After the first time they had been extremely cuddly, but just as much as Blaine had wanted to do it again, just as nervous had Kurt been.

Whenever Blaine had let his hands down to grab Kurt's ass or rub his crotch against Kurt's it had been a brief sensation since Kurt quickly pulled away and suggested that they finished watching the movie, or resumed their homework, much to Blaine's dissatisfaction.

But Blaine wasn't planning on giving up, and after a few days of random sexts in Kurt's direction at the most inconvenient of times – like in classes or during family dinners – Kurt caved in and sexted back.

Kurt: "You can't keep texting me stuff like that. Just the thought of you makes me crazy. I just need to feel you again soon – you were so warm and wet around me."

It was only two days before they did it again. This time an afternoon after school and Kurt's dad was in Washington, Finn was working at the tire shop and Carole was at work.

It was easier since they had done it before. They were still nervous but not on the verge of a breakdown like the last time, and since Kurt insisted on fingering Blaine open this time they also found new ways of bringing both of them pleasure via the wonders that were their hands.

They steadily found more and more free time to be alone and they were happy to find that in time Blaine didn't ache but turned out to be pretty vocal about his pleasure instead. After a month of experimenting they weren't even nervous anymore – they were comfortable and had found confidence in themselves and each other when they were naked together, especially because they made sure to be naked together even if it wasn't about sex.

Now they had been having sex for a month and a half. Blaine found that he felt even closer to Kurt than he did before, and somehow it felt like his heart had grown from being able to share this private and intimate side of him with the one person he loved more than anything in the world.

"There's something I've been thinking about," Kurt said one evening they were curled up on Blaine's bed.

Blaine's parents were out of town to visit Cooper and since Blaine had been at glee rehearsal all day he had thanked no to their offer of joining them. Instead Kurt had suggested that he would go home with him after rehearsals so they could make dinner and eat together followed by the simple joy of being with each other.

So they cooked and had dinner, and after cleaning up the kitchen after them they could both feel the exhaustion spread in their bodies after the intense dance routine they had been doing for hours earlier, so they curled up around each on Blaine's bed with a plan of not moving for the rest of the night.

"What have you been thinking?" Blaine asked, his fingers running through Kurt's soft hair. Kurt was resting his cheek on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine had his arm snaked up Kurt's back so he could pet his hair while still holding around him – it only got better from the way Kurt's arm was curled around Blaine's waist.

"There's something I wanna try. If you'll let me. I've only just... read about it, a few times. But I've been thinking about it a lot lately."

Kurt's voice was dry and scratchy through the silence of the room around them. They had been too lazy to turn on the TV, and it hadn't really mattered because they were both too tired to watch it. Besides, they loved the times where they didn't do anything but really feel each other.

"I'm intrigued. Is this like a sort of... sexual thing?" Blaine asked, hoping to god he was right, because if he wasn't Kurt would surely pinch him or something.

Up until now they hadn't experimented with positions or fantasies at all. Kurt had been stretching Blaine with his fingers, made him come by rubbing his clit and Blaine pumped Kurt's cock in his hand before Kurt had fucked him carefully – missionary.

It was good, and Kurt made him feel so amazing – but Blaine wanted more, and now it luckily seemed like Kurt wanted more as well.

For a moment the room was silent. Only thing Blaine seemed to hear was the sound of his own heartbeat in anticipation of what was to come. He was so anxious for Kurt's next move that he didn't even notice that he had moved his head to Blaine's ear before Kurt was whispering lowly.

"I wanna lick you. I wanna... taste you. Feel all over you with my tongue," he whispered and Blaine was sure he would have turned instantly hard if he had could – instead he felt a warmth fill his cunt as he subconsciously squeezed his thighs together to get a hold of the throbbing between them.

Blaine had to swallow for a moment. Suddenly his mouth was dry and his head was spinning. It was rare that he felt that aching in his groin when Kurt hadn't even touched him, but right now the heat was unbearable.

He couldn't believe that Kurt had thought about that. Kurt who was so together and didn't even want to go camping with him because he needed to be near a plug for his hairdryer – wanted to use his tongue, on his boyfriend's pussy. Suddenly Blaine could recall the feeling of Kurt's tongue when they kissed; how soft and skilled it worked around his own, how he managed to keep it hard and caring at the same time – only thing was that it wasn't in his mouth he could feel it, and he tensed his abdomens to try holding the need back a little.

"Yes. Kurt, please. You are... so perfect," Blaine breathed out and bent his entire body down over himself so he could catch Kurt's mouth.

The temperature in the room rose with the speed of lightning. Kurt's head was pushed to lie on Blaine's thigh so Blaine could kiss him upside-down, and his hand flew to the back of Blaine's neck with the other arm holding around his free thigh. Blaine's hand was running down Kurt's torso and he wasn't even trying to appear like a gentleman anymore – he wanted his boyfriend, and he wanted him now.

