He knew exactly what he wanted from tonight. It would be simple enough, Blaine wouldn’t have to stay too late and both of them should have a lot of fun. Kurt might have been surprised by that part of the plan, but he was learning to accept that Blaine’s presence was simply more important than other flings he’d had. For Kurt to really enjoy himself, Blaine had to too. It didn’t have to mean anything, Kurt reasoned, it was simply the give and take that existed when you planned to keep someone around for a while. Plus there was just something so satisfying about watching Blaine, perfectly put together Blaine, fall completely apart under his touch.

Kurt was mostly organized when it came to his room so there wasn’t any real cleaning to be done, but he did make sure that there were some towels out and that his ipod was on the dock and cued up to an appropriate playlist. Massive Attack, Mezzanine. Kurt had yet to meet a single person that could resist it’s certain charms.

After that he decided he ought to think of specifics for the night because where Blaine was concerned he was apt to lose his head a little and he needed to stay focused enough to accomplish his goals. He was going to teach Blaine all about the joys of giving head, and that was going to be distracting in and of itself. He’d gone down on Blaine but he hadn’t asked Blaine to do it yet because he didn’t want to frighten Blaine off. Now, faced with the task ahead, he wanted to be certain that they took it in phases. Instead of just Blaine going down on him, sucking him off till he comes.

Although, the thought of Blaine’s full lips stretched around him, taking him in, sucking him off till he came, that was a fantastic thought. Kurt leaned back in his desk chair and pulled out his phone. Yes, they would work in small, manageable steps, and this way he could stay in control of his faculties. Especially since just the thought of it was making him hard. Kurt sent a quick text to Blaine and then waited for the knock on his door.

When that knock finally came, Kurt had to force himself not to race to the door. First he hit play on the pod and then he took even measured steps and pulled the door open slowly. The sight that greeted him sucked the breath right out of him but Kurt managed to keep his cool somehow. Blaine was, messy, or clean but, his hair was down and it was so…curly.

“Hey, come in.” Kurt said, prying his eyes off of Blaine long enough to step back and let his guest inside. Once the door was shut Kurt tugged Blaine by the hand until they were near the bed and he gestured for Blaine to take a seat there while he slipped back into his desk char, facing Blaine across a small space. He never sad, you look nice, because he just couldn’t say shit like that, but he toyed with the idea of, you look hot. Instead he settled on, “I’d like to run an idea by you.” He smiled at Blaine in what he hope would seem relaxed when really all his nerves were screaming and he just want to pounce on Blaine right then.

The second that Kurt opened the door, Blaine’s heart started to beat just a little faster. He could see Kurt giving him the once over, and then his eyes got stuck on Blaine’s hair. He stiffened for a moment, barely resisting the urge to reach up and touch it. “I’m sorry I didn’t do my hair,” he mumbled when he caught Kurt looking. “I just, I’d just taken a shower and I didn’t know if I should do it or not. It’s not usually like this. I’m sorry, I just…um, yeah.”

Instead of turning tail and running to go throw product in his hair, Blaine stepped inside quickly when invited, relaxing just a touch when the door shut behind him. He and Kurt were friends now, could touch and talk and smile, and it was okay. Blaine let himself be dragged over to Kurt’s bed, his cheeks dusting pink as he remembered the last time he’d been on it, but he was a little disappointed when Kurt didn’t immediately come join him. He didn’t let it show, though, reaching up instead to tug at the ends of his hair while Kurt’s voice, warm and inviting, told him that he had an idea that he wanted to run by him. Blaine blinked and stopped mid hair pull. Internally, his mind started working double time.

Sure, Kurt wanted to try something. And everything was going to be new to Blaine. He’d done practically nothing. He’d been the recipient of several heated and intense kisses, and then had pretty much jumped straight into sex. Of course, there had been some foreplay, some teasing, but Blaine could hardly begin to even imagine the things that Kurt wanted to run by him. For a second, he contemplated whether or not Kurt was having second thoughts now that Blaine had agreed to this arrangement, but he pushed that thought from his head, knowing that Kurt was the one to invite him over, and he was the one who wanted to know why Blaine was so reluctant to say yes. With that in mind, Blaine’s mind couldn’t settle on one idea that didn’t make his entire face burn, so he gave up.

“Um, an idea? Okay, sure.” He fidgeted, pushing off his shoes with his feet and taking off his glasses. He set them on the stand next to the bed and watched Kurt’s face blur ever slightly. Then, he picked them back up and started to rub them on his cardigan, nervous. “Is it, is it like…an idea, idea? Or just a regular idea? Oh, my God. I sound like a middle schooler, don’t I? But, I mean, you get what I mean, right? With like…ideas. Right?” Blaine tilted the corners of his lips up into a smile as his blush spread further across his cheeks. “Because either idea is fine. I’m open to all kinds of ideas, really.” Blaine’s eyes widened as he realized the potential double entendre in his words and swallowed hard before he chuckled. “Um, I’m sure that I’m not making any sense, am I?” He set his glasses back down again and laced his fingers together before looking back at Kurt. His eyes closed and Blaine didn’t move for a moment, drawing on whatever inner peace Kurt hadn’t completely shredded.

When he opened his eyes again, the need to fidget was firmly in check, and Blaine’s flush had dissipated just a little. “Hi. Sorry. I’m Blaine Anderson, and apparently, talking about…” He leaned in and lowered his voice, “sex…” He straightened again, “makes me all, um, yeah.” It was the most forward Blaine had ever been, and he was proud of himself, but also amazed at how easily the words rolled off of Kurt’s tongue. Some of the ideas in Blaine’s mind made him wonder exactly where they came from, how they could come from his mind, let alone entertain the thoughts long enough for them to become desires. But they were there, and as long as Kurt was willing to be patient, Blaine figured that now was as good a time as any to at least try to be open.

Kurt was prepared for Blaine’s rambling. It was comfortable for Kurt now, something he expected, something he was beginning to look forward to. Blaine was so innocent, but at the same time he was open and eager and it disarmed Kurt every time. In his own experience people had always used sex as a means to an end or as a way to control someone else or simply away to satisfy themselves before moving on. Blaine approached sex with awe and wonder and he put his whole self into the act. He allowed himself to become vulnerable in front of Kurt somehow trusting that Kurt would not let him down. This was just part of the enigma of Blaine. He never should have trusted Kurt, not for a second, but when he did, Kurt found he enjoyed their time together so much more than the briefer one night encounters he’d become accustomed to.

