A/N: READ THIS FIRST!!! READ THIS FIRST!!! READ THIS FIRST!!! READ THIS FIRST!!!

…Okay, now that I have your attention, I would like to make an announcement.

This story, while near and dear to my heart, has now become…

…(wait for it)

…(wait for it)

…(here it comes)

A THREE PARTER!!!! XD BREAK OUT THE CONFETTI!!!

Ha! Bet ya thought I was going to say incomplete or something equally horrible. But no, I’ve just learned that I can’t write anything believable without it becoming ridiculously long. This one chapter took 13 PAGES to finish…and it ain’t event the best part!

So, to all my wonderfully awesome reviewers that begged for a Part 2 with Heeled!Kurt, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer for that smutty goodness.

However! I give you a consolation prize: A MINI-SMUT!!! Yes, I have been diving into my pervy head to give all the pervy Klaine readers out there something to tide them over till the real thing. Please note that I will be working on Part 3 over Thanksgiving Break, so I’ll hopefully have it up before Christmas. I really will try! Promise!

Disclaimer: …Do I look like Ryan Murphy to you? …Well, none of you really know what I look like, so who knows? …But yeah, I don’t own anything.

Okay, it was official. Blaine was going insane.

As well as absolutely mad, off his rocker, lost all his marbles, and basically any other euphemism and metaphor that could possibly describe his depleting mental faculties. 

Yes, Blaine was being driven totally bonkers.

And all because his boyfriend, one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, was a goddamned tease!

After the small revelation of his heel kink and its discovery by his boyfriend, as well as the numerous rounds of unbe-fucking-lievable sex they had that night, Blaine had been anxiously awaiting the moment when Kurt would bust out those delectable heels that he had hinted at. Just the image of his Kurt, naked as the day he was born save for some lacy black thigh-high stockings and bright red leather heels, all tall and beautiful and magnificent, strutting out of their adjoining bathroom with his normally perfect hair tousled and a sultry grin on his face….My God, it was just too much at times.

Blaine’s face burned, ashamed at how many times he had been forced to retreat to the bathroom to get himself off at that image. He was surprised he hadn’t acquired an awful friction burn, which would have seriously delayed his plans of sexing up his boyfriend when those shoes came out….

…Or it would have, if Kurt would just do it already!

For the past two weeks, two horribly long weeks, not once did Kurt mention the shoes in conversation, nor bring them up during whatever random time period they had together. Classes had started back up again, the waves of college students once again filling the streets and various classrooms of their New York university. And with that recurring surge of young adults lazily working on their advanced educations, also came the growing piles of homework, assignments, projects, and the many accumulating hours spent in some crowded lecture hall or lab, far apart from the one they loved.

After one whole week with barely seeing his lover, much less sexing him up, Blaine was just about to bash his head into a wall. After that incredibly hot weekend, Blaine’s sex drive had been at a constant maximum without any sign of relief. The tension he constantly sported, his body so tightly wound, was slowly exhausting him. He needed to be with Kurt again, if just for the sake of his psyche finally giving him a break from the never-ending stream of pornographic fodder in his head, all of it starring Kurt and a certain pair of red heels.

But the worst part of it all, the one thing that Blaine was sure was going to push him over the edge, was the fact that Kurt not only knew about his problem, but was actively encouraging it!

Blaine huffed as he remembered the smug smile on Kurt’s face whenever he tried to get frisky with him. Any extended break they had, be it 30 minutes to two hours outside of much-needed sleep, Blaine would try to make his move, willing to do anything to find some relief in this desert of sexual tension. He’d grab onto Kurt’s hips whenever possible, stroking the sensitive skin through the fabric of whatever pair of sinfully tight pants that his boyfriend chose to wear that day. He would pepper the back of Kurt’s long neck with kisses and small nips, nothing like the desperate feasting that caused the only now fading love bite under Kurt’s ear, but enough to hint at his intentions. He would blow hot air on the skin, watching in fascination as the tiny, nearly invisible hairs began to stand on end, the flesh rising in small bumps as Kurt shivered and sighed.

But Kurt wasn’t having any of it. He would just look into Blaine’s hazel eyes, his own glasz twinkling mischievously (and evilly, Blaine might add) and smile before disentangling himself from Blaine’s grasp, moving away and busying himself with something else, something far less important than the growing problem imprisoned in Blaine’s pants.

And Blaine was just about to lose it.

Sighing, Blaine rubbed his face as he lay on their bed, relaxing in his romping clothes, the stillness and quiet of their apartment indicating that Kurt had yet to return from his last class, the subject they were currently having an exam that day. The silence all around him unnerved Blaine somewhat, too used to the frenetic energy of his beloved and his presence in general to feel totally at ease all by himself.