Before Blaine knew it Kurt had snaked his arm around his waist, around to his back and started pulling his shirt out of his jeans. It didn't take Blaine more than a split-second before he had Kurt's t-shirt out of his pants and was trying to pull it off over his head – something that unfortunately was very hard when Blaine wasn't planning on stopping kissing him.

"Clothes... off – now!" Kurt heaved through kisses and awkwardly tried grabbing Blaine's polo as far up his back as possible, but since Kurt was still lying in Blaine's lap so he was doing it all upside-down it was kind of impossible for him to do anything all.

Blaine backed away from the kiss and had his polo thrown to the floor before Kurt could even move. While Kurt scrambled to his knees he pulled his t-shirt off and they both started working on their belts and pants. Every now and then they clasped their mouths together, and forgot what they were doing because they were more interested in having their hands all over the other.

Kurt was first with to have his clothes off. Blaine's hands were shaking with adrenaline and he fumbled with the button for way too long. His breathing was hitched and he had a feeling that he might be close to passing out.

Kurt was on his knees in front of him on the bed. He was running his fingertips up and down his own thighs, through the blonde hairs with his dick hard and bobbing against stomach; flushed and glistening, pink and waiting. When Blaine saw that it didn't take him more than a few seconds to let his pants and underwear fall to a pile on the floor with a heavy thump before crashing towards Kurt, tongue and lips with a destination.

"Blaine... suck my dick. Please," Kurt moaned into his mouth and made Blaine gasp as Kurt's dick bopped against his hip, wetting the hot skin.

Blaine let his hand run over Kurt's shoulder and down his arm, he let it continue down his chest and over his stomach. He made his hand travel down Kurt's hip and down to cup lightly around his balls before he ran his hand up to lock it around his shaft.

"Do you think I could fit it in my mouth? You're so big," he asked, serious tone and a raised eyebrow. Kurt was holding his breath with a smile playing on his lips. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils had nearly taken over his eyes.

"I mean... it fits so good in my pussy, but – my mouth, that's a lot to ask for," he said and scrunched his nose while he stroked the shaft softly, like he wasn't doing anymore than petting Kurt's arm by the lockers in school.

"You're such a tease," Kurt breathed and let his hand over to cup around the V between Blaine's legs. He moved his hand up and down, making sure to round his hand so he wouldn't put too much pressure on the folds.

Blaine could feel the tip of Kurt's index finger resting right at his entrance and the palm of his hand ghosting over the opening to his clit, but when he tried pushing into the feeling Kurt removed his hand again.

"Lay down. I have an idea on how to settle this," he smiled before he let his hand back to Blaine's pussy where he made his hand run up and his middle finger press teasingly between the folds, making Blaine feel his finger drag the slickness up, making him twitch when Kurt's fingertip bumped lightly against his clit.

He nodded hazy in agreement and laid down on his back as requested. When Kurt laid down next to him he was surprised, and a little confused at first. Kurt laid down on his side, but he kicked the pillows to the floor so he could rest his hips by Blaine's head, his cock right in front of Blaine's face. He grabbed one of the pillows that had only made it to the edge of the bed and put it under his head.

When he was settled Blaine got the idea as Kurt let his hand run up his thigh, so Blaine scrambled around to put a leg on each side of Kurt's head. He rested on his knees and ran his hands from Kurt's knees and down his thighs, but the feeling of Kurt's warm breath on his folds only made it more excruciating to wait.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked with a shaky voice, and his hands caressing the hairs on the back of Blaine's thighs.

"Yeah. Yeah... I think so. Let's just – dive into it," Blaine said, not really sure what he was going to do, but he would be lying if he said that he hadn't thought about this over and over again. Even dreamed about it.

"I like that idea," Kurt said, and Blaine could just hear that he was smirking.

He didn't get to consider it any longer, though, because Kurt took a firm grip on his hips and started to lead him down over his mouth. Blaine followed the motion with his head reaching down for Kurt's cock right under his face, waiting for his mouth and tongue.

As Blaine felt a wet, broad sensation run over his open slit he lost control and bumped his face against Kurt's cock. He didn't even make it to spread his lips. He had now pre-come smeared over his nose, mouth and chin, but didn't get to feel embarrassed or panic because the tip of Kurt's tongue had reached his clit and his mouth was forming a wide 'O', a whine caught in his throat.

"Oh my god. Kurt -" he wailed as Kurt took one more trip between his folds, this time faster and harder, but still trying.

How was he supposed to concentrate on doing this right and good and not hurting his boyfriend when his boyfriend was currently doing – that!