Now with Blaine on the edge of his bed going on about how flustered he got talking about sex, Kurt could feel the edge of his mouth tugging up in a half smile. Seeing sex through Blaine’s eyes was a lot like seeing sex for the first time all over again. It was a bit of a rush. Blaine was pinking up across his cheeks so Kurt scooted his chair closer to the bed and he reached out to pull Blaine’s hands into his and he held them tight.

Blaine finished up so Kurt rubbed his thumb over the back of Blaine’s hand in what he hoped was a soothing manner. Being soothing didn’t come naturally at all, but Blaine’s comfort was as important now as it had been since their first night together. “You make perfect sense.” Kurt started. “And yes, it is an idea, idea.” Kurt wriggled his eyebrow a tiny bit and smiled at Blaine. “Blowjobs. Giving and receiving. How do you feel about just focusing on blowjobs tonight?” Kurt bumped his knee against Blaine’s and grinned and he didn’t bother hiding the hint of mischief that played around his eyes and the edges of his mouth. How could he when Blaine was here and so very appealing?

Kurt’s hands were calm and relaxing against the backs of his hands, thumbs pressing in soft circles. He was glad that Kurt understood him, at least a little bit, that whatever he was saying made sense. Well, either that, or Kurt was saying that he understood Blaine to make him feel better. He smiled, grin wide and full, when Kurt confirmed that, yes, this was a sexual idea. Blaine sighed softly and tried to contain the heat that he could feel on his cheeks when he heard what Kurt had suggested. Blowjobs. Oral sex. Blaine’s mind went through three or four other terms for the act, and the blush on his cheeks grew exponentially. Stay calm, he reminded himself, but as soon as his lips started moving, he knew that the babbling was going to happen.

“Blow, um…yeah. I mean, that would be, those are…um, I can, uh…” Blaine’s cock twitched and jumped at the prospect of going down on Kurt more than the thought of Kurt giving him a blowjob did. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Kurt’s mouth over him, not at all. There was just something about the prospect of pleasuring Kurt that made Blaine swallow hard and shake his head, then nod. “Yeah, we can focus on that. Absolutely, yeah, um, it would…um, receiving, and,” he swallowed, “giving. Yeah, we can…yeah. Blow, um,” Blaine trailed off. He wanted to say it, wanted to make Kurt proud by showing him that he could say whatever he wanted to, but something in his brain stopped him, telling him that no, this was definitely not something he should say.

Blaine pulled his hand out of Kurt’s and ran it through his hair, snagging his fingers in tight curls and smiling, happy and sheepish. Then, after deciding he and Kurt had been apart for too long, leaned forward and kissed him softly on the mouth. He sighed into the kiss and leaned in further, peppering slow and multiple kisses to his lips. He pulled away to take a deep, calming breath, and smiled again, the blush on his cheeks spreading down to his neck and up into the sides of his hairline. “So you’re…are you going to teach me?” Suddenly, voicing the fact that Kurt would be teaching him how to give head made Blaine’s heart start to beat faster. He knew that would be how it would have to work, because while he understood the general gist of what happened, he thought, Blaine didn’t have a clue what he was really doing.

Blaine went off again, stuttering his way through what he wanted to say without ever completing a sentence. Kurt was aware that this should not be so charming, but it simply was. Kurt had given up the hope of ever fighting Blaine’s ridiculous charm. So now he just enjoyed it, relishing in the way Blaine’s voice dipped low and the way the blush spread so softly at first and the deepened in color. Blaine looked so young and vulnerable, but Kurt knew better. Blaine had a passion inside him that rivaled Kurt’s. More importantly it seemed he was intrigued and excited by the idea of focusing on just this one act. Kurt was excited too so that all worked out well.

The surprise of it all was when Blaine closed the small distance between them and kissed Kurt and it was soft and careful and slow, god so slow. Kurt let himself be drawn along in the pleasure of the slow burn that built between them. Then Blaine was dusting little kisses along his mouth and Kurt was sighing against those soft full lips. When had kissing ever been this good? Blaine was the one to break away and Kurt felt himself trying to catch his breath in much the same way that Blaine appeared to be doing just now. When Blaine smiled his face lit up redder than ever and that blush chased away the honey colored skin right down into the neckline of his shirt.

It took more will power than Kurt was aware he had to just stay in his seat, face relaxed and calm when Blaine asked if he was going to teach him. This of course was the plan all along, Blaine would have to be taught, but it was the almost eager tone that crept into Blaine’s voice that made Kurt’s dick spring to life in his pants. Oh yes, Blaine wanted this as much as he did. Kurt’s hands were still wrapped around Blaine’s and he kept them there as he slid off his chair and over onto the bed next to Blaine. He leaned over and pressed his lips lightly to Blaine’s once but then he pulled back to meet Blaine’s darkened gaze.

“I am going to teach you.” He began, his voice coming out almost as low as Blaine’s. “And you will tell me throughout whether or not you are enjoying what we’re doing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying it we will stop.” Kurt searched Blaine’s eyes for understanding. “Do you understand, Blaine?” He asked softly.

Blaine could feel the muscles in his back relaxing as Kurt came to sit on the bed with him. He hadn’t even realized he’d been tense, or that he was holding his breath until he exhaled softly when Kurt pulled away from a quick, chaste kiss. Eye to eye with Kurt, Blaine’s desire to blink disappeared almost completely. He didn’t want to miss the way that Kurt’s eyes were almost a darker shade of blue-green, his pupils wide and his face so expressive. Blaine didn’t want to miss anything, could barely dream of it until Kurt confirmed what Blaine had asked.

The moment that Kurt said he was going to teach Blaine, his eyes fluttered shut and his entire body shuddered before his eyes opened again. He could feel his cheeks burning, but knew there was nothing to be done about it, especially when Kurt told him that the night would be about whether or not Blaine enjoyed himself. When it was verbalized, Blaine squeezed the hand still in Kurt’s and swallowed hard as his arousal continued to grow. Blaine shifted slightly on the bed, and then nodded. “I understand.” What he didn’t add, however, was something that he thought was almost painfully obvious: Blaine had no fear that Kurt knew he was going to enjoy himself thoroughly.

Blaine’s gaze shifted downward, past his lap and down onto the floor. His mind was racing, half with thoughts and half with questions. He wanted to know why it was so difficult for him to get through what he wanted to say, why it was so simple for Kurt. He wanted to know if he was going to be good at this, if Kurt would enjoy it as much as he was planning to. He wanted to know how they would be positioned, what the specifics of oral sex were, and so many other things that his brain felt full to bursting. Blaine looked back up at Kurt, though, and his mind quieted. Sure, the questions were still there, but they didn’t require the immediate attention they had seconds ago. His thoughts were focused.

