Kurt's eyes fluttered open, and it took a moment for him to remember why he was naked in the same bed with an equally naked Blaine. This must be what Dad was talking about... last night meant something to me, and I think it did to Blaine. He pressed back closer to the older, yet slightly shorter, boy, and let himself drift back into a light sleep. The warmth surrounding him was comforting, and the fact that it was Blaine made it just that much better.

Blaine felt Kurt shift against his chest, and smiled. He was content to just be there, with a beautiful boy in his arms, breathing in the delicious scent of strawberries and something that was just... Kurt. The events of last night played back in his head, and he didn't regret anything. He was happy his first time was with Kurt instead of some random guy. It meant something, really meant something this time, even though someone looking in from the outside probably wouldn't see that. All they would see is two gay guys having sex; they wouldn't see that it meant everything to the two boys. Everything, and then some.

Finally, Kurt pulled away from Blaine, and walked over to the kitchen, not even bothering to put on some clothes. Blaine had mentioned the neighbors were on some vacation somewhere, conveniently enough. Eventually, he was able to figure out the coffee machine and started it. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist, and leaned back into a warm, comforting body.

“Morning, Blaine. Coffee should be ready in... okay I have no idea when because I barely figured out how to start it.”

“Well, it'll be a while. What should we do?”

Kurt's mind was flooded with images that he would never admit to having thought of. Particularly not to Blaine. “I was kind of hoping for a round two, unless you don't wa-” Kurt was cut off by Blaine's lips. That was becoming a regular occurrence, and honestly, Kurt didn't mind.

“Do you think we could try something different?” Kurt's eyes sparked at all the different things they could be doing without even leaving the kitchen.

“Different like... what?” Kurt pushed, anxious to know what ideas Blaine had for that morning.
Blaine wasn't about to give anything away. Not yet. “A surprise. Of course, if you want to, you can back out, but I think you'll like it.” His voice had taken on the rough quality it had when he was turned on, and it sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. Sure, Kurt was dominant last night, but he did have fantasies of Blaine being in charge. Not that he was about to tell him that, not yet.

Kurt watched as Blaine calmly walked over to the refrigerator. Whipped cream and chocolate sauce? Why is this so hot? He stifled a moan when he saw that along with the chocolate and whipped cream, Blaine had taken out cherries and even some ice cream. Dear god, Blaine was going to be the death of him. His eyes detached themselves from what the older boy was taking out, and instead settled on Blaine himself. Blaine's muscular arms flexed as he closed the refrigerator and freezer, and when he turned around Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off his abs. They were pretty clearly visible, but in a way that looked natural. And it was incredibly hot. Kurt closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, and when he opened them, Blaine wasn't there. He looked around cautiously, and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist.

“Ready to become a Kurt sundae?” Blaine murmured into his ear before nipping the earlobe gently. Kurt stifled a moan and nodded furiously, unable to do anything else, he was so turned on. Blaine unwrapped his arms from around the taller boy, and reached for an ice cream scoop. “Lie down on the floor.” Blaine's voice was strong, and Kurt was on the floor in an instant.

Kurt closed his eyes, trying to regain some level of coherency, but that was all thrown to hell as he felt something icy and slightly sticky being spread on his chest. It felt good in a strange way, and Kurt desperately wanted more. Soon, he was topped with whipped cream and had chocolate drizzled over him. Blaine finished with a cherry on each nipple and sat back to admire his work.

“You look absolutely delicious.” Blaine licked his lips, dying to just lick it all off of Kurt that second. The pale boy, eyes still closed, smiled, and finally Blaine leaned in. He started directly between the two cherries, and he licked a path to the right one. The ice cream tasted more like Kurt than its original flavor, but Blaine wasn't complaining. Kurt tasted just as delicious as he looked.

Kurt's eyes were still clamped shut as Blaine licked the ice cream off his chest. The heat of Blaine's tongue sharply contrasted the icy cold of the slowly melting ice cream. When he felt Blaine eat the cherry off his nipple and then swirl his tongue around it, Kurt let out a harsh moan and shuddered as a wave of pleasure caused him to lose all thoughts. He felt Blaine smirk against his skin, and then Blaine bit his nipple lightly and he practically screamed Blaine's name. Blaine licked it once more and licked a path back across Kurt's chest to the other nipple. He ate the other cherry and enjoyed Kurt's moans as he started swirling his tongue around it.

Blaine licked down his chest through the partially melted ice cream, the piles of whipped cream, the drizzle of chocolate sauce. With each trail he licked through the Kurt sundae, he dipped down just a bit lower, but never quite low enough for Kurt. Soon, Kurt's skin was clean and Blaine sat back up. Blaine's tongue just felt so damn awesome. Before he could regain proper functioning capabilities, Blaine's lips were pressed against his and Kurt could taste ice cream and all the topping Blaine had put on him. Blaine pinned his shoulders to the floor and straddled him, letting their aching cocks brush against each other. They both moaned loudly into the kiss, and Kurt bucked underneath the older boy, craving more friction. Then Blaine's lips weren't on Kurt's. Then, he felt Blaine pressing hot, wet kisses down his jaw, sucking at his pulse point for just a moment. The kisses trailed down Kurt's neck, Blaine making another hickey on a particularly sensitive patch of skin right above Kurt's collarbone, before traveling down his chest, down further than the ice cream had spread, until Blaine's mouth was hovering over Kurt's cock, his hands no longer on Kurt's shoulders but instead pinning Kurt's hips to the floor. The pale boy was strong, but Blaine was able to hold his hips in place. He kissed on either side of the cock resting below him, before licking a stripe on the underside, base to tip. Kurt tried to buck, but Blaine's grip held. He kissed the head before taking as much as he could into his mouth. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's curls, and he moaned rather loudly as he lost all ability to think. His mind was engulfed in the sudden pleasure of Blaine's mouth.

“B-Blaine... so close...” Kurt managed to say as he felt the familiar tightness in his stomach. Instead of pulling away, though, Blaine simply tried to take more into his mouth and sucked as hard as possible. Kurt's hand tightened in Blaine's hair and he let out a loud moan that started out as Blaine's name but was mangled into an unintelligible combination of half-formed curses and attempts at Blaine's name by the time it reached Kurt's throat. He was entirely consumed by pleasure as Blaine sucked him dry, and, after what seemed like an eternity, he came down from his high. His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat and he was breathing hard. “H-holy shit, Blaine... that was amazing.”

Blaine moved up to kiss Kurt again, and the taller boy tasting himself on Blaine was hot in a strange way. “I know, baby.” Blaine seemed just a little dreamier than Kurt had expected, so he let himself glance down. Sure enough, Blaine's stomach, as well as the floor where the olive-skinned boy had been, was coated in white.

“We should probably clean up,” Kurt suggested, half-hoping he could just lie there next to Blaine forever. It was comfortable, even though the floor was cold and unwelcoming. Blaine nodded and stood up, running to the bathroom in search of a washcloth. He wasn't going to use one of the towels in the kitchen, that's just disgusting. He wiped his stomach clean and returned to clean up the mess on the floor and Kurt, who could be bothered to stand by then and was leaning against the counter.

Blaine set down the washcloth and pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips. “I'm kind of tired. Nap, then we'll figure something out?”

“Sounds good.” A nap sounded far better than just good at the time, and they made their way back to the bedroom. They climbed into the bed, and Kurt pressed himself up against Blaine's chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around his love, and felt Kurt's breathing slow as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Blaine listened to Kurt's breathing as sleepiness overcame him, and he, too, drifted off.