Kurt couldn't stop the tears from coming. He was standing on stage as Dorian for the last time, and had just sang his last song before the curtain would fall. Last shows were important, even more important than the premiere and the critics show - this was the last time to leave an impression, to blow away the audience and to make the makers of the show proud.

The theatre was completely packed for the afternoon show, and somewhere in the darkened area was Blaine, carrying a dozen of roses - or well, he better. Kurt might be playing to press his final stamp on the production, but he was mostly playing for Blaine. He felt like Blaine had done so many things for him, it was time to give something back.

‘Dorian' fell for the last time in the arms of his family, closing up the final number and he heard the rustles of the curtain closing. They weren't allowed to speak because of their microphones but gave each other smiles and nods to tell it went well.

The entire cast and crew gathered up on stage to take their bows, and Kurt waited for the crowd to part so he could take the last bow. The audience was on its feet, giving him a standing ovation once more.

The entire thing was a complete blur to him and it was that the music was somehow Pavlov'ed into him that he had to go off stage, otherwise he would be standing on the stage forever.

Backstage he was huddled in a gigantic group hug with a part of the leading cast, Nancy squished closed to him and he let out  barking laugh. "Let me breathe! Let me breathe!"

Everybody started to part with a chuckle. The air was high on adrenaline, mixed with the smell of make-up and sweat and reminded Kurt he might take a shower before latching himself onto Blaine.

"Am I going to see you at the afterparty?" Nancy asked carefully while they walked to the dressing room.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" she asked confused. "Why a maybe?"

"Just maybe, I'm going to use the showers. This make-up is seriously like the plague to my skin." He sighed and grabbed his bag along with some towels.

"Hear hear, I have zits like everywhere because of that stuff."

Kurt nodded. "It's toxic. Talk to you soon." He added a promising grin that made Nancy's eyes practically pop out of her skull.

"Kurt Hummel! You tell me what's going on!"

"Bye!" And he skipped away.

Blaine rolled nervously on the balls of his feet, staring around the room he was told to go and with only a mention of ‘Kurt's boyfriend', the security guy let him in to wait. Kurt sent him several texts he was going to grab his stuff all at once so he wouldn't have to get back backstage any time soon, which was why it was taking a while for him to come out.

He refused to put down the roses he was holding, just in fear someone else would snatch them away, even though only few people were passing through the hall. All the people coming from backstage had a little smirk playing on their lips when seeing him standing there with his roses and the blush on his cheeks. It was like they knew and it was freaking him out.

Kurt had been mesmerizing during the show. No one in the entire theatre would have denied he didn't belong on that stage because Kurt was phenomenal - he owned it with full passion and devotion. It made Blaine want to run up the stage and throw himself at his feet, claiming he was not worthy.

The door opened again and two girls he recognized as the Wicked Witch and Scarecrow-ess stepped outside, giggling loudly at something the other one had said but quickly quieted down when they saw him.

The Scarecrow blinked flirtatious at him and the Witch just rolled her eyes in a bitchy fashion that made Blaine feel even more uncomfortable.

"Kurt'll be out soon." the Scarecrow said with a wink.

"Whatever." said Witch, and Blaine prayed they would go away quickly to the party that was going on in one of the many foyers of the theatre. The door behind him closed, leaving him alone once again.

He took a deep breath. Driving had tired him, but he was sure seeing Kurt would light up his energy instantly. He let go of the bouquet with one hand to shake out his sleeve and peeked at his watch. The door to backstage opened again and this time bingo.

Kurt had a training-bag in his one hand and the flowers he received on stage in the other, but he carefully placed them on the floor and out of the way. He had a combination of a smile of pure joy and a hint of laziness decorating his face.

"You were spectacular." Blaine gushed with a smile bigger than his entire head. Kurt was dressed in some kind of track suit outfit and less layers than his sleeping garments, and only that sight made Blaine's blood race. "Just, I'm speechless." he said before Kurt completely ignored the flowers by embracing him.

The roses were pricking them and Kurt gave him a second to place them on the floor before he threw his arms around his neck again. For a moment they simply stood there, not saying a word.

Kurt hid his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, letting his moist hair tickle his face and he let out a huge sigh. Blaine took in as much of Kurt's scent as possible - clean and fresh, with that little bite of something fruity.

"Seriously amazing." he managed to say and Kurt's body shook when he chuckled.

"I thought you were speechless." he said muffled into Blaine's neck.

"That too."

Kurt tightened his grip on him when he tried to pull away. "No, no, let's stay like this for a while."

Blaine decided silence was the best option to reply and started to let his hands skim over his back, feeling every inch of soft fabric and the hard muscles underneath.