Blaine could feel his muscles slowly returning from their hormonally-induced lethargy, the remnants of his release having already been cleaned up, washed down the drain during his shower earlier when he had come back from his law class. But still, the tension remained, tucked away deep in his stomach, the ever-tightening coil that told Blaine that if he kept thinking about Kurt and the shoes, then he would have to take yet another shower before his boyfriend returned home, thus prompting Kurt to snap at him when he would discover that all the hot water was gone. And even though an angry Kurt was sexy in its own right, Blaine wisely decided that making Kurt mad would not be the best way to achieve his goal of hot, kinky sex.

Groaning at the injustice of it all, Blaine reluctantly dragged himself up from the bed and grabbed his book bag. Deeming his law paper that was due at the end of the week a suitable distraction, Blaine booted up his computer and began to write, hoping to get lost in the rote motions and dry topics instead of obsessing over how delicious Kurt would look in black lace and blood red leather.

An hour later, the firm slam of their apartment door broke Blaine’s concentration from his paper. Looking up to their bedroom doorway, Blaine watched as Kurt trudged into the room, letting his designer satchel fall to the floor without a second thought. Blaine didn’t say a word, not even when Kurt fell face first onto their bed, just narrowly missing Blaine’s law textbook and assortment of notes that lay around him. Seeing his boyfriend slowly sink into the bedding, not even twitching or shifting to provide air for himself, Blaine could already tell that Kurt was on his last legs.

That test must have been worse than I thought, Blaine wondered.

Sighing in sympathy, Blaine relocated his computer and materials to the side before sidling up next to Kurt, laying his left arm over Kurt’s spine and dragging his fingers through his boyfriend’s light brown locks in a soothing manner. Resting his face on his right forearm, Blaine simply waited until Kurt turned over to look at him.

It didn’t take very long since it was either turning over or suffocating into their bedspread, so when Kurt eventually shifted towards Blaine, the raven could see how tired and rundown Kurt was. The dark circles staining the pale skin underneath Kurt’s grayish eyes immediately told Blaine that his boyfriend’s day did not go very well. Once more, seeing how Kurt didn’t even care that he was slowly but surely wrinkling his outfit just proved how exhausted Kurt must have been if he freely neglected his clothing. But when he saw Kurt bite his lower lip and look up at him with those pitiful eyes, the one sure indicator of how overwhelmed he was, Blaine wasted no time in pulling Kurt to his chest, wrapping both of his arms around him tightly and securely, carding his hair as Kurt latched onto his faded t-shirt. He felt Kurt’s torso jerk a few times, but didn’t feel any moisture, so he guessed that they were dry sobs, just a way for Kurt to release the buildup of stress for the day.

After a few minutes, when the minute shaking had slowed to a stop, Kurt finally pulled back to rest his head next to Blaine’s on the blanket. Blaine didn’t push for details, as he knew that Kurt would tell him in his own time, and Kurt appreciated that. Sighing in contentment, feeling the warmth of Blaine’s arms around him and his heartbeat steady against his palm, Kurt looked up into Blaine’s concerned hazel eyes and smiled weakly.

“Sorry about that.” Kurt whispered, not wanting to break the small, intimate atmosphere they had created together. Blaine just shook his head.

“No need to apologize. I take it that the test was a bitch?” Kurt chuckled at the question, nodding his head.

“Yeah. Sucked like you wouldn’t believe, but I did my best. Not much more I can do now.” Blaine hummed as he pulled Kurt close again.

“Well, I’m sure you did just fine on it. You studied like a madman for days, so I have confidence in your intelligence. I bet you did great.” Kurt hummed.

“Well, I’m glad at least one of us is optimistic. Dear Gaga, I’m tired. All I’ve wanted to do since I woke up this morning was to go back to bed.” Kurt yawned into his hand, blushing slightly at having done it almost in Blaine’s face, but Blaine didn’t care. Feeling his muscles go slack and nuzzling into the blanket, Kurt couldn’t stop his lids from growing heavier until he could barely see. His mind fogged over, his latent concerns over his clothes fading away into the haze of sleep. Safe and secure in the warmth of Blaine’s embrace, Kurt quickly drifted off.

Blaine smiled sadly as he watched Kurt basically pass out right in front of him. He could tell that Kurt had finally stopped fighting off the sleep he so desperately needed and just allowed himself to go under. Watching Kurt tiredly try to burrow into the fabric of the bedspread, curling up next to him like a cat before his breathing evened out, Blaine couldn’t help feeling regretful that Kurt was pushed so hard while he couldn’t do very much to help him, and very guilty that for the whole afternoon, hell the past two weeks, all he focus on was making love to Kurt.

