When they entered the apartment Blaine flicked on the light and locked the door after them. Kurt slowly followed him down the hall to the living room where he stayed in the door and stared at Blaine as he turned on the lamp in the corner with the most dimmed lighting. Hopefully Kurt would fall for the mood-setting.

"You can take off your coat. I'm not going to rape you or anything," Blaine said and walked to the end of the room. He walked around the bar to see what he had and realized that he wasn't even sure Kurt would be up for alcohol – the drink he had ordered at F&F did not look like anything alcoholic.

Kurt was shifting between his feet for a moment as he took a look around the room. Carefully he started opening the buttons on his coat before he slid it off and folded it over his arms in front of him. It wasn't until then Blaine noticed the way his boots were slicking their way up his legs, fitting tightly around them and make them look like they went on forever.

I need to lick up his legs. God, I bet his legs are smooth and soft and perfect, Blaine thought.

"So... what do you wanna drink?" he asked, watching Kurt's eyes seek around the paintings and designer furniture. It was hard to tell when his face was mostly covered in shadows, but to Blaine's satisfaction he seemed impressed.

"I uhm... I don't know. Just – I'll have whatever you're having," Kurt stammered and looked surprised to even be asked.

Blaine fixed two glasses of whiskey with ice, not expecting Kurt to even finish it, but he didn't intend on bringing the boy anything other than what he had asked for.

He crossed the parquet floor and put the glasses on the coffee table before he sat down on the couch. He glanced up at Kurt who was looking like an abandoned puppy.

"You can sit down, you know. That's sort of what couches are for," Blaine said and gestured for Kurt to sit down next to him. He grabbed his own glass and pretended to not care, but in reality he was waiting for Kurt to move.

After a moment of silence Kurt insecurely sat down at the edge of the sofa with his eyes trained on the glass in front of him. He carefully reached out and took the glass, sitting with it in his hands and staring at it like he was expecting it to be poisonous.

Blaine sighed and turned so his torso was facing Kurt, he carefully let a hand onto Kurt's knee, making Kurt do a small twitch in his seat.

"Kurt, listen – I know that I'm a great deal older than you. But I wouldn't do anything you don't wanna do. I promise. Sure, when I first saw you I couldn't think about anything but... no, you don't wanna hear that. But when I invited you back here it was because you seemed lonely and like you needed to relax. I didn't drug your drink, so – relax," Blaine tried softly, feeling every inch of him growing more and more impatient.

Kurt still looked like a deer caught in headlights, but he slowly let his glass to his mouth. He took a little sip and nearly spit it over the table as he coughed. His entire face was screwed up, and in the middle of Blaine's lust and need to just rip his clothes of he couldn't help chuckle at the way his nose scrunched from the expression.

"It's okay. Whiskey isn't for everyone -"

"It's... I'm fine. I'll just – I just need to get used to it," Kurt objected and took a mouthful in. His face screwed up again and his eyebrows furrowed over his nose. However, he swallowed the whole thing and let his mouth hang open for a moment.

"So uhm... do you take a lot of boys back here? How many stains would I find if I held an ultraviolet lamp over this couch?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was taken aback by his direct question. Apparently alcohol was the right potion to get him to come out of his shell.

"Trust me – no one gets to stain this couch. It's sacred – it's Italian," Blaine pointed out and happily noticed how Kurt had relaxed a little, and he hadn't moved away from Blaine's hand on his knee.

He figured he could take it a little further and let his hand casually drift a little down his thigh. Before he knew it his hand was softly seated on Kurt's denim covered leg and he could nearly feel the sweetness of closeness to that spot that was filling up his mind.

"I – I've never done this before. Went home with anyone. Actually, I've never been in a place where I could go home with anyone like this – and no one has actually ever wanted to take me home," Kurt blabbered out when his eyes caught Blaine's hand on his thigh.

"What? Are you serious? But you're so... gorgeous," Blaine said, strongly emphasizing how much of an offense he found it to be that no one could have hit on Kurt before him.

"Give it up, okay – quit the act. You just wanna get into my pants, and I'm not letting you, so stop lying to me about how attractive you find me because it won't get you anywhere," Kurt said and rolled his eyes before throwing down the rest of his drink.

In a risky moment Blaine figured that if he wanted to get any further with Kurt he had to cross a few boundaries. He moved so close to Kurt that they were nearly rubbing against each other and took a little firmer grip around the muscle of his. With as close as Blaine's face was to Kurt's now there was no way Kurt could escape his eyes, and Blaine could feel the scent of whiskey streaming from Kurt's slightly open mouth.

"I think you need a reality-check. You need to learn how amazing you are – now, I don't know you, but I can tell you that you are damn hot, fucking beautiful – and that is not an act," Blaine said under his breath and crossed the short distance between them so he could press his mouth onto Kurt's.

