"Versailles, Versailles, Versailles!" Kurt sings, nearly skipping around their tiny holiday rental cottage. They are set to spend the rest of the week in the town, though everyone had warned them that there isnt much to do without commuting into Paris- aside from visiting the palace, which they are also warned is only really the sort of thing to do once in a trip. What everyone forgets though, is that Kurt and Blaine arent there on any holiday, but on their honeymoon. They didnt really plan to leave the cottage much in the first few days, at least.

"Are you going to come up to bed anytime in the next hour?" Blaine asks, "Because I dont care what you say is the best way to get over jetlag, I need to take a nap."

"You can take a nap; weve been travelling for a while. Ill wake you up in an hour though, okay?" Kurt says, plopping himself down on the couch and opening several guidebooks to plan a day or two in advance.

"Aww, but I was hoping you would want to nap with me. I would have even been a big spoon for you." Blaine gives Kurt his best puppy eyes, but doesnt get much of a response, much to his disappointment.

"Ill make you a deal. Ill come and cuddle with you..."

"Yes?"

"...If you let me order dinner-both of our meals- at the restaurant tonight in French. I know how much you hate not being able to charm the waiters, but its something I need to do while Im here."

"Deal." They head upstairs hand in hand, and in the end Blaine is the little spoon. He wakes up to Kurt whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and he turns over to snuggle against his husbands chest.

"Hey, no going back to sleep. I saw your eyes open, mister Hummel-Anderson," Kurt says before kissing Blaine softly. Blaine kisses back with a little more force, feeling himself waking up properly.

"Whats on the agenda for the rest of the day, husband?" Blaine asks.

"Well, husband, I was thinking that we go to Starbucks and laugh about how horribly they misspell our names which arent French, and then choose French aliases for our orders for the rest of the time that were in France and continue to laugh at how they still cant spell," Kurt says, "other than that, I was thinking that we would be spending a lot of time getting acquainted with this surprisingly comfortable bed."

"Oh really?" Blaine rolls over so that he is straddling his husband, "and how do you propose that we start?"

"Clothesless."

"Im listening." Blaine pulls his t-shirt over his head and shuffles around so that Kurt can sit up, before working on his buttons.

"Do we have lube and stuff?" Kurt asks, throwing a glance across to the suitcases.

"Of course. Ill go and fetch, you work on your layers." He kisses Kurt before he gets up from the bed to collect their supplies from his suitcase. He finds the lube easily, but the condoms seem to have gone missing. "Kurt?"

"Yeah baby?" Blaine turns around, to find Kurt down to his last few layers. He takes off his own jeans to keep them at a fair race.

"I cant find the condoms. So do you wanna-"

"It doesnt matter," Kurt says, now off the bed and taking off his pants, "just get back over here." Blaine nearly trips over in the process, but he manages to stumble back over to the bed and capture Kurts lips in a kiss again, pushing off his underwear and freeing his erection before climbing back onto the bed. Kurt is quick to follow suit, pressing kisses along Blaines collarbone as their cocks slot together.

"Kurt, what do you want to do? You seem to be the one with all the energy, but if you want me to-" Kurt cuts off Blaines sentence with a forceful kiss.

"Im going to be on top." He settles himself between Blaines legs, nudging them apart, before he takes the bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers, warming it up slightly before pressing them against his rim. Forcing his index finger past the ring of muscles, Blaine moans, and Kurt is sure to go slowly.

"Are you sure about this, Kurt? We usually use condoms, and its cleaner, and what if one of us has something that we didnt know about?" Blaine worries aloud, when he isnt completely distracted from his thoughts by Kurts fingers.

"Weve only ever had sex with one another, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"I think were safe. If it bothers you that Ill come inside you, I can pull out before then," Kurt offers. Blaine shakes his head. "No?"

"No, its... hot. I want you to come inside me." Kurt leans forward and kisses Blaine firmly.

"More?" Kurt asks.

"You can keep going," Blaine says, "I can take it." Kurt adds a second finger and waits a moment for Blaine to adjust before he continues. Slowly but surely Blaine begins to come apart, and soon Kurt is lubricating his cock and lining it up with Blaines hole before pushing inside. He waits a moment for Blaines signal to continue, before Blaine thrusts up, pulling him in deeper. They work into a steady rhythm, mouths sliding against one another in sloppy, heated kisses in between short gasps.

"I love you," Blaine says, between moans.

"I love you too, mister Hummel-Anderson," Kurt growls, and that alone is nearly enough to push Blaine over the edge. Kurt closes his hand around Blaines cock and soon he is coming, Kurt stroking him through his orgasm. He thrusts a few more times before coming himself, inside Blaine. He pulls out, and Blaine whines slightly at the loss. "How was that for you?" Kurt asks, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe his hand on, "Is it weird?"

"You know, its not as weird as I was expecting," Blaine shifts his hips around a bit, trying to get an indicator of the feeling, "it really isnt much more than having all the lube and stuff in there anyway."

"Do you think maybe we could try this the other way around some time?"

"Oh, definitely."

"It feels sort of... closer, in a way. When we make love... its the closest we ever get to one another, physically. And without that one tiny layer, we just get closer still."

"It was the same for me, too," Blaine says, leaning up to kiss his husband, "I love you," he mumbles against Kurts lips.

"I love you too."