It was until he felt moisture against his neck he realized was something wrong and reached out to make them see eye to eye. Kurt's eyes were watery with tears, but his lips were quivered into a smile.

"Hey, hey." Blaine cupped his face to wipe away the already fallen tears. "What's wrong?"

Kurt shook his head, choking on some air in the progress and let his fingers trace Blaine's cheeks and lips. "I'm just happy you're here."

Blaine's shoulders slumped. "I'm happy too."

"And I just, I am so in love with you." Kurt let out a huff. "And it makes me feel so stupid for not seeing it when you already liked me."

"Hey, you're not stupid." he assured.

"But I remember all the lovely things we've done when we were just friends, and looking back at it, it's like ‘how can you be so dumb, or blind'." he sucked in his lower lip and released it again. "All this time I was searching for dreams, and a home in New York. And all this time, home was right under my nose. With you."

Blaine swallowed, breathing in raspy shudders. "And there's no place like home, right?"

The Wizard of Oz reference broke the moment, making Kurt laugh so loud it had to be heard in several other rooms as well.

"Exactly, indeed, yes." Kurt beamed. "And there is no where I would rather be, than with you." Finally, finally, he lowers his head so their lips could meet. Greedily Blaine took in what Kurt was offering, letting their lips slide together like they were craving for the soft touches and both moaned at the first feeling of each other's tongues.

Kurt forced the kiss to a slower one, sensual but still with that little bit of craving.

"I feel like we have to make up for the last weeks." he whispered when they were taking in some air. Blaine nodded jerkily before diving right back in. Kurt's hands were moving to his back, digging in hard with his blunt nails and scraped across his shoulder blades. Clumsily Blaine moved his hands down to get a firm grip on Kurt's waist. It was until Kurt snapped his hips forward Blaine remembered where they were and pulled back.

"K-Kurt, we - we're definitely overstepping here." he said breathless, unable to tear his eyes of Kurt's swollen lips and actually shivered when he bit on his lower one. "Let's, cool off for a minute." Kurt was obviously ignoring him by playing with the hairs in his neck, a very sensitive spot Blaine realized. "I - I heard there was an afterparty, you - you want me to accompany you?" He tried to sound as sober as possible, but Kurt's presence was making him drunk and he didn't even notice that Kurt was not dressed to go to a party at all.

"No." Kurt said with a clear voice that cut through the blurriness in Blaine's hearing. "Let's go to my room."

Blaine searched his face for a hint he was missing, making Kurt look away shyly. "O-okay." he finally said. "To - to do... what exactly?" His mind was a war between thoughts and assumptions, and he really didn't want to misinterpret what Kurt was proposing.

"Well," Kurt was a deep scarlet red all over his face and his voice was barely a whisper, "I can't really say that fully here, but I've been thinking a lot. About us, about our relationship and, and I think I'm ready for the next step... and I was wondering... if you were too, and if you're not I totally understand -"  he started to spill the words without control, "and we can just lie on my bed and watch movies like we always do but -"

Blaine shushed him with a chuckle. "I thought I was the blurter in the  relationship."

"Well we can switch," Kurt shut his eyes immediately at that, "I mean - we can -"

Blaine raised his hand to press a finger on Kurt's lips to keep him quiet.

"I - I'm ready too." he said without fully understanding what he just said. "I mean, I want to. I'm ready."

"You sure?" Kurt asked like it wasn't going to be the last time he was going to ask that and Blaine nodded. "Okay." His doubt vanished and made place for an accomplished smile. "Let's go."

"Okay." Blaine bent down to take Kurt's bag and Kurt managed to hold all his flowers in such a way they still could walk out of the theatre hand in hand.

"Wait here." Kurt said after they reached the door of his room. "Five minutes, tops." He assured it with a short kiss and vanished into his room with the flowers, closing the door in front of Blaine's nose.

He couldn't help but breathe heavily, twitching nervously and getting anxious upon hearing the sounds of things moving inside Kurt's room.

This was it. This was it. He was going to do things with Kurt they hadn't done before, and it was making him freak out because he had never gone further than a heavy make out - and even that was with Kurt. But this was a whole new level - this was sex. And Blaine was as inexperienced as a thirteen year old and heck, probably thirteen year olds were more acquainted with what happens in the bedroom than him. Of course Blaine had his favorite porn-sites, he was a teenage boy after all but this wasn't something you can study for. It's not the written exam before practicum.

He should probably tell Kurt he was a virgin. Especially since Kurt was way more familiar with the ways of this, and he didn't want to think about how because that would be a mood killer. But it was better than he would make a total fool out of himself because Kurt was expecting things of him he didn't know yet.