Just seeing how overwhelmed his boyfriend was effectively cooled his ardor, but didn’t quite extinguish it. Resolutely making up his mind, Blaine held Kurt closer to his chest, simply listening to him inhale and exhale, and decided that he wouldn’t bring up the shoes either. Kurt needed rest far more than Blaine needed sex. Blaine had no problem forcing those suggestive thoughts to the back of his head and locking them away, for tonight and for the rest of the week. His boyfriend needed him for love and support, and by God, that’s what he’ll get.

Kissing Kurt’s pale forehead, Blaine snuggled close before allowing himself to fall asleep next to the one he loved most.

The next few days seemed to fly by, what with Blaine using all his focus and concentration on his various assignments in order to keep the dirty thoughts from resurfacing so Kurt wouldn’t notice. In a strange twist of luck, Blaine had been given yet another paper to write, as well as two reading assignments and a quiz to study for, effectively keeping his mind perpetually busy and far away from a certain article of clothing that would not be mentioned.

After that afternoon nap, Kurt had been doing much better, much to Blaine’s relief. Since the majority of his stress had been that one test, the rest of the week presented itself to be a cake-walk, filled with easy work and boring lectures that didn’t require much mental input to complete. Blaine was ecstatic that Kurt was sleeping all the way through the night again, no longer having to literally drag himself from their bed towards the bathroom at obscene hours of the morning for extra studying or early classes.

Even now, Kurt was enjoying his time off as he cuddled into Blaine’s side while they reclined on the bed, Blaine reading an assigned section of his textbook for his music history class. Running his fingers along Kurt’s spine through the thin material of his shirt, hearing the satisfied purr that snuck its way out of Kurt’s mouth, Blaine grinned in happiness. Sure, his hormones hadn’t completely left him, he still made quite a few trips to the bathroom every now and then when he didn’t have any immediate work to distract him from his X-rated mental movie reel, but the rising urge to pounce on Kurt as soon as he steps through their front door had thankfully decreased.

Pulling his hand away from Kurt’s back, a motion that cause the most adorable pout in Blaine’s opinion, Blaine turned the page of his book before returning it back from whence it came. Kurt sighed contentedly as he felt the warmth of his boyfriend’s hand on his body once more.
“I like this.” Kurt murmured, barely heard from where he had shoved his face into Blaine’s right side, his hot breath seeping through the material causing goosebumps over Blaine’s skin.

“What?”

“This. Sitting like this, being like this….just being together. That’s what I like.” Blaine could tell that Kurt was blushing, however minutely, but couldn’t stop his own blush taking over. He smiled stupidly, totally understanding where Kurt was coming from. It was hard not to like spending time with the one you love, the one that makes up your whole world, the one person that knew everything about you and still wanted to know more. Simply being together, where no overly-articulate, flowery phrases or elaborate set-ups or even expensive outings could ever take the place of what they had, they enjoyed the most genuine love, attraction, and companionship that two people could possess.

“I do, too, Kurt.” But just when Blaine was about to turn his attention back to his book, Kurt spoke up again.

“I know you do, which is why I’ve decided that you’ve earned a reward.”

The sentence was spoken very casually. Kurt didn’t even pull his head up from Blaine’s middle nor look him in the eye when saying it, but just the way the words were inflected in Kurt’s mouth, the many hidden meanings being heaped onto a single statement, immediately put Blaine on edge….in a good way.

Kurt must have felt Blaine’s body freeze as he looked up into Blaine’s wide hazel eyes, easily seeing the barely subdued hunger and lust swirling underneath those deceptively innocent honey irises. Kurt smirked, his blue eyes going dark and stormy as he trailed a pale fingertip over Blaine’s left side, skimming along the seam of his cotton pants. Just barely scratching the exposed skin, Kurt was rewarded as he felt more than saw the shivers that danced throughout Blaine’s body. Heaving a trembling breath, Blaine felt his left hand go slack, the book landing on the bed next to him with a soft thump, no longer important.

Daring to push his hand further up the inside of Blaine’s shirt, Kurt smiled smugly as Blaine moaned at the much-missed sensation. The feeling of Kurt’s incredibly soft fingers playing over the responsive flesh of his side and lower back nearly broke what was left of Blaine’s self-control. He had promised to be patient, for Kurt. He had sworn that he wouldn’t push Kurt, not when he was stressing out over his classes and needed all the rest he could get. Not when Kurt was so worn out that he forgot all about his strict clothing care routine, opting to sleep until his outfit was wrinkled and creased. So, mustering up every ounce of self-discipline and grabbing handfuls of the blanket’s fabric, Blaine allowed Kurt to make all the moves, letting him touch all he wanted without any hindrance or expectation of something more.