“Am I…are you going to tell me what to do, while I’m doing it? I mean, so I’m, am I going first? Um, first to, or, um, something else?” Blaine had heard about people on their knees to do it, and he wondered if that was the only way that it was supposed to happen. “Where should I…be?” he tacked on as an afterthought, fidgeting on the bed again until his and Kurt’s knees were touching. The calm spread through his body again, and Blaine forced himself to take a breath. They would get through this. Blaine’s eyes flickered over Kurt’s body and felt a smile tug at his lips, knowing that Kurt would help him enjoy it.

Kurt didn’t resist the urge to reach up and run his finger along Blaine’s bottom lip. He just kept imagining what Blaine’s mouth was going to feel like on his dick and what those lips would look like wrapped around him. Kurt had a thing for lips, he always had, but Blaine’s were so red and plump and silken. They were also very responsive to touch, very sensitive. Blaine’s lip quivered under the slightest touch and it was fascinating.

“First, we’re just going to relax, right here, together; until we’re ready to move on. Then, I will tell you what to do, but also I’m going to show you. Right now, just…lay back.” Kurt placed a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and sort of gently pressed him back onto the bed. “Breathe.” Kurt whispered this last bit against Blaine’s ear and then began placing tiny kisses all across Blaine’s cheek and neck, never lingering long just moving to the next spot and brushing his lips lightly. His hand found Blaine’s again and fingers tangled together and held and Kurt wasn’t even aware of it because Blaine was here, right here, in his bed.

Kurt moved at last to kiss Blaine’s lips. He wanted it to start slowly but the excitement was getting to him, spurring him on and his lips crushed Blaine’s feeding on his mouth like a starving man. His tongue mapped the inside of Blaine’s mouth, tangling with Blaine’s tongue and licking every available surface and crevice. Kurt heard his moan muffled against Blaine and for just a moment he wondered how he could be so needy for Blaine when they’d only parted a little while ago in the library.

Relax. Blaine’s shoulders rolled backward as Kurt pushed him slowly onto the bed. When his shoulder blades were pressed against the mattress and Kurt’s weight and body heat were on top of him, then he really let himself relax under the comfort of Kurt’s promises. At first, it was small kisses to his cheek, and Blaine’s breath was calm and quiet, controlled. He bit his lower lip and his eyelids fluttered, unable to decide between open and shut. Breathe. The command lingered in his mind as the kisses shifted downward, toward his neck. He opened his mouth and sighed as Kurt’s lips ghosted over a sensitive spot on his neck, and his body arched upward in a half-movement that relaxed the moment Kurt’s lips were gone.

When Blaine felt Kurt’s fingers tangling with his and Blaine’s hand stretched to cling to the hand that was offered. And then Kurt was kissing him, and Blaine couldn’t keep his eyes open. He felt Kurt’s tongue against his lips, and then inside of his mouth, and it was all Blaine could do to keep his hips shifted down on the bed instead of rising up to meet his body, to get every possible point of contact that he could. He whimpered when he heard Kurt moan, and he sucked in air through his nose before shivering and squeezing the hand in his, holding it tighter. Breathe. Again, the instruction passed through his mind, and a small smile formed on the corner of his lips.

It was difficult, trying to think while Kurt was kissing him, and every single one of his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. Especially his lips. He could feel them against Kurt’s, plump and slick and warm, and Blaine was unsure of where his fascination with lips had come from, or how he was managing to think about them with Kurt on top of him. He whimpered and his free hand lifted to rest on Kurt’s back. It stayed there for a moment, almost holding on but never securing a spot, and then skittered upward until Blaine’s fingers were toying in the small hairs at the nape of Kurt’s neck. His hair was soft and cool in contrast to the warmth that was radiating from his neck. Blaine’s fingers continued upward into his hair, threading and twisting his fingers, feeling and knowing. When his hand was comfortably on the back of Kurt’s head, Blaine’s grip got just a little tighter as he pushed Kurt’s head down slightly and rose his own to meet, in turn pressing their lips together harder. Blaine whimpered and then groaned, and then he couldn’t keep his hand in Kurt’s any longer. It slipped from Kurt’s grip and moved to hold the arch of Kurt’s back, pressing their hips together. Blaine gasped, feeling a hot tingle shoot down his spine, and made another noise.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Blaine wondered whether or not this was what Kurt meant by relaxed.

Kurt knew he would have to gather his senses enough to slow this all down. What he’d begun as a way to transition from chatting together to giving head had turned into its own means to an end. An end he feared they might both reach soon if he didn’t pull himself together. Kissing Blaine was an experience unto itself however so it took several long moments for Kurt to stop becoming distracted by the sounds Blaine made or the way he moved beneath Kurt or the way he fought to pull Kurt somehow closer, and closer still. Kurt’s mouth broke away and he buried his head into Blaine’s neck and just tried to catch his breath. He panted there against Blaine and ran his hand in a soothing fashion through Blaine’s curls. Slowly, Kurt began to come back to himself and he shifted atop Blaine until he could roll to the side but he stayed close, curling against Blaine and kissing his neck lightly.

He nuzzled against Blaine for a little bit longer, listening to Blaine’s breathing, hoping Blaine could tell that he was just worked up way too much and had needed a breather. Instead of saying anything, he let his hand drift over Blaine’s stomach where he worked it up under Blaine’s shirt and let it slip up and up until he was caressing Blaine’s chest, slow and lazy. He just about had his hormones back in check and was thinking he might be ready to move on if Blaine was, but he needed to exercise better control if he was going to get back to the simple wonders he had planned for tonight.

He pushed himself up and pulled Blaine back up to. His eyes held Blaine’s for a moment and then he was reaching over to pull Blaine’s shirt up and off. Kurt did this slowly. He wanted to take his time to enjoy everything but also to get to know Blaine and his reactions better. So far everything they had shared had been so intense that t had been difficult to focus on the finer details like where Blaine liked to be touched or what movements and actions caused him to come undone. Kurt wanted to know everything. What each little noise and look meant. Blaine was talkative enough, but when he spoke he seemed to have a hard time getting to the point of things.