In the middle of his internal rant, the door opened again and Kurt gave him a shy smile. His cheeks were red from moving things around and he held out his hand, which Blaine took.

Blaine's mouth fell open, dropping Kurt's bag he was still carrying with a thud on the floor. Kurt walked in a bit further so he was standing in the middle of the room, fidgeting with his fingers before looking up and asked: "What do you think?"

Blaine was still god smacked, staring around the relatively empty room as only the furniture that belonged to the dorm was left, but on the desk and shelves were dozens of tea lights lightened, giving the room a gloomy light and all the flowers Kurt received the past few days were in buckets on the floor.

Kurt noticed him staring. "Yeah, it's not a field of lilacs, but I wanted to be romantic - or that was my goal."

"It's perfect." Blaine breathed, overwhelmed by the care and thought behind all of this. He had told Kurt he wanted it to be special, and it really was perfect.

"Really?" he asked relieved. "Just, just, one final - thing..." He turned to his desk where an iPod and speaker set were hidden between the lights. The music filled the room really softly, barely a hum to create an intimate ambiance Blaine had only dreamed of. Kurt was back in the middle of the room and held out his hand, making Blaine step forward to take and he was pulled into Kurt's arms.

Kurt took the time to observe every little detail of his face, making him shiver under the small touches around his neck and shoulders.

A little voice in the back of his head told him he needed to tell Kurt he was still a virgin and after a huge swallow, he cleared his throat.

"Kurt, uhm," fingers went to corners of his mouth, as if Kurt wanted to feel the muscles move whilst he talked, "I have never - ever - done something like this. What we're about to do. O-or close to it, even."

Kurt nodded slowly, letting his finger linger on his cheek.

"Me either." was the last thing he whispered, and Blaine couldn't even suck in a breath before Kurt was kissing him. The two words swam through his mind, looking for the definition and he gently pushed Kurt away.

"Wait. You - you -"

"I've never done anything like this either." he confessed, biting his lip. "In - In my Junior year my dad told me I needed to find someone as brave and courageous as I was, but nobody ever showed me how brave I was. Or courageous. Until you."

Blaine let out a breath he didn't notice holding.

"And -"

"And that means I have never felt like this, it's only around you. I found you, my brave," he started to cup his jaw, "handsome," with every word he came closer, "blurting and blushing boyfriend." He closed the gap between their lips and Blaine felt an almost euphoric feeling spreading across in chest. They were going to be each other's firsts, he was going to be Kurt's first and vice versa.

It made Blaine surge into the kiss even more enthusiastic, making Kurt squeak into his mouth and when they eventually parted they were panting.

"How - how are we going to this?" Blaine asked. "I mean, there are so many things -"

"We'll go as far as we want." Kurt assured. "But," he looked down, "I hope my most awkward visit ever to the drugstore and buying condoms won't be... in vain?"

Blaine wanted to kiss away the shyness on his face, holy hell they were really going to do this.

"No, no, wouldn't want that, no." he said overly excited.

"Good." Kurt smiled broadly again. "I guess, I mean, we're both ready, right?" He waited for Blaine to agree for the millionth time. "I guess we can start then."

"How?" Blaine felt like a loser at all the questions. Gay porn didn't really show foreplay, usually there were two men and woah! clothes gone, everything lubed up and ready to go.

"Well," Kurt started to play with the collar of Blaine's shirt. "Can, can this? Off?" He plucked a bit of the fabric.

"Wha - oh yes, yes, absolutely." Blaine blabbered, stepping back to create space and tugged off his shirt without grace. Mellow air circled against his skin and all of a sudden he was shirtless in the middle of Kurt's dorm.

Kurt didn't make a secret of his wish to see Blaine's torso by gawking with his mouth open. Blaine still had the shirt in his hand, resisting the urge to hold in his stomach for full attractiveness.

"You're... gorgeous." Kurt breathed, raising a hesitant hand and after a nod, he allowed himself to feel the warm skin that had been hidden underneath clothing.

"You're beautiful." Blaine said in return.

"I'm still fully clothed."

"Doesn't matter." He gulped in some air when Kurt's hand grazed over his nipple. His heart was pounding so hard, Kurt could feel the little tremors underneath his chest. "But, if you want -" he stopped in the middle of the sentence, Kurt stepping back so quickly he got scared for a second, but Kurt raised his arms, asking silently for Blaine to take off his shirt.

He dropped his shirt in the middle of some flowers, reaching for the hem of the thin shirt and carefully pulled it up without trouble. Every inch of bare skin that appeared went straight to his raising cock. He imagined Kurt's chest many times late at night, but the reality was even beyond his imagination. Firm muscles from all the training for the show were stretched over his abs, but there was just enough soft to let his fingers press into, and so he did.

