Blaine looked around, taking in his surroundings. There was a dreamlike haze, and through it he recognized that he was in Kurt's room. He searched the room for Kurt and found him sitting on the bed, wearing a french maid's costume. The skirt barely came down to mid-thigh, and a rather large erection- even larger than usual- created a very obvious tent in the fabric, which in turn revealed even more of that delicious porcelain skin. He looked up with darkened eyes, attempting to make eye contact with the older boy, but the hazel eyes- nearly black with lust- were fixed on the costume, more specifically the skirt.

“Like something you see?” He could hear the smirk, and maybe a bit of lust, in Kurt's voice, but at the moment he was incapable of speech. Kurt was in a fucking maid costume. It was just about impossible for any other thought to exist in his lust-clouded mind, not that he could bring himself to care.

And then, Kurt was pushed down onto the bed, his lips under assault. Blaine grabbed for handcuffs that were somehow within reach, even though he had no recollection of seeing them there just a minute prior. Kurt's arms were bound to the headboard, and Blaine's hands kept his hips still. Blaine turned his assault to the pale neck that was so easily marked. He started sucking, forming a purple hickey that looked like it would last for at least a week. Kurt tried to buck, but Blaine's grip held, keeping him from going anywhere. He let out a soft moan from frustration, and Blaine smirked. He looked down, and was capable of only one thought. Kurt was wearing far too many clothes. He undid the top, pushing it as far up Kurt's arms as the handcuffs allowed, and, after a moment's thought, kept the skirt on. He trailed kisses and the occasional bite from Kurt's collarbone down his chest, across his abs, all the way to the top of the skirt. Kurt strained against the guitar-hardened grip keeping him in place, but it remained firm. Carefully, never letting go completely, Blaine pushed up the skirt to reveal Kurt's throbbing erection. He whimpered, and Blaine pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his member before climbing back up to Kurt's mouth and kissing him fiercely.

He broke the kiss without moving more than an inch from Kurt's kiss-bruised lips. “Turn over.” He let go of Kurt's hips to help him lie on his stomach, and reached into the nightstand for lube and a condom. He poured some lube onto his fingers, and spread Kurt's cheeks, also pushing the skirt as far up as possible.. Gently, he teased around the tight hole before Kurt pressed hard against him, making his point clear that he needed Blaine,, and he relented, pushing a finger in. After a moment to let Kurt adjust, he slid a second finger in and spread them, trying to stretch Kurt out as much as possible. Kurt moaned from how pleasurable the pain was, and once some of the pain had died down, he tried to push back onto Blaine's fingers, but they sharply pulled away. Blaine rolled on the condom and lubed his cock as much as he could before resting the tip at Kurt's entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling the tight heat around him and it wasn't quite real, but it certainly didn't feel imagined. He thrust faster and faster, harder and harder, until he was coming deep inside Kurt and again, the pleasure had a surreal quality, not quite like it did in real life. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around Kurt.

“So I take it you liked my costume?” Kurt's voice was sleepy, but still laced with its usual sarcasm.

“Mhm,” was all Blaine could manage before his dream faded into black.

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Blaine's eyes shot open, and he took a moment to figure out what happened. He had just dreamed about having sex with Kurt. In a french maid's costume. Was that seriously one of his fetishes? And more importantly, he had a problem he had to deal with, a problem that was probably digging into Kurt's back. Sorry, Kurt. He smiled at the thought of his name. And here he was, in Blaine's arms. How perfect was that? He shifted slightly so his... problem wasn't digging into Kurt's back quite as much, and tried to go back to sleep.

Kurt felt Blaine shift against him, and vaguely wondered why in his half-awake, half-asleep state. He felt something pressing against his back, and his eyes widened as he realized what it was. What had Blaine been dreaming about? Did he need a little help with that? The pale boy mentally kicked himself for thinking something like that, then realized what they had been doing the night before as well as that morning. Why am I still so nervous? I've had sex with him, he's turned me into a sundae, why is this still such a problem for me to think about? I never have problems when we're actually DOING stuff, but when I'm not turned on, it's like it's taboo or something. Sex. Sex sex sex. Okay, that's not helping, now I can't stop thinking about what that was like. Great, now I'm developing my own problem.