Kurt felt a warm swell of pride and love in his chest as he watched Blaine fight his urges, instead laying back and enjoying the delicate, tempting attentions that he gave to his boyfriend. He could feel how rigid and tense Blaine’s muscles were, wound as tight as a bow string before it snapped, as another breathy moan fell from his lips. Seeing Blaine’s head tipped back, his mouth gaping in a small circle as his cinnamon eyes slipped shut, Kurt swiped his fingertips upward, curving around Blaine’s side to his chest, and palming the firm, slightly hairy pectorals before concentrating on the dusky nipples that were hidden from view under his white t-shirt. Kurt chuckled under his breath as he heard Blaine whine high in his throat with every brush of his fingers over the hardened nubs. Flicking his nail over the left one, Blaine jerked abruptly and cried out, his hips bouncing against the bed as they rose and fell subconsciously. Kurt looked on in lusty glee as his boyfriend steadily fell apart under his hands.

Blaine felt like his body was on fire, completely engulfed in flames, as that was the only way to describe the way he was feeling at the moment. With every brush of those sinful hands, Blaine’s mind kept hazing over, the only intelligible thing remaining being Kurt’s name and oh Dear Sweet God yes! He could feel himself harden nearly instantly, the weeks of abstinence from full-on sex making his body hypersensitive to everything Kurt was doing to him. The coiling sensation in his abdomen began to get stronger with every flex of his stomach, the slight uneasy sharpness that signaled to Blaine that he was being catapulted to his orgasm by just the slightest of Kurt’s touches. Grunting under the force of his searing pleasure, Blaine twisted his head into the pillow behind him, his glossy black curls splayed all around his panting, flushed face as he gripped the bedspread even harder until he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore.

Tugging Blaine’s left nipple again and puffing a hot breath over the right, Kurt delighted in the whimpering coming from his wrecked boyfriend. As he kept up his ministrations, Kurt happened to look down into Blaine’s lap and noticed his near bursting arousal straining against the gray cotton of his pants.

Giggling softly, Kurt pulled away his right hand from Blaine’s chest, earning a desperate protesting whine that swiftly turned to a startlingly loud cry as he palmed over the heated bulge. Blaine gasped and moaned, his chest heaving as he felt Kurt’s fingers trailing along the shaft through the fabric, mapping out the tender, pulsing veins from memory. He twitched, pushing his hips into Kurt’s hand, desperate for more contact, more touching, more anything.

“Oh God, KURT! Ah!...Nngh! P-please!” Blaine begged, his voice tight and gravelly as he panted for more air, his hazel eyes blown so wide Kurt imagined that Blaine couldn’t really see anything anymore. Kurt licked his hips at the delicious image before he leaned up to put his mouth right next to Blaine’s ear.

“What, babe? What do you want me to do?” Kurt teased, chuckling playfully, listening to Blaine curse under his breath as he pulled his fingertips back slightly, denying Blaine most of the friction he wanted so badly. Jerking his head against the pillow, Blaine whined and scrunched his eyes closed.

“A-a-anything! Please, just do somethi-AH!” Blaine yelped as Kurt enclosed his hand completely over his cock, pushing hard and firm against the stiff member as Blaine groaned pitifully in relief.

“Oh, f-fuck Yes!” Kurt laughed into Blaine’s ear, his warm breath tickling the skin and mussing the damp ebony curls.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby. So delicious when you fall apart because of me. My Gaga, Blaine, I wish you could see yourself right now.” Kurt purred into Blaine’s neck, pressing kiss after heated kiss to his boyfriend’s thundering pulse, nipping here and there under his ear. He watched as Blaine gulped, trying to draw in more air as Kurt kept rubbing him at different speeds and pressures, taking him by surprise at every turn as his other hand trailed down his spine to the back of his pants, stroking the sensitized dip above his ass.

“Just looking at you steals my breath away, baby. Especially like this.” Kurt hissed as he nibbled on Blaine’s earlobe, thoroughly enjoying the little squeaks that accompanied the action. “God, I love you so much, Blaine. So, so much.”

But as lovely as a wrecked Blaine was, Kurt wanted more. He wanted to watch as Blaine fell apart completely, coming into his hand harder than ever before. He wanted to see Blaine’s cinnamon eyes widen, his pupils dilating to such a degree that he would be blind to everything but the pure sensation he was experiencing. He wanted to feel as every muscle in Blaine’s body locked up tight, jerking with earth-shattering spasms as his orgasm took hold. But most of all, Kurt wanted to hear Blaine scream his name as he flooded Kurt’s fist, his gorgeous mouth opened so wide as he wailed into the quiet of their apartment.

Twisting his fingers into the gray material, Kurt pulled Blaine’s loose pants downward, revealing the prize he sought. Kurt licked his lips as Blaine’s cock sprang free, flushed a darkened, dusky red and spotted with thick veins as it stood tall and slightly curved from midway up the shaft to the tip. The wide head shined in the light of their bedroom, highlighting the small dot of moisture that adorned it. Brushing his fingers around the base, pulling lightly at the dark curls he found there, Kurt watched as Blaine’s cock visibly twitched, that small bead at the crest becoming larger before slowly dripping down the side as Blaine mewled.