Kurt kept his shirt in his hand just like Blaine had, unsure what to do with it and definitely didn't want to risk ruining it by throwing it on the floor. Blaine noticed his torn and let go of him, giving him opportunity to carefully fold it.

"Sorry." he muttered, but Blaine waved it away, taking him back into his hands as soon as he was done. The skin underneath the layers was a beautiful shade of milky pale, with a few birth marks scattered over his chest and stomach.

"I wonder what it looks like after a nice sunbath." Blaine mused out loud.

"Freckled." Kurt grunted.

"Just what I thought, gorgeous." And he didn't give Kurt the chance to say something in returned by latching down onto his clavicle. He wasn't sure if they were going for this, if this was appropriate and on the table for tonight, but he couldn't resist the precious spot that defined Kurt's beauty even more.

"Oh my God, Blaine." Kurt moaned, digging his hand into his hair and held him even closer. Blaine's tongue flickered out and licked a long wet stripe all the way up to his neck, tasting the cleanliness mixed with salt of his skin.

Kurt couldn't take it anymore and forced him up for a kiss. Their bodies smashed together, making them both moan at the sudden feeling of bare chest to bare chest. Hands were skimming every part above the belt, taking in every newly revealed skin.

Blaine bit in his lip and pulled when the tips of Kurt's fingers dipped under the waistband of his jeans, right over the dimples above his ass. The conditions were out of the window now: their hands officially had granted visas to south of the equator and Kurt was ready to make use of that valuable paper. After an approving response, he dared to let his hands slip even deeper, feeling the start of the curve of Blaine's ass.

Blaine pulled back first, completely out of breath and searched out Kurt's eyes.

"I think, I think we can take off... those... now."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically and they let go of each other to each separately taking off their shoes, socks and pants, Blaine once again discarding it on the floor and Kurt folding it neatly.

The next time they looked at each other they were both in briefs. Kurt was thrown aback for a second because he had thought Blaine as a boxers kind of man, but he was wearing dark blue briefs, stretched tightly over his - oh. Blaine was hard already. Of course his own arousal had kicked in moments ago, but Blaine seemed already fully hard in those tiny briefs. He felt embarrassed for staring, looking up again to find Blaine's face, who was gawking himself at the gray briefs Kurt was wearing. The look alone made his dick twitch a bit and Blaine had definitely noticed it, hearing the gasp that escaped him.

"You think," Blaine licked his lips almost hungrily with lust, "we can take those off too... or... too soon?" He looked a bit lost between his arousal and sensibility. Kurt answered by stepping forward, watching Blaine's Adam's apple bob.

He kept his hands on Blaine's hips, resting his forehead against Blaine's.

"Maybe we can try this first." And he slotted their crotches together, both of them groaning loudly at the feeling.

"Shit. Fuck, Kurt." Blaine gasped, grabbing Kurt's waist as well and moved their erections together again.

"You're a swearer, then?" Kurt muttered, learning all kinds of new things. Blaine pulled away at the words and Kurt mewled in protest.

"Do you mind it? I can stop -" He couldn't even finish the sentence with Kurt practically jumped him, urging a forceful kiss from him and slotting their fully erect cocks together again.

"I love it." Kurt gasped against his lips.

"Fuck." he could manage to say before lowering his arms around his waist, dragging over Kurt's ass and spread his fingers eagerly over the curve before digging in his fingers deep.

Kurt jumped up, but allowed Blaine to explore his still clothed backside.

"Shit, you're so hot." Blaine murmured. "I want you so bad." He squeezed the flesh.

"Let's - let's take them off." Kurt finally proposed, almost bursting out of his skin with nerves and excitement. Once again they locked their eyes together, nodding at each other slowly to make sure they both agreed on doing this.

The fingers on his ass stroked up, dipping underneath the elastic of his waistband and Blaine awaited one more approval. Kurt swallowed, looking into the lust-blown, almost black, eyes of Blaine and nodded.

Blaine sunk on his knees together with rolling down the briefs, making sure he would do it slowly and not hurried. He tried to be as gentlemen-ish as possible, but when the briefs and his knees hit the floor, he couldn't ignore Kurt's slightly curved and lush pink cock.

Oh I am so gay, feeling his own cock harden even more.

Above him Kurt let out a chuckle and panicked he looked up.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Kurt nodded with twinkles in his eyes and the smile on his lips fell shortly when he saw the big eyes of Blaine looking up together with those kiss-stained and wetted lips. And so close to his straining dick. He was putting two and two together, closing his eyes and wanting to ask Blaine so bad, but felt ashamed for already requesting such a thing. He stepped out of his briefs, kicking them somewhere random.

