"If you insist," Blaine sighed, moving his legs as carefully as possible but still grimacing when he stood up from the bed. Round 4 really hadn't been merciful with his sore hole - or his aching thighs or his overly sensitive cock, at that. Still, he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. After all, who knew when they'd next have the opportunity to celebrate such a sex marathon? Even if everything went according to their plans and Blaine would move to New York in a few short months, preferably in one apartment with Kurt, he doubted that they'd have this much time to themselves all that often.

"Yes, I insist. Jeez, just look at you, Blaine." Kurt gestured at his torso, covered in mostly dried bodily fluids, and as disgusting as it felt in the cold air, the way Kurt's eyes darkened as he beheld the damage made to the sheets and his once clean boyfriend didn't escape Blaine's notice.

"Well," he practically purred, sly smile in place. "Since you're responsible for most of it, you should clean it up again, shouldn't you?"

Kurt swallowed heavily, pupils dilating further as Blaine watched. "You're not exactly innocent in this."

"Is that so?" Blaine asked, head coked to the side and taking his sweet time letting his gaze rake over Kurt's equally sticky form. "Hmm. Seems like I have to clean you up, too, then."

Blaine thoroughly enjoyed the way Kurt swallowed again, Adam's apple bobbing and drawing his attention to the long slender neck... and the very visible bite marks on his shoulder. Yeah, it was definitely time to switch the game up for a bit.

It didn't take more than five long strides across the room until Blaine had Kurt pressed against the wall right next to the bathroom door, sucking at his neck until he was sure there would be a monumental hickey - admittedly not the hardest task, since Kurt's soft, pale skin bruised easily enough, to Blaine's great enjoyment. His cock was already painfully twitching in interest again and Blaine was about to do something about it - like repeat their earlier encounter against the front door - when Kurt pushed him off gently. Before the adorable pout on Blaine's face could make him cave in, Kurt erased it by pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, withdrawing slowly.

"I know, honey. Trust me, I know. And I want to but we really need a shower and I'm much too sore to just rut against you until we both come. If you think you can hold back for another minute, I think I might have a different idea," he breathed into Blaine's mouth, lips slightly brushing with every word. The best Blaine could manage in response was a jerky nod, thus he just let himself be pulled into the bathroom by his boyfriend.

"I promise it'll be worth the long wait," Kurt winked at him as he stepped into the shower to adjust the temperature.

"It better," Blaine grumbled, eyes fixated on Kurt's ass as he bent down once more to pick up the shampoo. "I'm not very good with patience when you're naked."

"Even after you basically came four times in a row with little pause in between?" Kurt shot him an amused look, a playful eyebrow raised in what would to others appear as incredulousness. But Blaine knew better. After all, his cock wasn't the only one that was half-hard again already.

"Even after basically coming four times in a row with little pause in between," he just said, moving over to stand behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his chest, gently taking the shampoo out of his hand to put it on the sink. His lips wandered up and down Kurt's long neck, pressing hot kisses like a trail, including his tongue and teeth every so often. Kurt shivered against him, pressing back and burying his head into Blaine's shoulder to allow him better access. Blaine kept up his ministration until Kurt moaned wantonly, pressing back harder, practically shaking with need. He was pretty convinced that he'd never get over how sensitive Kurt's neck was.

Just as Kurt was about to reach down and stroke himself to completion, forgetting all about his plans, Blaine stepped back, chuckling to himself.

"Now, what was it that you had planned? I'm very intrigued to hear more about it." Kurt gave him what had to be the mother of all death stares and pointedly turned his back to his lover, grabbing for the bottle of shampoo and stoically keeping his hands to himself. He would not give Blaine the pleasure of caving in just yet.

"I wouldn't be so sure you're still going to experience it, Anderson," he retorted, stepping into the shower without a second look to make sure Blaine would follow. He knew he would, anyway.

"Oh, really?" Blaine breathed into his ear, once again wrapping his arms around him from behind and pressing against his back.

"Yes, really," Kurt hissed, unable to help the way his body melted back into Blaine's arms, his ass moving against Blaine's hard cock on its own volition.

"Hmmm, we'll see about that." Blaine's voice was the very definition of sultry, sending more shivers down Kurt's spine. As unwilling as he was to give up just now, maybe it was time to let Blaine take over, even if it was Kurt's plan. After all, Kurt had had his share of being in charge earlier.