Kurt thought it strange how attraction works, as he slipped off the bed and began undoing Blaine’s fly. Blaine reached him on a level that other guys hadn’t, and the response Kurt had to this was a need not only to learn every bit of Blaine’s body but also to be sure that no one else could give Blaine what Kurt could. In order to do that he was going to have to control himself from time to time and take things slow. Like now. Oh, he wasn’t about to give up hurried couplings in the dark, but he wanted this too. He wanted to feel the way Blaine’s thigh jumped under his hand as he helped him out of his pants, and he wanted to learn the gasp that Blaine gave as he used his teeth to start pulling Blaine’s boxers down. He didn’t just want these things, he outright needed them.

When Blaine was finally undressed all the way, Kurt began peeling out of his own clothes and when the final item was tossed away he lay Blaine back on the bed, all the way stretched out and knelt between his knees.

“I thought we would begin like this. It’s the position that will give you the most control when it’s your turn and you can relax and just feel things for a bit. Ask anything you like and tell me what feels good or what doesn’t. Then, we’ll switch places and you can try a little on your own and finally we’ll lie facing one anothers bodies and do it at the same time, a sixty nine.” Kurt’s hand drifted lightly up and down Blaine’s leg as he spoke. This whole self control thing was going to take real effort.

Blaine thought that kissing was going to be something that he got sick of eventually, when he was older, because kisses he’d seen in movies had been overdone. This, though, Blaine was sure that he could kiss Kurt forever, and that he’d never get tired of it. The way that their lips felt together, the way Kurt’s hands were never really still against him, and how Blaine could feel himself start to arch up into Kurt’s body heat to get closer, they were all things that Blaine was quickly realizing were impossible to portray accurately in movies. He was preparing to take another deep breath through the nose when Kurt’s mouth was gone from his, and Blaine’s lungs found air in sharp, needy breaths. Kurt’s lips were never far, though, dropping kisses into his neck, and his hand was trickling upward, making lazy shapes on his chest. Blaine shuddered and let his eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of fingertips.

Instead of the hand staying where it was, Blaine was jarred back to the present when Kurt was sitting him up, and he struggled to come through the fog until Kurt was undressing him. “Oh,” Blaine murmured, and giggled softly when Kurt’s nails dragged along the bottom of his stomach to grab the hem of his shirt. He reached out to touch, but Kurt was moving again, and the bed creaked and Blaine’s heart started beating faster. Kurt could do a number of things from his knees off the side of the bed, and Blaine opened his mouth to start talking the moment that he felt warm hands against his fly. “Kurt, are you—” he started, then paused to lift his hips as his pants came down. “I mean, you’re going t—Kurt.” Kurt’s mouth was hot against his boxers, and his hips jerked forward, acting entirely of their own accord as Blaine flushed dark.

“Are you going—” He stopped again, and then gave up trying to figure out how to form words and coherent sentences. Kurt was stripping almost carelessly out of his clothes, and Blaine was sure that it was nothing less than a highly pornographic sight. He felt like he should have closed his eyes, but there was no way in hell he would let himself miss something like this. Kurt’s body was long and lean, and even though he’d seen it before, there was something different about watching someone undress. It was more…intense, Blaine decided was the right word. He swallowed, and his cock gave an eager jump when Kurt dropped his boxers and kicked them to the side. It took most of Blaine’s willpower to stay on the bed, and he was rewarded soon enough, because Kurt was pushing him against the bed again, and Blaine scrambled to let his head fall back against the pillows.

Blaine took a deep breath and listened to what Kurt told them they were going to do. He nodded and sighed, his thigh quivering underneath the soft caress. This was real. It was going to happen. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good. Better than good. Yeah, great. I’m, um, yeah, I can do that. Okay, yeah.” The nod became more vigorous, and then he stilled, mentally preparing himself for something he had no idea about.

Kurt hesitated only a moment, enjoying the stream of stuttering words coming out of Blaine’s mouth, and then he was crawling backwards, down the bed and settling himself between Blaine’s thighs. He kept his voice low but not too quiet as he spoke, advising Blaine as he went. “Some people like to kneel here like this.” His eyes turned up to Blaine’s and he smiled. “It’s not very comfortable for longer periods of time, so I prefer to stretch out.” He did so then, one foot hitting the floor to keep him in steady as he stretched out over the bottom of the bed.

Then, just as he wanted Blaine to do, for control’s sake, he wrapped his hand lightly around Blaine’s dick and tugged a couple of times, teasing more than anything else. “When you’re first starting out, and whenever you want or need to, you can place your hand around the base of the cock. This does two important things. One, it keeps the cock steady, and two it makes t so that you don’t have to take n more cock than you’re ready for, see?” Kurt slid his mouth right over Blaine’s dick and gave it a couple of experimental sucks, tightening his fist as he did so. As before, Blaine tasted amazing. He had to remind himself what he was doing and pull back to look up at Blaine. His head lolled gently against Blaine’s thighs.

“I want you to remember to just be comfortable. Do what feels good to you, okay. You can lick or suck or just slide your mouth up and down, technique comes with time, but if you’re enjoying yourself I will enjoy myself. If you aren’t enjoying yourself I want you to stop and we’ll do something else, alright?” He kissed at Blaine’s thighs then, nuzzling with his nose first the left then the right, breathing in the scent of Blaine as he did so. Then he moved to lick Blaine’s balls in long wet stripes.

Kurt moved up, licking as he went until he was licking up and over the tip of Blaine’s cock. He listened to every sound and every word that came out of Blaine’s mouth as he drew Blaine back in and began to suck. He didn’t stay there long, it was probably only five minutes but he was so hard and Blaine was too that he was afraid if he didn’t stop they weren’t going to get on to the other portions of the lesson.

He peppered kisses up Blaine’s hips and up his stomach until he was straddling Blaine’s hips and kissing him deep and long. When he pulled back he was nose to nose with Blaine. “Ready to switch?” He asked with a grin.

Kurt’s explanations definitely weren’t lacking was one of the thoughts that crossed Blaine’s mind as he flushed pink. Sure, he was informative, and the questions Blaine wasn’t even sure that he had were being answered, but Blaine wasn’t used to hearing words tossed around so easily. He tripped over the smaller things, and Kurt was talking and touching, and “Ohh,” Blaine whimpered when Kurt squeezed the base of his cock and he could feel the wet heat of his mouth. Blaine’s hips shivered to stay still, but they twitched, and Blaine sighed when Kurt pulled away.