Then hands skimmed up and down his thighs. Blaine was exploring his long legs, stroking in against the hairs and Kurt hissed at the squeezes he gave now and then.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked and Kurt looked down again, jerking unexpectedly forward at the sight. Blaine backed a bit, but kept his hands firm on Kurt's thighs.

"Yes?"

Blaine licked his lips again, making Kurt stifle a moan. He could only imagine those lips around his cock, those beautiful lips that felt so good already against his own lips, neck and clavicle.

"Can I? Can I blow you?" he said so quickly that Kurt was doubting he heard him well. Kurt was swaying a bit, biting his lips himself and dragged a hand through Blaine's loosening curls.

"Only if you want to." he said, while his dick was urging for attention. Even the thought of only a little bit of friction was driving Kurt mad.

"I want to." Blaine breathed, finally looking at Kurt's cock without any kind of precaution in his eyes. His right hand went up from his hip and closed around the shaft.

Kurt had tried to prepare himself for this but couldn't help buck forward for more. More touch, more friction, more Blaine. He caught Blaine by surprise, and he soothingly rubbed circles with his left hand.

"Oh my lord." Kurt moaned. "Fuck, that feels so good." Never in his life had he imagined only a simple touch to feel this good. Blaine's hand was so different from his own, bigger, warmer and stickier from sweat. And if only his hand already felt so good, he wondered how - "Holy moly, fuck Blaine!"

Blaine had experimentally licked a broad stripe over the underside of his cock, feeling the weight and taste for the first time on his tongue and made him want him more instantly. Taking his knowledge from many porn videos, he wrapped his lips over the head.

Kurt muffled another cry, holding himself from forcing his dick into Blaine's mouth with all his self control. He wanted more, he could never get enough of it.

Blaine sunk forward a bit more, realizing he needed to learn how to give a blow job and breathe through his nose at the same time and pulled back again, pumping Kurt with his hand instead.

"I can't even explain how amazing that feels." Kurt whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You are amazing." Blaine nipped his hipbone. "So amazing." He knew he needed some release for himself too otherwise he would definitively explode.

"I want - I want -" Kurt let out a hollow moan.

Blaine set one foot on the floor again. "What do you want? Tell me, baby."

"The s-same..." He closed his eyes at the continuing jerking of Blaine's hand around his dick. "F-for you, p-please." He tugged Blaine's hair to make him get up and Blaine did so quickly, keeping his hand where it was only slowing down.

Kurt's eyes flew open at the change of pace, looking straight into Blaine's and noticed the layer of sweat appearing on his face. He looked so hot, and kissable. He pulled him close to meet in a teeth-clinking kiss and plundered his mouth with his tongue. When they parted he managed to ask Blaine to take off his briefs, too afraid of doing it himself.

Blaine hurried back quickly and took off his briefs in record speed, kicking them away just like Kurt. They were completely naked now, surrounded by candles and flowers and it was absolutely perfect. Kurt looked down, sucking in a moan and a breath at the same time at seeing Blaine's cock. He was close to Kurt's length, but was thicker and darker. Kurt reached out and closed his hand around his shaft like Blaine had.

The sudden grasp made Blaine shudder. Something that Kurt took great pride in: he was doing that to Blaine. He made him hard, willing and completely his. He mimicked Blaine's moves and stroked up and down, tearing Blaine emotionally apart bit by bit.

"Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too." And demanded another sloppy kiss, accidently bumping against Blaine's erection with his own. They gasped into each other's mouths and Kurt reacted quickly by joining their cocks in his hand.

"Hmm, m'feels so good. God!" Blaine was panting, unable to keep his lips against Kurt and rested his head against Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt, fuck, Kurt? Can we - can we lie down on the bed?"

"Yes."

They turned to the bed together and only then Blaine noticed the towel spread over the covers. He stared up at Kurt questioning.

"I didn't want... to clean up. Saves the... trouble..." he admitted shyly and Blaine wanted to kiss away the blush or deepen the red shade, he wasn't sure which one he wanted most.

Kurt let go first, sitting down before settling in the middle of the bed. Blaine didn't join him immediately. Instead he took a moment to take in Kurt from head to toes, completely naked and flushed.

"Oh!" Kurt suddenly exclaimed and turned to his nightstand. He dug in deep, retrieving a plastic bottle of lube and a box containing foils of condoms. He placed them on the stand and lied back down again, seeing Blaine's eyebrow raise. "The - the pamphlets I once read s-said if I keep them in eyesight, we - we wouldn't forget them." He blushed at the confession and the bed dipped in at Blaine's knee.

