Chapter 3

Kurt was bent over the side of the bed, one knee planted on the mattress the other foot planted on the floor. His hands were curled into the sheets of the bed and the creaking sound indicating that Blaine was currently pounding into him. The slap of damp skin, as Blaine filled him up so perfectly and expertly, was all you could hear aside from Kurt's wanton moans of pleasure. "Fuck me Blaine. Feels so fucking good."

It seemed that the romance of the day, the innocent kisses and touches created a sex monster that caused Kurt to talk dirty. The afternoon was sweet. They did just what Kurt suggested. Kurt drew some spring wardrobe pieces that he couldn't wait to try and create at school and Blaine cuddled and napped. That's what led to Kurt's mouth spewing filthy sex phrases heard only in porn films. That in turn brought out a carnal side of Blaine that was usually seen only in times of desperate need. One could say it was the pent up energy of the days prior to the wedding where they didn't even make love or come at all since they were consistently hung over or getting married... twice. "I'll fuck you as hard as you want, baby."

Kurt screamed as Blaine pushed into him exceptionally hard with a long stroke. "Oh God. You feel so .. so fucking good Blaine." Kurt was gasped desperately. He was starting to push back against Blaine driving him deeper and deeper. "Oh My.. Fuck.. use that cock." Kurt wanted it. He wanted Blaine so much. All of the touches and cuddling and just being together all afternoon had gotten him to this point of desperation. "Harder.. faster.. Come on.. give it all to me." He panted.

"Take it baby. I'll give it to you." Blaine was dripping in sweat. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Blaine's hands roamed Kurt's alabaster ass before his hand lifted and came down with a slap. Kurt moaned at the vibration is sent through him. He slapped Kurt's ass hard one more time before running his hand around the pale orb soothing the pink skin. Never did Blaine stop fucking his love hard and fast as Kurt asked. "Your ass is beautiful Kurt. I love fucking it." Blaine was so aroused to the point of over arousal. He needed to come but wouldn't until he knew Kurt was close. He reached around to stroke Kurt's cock.

Kurt moaned appreciatively since he was busy holding himself up on his hands. It was so much to take in. He was repeatedly impaling himself on Blaine's cock feeling the slide of his slick cock inside him, deep and penetrating. His brain was short circuiting from the amount of stimulation to his prostate. He whined, "I want to come Blaine. Make me fucking come."

"You beg so prettily my love." Blaine pushed in hard and held himself there lifting his hips a little bit. The pressure this put on Kurt's prostate was almost enough to make Kurt come right then. He moaned appreciatively and his eyes shut as Blaine pulled almost all the way out before thrusting quickly back inside. "Come for me Kurt. Come on baby. I wannna feel you come around me." He continued the relentless pounding into Kurt's hot heat.

Kurt took over stroking his own cock. There was a growl deep in his throat that was rising to a whimper. "I-I'm close Blaine. Don't stop. Give it to me. Come on. Harder. I know you can. Fuck me harder!" Blaine obliged as much as he could. He was getting quite tired at this point. In the next minute, Blaine came inside Kurt while feeling the clench of Kurt's orgasm around his cock squeezing him, milking him as he slowed and pushed in and out through his own orgasm.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt. They were sweaty and breathing hard. "Oh my God Kurt. You've become rather bossy in bed." Blaine chuckled a little over it.

"You love it." Kurt turned his head to the side enjoying Blaine just being inside him. It felt nice to still be connected. It was special. This was the closest they could ever be to each other and he didn't want it to end.

"I love you." Blaine kissed the back of his sweaty neck and ran his fingers up the back of Kurt's sweaty hair. He finally pulled out grabbing tissues to wipe him and Kurt. He tossed them on the floor knowing that it would get cleaned up later. Blaine pounced on the bed with Kurt crawling the rest of the way up.

Kurt settled into Blaine's side and started to kiss him. His hand moved to Blaine's chest and then his fingers to Blaine's nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Blaine started to harden again at the gesture. "Get ready for more, baby." Kurt reached to Blaine sensitive cock and started to stroke him. Blaine curled in and jerked with sensitivity, but his cock still responded to the stimulation and the look in Kurt's eyes that said he wanted more.

"You're going to be the death of me babe." Blaine smiled, still spent. "But, I'll die happy and satisfied."

"Not yet you won't. You still have a few rounds to go tonight." Kurt smiled mischievously as he straddled Blaine's thighs continuing to stroke until Blaine was hard enough for Kurt to mount him. Mount him he did, sitting fully on Blaine's cock swiveling his hips, knowing that his arousal would be complete when he stimulated his prostate enough. Blaine reached out and stroked him while he continued to swivel his hips around. Kurt's head threw back in pure ecstasy. And so it began again. The rising heat in Kurt's body that wanted to feel Blaine again and again.