Blaine struggled to try to keep categorized all of the information that Kurt was giving him: hold the base, lick or suck or whatever, relax, be comfortable, do what feels good, remember to put your body where you want to so it doesn’t hurt later. All of these things and more that Blaine was trying to remember were quickly fading away as Kurt stopped to demonstrate nearly all of them, and then Kurt was sucking Blaine off in earnest, and Blaine couldn’t really care to recall anything other than how to open his mouth and suck in air. Kurt’s tongue was everywhere, and Blaine blinked to keep himself present, to keep himself from ruining what was supposed to happen with Kurt’s plan.

It seemed that Kurt had the same idea, because he was coming back up and dropping kisses everywhere and then it was Blaine’s turn. When Kurt leaned down to kiss him, Blaine lifted his hands to Kurt’s back and pulled him down to kiss him back hard, hips bucking up just once before Blaine moaned and pulled away. Blaine’s eagerness surprised himself, and he took the initiative to roll Kurt over and kiss him again before giving him a sheepish smile and nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Blaine took a deep breath and slowly shifted down the bed, trailing his fingers down Kurt’s body in lieu of kisses. Sure, he was ready, but he was still nervous. Finally, he came to rest at eye level with Kurt’s cock, and tentatively, he reached a hand out to stroke it a few times before it settled into a fist around Kurt and gave an experimental kitten lick to the tip. It was hot and heavy on his tongue, and Blaine opened his mouth and started to suck on the head of Kurt’s cock.

At first, he focused on trying new things to figure out what felt good in his mouth and what felt odd. His head started to find a rhythm, bobbing up and down as he tried to get his tongue more involved, like Kurt did to him. Blaine shifted his weight so that he was spread more evenly on the bed, moving his hand from the base of Kurt’s dick to the bed to adjust, and Blaine bobbed his head further down than he was expecting. His eyes widened as his ability to breathe disappeared, and Blaine froze for a moment until a moan ripped from his chest and Blaine was pulling off of Kurt panting. He licked his lips and swallowed, looking up at Kurt from where he was. “Kurt,” he moaned, and his voice was low and raspy as he tried to process what had just happened.

Kurt was pleasantly surprised to have Blaine roll him over and kiss him again. It was that same enthusiasm that Blaine brought to everything else he did. Like he didn’t even think about it or take time to be embarrassed once he was really involved. He just went with what felt natural and that always went straight through Kurt. Kurt squeezed him just a little before he went slipping down the bed, fingers marking lines of want down Kurt’s body until Blaine was settled between his legs.

He tries first to stay propped up on his elbows so he can watch Blaine, but his eyes closed the minute Blaine had his dick in hand. It was too much. The feeling of it combined with the sight of Blaine’s mouth so close and the knowledge of what was coming was all just too much. When Blaine’s tongue touched him so lightly he thought he might lose it right then. He felt all sorts of warms swoops in his belly and his stomach clenched in pleasure. When Blaine took him into his mouth, Kurt’s fingers fisted in the sheets as he fought back the feeling of fuckfuckfuckmore that had him wanting to grab Blaine’s head and force him down while Kurt fucked his perfect mouth. He held just as still as he could, groaning as Blaine worked to find what felt good to him. All of it felt fucking amazing to Kurt.

Kurt’s head lolled on his pillow as Blaine licked and sucked his way around Kurt’s cock and he somehow managed not to come several times. He repeatedly had to remind himself that there was a plan for a reason and that Blaine’s talented mouth couldn’t distract him from it. Then Blaine was shifting around and his mouth slipped down far on Kurt’s dick. He felt his head slip into Blaine’s throat and his eyes flew open just as a moan was torn from Blaine’s mouth. Blaine was off immediately and Kurt felt certain he would have to reassure Blaine. He hadn’t expected Blaine to look so thoroughly wanton though. He practically moaned again, Kurt’s name coming out like a plea. Shit.

He reached down and hauled Blaine up his body until he could kiss him. Blaine’s lips were slightly swollen from their efforts and Kurt knew they must tingle now and but he couldn’t be gentle. He forced his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, rolling their hips together for a few long moments. Then he pulled back and looked into Blaine’s glowing hazel eyes. “It’s okay. You’re not the only person who likes that.”

Kurt was just a little drunk on the thought that his usually blushing bed partner liked choking on his dick. Kurt brushed his thumb over Blaine’s bottom lip, softly at first, then rubbing harder. His thumb slipped into Blaine’s mouth and massaged his tongue as he spoke. Blaine’s mouth was so hot and so wet and Kurt’s cock throbbed when he remembered what it felt like to slip into Blaine’s throat. What it felt like when Blaine moaned because of it even as he pulled off. “We should try it again, just to be sure.”

In the seconds before Kurt pulled Blaine up to kiss him, Blaine was trying valiantly to come up with explanations in his head for what he’d done. He tried to think of some way to rationalize it to himself, and maybe to Kurt, and his face was burning, but then Kurt was kissing him and Blaine started to think that maybe it was okay. He kissed Kurt back as hard as he was kissed, whimpering and not knowing just how badly he’d needed the kiss until he got it. Blaine gasped the first time their hips came together, and then groaned at each roll after that until they were pulling apart, and he sucked in deep mouthfuls of air.

Their eyes leveled, and Blaine didn’t want to blink or he’d miss the way that Kurt’s pupils were dilated. He looked like he wanted, and Blaine was more than willing to give, but instead was rewarded with quiet reassurance, and his heart missed a beat, but made up for it by beating at least twice as quickly when he felt the pad of Kurt’s thumb brushing across his lip. The small motion had so much feeling behind it, and Blaine’s lips parted to exhale softly. He’d planned on having something to say back, to respond to Kurt and tell him that he wanted to keep going, but then Kurt’s thumb was in his mouth.

Blaine had put his own fingers in his mouth before. First as a child, scared and afraid and sucking on his thumb to make himself feel better. Then there was the way he bit his cuticles when he was nervous in middle school, and the countless times he’d licked his index finger to turn a page. There was even sucking his fingers to clean them after eating cake or finger foods. All of those were different, though, and paled in comparison to the feeling of having Kurt’s thumb, warm and soft, in his mouth. Blaine shivered and his cock jumped and he focused on Kurt’s thumb. First, he licked it, savoring the taste, and then he closed his mouth around it and started sucking softly. He started making soft sucking noises that quickly devolved into moans, and Blaine was sucking in earnest, feeling his dick twitch and jump. He was so into what he was doing that he almost missed Kurt’s suggestion. Almost.

