As soon as Blaine had shut the door, he found himself pressed up against it, the warmth pressing into his chest sharply contrasting from the coldness of the door his back was pressed into. He hadn't even had time to take a breath before Kurt's lips met his and he couldn't believe this had happened. Blaine could feel how desperate, how full of want and need and lust Kurt's kiss was. And it was fucking amazing. He returned the kiss with as much passion as he possibly could, and he smirked just a little when he felt Kurt moan into the kiss. The pale boy pulled his lips from Blaine's, and the shorter boy pouted from the loss. Kurt wasn't done, though. Soon Blaine felt lips against his jaw, and when they passed over his pulse point, the olive-skinned boy couldn't stop the moan that passed between his parted lips. He felt Kurt smirk into his neck, and soon Kurt was biting and sucking at that one patch of skin and fuck that felt good.

"Kurt... god, Kurt," was all Blaine could say or think as Kurt worked at making a hickey that would mark Blaine as his, and at that moment Blaine really didn't care that the Dalton uniform wasn't going to cover the bruise that was already forming.

Kurt looked at his handiwork, and, satisfied with the shade of purple he had turned Blaine's olive skin, he brought his lips up to Blaine's and felt the warm, soft lips meet his, matching exactly how much passion he put into the kiss. He ran his tongue along Blaine's lower lip, and vaguely remembered drunk Rachel and her comment on how awesome Blaine's face tastes. She was right, he thought, and soon Blaine's mouth was open and their tongues were wrestling and Kurt must have won because Blaine's tongue had stilled and Kurt could taste coffee and Red Vines (he still didn't get why Blaine liked them so much), and then something that could only be described as Blaine. It was musky, salty, yet kind of sweet. And it tasted awesome. He explored every inch of Blaine's mouth, trying to get as much of that taste as he possibly could. Kurt pulled away once more, and smiled softly as Blaine whimpered from the loss.

"That was... unexpected." Blaine tried to catch his breath, but having Kurt there did nothing to help.

"Yeah, but judging by the noises you were making, you thoroughly enjoyed that."

Blaine glanced down and blushed. He was hard from that kiss. If I'm hard from that, how will I be able to- no, Kurt's a baby penguin. No way he'd want to go that far right now. Unless...

"Kurt, can I ask you something?"

Kurt's smirk changed into a frown of confusion. "Of course you can, you know I won't be mad."

"Um, have you been waiting for me to make the first move? Because I've been waiting for you. I didn't want to push you so I figured I'd let you set the pace. But that can change if you want."

"I didn't want to ruin the relationship by going too fast, so I've been waiting for you. I just couldn't take our relationship being at a standstill any more. That's why I was so intense before. I wanted you so badly, you have absolutely no idea what you do to me, Blaine. I'm ready to go further. Really, I am."

"Kurt, are you sure? Because you don't have to. I can wait. But if you want me to set the pace, I need to know how far you're willing to go."

"Um, I'm not really sure, but we can use a safeword in case one of us isn't ready for a step. Stop will still mean stop but in emergencies... how about... Armani?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt's ability to incorporate fashion into just about everything. "Armani's perfect, babe."

In that instant, Kurt decided he really liked being called babe. "Armani it is, though I don't think I'll ever be able to look at that brand in quite the same way ever again."

Blaine captured Kurt's lips in a fiery kiss, showing all the passion he was too afraid to reveal just one hour earlier. He ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, and Kurt hadn't even realized he'd opened his lips before he felt Blaine's tongue in his mouth and all attempts at thinking were replaced with Blaine's name and various curses.

Soon Blaine's mouth was on Kurt's neck and Kurt couldn't breathe because holy crap it felt so fucking good. "Blaine, fu-ah!" Kurt cried out as Blaine trailed little nips down Kurt's jawline, sucking on the taller boy's pulse point. He fully intended to leave a hickey that was almost identical to the one Kurt had left earlier.

"We should- we should go to my bedroom." All Kurt could manage as a response was a nod. He didn't trust his vocal chords to do anything more complex than moan.

Their lips crashed together once more, neither sure who initiated the kiss, and Blaine tried to lead the way as Kurt refused to detach his lips from Blaine's. They knocked over a vase and managed to run into the doorframe when they finally reached Blaine's room. Once the door had closed, Blaine found himself pressed up against it, with very soft lips kissing, biting, sucking at his neck.

"Kurt, do you ha-god, Kurt. What's with the doors?" Blaine managed to squeeze out, moaning when Kurt decided to suck on his partially exposed collarbone.

