June 11, 2014, 7 p.m.
Glee: We know this Happened: When Papa Burt is gone
E - Words: 3,897 - Last Updated: Jun 11, 2014 Story: Closed - Chapters: 12/? - Created: Sep 19, 2013 - Updated: Sep 19, 2013 162 0 0 0 0
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Blaine’s Pov
“Oh god!”
If I’d have known that Kurt’s parents would be gone this afternoon, I’d have brought a condom. I don’t think that I can handle not having Kurt inside me. If his fingers feel this amazing, I can’t…
I just can’t okay? I can’t.
“Kurt…. Jesus…”
Kurt had only one finger in my ass, and now that the burn was gone, all I could think about was it coming back for a while as he entered a second finger.
And I wanted it so bad.
“Kurt, I’m ready….. You can… Another one… Please.”
Kurt just looked at me from beside my shoulder, his eyes blown with lust; a dark grey that I had NEVER seen before.
Seriously, his eyes never got that dark. What does that color mean?
“You want more?’ he asked in a low voice, and I nodded breathlessly.
“Earn it Blaine. Say my name.”
………….Did he just tell me to………-
Oh. That look in his eyes…. The dark color….
I have been with Kurt for months, and I have seen the changing colors of his eyes. When we had sex for the first time, they went from a deep green, to a dark blue, but this gray, this gorgeous smokey color that seems so much more than beyond sexy, it is so new.
It’s dominance.
We have only had sex twice, and both of those times, I topped, and Kurt bottomed. This was my first time having Kurt with anything inside of me. And I have never felt closer to him.
“Kurt please!”
I bit my lip and shifted a bit on the bed as another of his fingers prodded outside the first ring of muscle. He put it in, just barely past the fingertip and I hissed a little.
The slight burn, the tiny tickle, and the overwhelmingly tight sensation of Kurt inside of me is breathtaking.
I think I might most definitely prefer bottoming.
I let my teeth graze over my lip as Kurt pushed his two fingers all the way inside, tickling just the tip of my prostate in the process. My back arched a little off the bed, and I groaned.
“Oh god…. Kurt, again…..”
And the earth completely shattered as he pressed against it this time with pressure.
Beautifully amazing pressure.
“Blaine, I want to hear you speak Italian…..” Kurt said in a breathy whisper.
I don’t know where Kurt has gotten this current dominant state of mind, but I am not complaining. Not at all! It is unbearably hot!
I simply moaned as Kurt fingered me harder with each thrust, losing my trains of thought a little more with each second.
“Blaine, tell me what you want.” He asked, his fingers slowing, leaving my body literally shaking from the ever too slow drag of his knuckles.
“Please. More Kurt…. I want you inside me…. Please.”
But Kurt’s fingers stilled completely and I tried to catch my breath to ask what I did wrong.
“Kurt?”
“I just found out that you speak Italian today, and I want to hear some.”
And now my eyes were surely as dark and sexual as his are.
“Tell me what you want in Italian.” He added, and with a light nod of my head, his fingers began gloriously moving again.
“Dio! Sesso di me con le dita Kurt. Si prega di più difficile!” (God! Sex me with your fingers Kurt. Please harder!")
I thought I might feel embarrassed talking to Kurt in a language that he couldn’t understand, but if the way that his fingers are now prodding my prostate with every thrust is any indication, the embarrassment has been replaced with sheer amazement!
“More Blaine.” He said, slowing his fingers again.
I could NOT handle him not moving his fingers. I would give him ANYTHING he wanted, if it meant that he stayed inside of me like this and never slowed his fingers down again.
“Voglio il tuo cazzo dentro di me!” I said, this time, moaning more than I was talking. I need him inside me. If his fingers can make me writhe like this, than his cock……..
“Oh God! Kurt Please!” I moaned, as that little bundle of nerves was pressed again. “Please!” I need his cock more than I need to breathe right now.
“Say it in Italian Blaine.” Kurt whispered into my chest, his breath tickling me in the most sensual way I’ve ever heard.
“Por Fevore! Per favore Kurt! Dio, per favore baby.”
Kurt thrust me hard this time, causing me to moan a little too loud with the pressure on that spot.
How does he do that?
Every time, he hits it so effortlessly, and it’s beautiful. When I finger Kurt, I only press onto his prostate a few times in the whole duration of foreplay because it’s not that easy to hit. But Kurt, and his slender, and blessedly long fingers hit that spot smoothly, with the perfect applied strength seemingly whenever he wanted to.
He is the sexiest human being alive, and I can’t be more incredibly amazed that he is mine.
All mine.
“Do you want me inside of you Blaine? Are you sure we’re ready for me to top?”
I am so much more than ready, I can’t even contain it. And he told me before we started making out, and fooling around that he wanted to top this time.
