The precise concentration to pour a good amount of batter into muffin cups proved to be quite difficult as Kurt heard the water running in the room next door. He tried to keep his mind on the batter, measuring and pouring. But all he wanted was skin, fast touch…The overwhelming animalistic need that was taking over Kurt was scaring the hell out of him. “Stop it…” he whispered to himself. They had agreed to go slow. Slow. Slow was not a speed Kurt felt that he could go. Finally, the muffins were in the oven and Kurt had nothing to focus on. He decided to do some dishes, hoping the scrubbing bubbles would help. No such effect. The soap just made him think of running into the shower, throwing back the curtains and seductively asking Blaine if he needed to be scrubbed down. Kurt tired to snap out of it, but the moment the thought was in, it wouldn’t come back out. Kurt turned as he saw footsteps and saw Blaine walking into the kitchen. He blushed as he saw the little grin playing on his face. Oh god…. Kurt thought, trying to take deep breaths to stay calm. But his checks were unmistakably red. He turned clumsily to the oven and tried to get the muffins out of the oven. Blaine, standing inches away, dripping wet, was not helping. At. All. Once the muffins were on top of the stove top, waiting to cool, Kurt removed his oven mitt, and held onto the counter top, still turned from Blaine. “Blaine…” he whispered, his voice struggling to sound even.

Blaine was chagrined to find Kurt taking fresh muffins out of the oven. He looked so adorable and domestic. Blaine was a big believer in sharing household duties, but he could see the appeal of finding that your lover could bake, and he could see it very clearly right now. Was Kurt blushing, oh my god he was… Kurt was fumbling getting the muffins out of the oven and Blaine stepped closer. Except now Kurt wasn’t turning around. When Kurt whispered his name, Blaine felt that all bets ought to be off. No one could be that adorable, that red faced, while baking, and whispering your name like they need you right this instant and not need a sound kissing, and then some. Blaine did his best to remain calm. He did not grab Kurt, whirl him around, and ravage him like he wanted to; for all of about three seconds. Then he stepped forward, pulled Kurt around to face him, and kissed him roughly against the edge of the counter which was now cushioned by one of Blaine’s hands.

Thoughts were no longer probable, that part of him that was warning him about giving in so easily, that part that told him if he crossed that line anymore, deepening the physical connection between he and Blaine, he might as well tip his hat and fall forward, down the rabbit hole, with nothing but Blaine to fall down to. All logic was lost however, as Blaine’s kiss expressed the need he felt, and echoed the need Kurt felt as well. Blaine’s hands were on both sides of Kurt’s, keeping him still, preventing if he had had a flight response, he couldn’t run away. And Kurt was thankful for this. He needed Blaine, he needed more physically from Blaine and he needed it now. But he needed assurance that it’d be okay, that he wouldn’t break away after. Blaine’s arms on either side were enough for him. He easily gave in, kissing Blaine back with so much need, it overwhelmed the both of them. His hands gently were migrating to Blaine’s bare chest, playing with the contours of his torso.

Blaine was worried about Kurt’s back against the edge of the counter so he moved in and lifted Kurt onto the counter top and proceeded to go right back to kissing him. Blaine held Kurt’s face between his hands, firmly, but carefully, as though he held something indescribably precious. Then, when he had thoroughly explored Kurt’s mouth, he trailed to his ear and sucked on his earlobe. “Kurt.” He whispered. “Stop me if you want to, at any point.” Blaine meant that too. It would never be too late; Blaine would always stop, no matter what because he loved Kurt. He always had. Then he began pulling off Kurt’s top once more and trailed feather light kisses across the expanse of Kurt’s chest. He tasted with his tongue and nipped with his teeth as he tailed ever lower. Then he began to undo Kurt’s pants. Each motion was controlled, as best it could be, each motion was gentle, and filled with the love Blaine had for Kurt. .

Kurt rested his head gently against the upper cabinets, the cabinets of their house. The house that they shared. But sharing the house wasn’t enough. Being able to wake up together, make breakfast, be in each others lives forever and always, it was everything Kurt had always wanted. But right now, sharing living space wasn’t enough. Kurt wanted to share everything. He kept his fingers looped around the belt loops of Blaine’s pants, keeping his hips in close to Kurt. He lifted his hips off slightly off the counter, easy the access for Blaine. “Blaine…” he murmured, his eyes closing, as his head leaned forward, his lips resting against Blaine’s neck. His heart raced like an 808 drum, and he had to close his eyes, in order to try and control his racing nerves. “I’m ok with this. All of this,” he whispered, his fingers migrating towards the hem of Blaine’s towel.

Blaine was glad Kurt was doing okay. He wasn’t about to push Kurt into anything, and Blaine wanted everything they did together to be filled with joy, even if they were nervous; and Blaine sort of was nervous. He slid Kurt’s pants down and off leaving him sitting there in his blue Calvin Klein briefs. For just a moment, Blaine had to stare. He’s seen Kurt plenty more undressed, but there was just something about his designer underwear habit that always left Blaine a little breathless. He gave Kurt a soft kiss to the side of his mouth before his lips trailed lower and lower still, this time he didn’t stop. One hand found Kurt’s and he tangled their fingers together, the other hand tugged down the gorgeous blue briefs and Blaine proceeded to worship Kurt with his mouth, slowly and thoroughly.