In the wee hours of the morning, Kurt rolled over on top of Blaine. He was completely spent. They had already made love three times or maybe it was four. Blaine was a little fuzzy at this point. "No baby. I never thought I would say this, but I can't anymore." Kurt giggled at his husband. "I'm totally serious. I think my dick is in a sex coma."

"I think I've had enough for tonight, too." The sweet mischief was readable in his words. Kurt knew he'd be sore tomorrow, but this was his honeymoon after all. He would make the most of it.

"I'm totally serious. I think my dick will be sore for a week."

"My ass is sore too. I just wanted to cuddle." Kurt said with a sigh. "Cuddle and sleep."

"I like cuddling, but maybe we should try to get a shower and change the bed sheets." Blaine reached down to the sheets feeling them. "I think they're covered in sweat and come."

"Let's just put a blanket over the top and sleep on top. I don't want to stand. I just want to roll over to your side and snuggle right in." Kurt was admittedly tired. The yawn that escaped him was a dead giveaway. "I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"I think we could hang out at home. That's the beauty of this place, baby. It's ours for the next two weeks and we can do nothing and hang out or we can go out and have fun." Blaine looked at the clock. "It's almost three in the morning. I say we play it by ear, but I wasn't kidding about being sore tomorrow. My whole body has been overworked by you today." Blaine caressed the side of Kurt's face. "Now get up so we can at least clean off with a wash cloth and get into the bed."

The next day found Kurt and Blaine indoors watching movies. What started out as a rom com marathon, soon became a Harry Potter marathon day. It was comfortable. It was a good thing because Kurt was right, his ass was sore and bruised from the spankings. Blaine took care of Kurt's sore bottom by rubbing lotion into the fingerprinted skin with a very thoughtful, "Sorry."

"No. It feels nice." Kurt hummed nothing in particular as they settled back to finish the marathon. When they finished and settled lying on the couch, Blaine opted to be the big spoon. He wrapped his arms gently around his husband, enveloping him in his love. He even wrapped his legs around Kurt's the best he could. "I'm sorry for being so rough." Blaine looked like a little kid that just got in trouble.

Kurt reached for Blaine's hand. "I believe I asked for it."

Guilt ridden Blaine was still processing it. "Just because you asked for it doesn't mean I should lose myself in the moment. I still need to be aware. It's something that I forget about myself. I forget how passionate I can get when I'm in the moment. I'm afraid it'll get me in trouble someday."

Kurt thought about what Blaine just admitted. True enough, Blaine was very passionate about a lot of things. When he sang, he often lost himself in the music, especially when he played the piano and sang. When he played football, he gave more than one hundred percent and could have died. "When it comes to us in the bedroom, I want you to be passionate. That was the most mind blowing sex we've probably had. Maybe ever. You never have to apologize for that in the bedroom. I wanted that. I begged and asked for that and you gave it to me just how I wanted it. You have to trust me, Blaine, when I say I would have stopped if it wasn't what I wanted. Okay?"

Blaine was still a little worried, but Kurt was right. He would have stopped him. Reluctantly he agreed, "okay."

"As for the other stuff," Kurt started, "I can't always be around in the moment, but I can help you gage if you're overdoing it. That's why I'm your husband. We're here to support each other through everything. We learn from each other and we support each other, no questions asked. If I think you're being a bit.. let's say.. over the top, I'll tell you, but you in turn have to listen and not get defensive."

Blaine smiled at that. Kurt was the perfect husband for him. "Yes. I want that."

"Okay. Now enough of this deep talk. We're a good team and we'll get through each thing as it comes okay?"

"Okay." Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's head as they settled back into the movie.

As the sun set, Kurt and Blaine found themselves back outside on the terrace with chopsticks in hand. Occasionally they would gaze at the Seine and just enjoy the companionship. Tonight, they didn't even bother to get plates out. The sat shoulder to shoulder with legs entwined dipping their own chopsticks in and feeding it to the other. "This was a great idea. Staying in, movie marathon, feeding each other Chinese food." Blaine kissed Kurt's nose.

Kurt's nose scrunched up. "I'm going to get a zit on my nose."

"You won't. Think of how often I lick your face." Blaine laughed.

Kurt chuckled. "You're like a giant puppy dog sometimes when we make love."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt. "You taste so good. I can't help it."

Kurt turned directly to Blaine and noticed that there was a sweet darkness to his eyes. That could only mean one thing. He was turned on and, oh yeah, Kurt was too. "You have no idea how good you taste." Kurt commented so matter of fact. Blaine just stared adoringly at him. And that was when Kurt took the Chinese food and relegated it to coffee table decoration. He got on his knees in front of Blaine, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and gently took out his half hard cock.