Catching it on his index finger, Kurt brought it to his lips with Blaine fixated on his every movement, his breath catching in his throat. Blaine couldn’t look away even if he tried. It was like his eyes were glued to Kurt’s face as he gently licked the pad clean, his small pink tongue darting out in tiny kitten licks as Kurt closed his eyes and moaned at the bitter, salty taste.

Kurt would never get tired of Blaine’s unique flavor, the bitter overtones that were accentuated by the musky spice that was all Blaine. In fact, he had missed it over the past few weeks. With him running all over the place, studying for all his classes as well as dealing with his large workload, Kurt didn’t even have time to give or receive a simple blowjob. He couldn’t imagine the pent-up sexual tension Blaine must have dealt with, if the hormonal urges he had endured were anything to go by, so he was determined to make this moment count for the both of them.

“Mmmm…. Delicious.” Kurt moaned as he trailed his finger over his lip, determined to catch every little bit of liquid he could find.

As soon as Kurt tucked his finger into his mouth, Blaine whined, much like a dog, before he whimpered and sent Kurt the most pathetic, desperate, needy look he had seen for nearly a month. But when Kurt started talking about his taste, Blaine nearly attacked his boyfriend. He couldn’t stand watching the erotic sight in front of him without coming, but the lack of stimulation held him back from the brink. Blaine’s mind was swamped by the sight of Kurt’s talented tongue and all the many things he could do with it. He needed something, anything, from Kurt or he was going to explode, and not in the way he wanted to.

“Please, Kurt, I…I-I want…AH!” Blaine pleaded, barely able to get the words out when Kurt’s hand found itself on top of his cock once more, but refused to move. Kurt giggled as he leaned back next to his blushing ear, his fingers having found his prize once again and started to move. Blaine gave a soft sob when he felt the flexible warmth of Kurt’s hand on the heated flesh of his cock, teasing with tender touches along one of his most prominent veins before scratching lightly, just enough to set his skin on fire.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right here. Let me take care of you, let me show you how much I adore you, Blaine.” Kurt lovingly whispered as his grip tightened just so, driving Blaine to unconsciously buck into his hand, his mouth opened wide as he grunted with pleasure.

Kurt smiled at the reaction before pulling himself over Blaine’s face, sealing their lips together as his hand began to move faster, stroking with greater firmness and purpose. He forced his lips against Blaine’s, moving over the pliable, plush flesh to bruise them in the most loving way possible. Blaine’s lips were just barely chapped, dry but warm, with the minute scent of his cherry chapstick that he used earlier still residing on his skin.

Pressing with his tongue, tracing the outline of his boyfriend’s mouth and nipping the edges, Kurt was allowed entrance, easily and eagerly. Kurt smirked against Blaine’s lips, his malleable tongue questing even further into Blaine’s mouth, touching everything that it could, reveling in Blaine’s familiar flavor of coffee and spices. His teeth, his gums, his responsive tongue were all Kurt’s to enjoy as he continued to caress his cock, his palm rubbing against the sensitized skin. Blaine whimpered loudly against his mouth, Kurt swallowing his frantic pleas for release.

Deciding the switch things up a bit, Kurt stopped his long strokes, feeling Blaine’s protest vibrating against his lips, before he pressed his thumb over the head, swirling the pad of his finger over the slit and catching more liquid than before. Blaine’s whole body jerked, ripping his mouth away from Kurt’s as he cried out at the sensation.

“AH! OH GOD!...Fuck, Kurt! YES! Baby, I-I love you!”

Blaine was then reduced to incoherency as Kurt rubbed the ridge underneath the head, the delicate flesh sending jolts of pleasure to Blaine’s brain, drowning out every other bit of sensory information. Blaine was too lost in the feeling to care that his mouth was incredibly dry from his frenzied panting, too preoccupied to notice that his fingers were beginning to cramp up from their grip on the bedspread, and certainly too dazed to see the amorous, tender, lust-filled look that Kurt was giving him as he continued his ministrations.

But although Blaine couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel Kurt’s love through his touches. Kurt was determined to make Blaine feel how sorry he was for the lack of sex and quality time in the last few weeks, and how he dearly wanted to make up for lost time. How Kurt wasn’t doing this just to make Blaine happy, even though that was a large part of it. He was doing it because he genuinely wanted to. He wanted to make Blaine feel good, wanted to make him come from his touch alone, wanted him to know that he loved him more than anything, and that it didn’t matter if Blaine reciprocated after his orgasm. Kurt gained enough pleasure from watching Blaine enjoy himself, from hearing him chant Kurt’s name like a prayer to a God he didn’t believe in, and from feeling the shivers and spasms that only Kurt could cause.