"Pamphlets?" he asked amused and he got a little slap from Kurt. "Autch, I'm not judging you."

Kurt threw his arm over his eyes so he wouldn't have to see him. "I just - I just want to be prepared."

"And that's perfectly understandable." He swung his leg over Kurt, sitting straight up on his knees without touching him. He bent forward to remove Kurt's arm and looked him straight in the eye. "Also super hot." he murmured before lowering slowly so their bodies were touching completely.

Blaine's naked weight on him was completely overwhelming. His hands found Blaine's hips and he dug in his nails deep, forcing him to move against him and Blaine started to slide together as if it was natural.

"F-fuck, give me the lube." Blaine reached out and Kurt managed to hand it over. He sat back up, still straddling Kurt and swearing occasionally, and squirted some of the lube onto his hand. "Th-his should do it." he mumbled and blew hot breath at it to warm it up. The bottle was next to Kurt's hip, ready to be used again if necessary.

He started with Kurt's cock, lubing it up completely and let his own dick slide against it. The sudden ease made both of them gasp and soon enough Blaine was moving together again, wiping his hand on the towel. He wanted to remark the towel was really handy, but the noises Kurt was making was throwing him aback.

"Better, right?" he asked when he moved forward and back again and Kurt nodded jerkily.

"Do you - do you think we can... more?" Kurt asked.

"More lube?" Blaine asked confused and Kurt shook his head.

"N-no, the next - next step."

Next step? What next - oh. Kurt wanted to go all the way.

"If you want to." he whispered.

"If you want to too."

"Yes." He swallowed loudly. "But, there's kind of a choice... coming with that next step."

Kurt nodded again. "I know, and I want you. In me." The words were merely air but Blaine heard them, he also knew what they meant.

"I've never -"

"Me either, remember?" Kurt chuckled. "But I trust you."

Blaine nodded, reaching out for the lube again. He was really going to do this, moving off Kurt and he asked him to turn around. Kurt swiftly turned around and Blaine accidently squeezed the bottle too hard, squirting lube all over the towel, at seeing Kurt's bare ass for the first time. The ass he was going to fuck.

"Everything alright?" Kurt asked, peeking over his shoulder.

"Y-yes." Blaine said quickly, wondering if Kurt would ever let him rim him and only the thought was making him leak pre-come. He needed to move faster if they were ever going to fulfill that next step. "I just," he lubed up his fingers again, "I read it can hurt, the first time and I don't want to hurt you..."

"I know that, but I really want this. I trust you, remember?"

"Okay, but tell me if it's too much. You can tell me at any time."

"Yes, okay, just, let's go on with it before I start to hump the bed." Kurt hid his face into his pillow, embarrassed but Blaine found it endearing.

"You're adorable."

"Shut up."

The lube in his hand was warmed up enough and carefully he moved to the best position to do this. His clean hand was shaking when he reached out to reveal Kurt's hole, and even the touch of the creamy ass in his hand made him dig in hard and he was already making up apologies for any bruises he would leave after this. His thumb found what he was looking for and Kurt contracted completely at the sudden touch.

"Baby, if we're going to do this you need to relax." Blaine said hushed. "Think of something relaxing, okay?"

"Yes, yes, okay." Kurt mumbled against the pillow and indeed soon enough he was calmer underneath Blaine's hands. Blaine's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Care to share what you're thinking about?" he asked with honest curiosity and Kurt peeked over his shoulder again.

"Your music. Back home. Behind the piano."

And if Blaine wasn't horribly in love with him already, he was now and let his lubed fingers slide over the hole as well. Kurt squeaked only a bit but remained as relaxed as possible, giving tiny mewls at every touch and when the tip of Blaine's middle finger went inside he let out a sudden moan.

"Is that good?" Blaine asked. "Is this okay?"

Kurt nodded, moaning again and let Blaine get in deeper. The stretch was somewhere between unexpected and welcome, also a tiny bit uncomfortable and the more it went in, tiny prickles of pain were numbed by his arousal.

"We're going to take this extremely slow, okay?" Blaine said, letting his finger slide out and in again. "Tell me if you can handle another one, yes?"

Kurt wanted to scowl at him in frustration because only that one finger was tearing him apart in all kinds of feelings. How could Blaine manage to stay this calm? Because he loves you, and you love him.

The sudden pause of going from frantic and wanting to slow and steady was cooling them both down, but not completely. Kurt let Blaine know he was ready for another finger and moaned again at the heavier stretch.

