While we scratched at each others backs, we barely moved our hips, not wanting to break this perfect embrace. But I was able to steal in some quick, miniscule thrusts for friction whenever I rolled on top which seemed to be just enough for us to be slicked with sweat and gasping with want.

I loved the feeling of his hardness rubbing against mine. I couldn't take it anymore and had to break away from him so I could take my pants off. He pulled me back on top of him the second they were at my feet, keeping me in my black satin boxers. I worried his bottom lip between my teeth before pulling back a little so it stretched out, then let go before impaling his mouth with my tongue.

He groaned and I could feel him poking me even more through his pesky jeans. Being the bitch I am, I straightened once more and stared at him while I unbuttoned his jeans with one hand.

Thank you Cosmopolitan for tips on how to do things with one hand.

"Holy fuck, Kurt," he breathed, fingers digging into my hips. "How the hell do you expect me not to fuck you over a chair when you do this to me?"

I tugged at the tie that I had told him to keep on and brought his face close to mine. "Let me be clear. You are the only one here who doesn't want to have proper sex."

He blushed. "I'm just not ready."

I kissed his nose. "And I am okay with that." I slipped my hand into his pants, cupping his manhood, feeling the warmth of it. His chest heaved and his arm tendons were defined from his strain of holding back. I rubbed him gently through his boxers, pushing his erection down against his balls, mentally measuring him. In truth, I was a bit bigger Blaine, not that I would ever point it out. Thankfully though, he wasn't smaller than me by much and my ego told me that I was pretty impressive. I had never taken a ruler to myself, but I guessed I was somewhere around 8 inches when fully erect and Blaine was about 7.5 inches.

In the midst of my lust-hazed thoughts, I suddenly felt a dampness in my palm and Blaine bucked upwards, streaming curses.

My eyes flew open in shock when I noticed that Blaine was coming already and I rushed to get my hands on his dick to help him through his orgasm, but by the time I found the slit in the fabric of his boxers, he was done.

He breathed heavily, his grip gradually relaxing on my waist as his eyes fluttered shut. I leaned over and licked between his pecks at the sweat on his skin. It tasted so good, so salty and dirty and I secretly wished I had been able to taste Blaine when he came. I guess there's always next time.

He slowly opened his eyes again. "Sorry," he said, blushing a bit. "I didn't mean to, but you're just really hot... Sorry I, uh, just came on you."

Letting my kinky side show through a bit, I licked at the bit of cum that was on my fingertips. Blaine's eyes widened to an impossible size as he watched me.

"That's okay," I responded. "I guess you still haven't figured out that boner problem?" I suddenly found myself on my back, head hanging off the end of the bed as Blaine attacked my neck with kisses. He pulled off my underwear and kissed my lips once more before kissing the head of my dick.

"Nope. And don't act like you have." He growled and licked me like a Popsicle making my eyes roll upwards. A hot guy's tongue was on my dick ohmigowd it never gets old. "At least I hope not. I like being able to make you fall apart so easily. Having such a horny boyfriend..."

I shivered underneath him as he licked my length again, readying me for a hand job. I almost came when he said the phrase "horny boyfriend" but I was actually able to use my own personal "mailman" (aka Naked Rachel Berry) to fend off my orgasm for a few more moments.

He surprised me though when he slid me whole into his mouth, the head hitting the back of his throat almost immediately. I let out a groan and I put one hand behind my head to support my neck and my other hand fisted into Blaine's dark curls.

I rolled my hips up into him a few times, he taking it perfectly. Only once did he pull away to cough when I accidentally thrust in while he tried to breath around me.

He tried to say something.

"Blaine, sweetheart," I ground out, my voice rough. Sexy even. Go me. "I can't understand you. You kinda have a dick in your mouth."

He lifted his mouth off me with an obscene popping sound. "My parents aren't home, Kurt. I want to hear you scream."

Oh fuck yes. I love you Blaine!

I let myself moan and groan at everything he did, not holding back any sigh of pleasure. Oh lord, he was going to think I was a slut, but I don't think he cared because his own erection pressing against my thigh said otherwise.

Blaine grabbed my ass and pushed me farther into his mouth, sucking like his life (and mine) depended on it, swirling a bit as he did so. My legs automatically wrapped around his neck and I felt that tight uprising feeling in my stomach.

I came and he swallowed me eagerly. I felt my brain melting a little as I came down his throat, knowing that he could literally taste my passion. One secret I had about Blaine is that he was an absolute beast when it came to giving head and he had told me once that he actually liked giving it. Loved it a bit actually.

That memory of him telling me that made my orgasm even sweeter and he licked me clean before pulling me up into his lap. We hugged for at least 5 minutes straight, naked bodies flush against the other. He must have got his own underwear off at some point. Our lips met again in a whisper of "I love you's."

I looked down and he was already hard again and I was half hard just from me hugging this god.

Our foreheads pressed together, silently readying the other for more sex.

"Wait," Blaine breathed as I lightly stroked him. "We're never going to be able to stop-"

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked with a dirty smile.

He kissed my cheek. "No, I mean that first we both had boners, then when I gave you head, I just got hard all over again and if you do anything for me, you're just going to get excited again which in turn gets me hard and... you get what I'm saying?"