“Yes. I’m ready. Are you?”
Kurt nodded as he withdrew his fingers from me, and I sunk down onto them again right away. The absence was extremely uncomfortable.
“Blaine, honey I can’t give you my cock if you won’t give my fingers back.” He said, his fingers moving in and out of me again, slowly, but so good.
I threw my head back onto his pillows and exhaled a shaky aroused noise. I do want his cock, but his feels so incredible. His fingers are perfect.
“God, don’t stop. Please….”
Kurt smirked, his perfect teeth coming down to my mouth and nibbling my bottom lip. He followed that with a kiss and we made out, messy, wet, and completely shameless.
In the midst of it, his fingers came completely out of me, and when I bucked back down, they didn’t slide back in, all remnants of the lube all gone.
“Mmmmm….. Kurt…. I need you…….”
“Shhhhh…” He muttered, the hand that denied to re-enter me now up and scrunching into my hair, while the other gripped my waist so lightly, I felt like I was floating. “Patience mon Amor.”
And without Kurt even touching me yet tonight, my cock twitched, and was spilling over my navel. It was only a half cum, but still.
His French was nothing if not the sexiest thing to ever escape his lips. It obviously can make me cum without any prompting or foreplay to it.
Kurt raised his eyebrows, his hand leaving my hips to rub over my white streams of liquid, tracing the moisture over the slit of my head. “Oh, so we like when I speak Francais then?”
I nodded, my eyes now closed as Kurt massaged my still hard, and now aching for further release, length. I needed him to help me.
Dear God please yes.
“Well, I like it when you prier pour moi en italien….” (I love when you beg for me, in Italian)
He does NOT need to tell me twice.
“Per favore fatemi venire Kurt. Ti sto implorando.” (Please let me come Kurt. I’m begging you.)
Almost instantly, Kurt’s mouth was sunk down onto my length and he was bobbing up and down with a perfectly quick rhythm.
The last two times we had made love, it was completely romantic, and slow, passionate, and loving. It was exploring each other, stress free and beautiful. It was right.
This time, though it is still loving, with passion bursting at the seams, but it is also different because it is desperate, and completely needed. I can even call it stress relief sex. I had a stressful morning, Kurt has been grounded, and we both were deprived of each other since recently. We needed each other. I need Kurt inside me as much as I need oxygen now that his tongue is circling the head of my shaft.
God, he needs to slow down…. I’m coming…
“Kurt! Cazzo, Kurt! Rallenta! Sto per venire!” I cried. I know that he doesn’t understand me, but that’s okay anyway because I can really care less if he stops or not.
“Kurt…… Arresto! sto arrivando. Kurt!” I moaned, but he just sucked harder.
The combination of his hot mouth, his tight, but somehow still gentle grip in my hair, and the sounds that his moist mouth made against my cock while he bucked me, were far more than I can handle for much longer.
“Cazzo!” I cursed.
And Kurt knows it, because as I moaned my swears, I felt him smile around my cock, and he cupped my balls in his hand, and squeezed. His gentle massage was all that I needed to put me over the edge, and I was finishing in his mouth. This is over in 3….2………..
I warned him though.
Albeit in Italian, but I still warned him.
He swallowed my seed with no hesitation, and popped off of me before sliding to lay beside me, propped slightly on his elbow.
Completely betraying my brain at the moment, my eyes slowly started to close. My brain was telling me to look at Kurt, tell him I love him, kiss his sweet lips, and then slide down the bed to return the favor to my PERFECT boyfriend,
But I felt completely overwrought with exhaustion, and was fighting to open my eyes back up.
I felt Kurt’s eyes boring into my face, and that got me to open my eyes, even if just the tiniest bit. He was wearing a smile on his face, and I let my eyes travel down his body.
He was very slowly palming himself through his own pants, but firmly too. Honestly, his hand looked a bit shaky. I need to help him release too.
And that sight and thought was enough to make me keep my eyes open to take care of him, I couldn’t tell you how long they would stay open for though.
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Kurt Pov
I have fooled around with Blaine quite a few times. He has ALWAYS turned me on. He has never once failed to make me cum, and he always does a DAMN good job at thrusting me senseless.
He turns me on so much more than I ever imagined being turned on.
But something about him speaking Italian….
It just… does something to me.
Right now, my hands feel very unstable, and I can’t help but touch him EVERYWHERE!
It’s not just that though. The thought of being inside of him, is……………..
I can’t explain it. It feels incredible. I feel like my length is twitching and shaking with nerves and anticipation to be inside of his tight heat. His ass squeezed my fingers so tightly, I can’t ignore the constant craving I have now to have my cock hugged the same way.
Does Blaine feel like this when he tops?
