„Kurt," he murmured into his by now not so perfectly styled hair, pressing a soft kiss to his head. Kurt mumbled something unintelligible into Blaine's chest, snuggling closer. Blaine chuckled lightly at him. Usually, Kurt was only this reluctant to stay awake when they woke up first thing in the morning. Blaine assumed that the plane ride was partly responsible for his tiredness. And if their time together wasn't so limited before Kurt would leave for New York again, Blaine would have let him sleep it off. But it was and he had no intention of letting a single minute of it go to waste.

He gently nudged his boyfriend, getting the exact same reaction as before. When he started mouthing at Kurt's neck there was a bit more of a stir but Kurt was still mostly on his way to sleep. Blaine let his hands wander down to Kurt's sides, knowing he'd have to fall back on his last resort if he didn't want to spend the next two hours taking a nap with his lover. Kurt would probably hate him for daring it but Blaine felt he had no choice.

Taking a deep breath - knowing Kurt it might as well be his last - he started to move his hands, tickling mercilessly. The response was immediate. Kurt shot up like he'd got an electric shock, flailing and nearly hitting Blaine in his attempt to get away from his hands. His laughter rang through the room, high-pitched and breathless and one of the loveliest (non-sexual) sounds Blaine had ever had the pleasure of hearing. The only (non-sexual) thing he could think of that was better than Kurt's hysterical laughter at being tickled was Kurt's happy laugh, the one hardly anyone but Blaine ever got to hear and that just bubbled out of him when his feelings overwhelmed him in a good way.

Kurt writhing against him had Blaine's cock rather painfully interested again and the death threats Kurt was choking out between peals of laughter did nothing to calm his arousal. It was almost ridiculous how much he wanted Kurt all the time, regardless if they'd just had sex and were still calming down from a glorious orgasm or if he hadn't seen him in weeks. Hell, he could be covered in dirt and wear a potato sack and Blaine would still want him so much it hurt. And the best thing about it was that Kurt wanted him just as badly - a fact Blaine had to rely on to save his life once he'd stop tickling him.

The second he gave in to Kurt's pleas and threats he sat up and fixed Blaine with a death glare that would have Sue Sylvester running, a hand pushing his now positively ruined hair out of his face, still panting.

"I swear on my favorite Vogue covers, I'll get back at you for that, Anderson," he hissed, eyes narrowed and posture defensive, as if he expected Blaine to strike again any second now. Blaine was pretty sure he should have felt scared but it only got him more desperate for his boyfriend. Kurt was hot when he was angry.

"Hmm," he hummed, trying in vain to take his eyes off of Kurt's chest and the way the muscles worked under his skin when he moved so he could look into his boyfriend's eyes.

"Did you even hear a thing of what I just said?" Kurt asked. Blaine could tell by the tone of his voice alone that his eyes were narrowed to slits by now and probably blazing with anger. As attractive a sight as that was he still couldn't bring himself to move his gaze from the pretty flush covering his lover's gorgeous long neck and part of his chest. Fascinated, he watched a drop of sweat make its way down to where Kurt's cock was resting between his legs.

Following his boyfriend's gaze, Kurt huffed indignantly. "Blaine Anderson, you don't get to lust after me seconds after you almost tickled me to suffocation. Besides, we already got off twice and we haven't even been here for an hour," he scolded, although it sounded rather halfheartedly. Blaine didn't remove his stare and the way Kurt's cock twitched at the attention said it all.

Kurt groaned in frustration. "Don't think you'll get away with this just because we're both horny as fuck right now. If you think I'll just forget that little assault of yours..."

"Oh, you can punish me all you want. You can do anything you want to me, Kurt," Blaine breathed, eyes still fixated on Kurt's naked body. He almost missed the way Kurt's breath hitched at the statement or how the pretty flush from earlier darkened and spread down his chest and up to his cheeks. Though he most definitely caught the way his cock reacted. Blaine inwardly praised their teenage hormones for granting them with such a short recovery time after weeks of deprivation. Jerking off to each other's voices through phone or Skype, accompanied by the occasional grainy visual, didn't count in his opinion and most definitely wasn't equivalent to their sex life during the summer before Kurt had had to leave.

"I'll hold you to that," Kurt choked out, his voice low and practically dripping with lust. Blaine felt a thrill race up his spine at the notion of Kurt taking charge. There was no denying that he loved being dominated by his boyfriend every now and then and now felt like a good time to fulfill that need.

One look was all they needed to know what the other was thinking and before he had time to process what was happening, Blaine was pressed into the mattress, Kurt on top of him, eager tongue in his mouth. They both remembered where Blaine's tongue had been only a few minutes ago at the same time, moaning against each other's lips and deepening the kiss.

The desperation was still present in the air but the first two rounds had taken the edge off their desire and everything was happening so much slower than before. Blaine's senses felt heightened, he was incredibly aware of the way Kurt's teeth dug into his bottom lip, of the hot rush of want that washed over him when he sucked Blaine's tongue in his mouth, of the almost painful press of their erections rubbing against each other, the slow, sensual slide of skin on skin, already slick with sweat.

