And then suddenly they were moving, Kurt pushing Blaine through his apartment, stumbling slightly on assorted discarded items that Kurt knows he should get at Blaine for leaving on the floor, but he doesn’t. Because they’re falling onto the bed in a heap of limbs and thrusting bodies, but their lips never part.

“B-Blaine, ohh Blaine” Kurt moaned into his mouth, suddenly very aware of what was going to happen.

“Kurt, oh God! I’ve wanted you all day. Y-you can’t just say things like that when I can’t do anything about it!” Blaine berated him. But he wasn’t angry, because, well, how could he be angry at Kurt for being his sinfully sexy self?

Shirts were unbuttoned in rapid succession and thrown off shoulders, their lips only parting to take off undershirts and throw them somewhere – the exact whereabouts didn’t matter right now.
Blaine fumbled with the belt on Kurt’s skin-tight red jeans and Kurt’s face sank into Blaine’s neck, the nerves arising again as he tensed slightly.

“A-are you okay?” Blaine asked in a voice that was surprisingly soft and sweet considering the situation, worried that Kurt didn’t really was to do this.

No, not at all, what the hell am I supposed to do?!

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kurt smiled, ignoring the voice inside his head, “just- just give me a minute to get out of these damn jeans. You have no idea how long it took me to get into them this morning!”

After a tender kiss, Kurt tentatively crawled off Blaine and turned ‘round, letting his boyfriend enjoy the view as he wriggled, teasingly, out of his jeans and folded them up on the dresser. He turned to see Blaine splayed out, stark naked, on the bed, his large, pulsing cock standing proud, red and leaking pre come. He was there. He was there for Kurt to take, to see him come undone, and for Kurt to be the one doing that to him? Now Kurt was nervous. But he couldn’t show it.

He noticed Blaine had already retrieved the half-empty bottle of lube and a condom, and his eyes just wouldn’t leave Kurt. Kurt’s eyes, dark blue with lust; his hair, mussed from dragging fingers through it, searching for a grip; and Kurt’s cock brushing against Blaine’s legs as he crawled up and hovered over Blaine, staring deep into each other’s eyes as they non-verbally exchanged ‘I love you’s. Something Kurt still hadn’t found the will power to admit out loud.

Their lips met in a passionate embrace, Blaine’s hands flying straight into Kurt’s hair and Kurt reaching out for the lube, coating his fingers in the cool liquid. He rubbed his fingers together, warming the lube before he trailed his dry hand slowly down Blaine’s chest, fingers exploring the well known territory. Kurt paid extra attention to Blaine’s nipples, loving the noises his boyfriend made when he pinched the hard nubs.

Kurt broke off the kiss, his tongue wet and trailing down Blaine’s neck, licking, sucking, and biting as he went. He reached Blaine’s nipples and it wasn’t long before Blaine was thrashing around beneath him, hips bucking in a desperate plea for friction, as he reached down to touch himself, relieving his aching cock.

“Blaine,” Kurt scolded, “it’s my turn tonight, so you’re going to do exactly what I fucking say, okay? No touching yourself. I want you to come from my cock alone.”

Blaine didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, too caught up in Kurt’s hands caressing the skin around his arousal, but not touching.

Kurt brought his lube-coated hand down and stroked his fingers from Blaine’s perineum to his hole, dancing them over the rim, touching, teasing. He looked up into Blaine’s eyes as he slowly pushed his first finger beyond the ring of tight muscle and loved the way Blaine’s face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of the tight heat.

“M-more, Kurt, I need you, please.” Blaine begged, already thrusting himself down on Kurt’s finger. Kurt added a second finger, complying with Blaine’s pleas and reaching his hand down to fist his own cock.

Soon, Blaine was filled with 3 fingers, as Kurt scissored them to stretch him open, hitting his prostate on occasion to draw Blaine out. His eyes were torn between looking into Blaine’s hazel orbs, and seeing his fingers pumping in and out of his boyfriend’s ass, causing the sweet, breathy moans escaping him.

“Kurt, please, i-it’s enough, just please.” Blaine implored, so close, yet so far away from his release.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” Kurt embarrassedly admitted as he watched Blaine buck his hips up, searching for more, anything.

Kurt relented, wanting nothing at that moment than to be buried within Blaine. He tentatively pulled out his fingers while retrieving the condom with his dry hand, and moaned at the sight of Blaine’s hips bucking wildly at the loss.