"You aren't quite so short this way." Blaine missed a couple words when he realized just how good Kurt talking against his skin felt. He looked down, and only one thought crossed his mind.

"Kurt- too many clothes- god, Kurt, I love you." Kurt smirked and relaxed the pressure that was keeping Blaine against the wall. The curly-haired boy took a moment to find his footing, but before he could move, his shirt was off and Kurt's was almost there.

Kurt ripped off the last articles of clothing covering his torso, and took a second to admire Blaine, the trails of dark hair coating his chest, the faint six-pack that made Kurt's cock twitch, the V that dipped down into his pants, which were forming a tent. The taller boy let out a soft moan, and half-spoke, half-whispered, "You're perfect."

Blaine wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't what he saw in front of him. Kurt's chest was creamy white, skin stretched over toned muscles. His abs were even fainter than Blaine's, but it was just so breathtaking, and Blaine couldn't believe that this was his. His to touch, and see, and nobody else's. "God, Kurt, you're so beautiful."

Kurt's eyes met Blaine's, hope shining through the blue and green and gray that mixed together to form an indescribable color. "Y-you really think so?"

"Absolutely. I can't imagine anyone telling you otherwise, and I can't believe how lucky I am to be with you right now." The realization that people could cause Kurt to doubt his beauty sent daggers through Blaine's heart. The dark-haired boy pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips, which responded instantly. They kissed until their lungs burned from the need to breathe, and pulled apart, gasping for air.

Kurt's eyes traced the contours of Blaine's shirtless body, and before his brain could stop him, Kurt was on top of Blaine, hands memorizing every inch of tanned skin, lips crashing back into lips with primal need that Kurt didn't know he was capable of feeling. Long fingers grazed Blaine's nipples, and the shorter boy bucked involuntarily, his arousal meeting Kurt's. Both let out a loud, harsh moan and ground their cocks together, desperately craving friction, anything to give them relief. Again, the thought that there were far too many layers between them crossed their minds, and Blaine's hands traveled to Kurt's jeans, unbuttoning them and peeling them off his boyfriend's legs. He arched into Kurt (earning a rather loud moan) and Kurt ripped the tight jeans away from their owner. His hips pressed down into Blaine's and both boys' vision blurred from the pleasure and the fact that there was essentially nothing between them. Both had the same thought at the same time and thumbs were hooked into waistbands and before they had time to think about whether they should really be doing this, boxers were flung carelessly off the bed and they were grinding into each other with no barriers. Precum dripped from both heads and the pleasure when cock met aching cock was too much and not enough at the same time. Before long, Kurt moved from Blaine's mouth to trail sloppy kisses down his neck, pausing to nip again at his collarbone, and continued with the kisses down his chest, veering off to the side to tease Blaine's nipple, just for a second, before returning to his path. He felt the hair getting thicker as he neared Blaine's arousal, and stopped to glance at it. His heart raced as he saw just how big Blaine was. He was quite a bit bigger than Kurt, and that really was saying something. Just from what the pamphlets said, Kurt was larger than average by quite a bit. To be honest, it kind of intimidated the pale boy, simply because he knew he would end up with that in him at some point. Yes, he knew exactly what was going to happen, and yes, he was perfectly fine with it. And yes, he had already given thought to who would top. His mouth was situated directly above Blaine, and he was so very close to the older boy's cock, yet he didn't touch it. It seemed he did everything but touch it. He moved his head around it, letting his nose graze the surrounding skin, yet was very careful to avoid the pulsating length he knew would be Blaine's undoing. He moved back, until the head

"God, Kurt..." Blaine whimpered, and Kurt could feel his cock, which had been hard far longer than could be comfortable, twitch from the desperation in the olive-skinned boy's voice.

Then Kurt had an idea. "Tell me what you want, Blaine."

"Kurt... need... you..." The feel of Kurt's hot breath against the head of his cock was almost too much, and any attempts at forming words were thrown out the window.

"You have me. Be more specific." Kurt had to bite the inside of his cheek to focus on something other than his own desperation, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His cock throbbed painfully, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a moan, which added to his arousal even more, if that was possible.

Blaine's mouth seemed to be more capable of coherency than his brain at that moment. "God, Kurt, I need you to suck me."

Kurt couldn't resist any more, and pressed his tongue to the rock-hard cock sitting in front of him. The harsh groan that Kurt somehow knew was his name sounded more like "Kuaaffuungh."