Its making me tremble, and I feel like my teeth are about to start chattering together if I don’t do it soon. That would be annoying. And embarrassing.
Blaine, don’t you dare fall asleep! I thought, seeing his eyes drift closed.
I wouldn’t tell him that of course. The best thing for him right now is probably sleep, and if I didn’t have a RAGING hard on right now, the only thing I’d be thinking about is Blaine getting a well deserved nap.
But, I do have a massive boner, and if it doesn’t get some friction soon, I might go crazy.
Blaine has been way too sexy in the past hour to leave me like this.
“Blaine…..” I moaned, cupping the head of my cock with my ‘won’t freaking be still’ hands.
He opened his eyes, and looked down at my groin before sitting up, and kneeling down in front of it.
The way his stance was, really made me just-
I can’t explain it, but I put my hand in his curls, and he didn’t need any prompting. He unzipped by jeans slowly, sensually, and he pulled them down just to the middle of my thighs.
He teased a little, caressing my inner skin and letting his warm breath ghost over my now bare erection.
“Blaine……… Dieu, Blaine s'il vous plait.” (God, Blaine, Please..)
Doing exactly what I knew he would do, his mouth met the base of my cock, and he took it like he had been waiting all night.
My head dropped back all the way as he took all of me in one suck, his mouth perfectly wet, and brilliantly warm mouth.
I could feel that he was going very slowly and he was definitely tired, but I still felt absolutely perfect. The sounds his mouth made as he took my cock deep were sinful.
Bucking my hips against his mouth, letting my head hit the back of his throat gently, so as not to choke him. I wanted to speed up even if just a little, but I was already close, and I want to be inside of Blaine when I come.
“Blaine, can I…. I want to be inside you.”
“……………….ok.” he replied, his eyes wide open now, his body laying back down to give me access to his entrance.
I was entranced for a minute by his tanned and lightly dusted with hair lower body.
He has a sweet and musky scent that is very manly, and yet somehow feminine at the same time. I don’t know how else to say it without it sounding weirder. He smells like sweat, and woodsy moss, but still smells fruity, and fresh, with a hint of coffee and fresh breath on his breath.
It’s intoxicating.
I practically ripped my pants off of the rest of my legs, and crawled over Blaine, who was circling his entrance with his own finger now.
That’s my job…..
I leaned down hovering over my man, placing a hasty, and messy kiss, on the corner of his mouth, and accepting it and then some, he moved his chin up to give me better access. As our lips danced and slid together, I made damn sure to tighten my arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him as close as he can. His body heat beneath me was just making me harder.
I need to feel him clenched around me, and soon.
I know not to rush. I know that he will need lots of time to adjust to me being inside of him, but I need to make sure I keep my cool. Despite me telling Blaine to be patient earlier, I have no idea if I will be very good at it myself.
With the two of us, lined up as perfectly as can be, Blaine’s mouth breathing heavy on my neck due to my being slightly taller, and my cock brushing lightly and eagerly against his ass, I was ready.
Biting my lip, I started to feel the nerves.
This is my first time topping. I’d be lying if I wasn’t worried that I’ll do something wrong.
And Blaine sensed it, because he grabbed my cock, and turned a little to get the lube from the side of the pillow.
“It’s ok Kurt. I’m ready for you. I want this.”
“Do I need a condom?” I asked. We discussed briefly the lack of our need to use condoms. I was a virgin before Blaine, and Blaine was a virgin before me.
And, we’ve both been tested regardless and we are clean, so condoms are really unnecessary for us.
“No. I just want to feel you in me.”
I nodded thinking the same thing. I took the lube from him, poured some in my hand, and slathered up my achingly hard member, taking my time because touching myself in front of Blaine just feels…. Right.
“I love you Blaine.”
Blaine nodded to me, and grabbed my length in his hand, and pushed the head of it into his ass. He threw his head back and grabbed the bed sheets, moaning one long and drawled out sound, but he didn’t hiss.
Good sign.
So in one smooth, but very slow movement, I pushed myself in deeper, and began grinding down on him, my cock only halfway inside.
Blaine started to whimper, and it went straight to my head, giving me confidence, and need.
“Blaine,” I whispered, my hands massaging up and down Blaine’s torso, taking care to help him relax, He was trying to buck down harder onto my cock, but I wanted to make sure he was ready for more before letting myself go deeper.
“I want more Kurt. Please, I’m ready, more.” Blaine pleaded, his hips jerking desperately, trying to pull me in deeper.
I couldn’t deny him if I tried.
“Okay….” I panted, and I tangled my fingers in his curls before thrusting myself all the way inside of Blaine’s heat.
“Ah!” Blaine cried, and I stilled as his eyes were tight shut, and he stiffened under me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, cupping his cheek now with the hand that was playing with his curls a moment ago.
