. He prolonged it. He drug his hips forward and up rubbing their dicks together in the sweat and precum that lay pooled between their bodies. Kurt panted and ached and needed, but he did not rush. His fingers worked in and out, moving now to the rhythm of their hips grinding together until Kurt didn’t even know how long he’d been at it. He was listening to Blaine’s stuttered breathing and the breathy moans that he…no that was Kurt. Those sounds were coming from him.

Just like that Kurt lost it. His fingers slid out of Blaine and he pulled his body across Blaine’s to reach for the condom. He found it and was tearing it open with his teeth when he caught sight of Blaine’s face.

Blaine wasn’t sure that he was prepared for what came next. He heard the click of a bottle, and somewhere in his mind it registered that it was probably lube. The distant thought was confirmed when Blaine started against the cold liquid. The moment he opened his mouth to comment on it, Kurt’s finger was there, warming it, pressing, and then pressing into him. Blaine inhaled hard and started to make a sound, but aborted the sound halfway through, instead leaving his mouth open and gaping to try to make a noise. And then Kurt was moving, not giving his body time to adjust, to get used to the way that it felt. Blaine’s face contorted into a half-frown, but then Kurt started sucking up a mark under his jaw. Blaine’s jaw worked for a second as he tried to take a breath, and then when he could, he was talking. “Kurt, shit, Kurt.” The curse rolled off his tongue and Blaine jerked at his arms again. “Kurt you have to let me go, Kurt, shit please let me go. God, God I just, I need…God, to just, to hold on. Please, Kurt, oh God.”

After that, Blaine’s mouth was taken in kisses to distract him, and the only noises Blaine made were small whimpers and sounds that he could make from deep in his throat. He could hear the sound of Kurt’s moans on top of him, but he could feel the way that Kurt’s fingers were moving quickly, a second one having joined the first. Blaine whined. He wanted this to happen. He just needed it to happen…slower. His entire body was a ball of nerves, and Kurt knew what he was doing, but Blaine wasn’t used to this. He wanted to ask Kurt to hold on for a moment, just a second, or to move just a little bit more slowly, but he was afraid of Kurt stopping entirely, pulling away and not letting him experience all of this. Instead, Blaine tried to bite back a grimace and his toes curled to brace himself against the pain.

Kurt’s third finger made Blaine lose his breath. “Ah, Kurt,” he whimpered, his voice quivering on the other boy’s name. He was happy when Kurt stilled against him, basking in the whispered words and quiet encouragement. The pain was still there, but it was flooded by flashes of pleasure. After a moment of stillness, Kurt was moving again, but he was moving his hips, rubbing their cocks together as his fingers shifted. Blaine took shallow, heavy breaths and tried to keep up, tried to keep himself together.

When Kurt pulled his fingers out of Blaine, he winced, knowing what came next. He heard the foil sound of the condom ripping and his eyes widened for a second. He needed to speak up. He reasoned to himself that he’d rather risk the entire thing stopping rather than saying nothing and ending up regretting his decision to tell Kurt to keep going, to not stop. “Kurt, wait,” he whispered. “You, I mean…I want you. I do. I just…I haven’t ever…Can you please…I just. Slower. Please.” Blaine fell silent, then, his whispers turning into wordless murmurs that trailed off as he looked into Kurt’s face but couldn’t meet his eyes. His cheeks colored a darker red as he opened his mouth again. “Or, um, more…lube.” The last word was almost silent.