Kurt smirked, the power he had over Blaine boosting his confidence. He was a tease- Blaine's moan when he simply touched the boy's dick was proof of the effect it had on him, but he wasn't cruel. He kissed the head of Blaine's arousal, and took it into his mouth, as far as he could. Blaine, unable to stop himself, bucked up, but Kurt didn't choke. He had no gag reflex. Another idea crept into Kurt's brain. He pulled off of Blaine's dick (the older boy may or may not have whimpered from the loss) and looked into his eyes.

"Blaine, with this new discovery that I have zero gag reflex, I want you to fuck my mouth." His voice was level, as easy as if he was asking if Blaine knew what the French homework was.

All Blaine could do was nod, and his vision faded to white for a moment as his dick was surrounded by the wet heat of Kurt's mouth. Tentatively, he began to thrust, shallowly at first, then gained confidence at the amazing feeling. He vaguely wondered why people didn't just do this all day. Soon his thrusts were furious and he could feel the tightening in his stomach that signaled release.

"Kurt- close," was all he could say, but Kurt pulled off of his dick with something even better in mind. And he wasn't quite ready for Blaine to come yet.

"Babe, I want you to fuck me." The request startled Blaine, and he looked at Kurt.

"Do- are you sure- if you want to, I can bottom. I don't ne-" He was cut off by a pair of lips moving confidently against his own.

"Blaine, I'm sure. And I want to bottom, just to see what it's like."

"It-it'll hurt. Still sure?"

"Just fuck me. But, erm, I think you want to prep me first." Kurt winced at what it might feel like without stretching. He saw a question about to form, and answered it with a nod toward the nightstand.

Blaine scrambled for a condom and some lube, and squeezed the cool liquid onto his fingers. He motioned for Kurt to spread his legs, and the porcelain-skinned boy did, almost shaking with anticipation. Blaine circled around Kurt's hole before finally inching a single finger in.

Kurt's vision swam and he instinctively clenched around Blaine's finger, but forced himself to relax when the pain only intensified. Slowly, the pain faded to a bearable level and Kurt nodded, almost imperceptibly, giving permission for Blaine to continue. The paler boy felt a pressure and suddenly burning pain shot up his back as Blaine pushed in a second finger. He froze, and when Kurt began to relax, he scissored and wiggled his fingers, stretching Kurt as much as possible before crooking his fingers just right, causing the younger one to cry out from the sudden burst of pleasure.

"OHFUCKBLAINERIGHTTHERE!" was all Kurt was able to say as an intense wave of pleasure destroyed all ability to form thoughts that didn't consist of Blaine's name and choice swears.

"Right... here?" On the second word, Blaine crooked his fingers again, hitting Kurt's prostate at the perfect angle. Kurt screamed out Blaine's name, along with several swears Blaine couldn't understand, probably because they were in French, and ground his hips down onto Blaine's fingers, desperate for more.

The feel of Kurt's tight hole and hearing him come undone at his touch was too much for Blaine. He pulled out his fingers and wasted no time in rolling on a condom. He slicked up his cock in record time and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance. The tight, hot hole engulfed the head of his cock and god, all Blaine wanted to do was shove the rest in and just pound Kurt so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for a week, but he somehow knew he couldn't do that to him- it would break the boy. Slowly, gently, he pushed in, stopping to let Kurt adjust whenever he felt the smaller boy clench around him. By the time he was all the way in Kurt, white spots were dancing across his vision and he let a loud moan slip.

"God, Kurt, you're so fucking tight..." Blaine was amazed he could form a complete sentence with this kind of pleasure pulsating through him. Carefully, he pulled out until just the head of his cock was in Kurt, and moaned softly when Kurt clenched around it. He thrust in again, and the younger boy met his thrust. They found a rhythm and, with a slight angle adjustment from Blaine, Kurt cried out when Blaine found his prostate.

"FUCK! Ah, Blaine, holy shit, Blaine," Kurt moaned, chanting Blaine's name like it would save his life. "So close, Blaine, I'm co-HOLYSHITBLAINE!"

Blaine breathed in sharply as he felt Kurt contract around him, and suddenly there was hot, sticky cum all over their stomach, and the fact that he was the one that had done this to Kurt was enough to send Blaine falling over the edge. Pleasure seemed to be flowing through his veins instead of blood, and he nearly blacked out from the overload. When he came down from his high, he gently pulled out of a half-conscious Kurt, and soon they were on their sides, Kurt pressed up against Blaine's muscular chest, and then Blaine was fast asleep around him.