But most of all, Kurt wanted to give Blaine a taste of the joys to come. He had a very special surprise coming up at the end of the week, and giving Blaine a small appetizer would definitely wet his boyfriend’s appetite for the main course.

Kurt could feel Blaine quickly ascending his precipice, his thighs shaking and his toes curling with the force of his climax. Blaine panted and whined, no longer speaking words, but the sounds were intelligible enough to interpret. Blaine was speeding towards his orgasm, and nothing was going to be able to stop it. Kurt’s hand moved faster, his fingers pressing along the sides of his boyfriend’s cock, twisting with every jerk up and a light scratch on the way down, the responsive flesh twitching and pulsing with every movement. Kurt leaned down to Blaine’s neck, breathing in the scent of spices and raw, male sweat before diving in and feasting, Blaine shoving his head back to allow more access as a litany of Kurt’s name fell from his lips.

“K-k-kurt! Oh! …So cl-close!...Nngh!” Blaine moaned, Kurt catching the humming in his throat through his teeth as he mouthed at Blaine’s pounding pulse. His small teeth raked over the sweat-slicked skin, tasting the pure masculinity that seemed to pour off of Blaine, an ambrosia of the man Kurt had given his whole heart to. Soothing the irritated area with long swipes of his tongue, Kurt devoted his time and energy to repaying Blaine in kind for the large love-bite he had given Kurt in the elevator. He, too, wanted to mark what was his, what belonged solely to him.

Just like he felt when all those classmates had given him that strange, considering look whenever he had to take off his scarf before class, or when he turned down the collar of his shirt when he smoothed out his clothes, displaying the hickey that his boyfriend had given him, he wanted Blaine to experience the same bizarre sense of pride that had come from forcing all those people to look upon his mark, knowing that someone, somewhere, had loved him enough to make it. That someone had gotten close, so intimately close, to bruise his neck in such a way that his relationship status was known for certain, no questions asked. Kurt wanted to impart that kind of security and desire to Blaine, and this situation was the perfect opportunity.

Sealing his lips over Blaine’s neck, Kurt forced his hand to move even faster, his palm warming significantly from the friction. Still twisting his hand, Kurt strengthened his grip, essentially fisting his boyfriend’s cock for every swipe. With every breath, Blaine emitted some kind of noise or word, his head thrashing while Kurt continued to bite and tongue his neck. The trembling was getting worse, Blaine’s legs writhing on the bedspread as his biceps bulged from the intensity of his grip on the blanket that should have ripped by now, but miraculously didn’t.

Blaine felt like he was about to die from the sensory overload. He couldn’t draw in any more air, his lungs burning from the need to breathe. His stomach was flexing, the muscles contracting so forcefully that it felt like he had done one hundred sit-ups. The tensing in his lower abdomen had grown, the sharpness increasing every so often and becoming more powerful by the second. With Kurt leaning over him, his citrusy scent enveloping him like a warm quilt, Blaine finally felt the point of no return, that special pain in his pelvis that signaled his impending release. He nearly cried with relief, knowing that the glorious end was in sight, but also felt great regret that the intimate moment between Kurt and himself was almost over….for now.

With one last scream, a hoarse exclamation of Kurt’s name, that seemed to echo around the walls of their bedroom, Blaine finally received the climax he had been dreaming of. He body surged upward, slamming his cock into Kurt’s fist as streams of white poured over his legs, stomach, and the bed around him. His body shook violently, the spasms so intense that if felt almost like a seizure as his head jerked back against the pillows propping him up. His toes curled into the bed as his knees bent, his chest curving away from the headboard while his heart nearly stopped from the fierceness of the sensation.

Baring his teeth, an animalistic shout ripped from his throat, hoarse and well-worn from his previous screaming. His mind blanked, the whiteness behind his eyes overpowering his thoughts and drowning them, almost to the point of blacking out.

Kurt never stopped moving his hand, not even when Blaine started coming in earnest. He watched with fascination and deep-seated lust as the milky rivers came flowing out, soaking the gray cotton of Blaine’s pants a dark charcoal and the bedspread a midnight blue. He felt the liquid sliding over his fingers, lessening the harsh friction between them as he moved with Blaine through his release. Watching as Blaine’s entire body was affected by the fierce tremors, Kurt indulged in memorizing the scene for the future solo use.

However, the blissed out expression on Blaine’s face made it all worth it. Blaine’s cinnamon eyes were shut, but the previously deep lines around his lids were smoothed out as the waves of endorphins took hold. Tears glinted on Blaine’s ebony lashes, making them glitter in the light. His riotous black curls were matted to his forehead, resting above his triangular brows. His lips, bruised and red, looked positively delicious as he continued to whimper from the aftershocks. Kissing Blaine’s heated cheek and whispering sweet nothings into the skin, Kurt began to slow his movements, aware of how sensitive and pained any touch can be after a while. Slowing to a stop, Kurt simply sat back and waited for Blaine to come back to him from the haze of hormones.