I chuckled against his shoulder. Of course that was kind of impossible for us to not both be satisfied at some point, because even though orgasms were great, one could only come so many times in one day. I knew he wasn't serious though so I egged him to explain more.

"Oh yes, Mr. Anderson? So what do you propose we do to fix that?"

He licked his lips. "How good are you at math?"

I soon found out how much fun math could be. And it was all because of the wonderful number 69. I would never be able to write/think/say 69 without getting at least a flash of arousal.

When Blaine first suggested it, I was hesitant because I always wanted to see him when we did any type of sexual activity, but after some rearranging on his bed, he had changed my mind.

Blaine laid down on the bed and pushed me over so that my face was over his cock, resting my weight on my elbows and knees, while his own face was beneath mine. Thus, we were in the 69 sex position.

Okay, this was fucking hot.

"Oh! One more thing! I know you don't like Katy all that much, but we have to listen to this song right now! I don't think I'll be able to get off without it," Blaine said, sounding a bit giddy. He leaned over to turn on his iPod (his cheek brushing against my dick as he did so. Fuucccckkkk yeahhhh) and suddenly this blasted from the speakers:

I wanna see your pea-cock-cock-cock

Your pea-cock-cock

"Ready?" he asked, kissing the head of my dick. I looked underneath me to see a line of my pre-cum sticking to his lips and I almost screamed "Fuck yes!"

Instead, I answered him by taking him into my mouth. To my delight, he apparently wasn't fully erect and I got to feel him grow even more in my mouth-

Holy shit!

And now his own mouth was on me and every one of my nerves was on fire as he mirrored my movements. My arms trembled since all I really wanted to do was let my face fall into his hip and just let him suck me off, but knowing that we were in an unbroken circle of mouth and manhood was just too good to break.

An unspoken contest of who could make the other cum first seemed to be initiated as he hummed loudly around me, the vibrations going straight up my spine. Oh god, everything about this was so hot. I was giving my boyfriend head while he blew me! I never knew that I was missing this. Whenever we gave blowjobs, obviously we would jerk-off while we did it, but now all of this was just give and get and so fucking wonderful!

I sucked hungrily on Blaine, knowing I wasn't going to last any longer and I wanted to make him come first. My arms gave out and I gripped behind his thighs, pushing him harder into my mouth and feeling the back of my tongue tingle from lack of blood as I went to town on Blaine, refusing to give up. I rubbed his palms up his thighs opposite from how the hair grew just like I knew he liked. Good lord he smelled so much of Blaine. The headiest scent of Blaine radiated from his crotch; all sandalwood, sweat, and sex and of the boy I loved.

He was shaking beneath me, thigh muscles spasming, and my dick seemed to be half forgotten as his hands floated around my lower body in search of something to hang onto as he raced to the finish; his mouth busy gasping for air. His hands finally rested on my ankles that were beside his head and he gripped onto me as he came with a loud scream of "Kurt!"

His whole body tensed underneath me and then I felt the warm rushes as he came in my mouth. Feeling him cum into my mouth, his nails digging into my ankles, and his hot breath puffing against my cock made me start orgasming as well.

Blaine's cum accidentally dripped out of my mouth as I started babbling his name, the slippery fluid sliding off my bottom lip. I suddenly remembered that Blaine was right underneath my dick and I looked down just in time to see me exploding my load all over his face which was still contorted in the sweet agony of his orgasm. Within that moment he seemed to notice that he was 'getting a facial' and parted his swollen lips ever so slightly and gripped one of my ass cheeks.

It was hands down the hottest, most kinkiest thing I've ever seen.

Muther fucking ever.

That climax seemed ever better since I saw that as I started to come down which made it last just a bit longer. Exhaustion suddenly seeped into my bones and I flopped to the side, too lazy to turn around just yet.

But then I remembered that my cum was all over my boyfriend's face. I forced myself to sit up and turn around so Blaine and I were the same way. He must have wiped at his face with his bed sheet while I was turning around, but most of it was still there. Though it was disgusting, I couldn't resist the urge to lean over him and kiss his cheek, my tongue darting out to taste me.

I began to pull back, but his hand slipped around my neck and he brought me into another dizzying kiss. I automatically climbed on top of him and we kissed for what seemed like forever. At some point I tilted my head and licked his cheek, tasting myself again which he thankfully liked. His tongue delved into my mouth as if searching for something until I realized that he wanted to taste himself as well.

"You taste better," he growled against my lips.

"I beg the differ," I breathed back.

We both sorta gasped and looked between us; our dicks both trying desperately to get hard again. Oh god, how was this even possible?

Blaine rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb then shimmied out from under me and into the bathroom. Now alone in his bed I noticed how tired I really was. Resting my head on his pillow made me forget my half-hardness and I calmed down at once, my body molding into the mattress. I didn't care that I was going to sleep in flithy sheets, I came twice because of my amazing boyfriend today and everything just felt so fucking wonderful.

I grabbed a wet nap from his drawer and quickly wiped over my face and chest, too tired to properly wash the sweat and cum off.

Wow, I really was tired!

Or blissed out beyond my wildest dreams.

My mind faded in and out for the next half hour or so, but all I know is that I fell asleep with my boyfriend's arms wrapped from behind me, the smell of sex still hanging in the air. Light kisses pressed against my neck and he muttered soft "I loves you's."

Yep. I was blissed-out.