Eventually after three fingers were fingering him, Kurt reached out for the condoms to give to Blaine and he heard him breathe in raspy when he took them. This was going to be it, all the way and they both were ready for it.

Blaine pulled back his hand under protesting noises and cleaned his hand on the towel so he could open the foil wrapper. It took him a while, hands shaking with nerves and rolled on the condom after checking he had the right side twice. He grabbed the bottle of lube again and covered his cock with a generous amount, stifling moans at the sudden friction.

He settled himself on Kurt's thighs, roaming his hands over the naked and beautiful back. Goose bumps spread across the surface and Blaine reached down to guide himself in front of the puckered hole.

"It's going to be... more... than the fingers." Blaine said with a hoarse voice.

"I'm ready." Kurt said, arching up his ass for even better entrance and Blaine slowly guided himself into him. The heat, the tightness, it was almost overwhelming and Blaine was restraining himself from diving in in one go.

"Oh my God, Kurt." He sunk down further until he was completely buried inside of him, resting his chest against his back and kissing the skin below his neck. His hands hold grip on his sides, squeezing comforting because Kurt had his eyes clenched shut and his mouth was open in agony. "Oh, baby, baby you okay? Talk to me okay? Sex is also about communicating."

Kurt nodded and a shiver went down his entire body that even Blaine could feel it.

"It's good." he managed to say with his jaw set. "Just move slowly, please."

"Of course." Blaine pressed more kisses on his back and slid out excruciatingly slow. In the same slow motion he thrust forward again, letting out tiny moans and tightened his grip on Kurt's side again.

"Can we?" Kurt started and Blaine froze. "Can I turn around? I want to see your face."

Blaine answered by sliding out of him completely and stepped off the bed until Kurt was lying on his back again, making as minimum contact between his ass and bed as possible. He beckoned Blaine to come back as soon as he was comfortable. Blaine settled between his legs, spreading them even wider and realized he could take a simple moment of just staring at Kurt. The music was still playing the background, the candles still flickering and the flowers still on the floor, and Blaine couldn't be more thankful for the boy he was currently holding.

"I love you so much." he whispered. "I think I will forever."

The smile that appeared on Kurt's face made him feel warm all over his body, like a warm bath caressing his skin and he took grip on Kurt's thighs so he could line up for his entrance again. The smile turned into a chuckle that was too contagious for Blaine not to laugh.

"I don't even know why we're laughing." Kurt said with his nose scrunched. "This is weird."

"Why? Sex should be fun, don't you think?"

"Only if it's with you." Kurt turned serious again. "Forever."

Blaine nodded, leaning forward to kiss him. "Forever." he breathed and while kissing him, he slid into Kurt once more.

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For a moment they simply stayed, lying against each other as close as two humans could and listened to each other's breathing. Blaine's face was hidden in the crook of Kurt's neck, puffing out tiny breaths to keep his self control.

"You okay?" he asked, voice nothing more than a whisper. Kurt didn't say anything but simply nodded. Blaine felt the body lightly tense underneath him and an arm was coming up to his side, all the way up to his messed up hair and Kurt tugged him up so they could see each other.

Kurt stared at him, lips parted and eyes barely blinking. "Kiss me." he breathed and Blaine did just that, clashing their mouths together in what was supposed to be a sweet kiss. Blaine had never anticipated that the kiss would make this feel so much better, making him plunder Kurt's mouth with his tongue and tighten his grip on every piece of body his hands touched.

"Move." Kurt breathed against his lips before claiming them again and slowly Blaine started to thrust again. Kurt's fingers kept on tugging his hair, pulling it before touching the heated skin of the nape of his neck.

Blaine was losing his ability to think coherently, sinking in further with every thrust and he couldn't stop the moans from coming. He was too worked up to take things carefully, but managed to only speed up with a fraction, changing his angle a little bit. It was the sudden change that made Kurt gasp louder than he did since they started.

"Oh my God, try that again." he said, louder as well.

"Wha-" Blaine pushed himself up on his arms to look at Kurt again, completely lost of what was going on.

Kurt rolled his eyes, and he wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or annoyance and decided to take control of it himself. His hands disappeared on his back, going lower to eventually take a good handful of Blaine's round ass and forced it down.

Blaine let out a noise in surprise, but was quickly recovering and let Kurt set up the pace that was way faster than they had gone so far. The grip on his ass was faltering and he kept on going, hitting the spot that was making Kurt mewl whiny pleads.

The slide was going easier, and Blaine kept on using his mouth to taste the salty sweat on Kurt's neck.

"Is that good, baby?" he said when he found the words again.