Chest heaving, muscles vibrating, heart hammering, Blaine felt everything go numb outside the throbbing of his body. His strength was zapped, completely gone. Everything tingled, every sense heightened to a near painful degree, as he lay there on the bed, barely aware of Kurt moving from his side and walking to the bathroom. He didn’t hear the door shut, nor did he hear the sound of the toilet flushing or the sink being turned on a few minutes later. He was too zoned out to comprehend these things. He had just endured the most intense orgasm of his life so far after a ridiculously long dry-spell, so he was entitled to being a bit out of the loop.

As his mind starting piecing itself back together, Blaine began to notice that his pulse had calmed enough that he could breath normally again and the heat from his blush had abated somewhat. Slumping against the mussed pillows, Blaine sighed in relief and satiation, the previous highs of sexual tension melting away like snow in the spring. His eyes were still closed, but it didn’t matter as he lay there in the quiet of their bedroom, faintly hearing the water running in the bathroom. He didn’t move when he heard the click of the bathroom door swinging open, or the soft pads of feet across the carpet signaling that Kurt was returning to him. And yet he still flinched when the warm cloth came into contact with his sore stomach, one eye cracking open to see Kurt carefully cleaning him off, brushing away the liquid remnants of his release from his skin. Throwing the cloth into the nearby hamper, Kurt then pulled Blaine’s cotton pants back up, securing them at his waist and covering him back up. All in all, a pointless action as Blaine would no doubt have to shower as soon as feeling came back to his legs, but the small sense of modesty was still there and appreciated. 

As Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed next to him, Blaine reached out and intertwined his fingers with his pale lover’s. Kurt smiled warmly with Blaine imitating him, still high from the endorphins and the pure love he could feel from Kurt the entire time. Pulling weakly, Blaine managed to tug Kurt down and into his side, cuddling up against one another and basking in the afterglow of the moment. Sighing in contentment, Blaine resumed his earlier activity of running his hand up and down Kurt’s back, even reaching up to thread his fingers through Kurt’s kitten soft hair. The slight moan coming from Kurt was soothing and reassuring all at once as Kurt curled inward to lay his head on Blaine’s shoulder, laying an arm over his stomach.

Leaning down, Blaine began to nuzzle at Kurt’s head, wiggling his body just enough to put their faces right in front of each other. Grinning, Blaine started to push his face into Kurt’s neck, his lips pecking at the porcelain skin as Kurt sighed and squeaked at the feeling. Nosing under his ear, Blaine blew a small puff of air against the tiny hypersensitive spot that never failed to make Kurt either laugh or moan like a wanton lady of the night depending on the pressure applied. Giggles erupted from Kurt’s mouth as he tried to squirm away, but was blocked by the firm grip Blaine had on his waist.

“Blaine! Ha! Ah-ah! S-s-stop! That tickles!” Kurt laughed into Blaine’s curls, Blaine too busy chuckling and tickling to care.

“But, baby! I just wanted to thank you for what you did.” Blaine whined playfully before gradually going quiet and hushed. Blaine had stopped tickling Kurt halfway through the verbal exchange, but didn’t pull away from his neck. Hearing Blaine go silent and still, Kurt hesitantly decided to wait until Blaine said something. He had a feeling that whatever Blaine was about to say was important.

“Kurt…you know, you didn’t have to do that.” Kurt sighed as he pulled Blaine closer to his chest, feeling how Blaine was a tad confused and worried over the whole thing. He could read Blaine like a book, and that one sentence pretty much explained everything to him. It explained how Blaine was worried that Kurt only did it for him (which wasn’t true), and that he might have in some way pushed Kurt to do it (which was impossible). Overall, Blaine was only worried about Kurt’s needs, and even though his concern only expressed the total love he had for Kurt, Kurt still found the insecurity unwarranted.

“Blaine, I may not have had to do it, but I wanted to do it. I understand how these last few weeks have been difficult for both of us, and I wanted to help with that. You didn’t push me to do anything, Blaine. I did it all on my own.” Kurt reassured, pulling Blaine away from his neck to look him straight in the eyes. “Blaine, I love you with all my heart, and I know that I’ve been busy lately, but that doesn’t mean I can just ignore the physical side of our relationship when I know we both want it.”

Blaine began shaking his head, his black curls bouncing across his face. “Kurt, sex isn’t everything! You and I both know that! It didn’t matter to me if we didn’t make love every night. You were exhausted, Kurt. You were so stressed out and overwhelmed that asking about sex would have been absolutely insulting. I would have been a heinous boyfriend if I tried to get you to have sex when you were so tired that you passed out before changing out of your clothes! I’d never do something like that to you. I love you far too much to put my stupid sexual needs above yours.”