Blaine hardened quickly under the tender lick from base to tip. Kurt's tongue was velvety on his cock. It was like being caressed but in a whole different way than what hands did. This was playful and loving and just sweet. Kurt blinked up at Blaine, then smiled and took him into his mouth, first sucking gently on his head before lowering as far as he could. Kurt moaned around his cock and Blaine's hand scrambled to find something to grab hold of. The sofa back became the anchor he clung to while Kurt moved effortlessly and expertly up and down his shaft, never neglecting his balls as his fingers held and rolled them.

"Fuck Kurt." Blaine whispered barely able to keep his eyes open and on Kurt. "You feel so good. I love you so much." Blaine babbled until he released into Kurt's awaiting throat.

When Kurt lifted his head off, he wiped the corners of his mouth and chin and sat down to stroke at the slightly damp curly hair on Blaine's forehead. His head was still thrown back from his orgasm as he lay silently and breathing heavily just on the verge of being present again. Kurt just continued to smile lovingly and caress him. "So it was good then?"

Blaine turned his head to Kurt. "Do you really have to ask?" His smiled wearily.

And, no, Kurt didn't have to ask, but he liked to hear how happy he could make Blaine feel. It was a gift to be able to bring such pleasure to someone. Kurt was able to experience the pleasure himself when they lay in bed an hour later, Blaine planted comfortably between his legs, mouth working Kurt up to a frenzied orgasm.

"I feel so refreshed today. I'm not as sore. I think I'm ready to walk around Paris again." Kurt announced the next morning.

"So then, I have lunch planned and then I have a surprise." Blaine smiled.

"It's not fair. You can plan surprises because you know Paris. I can't plan surprises." Kurt pouted.

Blaine took the sides of Kurt's mouth and pushed them up into a smile. "That's why I plan surprises."

So they left the condo with a car taking them to the café where they got engaged. They sat outside at the same table they got engaged at. Blaine gazed at Kurt who was glowing with happiness. "This was a good choice?" Blaine questioned, though he didn't need the answer.

"Excellent choice." Kurt was still wondering what was planned. "But where are you taking me?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Am I even dressed for it? If you take me somewhere and I'm underdressed I'll kill you." Kurt worried. In Lima, he was the only one with any type of fashion sense, but here, he was just ordinary.

"Kurt, you're wearing a jacket with all these zipper things and a totally cool shirt under that. Your pants are, well, always fashionable and so are your boots. I'm not sure if you could ever be underdressed." Blaine tried to make him feel comfortable, but the fact was that Blaine was comfortable in his own clothes that were not as fashionable as Kurt's but nice enough.

"You're wearing a jacket today which made me evaluate my outfit. I figured if you were dressing up a little more, I should too."

"You're fine." Blaine went back to his food. "Trust me, you'll fit right in."

"Oh my God!" Kurt stepped out of the car and looked up. "Blaine, oh my God." He covered his mouth and looked at Blaine then at the building again. "Oh my God."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "So this was a good surprise, right?"

"Oh my God."

"Kurt baby, you're starting to sound like a broken record." Blaine really wanted to hear his real verbal response.

"This is, oh my God. I can't believe. I totally forgot. Oh my God." Kurt was at a loss for words as was evidenced by the same phrases pouring out of his mouth. "I can't.. Oh my God Blaine. I forgot that we'd be here for Men's fashion week."

Blaine smiled smugly. "I thought so. That's why I took the liberty of securing tickets to two.. not one... read my lips, two shows."

Kurt was actually starting to make a scene. Blaine took his elbow. "Now calm down because I'm sure there are a lot of stars at this show. It is Burberry, after all."

Just then Kurt straightened out his outfit and started look around. Blaine was right. The stars and famous people and even royalty attended these types of events. "I can't believe I freaked out." His faced turned red. "I hope no one noticed."

"No one is looking. They're all looking for the famous people. We don't fall into that category. At least here we are just a bunch of nobody's with money." Blaine took him by the elbow to usher him toward the entrance where they provided their tickets and entered. Their seats weren't bad. They were third row on the side, but the view in Kurt's opinion was perfect.

"I can't believe I'm at a Paris fashion show." Kurt was almost at the point of hyperventilation. "I need to calm down. I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"You won't. Besides, this is just the first of many fashion shows you'll attend and then you'll be hosting the shows someday. I know you will. You'll be fantastic." Blaine believed in Kurt's dreams as much as Kurt believed in his own dreams.

The perfect ending to the day was dinner at a local Brasserie and then back to the condo. "Was my surprise worth it?"

"Worth what?"

"Not knowing. Was it worth it to be surprised?"

"Absolutely. It was unbelievable." Kurt looked to be on cloud nine hours after the show. "I just remembered you said two shows. What's the other one?"

"I have tickets to Armani next week."

Kurt screamed. "Oh my God. I can't wait. I love you. I love you. I love you." Kurt kissed him all over his face.

Blaine giggled like a girl. "Stop it. Stop it." He pulled Kurt into a hug and they settled on the couch just listening to music. They fell asleep right there that night.