“Blaine,” Kurt whispered, wanting to find out if he was awake.

“Hmm?” Blaine realized Kurt had probably felt him and tried to subtly shift away. But Kurt was having none of that. He flipped so he was facing Blaine and his breath caught when he saw those golden eyes dark with lust.

“You need some help with that?” He ground into Blaine, revealing his own half-hard erection and creating some much-needed friction for Blaine's fully hard one.

Blaine realized what Kurt was doing and honestly didn't mind. He moaned at the friction and bucked forward, desperate for more. His eyes were darker still and he couldn't think at all.

Kurt was surprised at his own daring, but since Blaine seemed to be enjoying it, he pinned the shorter boy to the bed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, grinding down at the same time. Blaine cried out from the pleasure that shot through him the moment their cocks met, and clutched Kurt close to him, scratching red marks into the flawless skin. The pale boy let out a breathy moan from the sharp contrast between pain and pleasure, and he ground harder into Blaine.

The pleasure was becoming too much for Blaine. He managed to choke out two words. “Fuck me.” The moment those two words left his lips, Kurt scrambled to find lube and a condom, and had his fingers lubed and positioned at his entrance in record time. Blaine spread his legs as far as he could and did his best to relax. This was going to feel good. So good. Kurt moved up so he could kiss Blaine as he slipped a finger in. The shorter boy barely noticed the discomfort, he was so lost in the kiss, in the slide of lips against lips, tongue against tongue. Kurt slid in a second finger and scissored, trying not to cause any more pain than necessary. Blaine moaned a bit, and forced himself to count to ten, using the distraction as a means of relaxation. It hurt, but there was an odd pleasure mixed in. Then Kurt remembered something that helped immensely and crooked his fingers, searching for that one little bundle of nerves. He brushed something, and heard “OHGODYESTHERE!” He smirked and pressed harder on that spot, feeling Blaine unravel at his touch.

“K-Kurt, need... so c-close,” Blaine was able to say through the lust and pleasure clouding his mind.

Kurt didn't waste any more time. He pulled out his fingers and rolled the condom on with one hand. Quickly, he spread lube on his cock and positioned himself at Blaine's entrance. “You ready?”

Blaine nodded, and closed his eyes as Kurt inched his way in. There was a strange pleasure and a feeling of closeness he had never felt before, like he and Kurt were actually the same body. The sensations were overwhelming and he could only hold onto Kurt with all his strength. The taller boy was soon all the way in and didn't move, giving Blaine a chance to adjust to having something in him. He wanted to just keep thrusting until Blaine couldn't walk, but at the same time was afraid of hurting him so he stayed gentle, gentle as he could be with this feeling. It was Blaine's first time, after all, and he could still feel the pain from last night. Blaine nodded, and Kurt slowly started thrusting. As Blaine adjusted, he started trying to match Kurt's rhythm, pushing back on Kurt with every thrust. Their pace gradually increased as Kurt searched for that spot. Blaine shouted Kurt's name, along with a string of curses, as he thrust against it. Their pace increased even more as Kurt neared his climax and could feel that Blaine was just as close.

“Come with me, Blaine,” he murmured as he felt the coil about to snap, and Blaine didn't need telling twice. He screamed Kurt's name as he came and his contractions sent Kurt tumbling over the edge. His body shook with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm. He collapsed on top of Blaine and, after a moment to catch his breath, pulled out and rolled over.

It was a minute before Blaine regained his ability to speak. “That was- god, that was incredible.” Kurt smiled as he tossed the condom in the general direction of his trash can. He was too blissed out to care if it landed in there or not.

“I know, baby, I know. You wanna go clean up? You got some cum on me, and it's all over you.”

Blaine struggled to get up; the bed was extremely comfortable right then. But, of course, he knew it would get uncomfortable having cum all over his chest for long, so he made his way to the bathroom with Kurt. Innocent intentions only, of course. Sure. Innocent. Yep.