Kurt's tongue explored the roof of his mouth, a hand grazing his left nipple and Blaine couldn't help but moan helplessly against the hot press of Kurt's lips, arching up into the weight of the body pressing him down, clawing at Kurt's back. Next thing he knew his wrists were pressed down over his head by Kurt's free hand, causing him to practically growl into Kurt's mouth, writhing as much as the body pressing down on him mercilessly would allow him. Kurt pulled away to smirk at him, pupils blown with lust, and shifted more of his weight on the hand holding Blaine's arms over his head. Blaine arched up into him, moaning helplessly, their chests pressing together until he could feel Kurt's racing heartbeat against his own.

This time it was Kurt's turn to growl, burying his face in Blaine's neck and sucking hard at his pulse point while bearing down on him, causing delicious friction on their cocks, tightening his grip on Blaine's wrists just that bit more until it was on the right side of painful. They had no idea how much time they spent like that, rutting against each other as slowly as they could bear, Kurt sucking an impressive hickey into Blaine's skin, making noises obscene enough to make a porn star blush.

Eventually, Kurt pulled away and lifted his weight off of Blaine, ignoring his boyfriend whimpering

in protest to bend back so he could grab the abandoned bottle of lube, giving Blaine a very impressive view of his hard cock and the straining muscles in his thighs and stomach. The whimper turned a shade needier and Kurt wasted no time uncapping the bottle and covering his fingers as their darkened eyes locked, both silently agreeing that they'd dragged this out long enough now.

Kurt's left hand was back to pressing down on Blaine's wrists, his right hand spreading his thighs further apart, slowly circling his hole with a slicked up finger until Blaine's hips started bucking uncontrollably, trying to get him to finally press inside. Kurt was happy to oblige, pressing in slowly and moving his finger around leisurely until Blaine was begging for more, straining up against the hand still holding his arms over his head and trying to bear down on Kurt's hand.

"K-Kurt... More, please, more," Blaine choked out between high-pitched, needy whimpers and Kurt finally showed some mercy, entering a second finger and moving slightly faster. The moment Blaine moved too much to get him to press deeper, harder, faster he stilled until Blaine's hip were mostly back on the bed, breathing labored and looking so wrecked Kurt was thankful for his two previous orgasms allowing him enough self-control to not just devour him right then.

But even so his self-restraint had its limits and it wasn't too long until three of his fingers were moving in and out of Blaine's tight heat at an increasingly faster pace, deliberately only dragging over his prostrate every other stroke, turning Blaine into more of a whimpering mess with every passing second.

"You think you're ready for my cock?" Kurt breathed into his lover's ear, the movement of his hand not stilling, shifting most of his body weight on the hand still holding Blaine down as he hovered over him, their bodies almost brushing against each other. Blaine shivered helplessly at the hot breath on his ear adding to his already over-stimulated state. He was way past the point of coherent articulation, choking out a noise he hoped Kurt would interpret as the affirmation it was.

Thankfully, he did, withdrawing his hand as slowly as he could, taking his time lubing himself up and watching Blaine squirm underneath him. Finally, he relented, lining himself up and pressing in until he bottomed out. He gave Blaine a few minutes to accommodate to the stretch despite his constant protests that he should just go for it, at last pulling out slowly until just the tip of his cock was buried in his boyfriend, taking his sweet time pushing back in. Blaine bucked beneath him, urging him to go faster but Kurt wanted to drag this out for as long as he possibly could after the quick, rushed releases from before.

He kept the slow pace up as long as he could with the way Blaine struggled against the unrelenting grip on his wrists keeping him in place driving him crazy, adding to the wild rush of desire caused by the constant string of his lustful moans, increasing in volume, and the way he writhed under him, meeting him with every thrust as best as he could. He kept it up until everything was Blaine; his smell, the feel of his body pressing tight around him and moving under and with him, the sound of his voice breaking with the need to come and end this sweet torture, the way he looked so wrecked and incredibly gorgeous.

Kurt held onto his last ounce of self-control with everything he had and when he finally surrendered to the need to bring this to a glorious finale he let go completely. The hand that wasn't busy holding Blaine down loosened its grip on his lover's hip, coming round to his ass, lifting him up slightly to change the angle until every single one of his by now hard thrusts hit Blaine's prostate just right. He held on tightly as Blaine's moans turned into full-out screams and the second he felt his boyfriend clench down on him, spurts of come covering both of their chests, he surrendered himself completely, pressing in as deep as he could, trying to stifle his own screams of pleasure to no avail by biting down hard on Blaine's shoulder.

Once the last aftershocks were weakly shaking his limp body and the white spots in his vision had cleared somewhat Kurt let himself collapse on Blaine's chest, listening to his racing heart and trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of satisfaction spreading through him, his right hand lazily stroking Blaine's side. He would move off of Blaine in a second, most definitely. For now he just wanted to bask in the aftermath of this. Just one more minute. Or that was what he told himself as his breathing started to even out and his body went completely limp.