Blaine opened his mouth and nodded a few seconds after the sentence was out in the air, slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm, unable to find it in himself to be embarrassed in that moment. “Yeah,” he said, then had to clear his throat. “Yeah. Um, okay. How do you want to, um, yeah.” Blaine blinked rapidly and thought for a moment, starting to dip back down the bed, changed his mind and came back up to kiss Kurt quickly on the mouth, and then shifted back down the bed. Slowly, nerves started to set in. Sure, he’d done it once, but it had happened on accident, and Blaine wasn’t sure he could just…do it again. He took a deep breath when he was back to eye level with Kurt’s cock and closed his lips around the head, sucking up and down, lowering himself a little deeper until it happened again. He could feel tears pricking at the back of his eyes as his breathing was restricted, and then he pulled off to inhale, his breath rattling deep in his chest. Yeah, he liked it.

“Kurt, you should, um,” Blaine started, licking his lips and looking up from where he was positioned. “If you…” His cheeks started heating up as he figured out what he was asking for. “Your hips, if you, you should, if you lift them up when I, um, then I can, I mean… Yeah.”

Blaine was ready right away and Kurt fought the huge smile that wanted to tug his lips up. He’d rather stay focused, watching Blaine as he slid back down the bed and then up again as he grabbed one last quick kiss. Kurt marveled only for a second at the easy affection between them. Here was where they were best together, here was where they were both somehow at ease.

Kurt stayed focused though. He needed to see that moment when it happened again, if it happened again. He wanted to be absolutely certain before he let all the other thoughts that waited around the edges of his mind come flooding in. If the pleasure in Blaine’s eyes and in his moans was really pleasure at being choked rather than just the pleasure of the unknown and surprising, well, Kurt could think of many fascinating things they could do together.

Blaine was already so open and willing, despite bashful tendencies. Kurt knew he had a passion that matched his own. Kurt had thought that meant many night ahead of hot sex and forgetting the world around them for a while but it might mean something else too. Something he hadn’t really considered seriously despite the earlier assistance of a scarf, but Kurt wasn’t thinking about it right now. He forced himself to follow Blaine down; watching as Blaine carefully began again.

Seeing Blaine like this, it was hard to lie still. He wanted to switch their positions so that Blaine was on his back and Kurt could kneel over his face and just fuck his mouth. Better yet Blaine could lie on his back; his head to the edge of the bed and Kurt could stand above him and fuck his throat that way. He wanted to see everything, and oh god Blaine was sucking him in again right now.

Not knowing what he expected exactly, Kurt was surprised a little when Blaine just got right back to it, forcing Kurt’s dick down his throat after only a couple of tries. He pulled up and his wide amber eyes rolled up to meet Kurt’s and there was so much blackness in them that it shocked Kurt. He licked his lips and after a second Kurt realized what he was asking for, he wanted exactly what Kurt wanted. Fuck the plan.

“Yeah, I can. I will, but first let’s move around a little.” Kurt pulled himself up to sitting, leaned down and kissed Blaine’s cheek softly and then swung up and off the bed. “Lay on you back for me, and put your head right here.” Kurt was standing now at the end of the bed, indicating that Blaine should turn around and lay with his feet toward the headboard. Blaine did so and Kurt coached him to scoot until his head began to hang off the end of the bed. Kurt stroked his cheek softly. “Good, good, just like that.” He murmured. Then he positioned himself so that he was lined up with Blaine’s mouth.

“Blaine, I think this will work, but if you need me to stop just reach back and tap my leg or pinch me or something, and I’ll stop right away. Otherwise just lay very still, breath through your nose when I pull back, and swallow when I hit your throat. Understand?”

Blaine watched the ideas that sparked behind Kurt’s eyes and felt his cheeks turn a different shade of red as his head started to come to the edge of the bed. His curls created a small cushion under his head, and Blaine took a deep breath in while he waited. His eyes watched Kurt obsessively, taking note of every move and flex that Kurt’s body made, even the ones that seemed to be unconscious.

In his head, Blaine thought about all of the different things that he could do to please Kurt. He thought of the small things that he knew already that made Kurt’s hips jerk forward into his mouth. There was always the light touches, the way that Kurt seemed to almost let himself moan when Blaine swirled his tongue around the sides of Kurt’s shaft. Blaine thought about the way that he wanted to make Kurt finish the sounds that he seemed to start, to push further, and was taken by the idea that maybe that was what Kurt was going to have them do. His jaw started to drop open at the thought of Kurt’s cock filling his mouth, and he pushed his tongue over his lips to sigh, letting his eyes close for only a moment before they were open and watching Kurt again.

The instructions that he was given were fairly straight-forward and simple. He nodded sharply, then smiled up at Kurt, his face contorted from being upside down, but still every bit as attractive with a bead of sweat trickling down the bob of his Adam’s apple and his hair out of place and the way that his eyes were watching him made Blaine forget exactly what it was that he was supposed to be doing. Then his cock pulsed and he remembered quickly, and frowned at the fact that he was still waiting for Kurt to come back and touch him again.

“Yeah, yeah, okay I get it. Just…come, touch me, okay?” Blaine exhaled, surprised at how forceful the desire to have Kurt just touch him was. He tried to rationalize it by saying that he was in the midst of a sexual situation, and this is what was supposed to happen, but that reminded him of the fact that there was no permanence to their situation, something that Blaine had absolutely no desire to think about. “Please.” It was always the please that worked.

Kurt felt just a little dizzy with power, just for a moment. Not that he didn’t think Blaine had any control here, really Blaine probably had more control than he realized. No it wasn’t that at all, it was the way Blaine looked. All open and vulnerable… helpless even, and begging, always with the please. That dizzy feeling was easy to shake off when he realized that he needed to be moving right now.

“Okay,” he said, his voice low and thick with want. He rubbed the head of his cock over Blaine’s waiting lips, teasing for a second longer and then he was pushing in, slow and steady, watching Blaine’s face carefully. ”Open up for me, just like that,” he murmured. Kurt stroked at Blaine’s cheek again and groaned as the heat of Blaine’s mouth enveloped him all over again. His fingers swept down over Blaine’s jaw, his neck, stroking over his adam’s apple. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen in the next few moments.

He did wait though. Kurt’s fingers pressed more firmly as he moved over Blaine’s chest. He was thrusting now, shallowly in and out of Blaine’s mouth and he could barely hold back. Blaine’s lips were stretched tight now and Kurt was ready. He stood back up straight so he could watch and then he thrust deep, slipping back down Blaine’s throat just a little as he did so.