My other hand was holding his hip in place to stop him from thrusting up, because even though he is obviously in a little pain adjusting to my length, he is still trying.
"Yeah…, I’m okay. It’s just…… God Kurt, you are so…… I’m okay. I want more."
I sighed, worried if he really can handle more, but the look in his eyes told me he could. I cradled his head and brought my forehead down to rest against his, followed by a reassuring nod.
I started to snap my hips in and out at a normal pace, not too fast, but not able to control myself enough to go slowly.
Being inside of Blaine’s tight ass was absolute heaven, and I wanted nothing more than to pump him hard and cum inside of him. But the pace I was going seemed completely fine with Blaine who was panting heavy breaths with a moan thrown in every few seconds.
"Yes, just like this," he breathed out, his head on my shoulder, clutching my back as I rocked deep inside of him. “You- god, you are perfect Kurt.”
I’m not perfect yet. I decided that now it’s time to start teasing that spot.
My cock is longer than Blaine’s. It’s not as thick, but I can hit his prostate almost effortlessly, and drive him completely crazy.
And I want to.
Though my body was pressed as close as I could possibly get to Blaine, my shaft wasn’t completely buried yet.
But it’s about to be.
“Oh god! Again!” Blaine cried, right as I snapped my hips into his pelvis as deep as I could go. Blaine whimpered repeatedly, his cock dragging wetly against his both of our stomachs creating glorious friction.
I stared into his amber irises as they filled with moisture, the look serving nothing but it’s purpose to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Please.” he cried again, and it made me realize I was probably staring for a while.
This time making love feels different than the last times. There is a new desperation and urgency now that wasn’t really there before. A quiet need to be sloppy, and imperfect.
Yet it is still somehow perfect.
“You feel so good Blaine. Perfect. And all mine.”
I thrust into Blaine as hard as I could, hitting that bundle of nerves again, earning me a gasp from my man, and as I thrust again, he moaned.
Hearing him moan was just the most beautiful sound ever, and I started to thrust repeatedly into him, hitting his prostate with every thrust.
“Oh! Yeah. Kurt, yes! Oh god! Harder! More!”
Every cry, pant, moan and breath Blaine let out drew me closer to this being over. My stomach was tight any my spine was tingling with anticipation as I bucked into Blaine, and by the way that Blaine began whining, he was close too.
Blaine had come already so it had to be painful for him to need to come again.
“Blaine… I’m close….”
Blaine only grinded down onto my shaft, somehow his ass getting tighter around me, almost as if trying to drag the cum out of me.
“God, I’m so close…..” I repeated, this time following it with a kiss to Blaine swollen lips. I bit lightly at the tip, leaving it red and wet.
“Aah!” Blaine moaned, feeling my hand start stroking his cock in between us. It had to be extra sensitive.
He needed to come. Before me. Because if he didn’t, I might not come, and after this, we both need to sleep.
“Let it go Blaine….”
And d I could feel that my words went straight though him, leaving him a breathless, and shaking mess beneath me as he held tightly to me back, scratching it a little in the process, and moaning through his orgasm.
His sticky heat streamed out onto both of our stomachs, and that feeling was all I needed to finish too.
“Blaine……. Oah!”
I came hard, and it felt like a lot inside of Blaine’s heat, but I couldn’t control my hips that were still bucking of their own doing. I kept pumping him, the slick drag of his tight walls too amazing to stop.
I didn’t want to move. Letting Blaine go right now would be a crime.
Blaine panted out shaky, and exhausted breaths, his cock limp and shriveled, wet with his juices.
Though I was still pumping in and out at a sinfully slow pace, I felt myself growing smaller. I was getting limp inside of Blaine, and that forced me to withdraw from his ass, and sleepily and contently collapse at his side.
“I love you Kurt. So much.” Blaine said, clear as day. There was no hint of tired, or sleep in his voice.
“I love you Blaine.”
I tightened my hold, which never ceased, around Blaine’s waist pulling him as close as possible without being inside, and he wrapped himself perfectly against me to be the little spoon. Just in case someone came home before Blaine and I wake up, I pulled the flat sheet up and over us to cover our lower bodies. It’s too hot for a blanket, but Blaine isn’t supposed to be here, let alone be here and naked in my bed.
I mean, sure, if he did happen to come home and catch us up here, I’d get grounded, and Blaine would be thrown out, but we’ll be covered so at least he won’t be scarred for life.
But they said they wouldn’t be back until dinner at six, and I have an alarm set for four so I’m not worried. We won’t be caught. We have time for a nice nap together.
Feeling tired, and perfectly satiated holding my boyfriend against me, both of our eyes drifted shut, as we started our nap together. This perfect June afternoon in each other’s arms couldn’t be more perfect.
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