He fumbled with the wrapper until he gave up and placed one edge between his teeth and ripped the damn thing open.

He paused.

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath, his brain playing blind to knowing how to put the condom on properly. He thought back to watching Blaine roll on a condom. Blaine just kind of… He attempted to roll the condom down the length of his shaft, but failed as it dropped into the sheets.

“Kurt… are you- what are you doing? What’s wrong?” Blaine asked, concerned when he saw the younger drop the condom.

“I uhh…” Kurt blushed, “I just can’t put-the-condom-on.” He finished, all in one breath, in a voice so soft it could hardly even be called a whisper.

It dawned on Blaine and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his boyfriend’s expense.
“Blaine, it’s not funny,” Kurt whined, “I’ve never done this before and I-” he paused, then giggled. “We’ve been having sex for months and I don’t even know how to use a condom, oh my God.”

Blaine, eyes suddenly darker and animalistic, picked up the condom and slowly, teasingly, rolled it onto Kurt’s cock, all the while staring into Kurt’s deep blue eyes and watching his face morph in pleasure. He coated his boyfriend’s cock in a plentiful of lube and then nudged his hip with his dry hand, wiping the other on the sheets.

“All ready.” Blaine whispered sexily, in a voice that came from deep within his throat, as he lay back and spread his legs, waiting for Kurt.

Kurt gulped and nodded shakily as he lined up the blunt tip of his cock with Blaine’s puckered hole and slowly pushed in, head flinging back in pleasure of being surrounded by such a tight heat. And Blaine, who whispered “Kurt… kiss me” and whose tongue delved into the cavern of Kurt’s mouth, shifted his hips slightly and moaned when Kurt sank in steadily deeper.

“B-Blaine, I- you-” Kurt mumbled, unsure of what to say and focusing instead on the amazing sense of Blaine: Blaine’s body lay out for him; Blaine’s breathy moans and whispers of both expletives, and “Kurt” echoing through the silence; the taste of his lips; the smell of sex and pure, indescribable Blaine; and the incommunicable feel of being completely and utterly surrounded by his Adonis of a boyfriend. It was all Kurt could care about in this moment in time. “I love you.”

Suddenly it stopped. Everything stopped. The movement, the passion, everything. Including Kurt’s heart.

He’d just said it. The thing he was so damn afraid to say! …and it rolled off his tongue like melted butter.

Blaine stared up at him, a small soft smile playing at his darker, swollen lips “I love you too, Kurt” Blaine replied, barely above a whisper.

As if opposite poles of a magnet, their lips surged together in chaos of teeth, tongues and breathy moans as Kurt began thrusting, his hips stuttering slightly on the first few in an attempt to find a rhythm.
Blaine's hands were running all over Kurt's body as his back arched, searching for deeper and harder and "more, please, Kurt… m-more."

Kurt shifted his hips slightly, angling them in search of Blaine's prostate, all the while thrusting harder into his boyfriend, dizzy with love.

"O-oh Kurt, there, more please, f-fuck, you feel so good," Blaine moaned as Kurt hit that sweet spot repeatedly, and trailed his hands along the porcelain skin of Kurt's back to grab his ass.

Kurt growled in response, speeding up his thrusts again and capturing Blaine's lips in a hot, messy kiss as he felt the familiar tightening in his stomach.

"B-Blaine I-"

"S-so close"

They began at the same time, both too engrossed in the other to realise and, as Kurt reached down to stroke Blaine's dick, he was coming, hard. His back arched up off the bed, head thrown back in pure bliss as he tightened around Kurt's cock, and soon Kurt was following behind, not even 2 thrusts later.

Their moans and heavy breaths filled the silence as they rode out their orgasms, lost in the pleasure and feel of it all.

As they both came down, Kurt tentatively pulled out, wincing slightly at the friction against his spent cock, and lay down half-on his boyfriend, his head resting against the older man's chest as he listened to the rapid heart beat.

"I… Blaine… you… I love you," he breathed, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as he felt the weight of the words blow over him. He looked up to his boyfriend to see his smiling face traced with tears.

"I love you too, Kurt. God, I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I've waited so long for you to say that. I love you." He breathed, cupping Kurt's cheek and pulling him up into a soft kiss, neither wishing to part or lose the moment they were in.

They kissed for what seemed only seconds, but in translation, were hours and they drifted off, both ecstatically happy, tangled in each other and faces never parting from their embrace.