Kurt could see that Blaine was working himself up into a solid rant, his brows scrunching together in a way that only happened when he got very frustrated over something, so to distract and calm him he yanked Blaine’s face against his own, claiming his lips into a searing kiss that immediately stole the air from both Blaine’s sails and his lungs. His mind fuzzing over and losing his train of thought, Blaine moaned as his tongue automatically sought out Kurt’s, tangling and twisting in a most comforting manner. With a final lingering lick of the inside of Blaine’s mouth, Kurt pulled back and waited for Blaine to catch his breath again before speaking.

“Baby, I know that sex isn’t everything, especially not with us, and you know I didn’t mean it like that….And your sexual needs aren’t stupid at all.” Kurt soothed, glad that Blaine had calmed down again, paying complete attention to what he was saying.

“Blaine, what I meant was that I truly do appreciate what you did for me. I was so tired for those weeks, so overworked, that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough to make love with you. But even while knowing this, I still felt bad about it. I may have been uncomfortable with sex back in high school, but thanks to you and your love, I’m not anymore. I understand what you were going through, and I felt bad that I couldn’t help you with it, much less help myself.”

Tucking his fingers into Blaine’s curls and rubbing his delicate scalp, Kurt continued. “Blaine, I could tell that you were frustrated, that you were frustrated for two whole weeks, and don’t try to deny it. And it just killed me that I was too busy to do anything about it. But I swore to myself after I got out of that test that as soon as I was back up to speed, that I would take care of you, not because I had to or because I felt guilty, but because I love you and I wanted you just as much. What I just did I did out of love and because I wanted you to feel good after all that stress. Do you understand, baby?”

Throughout Kurt’s speech, Blaine could feel his heart begin to lighten until it seemed to float in his chest. The warmth filling him up eclipsed every other doubt his mind could come up with. Kurt’s words comforted him in ways he didn’t even know he needed, alleviating his worries and cares as he listened to how Kurt only wanted was what best for both of them, instead of sacrificing himself for Blaine’s sake. Looking into Kurt’s bright glasz eyes, he could only see the immense love pouring out of them, a sight reserved only for him. Smiling brightly, a few tears escaping, Blaine nodded, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s as his boyfriend smiled back.

Lying side by side, they simply breathed, taking in each other scents as they listened to the peaceful quiet of their home, feeling the gentle warmth the other had to give. And as they lay there, both boys couldn’t help but think of how lucky they were to have the one they loved by their side, and how similar it felt to the first time they had made love, all the way back in high school. But as most things in the world, nothing lasts forever. Blaine, feeling the drying spots on his shirt and pants, scrunched his face at the itchy sensation on his thighs and chest. Seeing that expression, Kurt laughed and pulled himself up from the bed. Blaine’s pout only made him laugh more as he grabbed hold of Blaine’s arm to pull him up too. 

“Blaine, you have to take a shower. You’re messy from what I couldn’t wipe off. You need to get cleaned up and put those clothes in the hamper for tomorrow’s laundry.”

“Aw, but Kurt! I was so comfy just now with you lying next to me!” Blaine whined, much like a puppy being dragged from its favorite toy. Kurt put his hands on his hips, fighting the grin that always popped up whenever Blaine acted like a puppy.

“Blaine, if you don’t get in that shower right now, you can forget about me joining you.” Kurt fought the giggles as he watched Blaine visibly perk up and race towards the bathroom, leaving the door open as he began to strip. Catching a few tempting glimpses of skin in the mirror, Kurt licked his lips and began to stroll towards the door, humming a nameless tune under his breath. A relaxing shower, or even a strenuous one, would be most enjoyable right about now. It would definitely help in convincing Blaine to go along with his little scheme.

Kurt’s plan included a tad more abstinence in the next few days, certainly a ban for full-on sex between them, which he had an idea that Blaine wouldn’t be too happy about, but the rewards would be worth it for both of them. Of that Kurt was 100% certain. He could only hope that Blaine’s self-control would hold out until then. His own was wearing pretty thin, but Kurt Hummel was stubborn, no doubt about it.

Kurt had it all planned out. At the end of the week, when all their assignments would be done and their weekend was totally free (he had checked both their schedules to make sure of this fact), he would then give Blaine a well-deserved present, a gift that had been long in coming.

A certain little gift involving black lace and red leather….

Mmmm….Delicious.

A/N: …. o///o

….Um, wow. For a second there, I honestly thought I couldn’t do it. I thought, “There’s no way this would sound believable. I just can’t write smut.”

Well….TAKE THAT SUCKAS!!! I am truly proud of this one. Sure, it’s not the full smut so many wanted to read, but come on! This is pretty awesome mini-smut too!!!

Please enjoy!

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