"Fuck, yes. Don't. Stop." Kurt arched his neck deeper into the pillow with his mouth open mid-cry. "Shit, shit shit." He snapped back up to meet Blaine's lips and together they started to build up to their peaks.

Kurt's hand wriggled between their chests, trailing down the soft hairs of Blaine's and found his pulsing cock. Blaine managed to lift himself up far enough for Kurt to jerk himself off uncontrollably. The quick movements created a rhythm with his thrusting and soon there was nothing more than moans, pleads and begs for release.

"Baby, ba-baby." Blaine said with his teeth clenched to each other. "I - I need -"

"Faster?" Kurt filled in, biting his lip and Blaine nodded.

"I'm really close," he said and balanced himself on his arms, locking his eyes with Kurt's.

"Me too." Kurt breathed and started to stroke himself even faster. "Come on." he urged and moved his hips that made Blaine go even deeper.

"Fuck." Blaine choked, lowering himself to kiss him and began to thrust again. He shuddered all over and let out a surprised noise when Kurt bit down his lip hard. He felt Kurt start to tense, clenching around Blaine and blunt nails scraped over his back.

Kurt swore loudly, throwing his head back into the pillow and baring his neck. His hips were bucking and a warm liquid was shooting up to get caught between their bodies. Blaine froze completely, staring at Kurt's face in total marvel. His lips dark pink and lashes fanned against his flush cheeks. He jerked and shuddered, stroking himself through his orgasm and it was until he whispered Blaine's name he realized he had stopped moving.

Blaine knew it wasn't going to last any longer and started to go faster, trying to beat Kurt to his over sensitiveness and a hand forced him to face up. Kurt was looking at him with those deep blue eyes, and just a small quirk of his lips - only a shadow of a smile - made Blaine come hard into the condom. He hid his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, stuttering his hips a few last times to ride out his peak.

He felt completely satisfied and exhausted, letting out breaths in deep heaves. Carefully he eased out, keeping his hand on the condom so it wouldn't slip off and after rolling it down and tying it up, he looked up for a second to see where he could dispose it.

Kurt had a different plan however, wrapping his arms around Blaine's back and requesting a hug. The smell in the air was damp, mixed with the candles and the flowers and smelled somehow musky.

"Hmm, baby? I need to... clean us up." Blaine muttered, tracing Kurt's cheekbone with his nose.

"D'you have too?" Kurt asked sleepily and Blaine chuckled.

"Do you want to sleep like this?" Meaning the stickiness that was drying in between them, and he laughed even louder when Kurt nodded. "No, you don't. Five minutes." He pressed a kiss on his cheek and rolled himself off of Kurt.

He quickly threw the used condom into the trashcan in the corner and looked around the room to see what needed to be done. His eyes stopped at Kurt, who was sprawled out on the towel with his arms raised above his head, eyeing him with a sleepy smile.

"It's unfair to look that good, you know." he said through the thick air and realized he needed to blow out the candles.

"Then hurry up and join me." Kurt replied, smirking in a way that also was unfair.

He stuck out his tongue, making his way to the bathroom to find some kind of cloth he could use to clean him and Kurt. After going through some empty cupboards, he found some disposable towels and ran warm water of them.

Kurt was still lying in the same position when he returned, except now with his eyes closed and the little squeak he made after Blaine snuck up to him without a sound made Blaine grin devilish.

"Not funny." Kurt said with a semi soft slap on his arm. "Hurry up, I want to cuddle."

"Just a moment, love, I need to blow out the candles. And turn off the music." He noticed Kurt staring at him and cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

Kurt bit away a smile. "You called me love."

"Is that - ?" Bad?

"I think it's my new favorite pet name."

"I like saying it." Blaine wiped off the remains, and asked if Kurt could turn around so he could wash away the excess of lube. Kurt rolled over almost boneless and hissed when the towel went over his sensitive hole. "Sorry." Blaine muttered, pressing a few kisses on his bare back.

Lazily he moved around the room again, throwing away the towels and taking the towel underneath Kurt away. Under the careful eye of Kurt he turned off the music and blew out all the candles.

"Are you coming?" Kurt asked, halfway drifted into sleep. He had gone under the covers as soon as Blaine took away the towel. The lube and condoms were neatly put back onto the nightstand, the window was creaked so the tiny swirls of smoke from the candles could escape and Blaine took one last look around to see if everything was done.

"Yes."

"Finally." he muttered, and held open the blankets so Blaine could scoot in. Kurt made a few approving noises, settling against Blaine's chest. "Comfort'ble?"

"With you?" Blaine asked. "Of course."

Quickly they both fell asleep, twined with each other for the rest of the night.