He tryingly let his tongue out and licked his lips. The salty taste was bitter but not disgusting, so he let his tongue back out to take an insecure trip around Kurt's head, the effect more or less the same as it had been when Kurt hit his clit, because Kurt lost focus for a moment and his tongue was in his hole – inside his body.

Blaine whined and the 'O' was back, only this time he let it down to take in Kurt's head. The taste of bitter salt was now overwhelming but when he moved further down the dry taste of flesh mixed with saliva and pre-come was just so much Kurt and he had to stop a groan caught in his throat from how much it turned him on, for a moment wondering if the amount of fluids currently running from his pussy would be enough to actually hurt Kurt as he was trapped under him.

Kurt started lapping at his pussy, keeping his tongue broad and soft as it was caressing Blaine's labia. He sucked one of the full lips into his mouth, followed by the next – and fuck his clit was in Kurt's mouth.

He nearly choked on Kurt's dick as he bobbed his head down over the shaft way too fast from the pleasure spreading to his entire body. It was like he was in a trance, hypnotized by the tongue wetting everything between his legs. He could feel Kurt still trying around but going more confident with every lick, and Blaine could feel the muscles of his ass tense as his hole started working itself around nothing in a need to be stimulated.

Blaine was doing his best to work his tongue around the erection in his mouth. To spread his saliva as good as possible while his lips were sliding up and down, his tongue tracing the vein on the underside, but his head was spinning and it felt like juices were constantly filling his pussy in time with Kurt's lapping going faster and harder.

Without warning Blaine was taken by surprise and his mouth popped off Kurt's cock. He arched his back to push his cunt deeper onto Kurt's face with his head falling back with a loud "God Kurt yes!" when he felt Kurt's tongue dive directly into his hole as deep as he could – and he kept on flicking it up and down, his chin massaging Blaine's clit with every move of his appendage.

"Hmmm, Kurt- oh jesus, Kurt!" Blaine moaned as he nearly bashed his face into Kurt's head again. His jaws were locked in a soundless scream, and he couldn't stop his knees from gliding on the sheet, forcing Kurt's tongue deeper into his hole.

"Blaine, fuck – Blaine. If I'd known – it'd be this hot – done this – long time ago," Kurt moaned between broad licks up Blaine's entire sex. His lips and cheeks were wet and sliding over the folds and skin surrounding the tender, pink area – each time he reached the spot he sucked the clit into his mouth to let his tongue swipe around it before letting go again.

It was torture. Kurt's cock was bobbing up and down in front of him with every movement Kurt did, but his brain was locked in cramps from the feeling of Kurt's tongue working over his pussy. Without warning Kurt's hands slid from his knees, up his thighs and up to grab around his hips. His right hand worked its way over his ass.

"No, no, no – don't stop. God, Kurt don't stop," Blaine gasped desperately when Kurt backed his head into the pillow, his hot breath ghosting over Blaine, so open and exposed for Kurt to see all of him.

Suddenly Kurt's hand was cupping his cunt, heavy and warm to feel him, and Blaine could feel his juices wetting Kurt's palm the harder he pressed. Kurt slowly started moving his hand back and forth over him, Blaine whimpering with thighs feeling like acid was boiling through his muscles.

"You're so wet. I just wanna – stay here, and let you fill my mouth," Kurt hummed out.

Quickly, without Blaine having a chance to react, Kurt's mouth was locked around his entire pussy, sucking and tongue lapping hungrily over his hole and clit.

Blaine's elbows felt like jelly and he was a sobbing mess. He could feel a bead of sweat running from his hairline, tickling down over his temple to continue running down his jaw. It was like his skin was pulling itself together around his flesh and muscles in time with his inner walls clenching around Kurt's tongue.

Out of nowhere Kurt's mouth was fixated around his clitoris and two fingers were pushed aggressively into his heat. They crooked and scissored, Kurt sucking and humming around his clit when heat rolled like a tidal wave from the pit of Blaine's stomach to his crotch.

"Fuck Kurt, oh my god, keep going!" Blaine sobbed as he felt his toes curl. From the muscles of his thighs to his ass, his abs and his pecks – every single muscle in him following the tightening of his pussy walls around Kurt's fingers, making it impossible for Kurt to move them in anymore than a half-wiggling, but his mouth didn't let go.

And Blaine felt the wetness from his cunt down over Kurt's fingers. If he had been in possession of any sense he would have imagined how Kurt's face would be glistening and sticky from Blaine fucking coming on his fucking face, but all he saw was stars and all he heard was the growl escaping his lips.

"Wow. Blaine that was -" Kurt murmured, the vibrations from his voice making Blaine's oversensitive pussy tingle in a way that was nearly aching. He was still cramping around Kurt's fingers and Kurt's nose was ghosting over his skin, his breathing as well.

"Shit," Blaine whispered, unable to get anymore out because the only reason he was still holding himself up was because his elbows had locked, and his brain felt like it was stirring around his skull.