There, just as he’d imagined, just for a second, he could see the head of his dick in Blaine’s throat. Fuck he loved this position and Blaine was just made for it. He slid right back out, giving Blaine a moment to breathe again and then he pushed forward again, this time further still and watched in fascination as the outline of his cock became visible on Blaine’s throat.

“Fuck,” he swore softly. ”You’re so good, so fucking good, Blaine.” Then he leaned forward and wrapped his fist around Blaine’s hard cock as he thrust in and out of his mouth.

The very second that Blaine felt Kurt’s cock on his lips, Blaine’s mouth opened, responding partially on instinct, and partially on Kurt’s request to open, not just for himself, but for Kurt. He swallowed a swell of pride at the groan that he’d managed to garner from Kurt and relished the feel of the warm, heavy weight of Kurt’s cock in his mouth. From the position he was in, he didn’t really have a way to move himself deeper or to control how much was given to him and when, but Blaine was having trouble keeping still, or quiet, for that matter.

Every time Kurt pulled his hips back, Blaine was moaning, or sighing, the sound of spit slick as he tried to keep as much of Kurt’s cock in his mouth as he could. When Kurt pulled back, though, Blaine had no option but to leave his mouth open, arching his back to entice Kurt to come back quickly, deeper, faster. His wish was granted moments later, when Kurt stood all the way back up. Blaine initially thought to protest the action, because his chest was cold without Kurt’s hands, warm and lithe, running over it, but then he could feel the fullness in the back of his throat. Tears pricked in the back of his eyes for a moment, unprepared for it the first time from this angle, but he recovered quickly, taking a deep breath through his nose and whining as Kurt pulled away.

Blaine had just enough time to almost clear his throat and take another breath before Kurt was back, deeper, and Blaine could feel the way his body cried to be able to breathe and the contrast in the heat that shot straight to his groin. Kurt’s compliments bolstered Blaine’s confidence, and he lifted his hands, first to pull them around Kurt’s waist and bring him closer, but when Kurt’s hand was wrapping around his dick and pumping in time to his thrusts, Blaine’s hands stayed. First, they tightened around Kurt’s waist, then trickled downward, feeling the soft, sloping curves of Kurt’s hips and butt.

Blaine’s hands froze for a moment, trying to decide what they were doing where they were, but his head was swimming in a wave of mass euphoria, and the logic he thought he’d possessed earlier that day was gone. Instead of bringing his hands back down to his sides, Blaine let his hands feel softly, groping the soft flesh of Kurt’s ass. His stomach quivered and his hips stuttered forward into Kurt’s palm as he realized that from this angle, he could prompt Kurt to move deeper.

Belatedly, Blaine realized that his fingers were feeling closer together, and he could feel where the part in his cheeks sloped in and downward. Blaine blinked quickly, and his fingers moved more slowly, but didn’t stop. Instead, they moved more lightly downward, punctuated by a whimper that he wasn’t sure came from himself or Kurt.

Blaine’s mouth was something Kurt thought he could never get enough. Really that was probably any part of Blaine, but right now he was very focused on the wet warmth of Blaine’s mouth. The feel of his mouth, the sounds he made. There were delicious noises that stuttered out of Blaine’s mouth each time Kurt drew back, and they were the only thing really reminding Kurt to give Blaine that couple of seconds to breathe. Otherwise he’d surely lose that little thread of control he had left and pound into that tightness that closed around his dick with each thrust of his hips.

His throat opened and fluttered and Blaine swallowed around him so fucking perfectly that Kurt was getting lost in the feeling. His eyes squeezed close and he pumped his hand out sync with his hips because he was that wrecked already. He was supposed to be watching Blaine, keeping a close eye on him and making sure he wasn’t being pushed too far. Instead Kurt was having to trust that if Blaine got overwhelmed he would tap out, or find some other way to let Kurt know.

As it was now, Kurt couldn’t see his face, the face he was busy fucking. He was too busy nuzzling against the softness of Blaine’s belly, mouthing against muscle and course hair and basically losing himself in sensation. Little broken moans spilling from his lips as he went. Blaine’s hands brought him back from that lost place, very suddenly.

Kurt whimpered at the gentle brush of fingertips along his ass. It was such a vivid counterpoint to the intensity of fucking into Blaine’s mouth that it shocked him and sent shivers racing up and down his spine. Without thinking he inch forward and dropped his mouth over Blaine’s cock, sucking him down fast and hard and pressing out with his ass, offering permission for whatever Blaine wanted.

Blaine had no idea that the gentle touches down Kurt’s waist to his ass would lead to the chorus of sounds and shivers that he was graced with. Or that in the few seconds it took him to catch his breath, Kurt would be over and on top of him, mouth hot and quick on his cock. Blaine sucked in a breath of shocked air and pulled away from Kurt’s dick. “Kurt, God, Kurt!” He faltered for a moment, toes curling as he thought it would be over then and there, but then his ability to breathe came back and Blaine opened his eyes, not remembering that he’d even closed them.

When he could focus again, Blaine gave a very thorough look to the situation in front of him. Kurt’s ass was sitting pert and wanton in front of his face, and Blaine was inches from it. His mind jumped back to the first time he and Kurt had been together, to the way Kurt’s tongue had felt inside of him, and felt his entire face burn. Kurt would teach him about that later, Blaine was sure. Instead, Blaine took Kurt back into his mouth for a moment, letting his hands continue to make small, aimless shapes and patterns; triangles turned into circles on the left cheek and squares and diamonds and swirls on the right, until Blaine let Kurt slip from his mouth again.

He pressed a slow, tentative kiss to the back of Kurt’s thigh, then, emboldened by the quivering of the muscle, moved higher until he was kissing a line up the right side of Kurt’s ass. The left continued to be toyed with, soft fingers turning into a firmer grip. Blaine had to pause in the administration of his kisses for a moment when Kurt did something with his lips and tongue that he thought was absolutely mind-blowing, leaving hot, panting breaths against the wet kisses. “Kurt, I feel,” he started, then stopped, shaking his head and groaning in something that was almost frustration, but so much more than that. One of his hands came down to stroke Kurt’s dick slowly, and he arched his back, unsure of what exactly was going to happen next.

Blaine needed to come. He could feel it from the way that his fingers and toes were slowly going numb and everything he felt was concentrated just underneath his belly button. There was just one problem. “Kurt, I don’t…I feel like I’m…but I don’t want…in your…mouth…” Blaine inhaled and sighed, and his entire stomach shook on the exhale. He didn’t mind if Kurt came in his mouth; he’d tasted it earlier, and was quite convinced that it was a taste he could live with. He didn’t, however, know if Kurt thought the same thing, and he had no idea what the proper etiquette was to let someone know that you were about to have an orgasm.