Seeming to sense his hesitation, Blaine once more attacked Kurt's neck, knowing it would shatter the last remains of resolve. "So, care to tell me what kind of idea that was?"

"Well," Kurt panted, still pressing against Blaine, head tilted to the side to make his neck even more accessible. "It did involve going down on each other in the shower... God, yes, right there- but I suppose I could go first if you w-want."

Blaine just hummed into his neck, finally detaching his lips from it and returning his arms to his side. When Kurt turned around to catch a look at his expression, he was all eager anticipation. Kurt quietly laughed to himself before sinking to his knees, making sure the water from the shower wouldn't run into his eyes, blinking up at Blaine through wet eyelashes. The way his lover swallowed hard, unable to break eye contact, was all the encouragement Kurt needed.

He started slowly, well aware that they were both pretty sensitive by now and that it would take a bit longer than usual, anyway. He could draw this out however long he wanted and Blaine was at his mercy. Until the tiny kitten licks under the head, the gentle sucks at the very tip of it and the slow drag of his tongue over the slit became too much and Blaine started fisting his hands into Kurt's hair, pulling him closer.

Chuckling to himself - the vibration had Blaine's moans echoing through the bathroom - Kurt decided to be gracious and took him as far as he could, slowly going inch by inch, until he felt the head press against his soft palate. Kurt had a pretty good grip on his gag reflex by now and he was more than capable of deepthroating if the need should arise, but today wasn't one of those days. Besides, turning up to a family dinner with a voice that practically screamed their previous activities probably wasn't the best course of action, anyway.

Pulling back a little, he swallowed around Blaine's cock, finally moving the hand that kept it exactly where he wanted it. Blaine moaned even louder - Kurt really had to appreciate the acoustics of that bathroom - hands tightening in Kurt's hair. Slowly, Kurt pulled off completely, giving a brief, hard suck and dragging his tongue up the shaft before lifting his head to look up at Blaine. They smiled at each other for a few seconds before Blaine gently pushed Kurt's head back into the direction of his erection. Kurt complied willingly, letting Blaine's hands in his hair determine the tempo. When Blaine finally came into his mouth after one last subtle twist of Kurt's hand at the base and a well-timed suck, tongue catching under the head just right, there wasn't much left to swallow. Even teenage hormones and months of sexual deprivation didn't make the body reproduce any faster, after all.

The moment the last aftershock ran through Blaine, he pulled Kurt up gently, hands still in his hair, pulling him into a slightly desperate kiss. By now his legs had kind of given out and he was leaning heavily against the shower wall, pulling Kurt into his body. It wasn't long until he slid down until he was kneeling in front of his boyfriend, eager to return the favor despite the fact that he just wanted to curl up in his bed and sleep for hours.

It didn't take much more than a few minutes of well-placed licks, running his tongue over the slit to enjoy the last few feeble drops of precum, and a bit of gentle sucking - he didn't really have the energy for much more, anyway - for Kurt to come, since Blaine's moans had already gotten him almost to the edge (the fact that Blaine being very vocal was a huge turn-on for Kurt came into their favor for once). With a sigh bordering on relieved more than satisfied, Kurt let himself fall against the shower wall as well, taking a deep breath.

"I know we said we wanted to use all the time we had," he panted. "But this time I mean it, when I come one more time I'm going to die. And I'd rather live to see our first shared apartment in New York. So, what do you say to wrapping up this shower and sleeping until we have to head over to my house?"

"Sounds like a plan," Blaine agreed, somehow getting back on his own two feet without falling flat on his face with how he exhausted he felt. They kept the shower as short as possible, stumbling out of it and drying themselves in record time, simply throwing the blanket over the ruined sheets and falling into each other's arms on top of it, their combined body heat keeping them warm enough, slipping into sweet dreams in no time at all. And if anyone noticed the way Blaine flinched whenever he had to sit down or Kurt jumped when his jeans would rub in the wrong, now very much oversensitive places, no one lost a word about it during dinner. Though Burt and Carole shared a knowing look when they fell asleep again cuddled together on the couch in front of the TV a few minutes into the film they had wanted to watch together afterwards.