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat, a soft moan hummed through his lips, as his fingers reached down towards to top of Blaine’s head. He ran his fingers through Blaine’s curls as he kissed lower down Kurt. “Blaineeee..” he moaned again, his whole body vibrating from the sensations Blaine was causing through his skin. This whole experience, it had been so prolonged, so long past overdue. Kurt remembered the first time he had felt…attracted to Blaine, in more than just an emotional way, and much deeper than a physical way. That day he and Blaine had talked of sex, how Kurt was all jittery, saying that he liked Broadway musicals, loving merely the brush of fingertips. But that wasn’t exactly true. All he really wanted to do was throw Blaine against his bed…Shut up brain, he thought to himself as he felt a blush escape his checks, his eyes looking down at Blaine. Bad idea. That just increased his…problem area. He lightly tugged on Blaine’s curls.

With Kurt sighing his name and moaning like that Blaine felt as though his little moment in the shower had never happened. He needed Kurt and he needed him right now. All of this, the way Kurt tasted, the way he sounded, it was so much better than what Blaine had imagined all these years. He needed more. Though he wasn’t about to let their first time ever take place on the kitchen counter. Blaine wasn’t entirely convinced that he shouldn’t make certain their first time didn’t happen right now at all. He just wanted to please Kurt first, and then he could worry about all the other little things like romancing the man he loved, later. Blaine was thinking entirely too much he realized, and he added in his hand so he could work faster at and with much more focus on the here and now. He hummed against Kurt’s skin and decided that this was the best thing in the world. If he could do this today then he would be happy. More could always wait.

At the addition of Blaine’s hand, Kurt’s hips responded on their own, arching their way up closer to meet Blaine. He kept one hand clenched tight onto the counter behind him, praying to gaga that his knees wouldn’t give up on him now. “Blaine….” he moaned again, this time less quiet, more needy, more animalistic. He had been in this situation plenty of times, sure. But his response had never been this, this much. He needed Blaine more than anything. An intense shiver ran through his spine, making every part of his body, especially the ones with any contact from Blaine more alive than before.

Blaine used every trick he’d learned over the years to draw those delicious sounds from Kurt’s throat. He was suddenly grateful to be dressed only in a towel as pants would have been incredibly uncomfortable at this point. Blaine squeezed with his hand just so and maneuvered with his tongue just right, hoping to hear that amazing voice of Kurt’s drift ever higher and ever louder. He would never get enough of this, he thought, never.

“Bl..a…in…eeee….” he moaned out, his words, letters, syllables, nothing was forming into accurate words anymore. His hips bucked more, as he felt himself nearing his highest point. This was honestly like nothing he had ever experienced. It wasn’t everything, they weren’t going all the way, and Kurt was fine. Honestly, with how much this was effecting, he didn’t know if he could physically handle anything more with Blaine. The thought alone made him shiver in too much pleasure. He clutched tightly to the counter once more, willing himself to gain control. “Blaine..” he said, again, his tone more of a warning. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Fuck,” he groaned, biting his lip.

Blaine shivered with his own pleasure as he went as far as he could to bring Kurt to completion. His whole body seemed to tense with anticipation. He let his hands fall to Kurt’s thighs and concentrated on only using his mouth. He hummed his joy against Kurt’s skin. The whole thing was fantastic. How many times had he wanted Kurt, needed him, an now to have him, even like this, it was a little overwhelming. But only in the best of ways.
“Baby….” he moaned out, his hands clenching tighter to the counter behind him. His back arched up once more, his knees collapsing into Blaine. “Fuck, Blaine,” he said, biting down on the inside of his check, his head throwing back. He was reaching his peak now. He felt himself tighten once more, before going all the way, clenching even tighter onto the counter behind him.

Afterwards, Blaine led Kurt to the shower and left him there getting cleaned up while he set the table for breakfast. He was so content and so happy that he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. Blaine snuck a muffin while Kurt was still getting ready and he put on a pot of coffee. This was how he hoped life with Kurt could be always. Just happy, just about perfect.

Kurt leaned against the shower tile, letting the warm water rush over him. The little droplets of water hit his skin, his still vibrating skin. He blushed as he thought of Blaine, of himself, of him and Blaine. He knew he shouldn’t feel any different; it wasn’t his first time in any sense of the word. He and Sam had gone further he and…other people had gone further, but the thought of Blaine…the thought of what they did, nothing made his hole nervous system feel more alive. He tried to focus on his breathing, trying to not over analyze it too much. That was for another day. Another day he could worry about consequences, today, he just wanted to bathe in the perfection that was them. He turned off the water, and reached out to grab a towel. A soft smile escaped his lips as he noticed the towel was Blaine’s, one of the few towels he had brought of his own. He inhaled the clear scent that was Blaine, and wrapped himself in the terry fabric. This is how it should always be. The sharing, the living together, the no drama, the utter bliss. Kurt would never have believed anyone had they told him that he’d soon be this happy this content with anything, especially Blaine. He had always needed Blaine, and here he was. He quickly changed and made his way out to the kitchen that smelled of breakfast. “Hmmm..” he hummed, “that British chef? Yeah you’re giving him a run for his money right now,” he teased.