Kurt liked to think he was experienced. He knew how to please his conquests, because what good was it if they left unsatisfied? He also knew how to get exactly what he himself wanted. In many ways sex had become sadly like a series of mechanic movements, like ticking off a list. Push this button, then push that one. Then come. It was often efficient though it did it’s job. He got off, which was the point of course, but a lot of the time it was just so mindless that he forgot it as soon as it was over. So then it was on to the next, and the next, one boy’s face blurring in to the next. Or one boy’s ass really.

Blaine was different though. Kurt wasn’t anywhere near ready to consider all the ways that was true but there was one glaringly obvious way that he was different. He never failed to surprise Kurt. Which was exactly what he was doing right now. Kurt had hoped that maybe Blaine would tease him some more, but he hadn’t expected to suddenly feel the little kisses, the soft kneading hands. Blaine’s tiniest caress set him aflame and it was enough to make Kurt slip down hard and fast on Blaine’s dick nearly gagging on it as it hit his throat and really where had all his finesse suddenly gone?

Fuck, it still didn’t feel like enough though. He wanted to make Blaine writhe some more, he wanted to feel Blaine come apart at the seams, he wanted Blaine screaming out his climax and he wanted to know that he was that he was the only one that could do that. Or… Kurt couldn’t think about that last bit so he swallowed Blaine down once more before pulling back to actually answer the soft pleas coming from between his thighs.

His fingers swept over Blaine’s quivering stomach, softly. ”Want to taste you, Blaine,” he said, his voice scratchy and raw sounding in his ears. Then he dipped back down, and sucked Blaine back into his mouth. This time it was all tight, pure suction, as he slid down and back up, cheeks hollow, mouth aching from the strain. He wanted it so bad he was trembling with need. He needed Blaine to come. It was like a revelation.

Hearing Kurt’s voice in conjunction with the soft fingers that dipped into the curve of his stomach sent Blaine over the edge. His mind shot signals through his head that knowing Kurt wanted the same thing he did, and then went blank in the span of time it took to take a breath. On the exhale, Blaine came. The muscles of his fingers flexed and tensed, and the muscles of his chest contracted. He opened his mouth, finding it difficult to do anything but focus on the way that Kurt’s mouth felt around him while he came. He could feel the way that his own come was filling Kurt’s mouth, and the way that Kurt’s mouth worked around his cock to swallow and continue to suck.

Belatedly, Blaine had the presence of mind to roll his lips back down on Kurt’s cock, eyes slipping closed at the blissful feeling of heavy warmth in his mouth in the midst of orgasm. His entire body shuddered, wanting to know how it would feel when Kurt came, to taste and swallow. Blaine’s mind quickly jumped to what it would be like to kiss Kurt afterward, but then quickly tried to jump to staying and talking, which was against the rules. Blaine forced himself to focus again, letting a deep, low moan rumble in his throat as he stopped coming. “Kurt,” he murmured from his chest, sucking harder and letting his dick come up against the back of his throat. The pricking sensation behind his eyes was almost immediate, but he breathed through his nose, like Kurt had told him, and stayed.

In the span of time before Kurt came and Blaine took a breath, he could feel the pulling sensation deep in his gut that told him that the idea of choking was something that would have to be explored later. He took the information and filed it away as something to think about a lot further down the line, when maybe Kurt had rubbed off on him enough to make talking about such delicate subjects that much easier.

When Kurt came, Blaine could feel the pulse of his cock on his tongue before the first rope hit his tongue and ricocheted across the insides of his cheek. Blaine pulled back enough to try to accommodate the come in his mouth, but still found himself overwhelmed. Whether it was the way that Kurt tasted so good, or that it was so warm and so not what Blaine was expecting, Blaine had taken on more than he knew he could. As a result, a small trail of come slipped down from the side of his lip and down his chin. Blaine pulled his arm back to swipe at it with his thumb, which was then licked and cleaned.

Blaine sighed long and deep as his entire body relaxed post-orgasm, but something in his brain told him that he had to move and find a more comfortable position before he could really relax. From underneath Kurt, Blaine started to squirm, slow and lazy. “I want to see you, Kurt,” he whispered, just loud enough for Kurt to hear him. He hoped that Kurt missed the little bit of desperation that colored his tone, or mistook it for first time jitters or something, but it was out there.

Hot come spurting into his mouth was probably one of Kurt’s favorite things, but Blaine’s come was even better. Kurt felt drunk as he swallowed and swallowed, his mouth going a little slack and his head spinning just a tiny bit. It was so filled with nerve tingling pleasure that his own orgasm slipped up on him and took him by surprise. One moment he was focused purely on sucking down every last drop Blaine had to offer, and the next he was going up on his toes, his leg muscles taut as he came into Blaine’s eager mouth.

He didn’t really stop and think much about it, though maybe he should have. He’d gone into the evening with plans and guidelines and clear boundaries and Blaine had taken them slowly apart. Kurt did have a second where he wondered if Blaine had any idea the kinds of things he did to him.

That thought passed quickly because the duel sensation of swallowing Blaine’s come and feeling Blaine swallow around his dick was a heady thing and Kurt spun out with it, shuddering, shaking on top of Blaine. It took a lot of effort to let Blaine’s cock slip from his mouth and then Kurt didn’t let it get far. He wanted to lick it and suckle the head some more and feel Blaine twitch with over sensitivity.

He lay there, trying not to completely crush Blaine, but knowing he was failing as he nestled against the Blaine’s hip, his softening cock less than an inch away. Kurt knew he had to move, but it he also knew he could happily stay put a good deal longer. It was Blaine’s quiet plea that made him move finally. He pushed himself up slowly and then edged back until he was standing and no longer straddling Blaine.

“Up you go,” he told Blaine softly. He reached down and supported Blaine’s head and then his shoulders as he sat up. Without much thought to it at all, Kurt climbed up on the bed with him and shifted them around until they could both lay comfortably. He had no intention of really cuddling with Blaine but he didn’t think it was right to make Blaine move after hanging upside down for so long on top of that fantastic blowjob he’d given Kurt.

He reached over and patted at Blaine’s leg with a sigh. ”You doing okay, Blaine? I’ve got some water I’ll get us as soon as I think I can walk.” Kurt rolled his head over on the pillow so he could look at Blaine and then without thinking he reached forward and traced Blaine’s bright red, swollen lip with his finger.