"Was that... was that okay?" Kurt stammered nervously, sounding like he hadn't even been present for what he had just been doing with his hands and – face.

"Kurt that was -" Blaine panted out, but all he could see was Kurt's cock right in front of his face; pink and eager, white pearls running down the slit as it was begging to be loved.

So Blaine did just that; he opened his mouth and let his lips sink down that pink, wet wonder and made his tongue follow it all the way down with the movement.

"Blaine!" Kurt wailed out, his hips bucking upwards to make his cock thrust into Blaine's mouth and Blaine just took it. He sucked and licked and bobbed his head up and down around his boyfriend's dick.

It wasn't until Kurt's whines stopped that Blaine realized that he had now dug his fingers into Blaine's ass and had pushed his face bag against his cunt, still soaking and throbbing for attention. He could feel sweat running down his back, between his cheeks and he couldn't stop moaning as Kurt's erection kept creeping further into his mouth, pushing against his tonsils and as wrong as it felt he never wanted it to stop.

His knees were sliding over the damp sheets and before he knew it his cunt was pressed down directly onto Kurt's face. His tongue was flicking furiously around inside Blaine's hole and his lower lip was massaging his clit with every motion of his jaws.

Kurt's cock was throbbing and pulsing in his mouth, his tongue harshly molding itself to the shape of his shaft, with his walls wetting and clenching around Kurt's tongue. His hips were struggling to move freely, but all he could do was let the fog take over his brain as his eyebrows searched for each other in the middle of his forehead.

Blaine was curling his fingers into the mattress, desperate to grip onto something, but the only thing that was for him was the taste of salt and Kurt's hot flesh, Kurt's dick heavy on his tongue and the spread of his lips around him as he was fighting to take as much in as possible.

When Kurt let his fingernails pierce into the skin of Blaine's ass he doubled the forces of his tongue circling around followed by hums and moans that had Blaine's muscles contract in spasms.

He couldn't anymore, he needed air; Blaine let his lips slip up to stay locked around Kurt's head as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked for dear life, constantly trying to avoid his lower body bumping up and down onto Kurt's face.

Suddenly it was like the feeling of Kurt in his mouth slightly changed and he could feel that something was on its way. He made a quick decision of letting Kurt's hips keep bobbing into his mouth, but got ready to take everything he had to give.

As the shaft started pulsing on his tongue he sucked and swallowed the best he could, feeling the salty liquid escape his mouth and run down his chin, but kept going as he emptied out Kurt.

It was like Kurt's come went straight to his pussy. He could feel himself going wetter than he had ever been and it was like his muscles were pumping it out of him as his walls kept clinging themselves to Kurt's tongue that barely could move inside of him by now. Kurt was swallowing as well, drinking down his juices and letting it fill his mouth and over his face.

Blaine's head was spinning, he couldn't see anything but dancing black spots. He felt Kurt's limp cock leave his mouth as his thighs were cramping with his ass pressing down onto Kurt's forehead, his nose digging into Blaine's scrotum.

"Oh my god, Kurt – fuck Kurt yes, baby, yes!" Blaine whined and let his forehead clasp against Kurt's thigh, his mouth open in a soundless scream of ecstasy that was taking over his entire body.

All of his muscles were tensed in pleasure as he started to feel like he was slowly melting down over Kurt, his lungs going overboard in the need for oxygen and his eyes impossible to keep open.

He forced his stiff limbs to move so he could remove himself from Kurt and drop to the bed with a heavy thump. They were both heaving for air and Blaine wondered if he was going to simply pass out from over exhaustion, and even if he did he wouldn't care.

His pussy felt empty and used, like he had been filled forever and only now released. His hole was fluttering around nothing with a throbbing ache in the longing as Kurt's tongue had left his body.

Suddenly he felt Kurt clumsily turning on the bed to crawl up and press his naked, sweaty body against Blaine's. He mushed his mouth onto Blaine's, the taste of his lips bitter and new, but his lips swollen and wet. His entire face was wet – soaked actually – in juices from Blaine's pussy and it shouldn't be hot but it was and all Blaine could do was kiss him back with eager, sloppy movements of his lips.

"Damn that was so good," Kurt moaned against him, his hand mindlessly running over Blaine's neck and chest, like he needed to feel every inch he could of his skin.

"I'm numb," Blaine grunted and couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back in his skull.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" Kurt asked, worrying lines peeking out on his forehead so Blaine folded his arm around his waist to pull him as close as possible regardless of the soreness in their bodies.

"Best feeling ever. It's like my body is flying – you know that sensation of getting to rest after a good dance rehearsal? That's my pussy right now. Your tongue is perfect," Blaine chuckled and opened his mouth to let his tongue into Kurt's mouth to caress the reason for his dazed brain.