This time around they actually fell asleep. Blaine had enough common sense to set the alarm on his phone so they wouldn't waste all of the time left until they had to be at the Hudmel's house and then they were both gone.

An hour later the obnoxious sound of said alarm woke them up rather uncomfortably. Kurt jerked violently upon hearing it and thanks to the fact that he'd still been partly buried in Blaine, that was a rather effective move to raise both of them to consciousness.

While Kurt caused Blaine's stupid phone in every language he knew and quickly scrambled to somehow get it to shut up, Blaine whimpered as the movement brought to the front of his mind how sore he was exactly. It also didn't help that Kurt's come, still warm from his own body heat as Kurt staying inside him all that time had kept it in place, was starting to drip down his crack, over the mostly dried-up lube around his hole and onto the sheets, making one hell of a mess. A very uncomfortable, rapidly cooling, sticky mess.

When Kurt crawled back over to him after completing his mission, it took him one look at Blaine to know what was up - it wasn't really that hard to guess, since he'd accidentally taken the blanket they had somehow wrapped themselves in half-consciously with him when he had moved and Blaine was currently spreading his legs as wide as he could without it being painful so his legs wouldn't stick together. Kurt whimpered in sympathy. He knew that feeling and it certainly wasn't the best thing to wake up to. An idea struck him how he could improve the situation and after a quick glance at the clock to make sure he had the time to pull through with it, Kurt was set on it.

Blaine had chosen that exact moment to look up at his boyfriend. He knew that devious smirk and it could either mean endless hours of bliss - or torture. And judging by the way Blaine's ass still throbbed with the memory of Kurt in him from their previous encounter, he could take a good guess at the direction this would be taking.

"Kurt, what are you-" he managed to rasp out before his lover was between his legs, hands on his ass slightly lifting him up and tongue quickly lapping at him to keep the rest of his own come and the lube from dripping on the poor, abused sheets. That wasn't exactly what Blaine had expected and a shudder ran up his spine at the feel of Kurt's warm tongue cleaning him of the by now rather cool mess. His own strangled whimper rang in his ear and if anyone had asked him whether it was from over-stimulation and still feeling so very sore or from pleasure he probably wouldn't have known the answer himself.

Kurt grinned up at him, lips shining with saliva and traces of come, some of it on his chin as well, pupils already blown with lust again and that positively dirty smirk on his face and Blaine whimpered as heat already started to build again. Screw being sore, if Kurt was about to put his tongue in Blaine's ass and lick his own come out, no one would hear him complain.

Obviously, his expression had said it all for him since Kurt went back to his task without further ado, eyes darkening even more before he returned his focus to Blaine's hole, still impossibly stretched and inviting. Within an instant, Kurt's amazing tongue was back on him, broad licks up his crack and over his hole, the very tip of it tracing Blaine's rim until it pressed in as far as possible without a warning.

Blaine let out a moan that was almost embarrassing in its volume, arching into Kurt's grip and the delicious warmth his mouth provided. The sting and burn of soreness and the wave of too much and too soon created by over-stimulation blended in rather nicely with the heat and slickness and familiarity and God, yes, more that was Kurt's tongue moving inside his body.

The build-up was much slower than it had been when Blaine had done the same to Kurt but neither of them minded. As much as Blaine loved rimming it just wasn't as much of a thing for him as it was for his lover and the fact they had had three orgasms within less than an hour not too long ago wasn't making things quicker, either.

By the time Blaine felt himself getting closer, everything was too bright, too sharp, too much and he writhed in Kurt's grip. The hands digging in the firm flesh of his ass shifted until only one of them supported Blaine's weight and held him in position, while the other quickly closed around Blaine's cock, jerking him off at a pace much faster than what they usually went with. Blaine didn't mind, in fact, if they dragged this out any longer he felt he would probably go insane.

When it finally washed over him, his orgasm wasn't as much of a blinding relief as it had been the first two times or even the third. It was a different kind of intense, almost bordering on painful, slowly burning through him and leaving him limp and aching in a less relaxing way than usual. Blaine loved it, the few times they actually had had enough time to themselves to come to this point before today had practically burned themselves in his memory and this was no exception.

Once the aftershocks stopped ripping through his body, leaving him almost more strung-out than before, Kurt crawled up to him and dropped to his side, licking his lips, erection still very much visible, flushed pink between his legs and leaking pre-come. And as much as Blaine would have loved to taste it right then he didn't really feel like he could move that much. Instead, he closed his fingers around it, stroking hard and fast and twisting his wrist the way Kurt loved it. He knew neither his arm nor Kurt would thank him for dragging this out any further.

Kurt came with a mantra of Blaine on his lips after a particularly nice twist and Blaine's thumb catching just right under the head. Deciding that it was good enough of a compromise, Blaine licked his hand clean once he'd pumped Kurt through it, feeling his lover's heavy eyes on him throughout the process.

"Blaine," he whined, voice much lower than usual and inevitably sending shivers up and down his spine, causing his exhausted body to ache even more in protest. "You'll make me want you again. And we are at this point where I feel like another orgasm will kill me."

"Well, it would be a nice way to go, you can't deny that," Blaine grinned lazily, dropping his hand between them and entwining it with Kurt's. A groan was all he got in reply. They just lay there for what felt like hours, simply looking at each other, heads on the same pillow and almost touching, bodies mere inches from being pressed together, covered in sweat, come, lube and saliva. As far as Blaine was concerned, that was a rather ideal afternoon.

At last, Kurt moved a bit, groaning at the state they were in.

"As much as I love getting dirty with you... I think we're in dire need of a shower if we're going to have dinner with my Dad and Carole anytime soon."