It was like the first time Blaine kissed him. Kurt went completely stiff in his seat, but as Blaine slowly started to brush his thumb soothingly over his leg he eased up and let himself fall into the kiss. He wasn't sure whether it was stupid to do so, but when he felt Kurt reciprocate the kiss he let himself go a little more forceful.

He let his hand slide down to grab around Kurt's and led it to his crotch. He felt Kurt gasp into his mouth as he squeezed Kurt's fingers around his erection. He nearly came from the sensation of the slight touch, but held himself back.

"This... would anyone unattractive do this? I can tell you, I've wanted you all night – and baby, I don't do unattractive. Take a look around; I have pretty high standards," Blaine moaned against Kurt's lips, careful not to let their hands move wrong for a nano-second, because that would cause a catastrophe in his pants.

"I... god," Kurt groaned and suddenly he was over him.

Kurt let his palm tryingly cup around Blaine's dick as he moved his lips powerfully and needy, like he had been needing to do this, but had never been allowed. Like a teenage-girl on her first bender.

With a smooth movement Blaine let his hand off Kurt's and down to slide down Kurt's body. He slid it up his arm to cup his face, and let the other run down his chest to massage his thumb lightly at his hip before sliding it over his thigh. To his surprise Kurt didn't back out of his touch, so he figured he was allowed to take it a little closer.

Blaine's hand between Kurt's tightly squeezed together legs. He slowly moved it up to his crotch where he carefully cupped around the zipper. God, it felt good.

Only one thing was running around his brain; there's no cock here, no dick, nothing – nothing but an opening I am sure I can make fit around my own dick!

He tryingly started to rub his hand up and down, feeling Kurt's legs twitch around his hand, but before he knew it Kurt slowly let his hands slide slightly apart to make room for Blaine to work his hand better.

"Let me make you feel beautiful. Let me show you how... fuck, how much I want you. I can make you feel so good," Blaine groaned into the kiss, not even caring that Kurt's hand between his legs was unskilled and awkward in his touches.

"No... no one's ever..." Kurt said apologetically, his chest rising and falling like he was sprinting when Blaine started kissing down his neck, with his tongue licking lightly over the skin between kisses.

"No one's ever what? Seen you there? Touched you there? It doesn't matter... I never touched anyone there either. But I'm sure we can learn fast if do it together," Blaine tried.

He was on the edge of explosion. Stupid jeans might make the boy's ass look perky and perfect, but right now they were only in the way. It was impossible for Blaine to feel anything except for the fact that there was no erection – it was torture.

"I'll make you feel so good you won't ever want to stop again. I promise. You know that feeling when you touch yourself? Yeah, multiply it by a gazillion -" he pushed, and happy to feel that Kurt was still trying to get a hold of how to work him through his pants.

"I never... touched myself," Kurt admitted and it was like he shrunk in Blaine's arms. He moved a little back, looking like he was expecting Blaine to throw a fit.

This was certainly a first in all ways. Regardless of how much all of Blaine's fucks were virgins he was pretty sure all of them had got themselves off one way or another before hooking up with him. Everyone was curious about their body, everyone was horny as hell for action.

"You never... okay, it's fine. How about we... go to my bedroom and – no wait, let me finish," Blaine said and grabbed Kurt's hand to squeeze it as he started to open his mouth to argue.

"I will strip you of all of these layers, and I will strip me of all of my layers – and we can just stay in our underwear. I'll let you lead the way, I'll let you take it the speed you want it. I just... can't wrap my mind around how this amazing body of yours have never been appreciated the way it was meant to be," Blaine continued, afraid he needed to be fast if he wanted to avoid Kurt curling back in on himself.

Kurt searched his eyes for a moment. He let his eyes flicker to his coat on the armrest next to him, before he looked back to Blaine and squeezed his hand back.

"Where... where to?" He asked, his voice nearly inaudible.

Blaine felt a grin spread over his face and a twitch in his cock as he got to his feet and made Kurt get up with him. He led him through the room and through a door where Kurt's eyes widened by the sight.

The bedroom was the one place in the apartment where there were least furniture. In the middle of the room against the back-wall was a kingsize bed. It had a frame in mahogany and was covered in dark, golden sheets of fine Egyptian cotton and large pillows. The nightstands on either side of the bed was of the same wood as the bed-frame, and a set of elegant lamps were on the small tables. On the right wall was a pair of huge slide-doors in dark matted glass, and on the other wall was the slightly open bathroom door and a dresser with neatly arranged black candles on. Next to where they had just entered from the living room a big flatscreen TV was hanging on the wall. Over the dresser was a piece of artwork with a silver old school microphone surrounded by paintbrush strokes matching the colors of the room hanging on the wall as the only decoration of the room.

"Is this okay for you?" Blaine asked and walked into the room where he started taking off his blazer. He slid open one of the glass doors and neatly hung up the blazer before he turned around to see if Kurt was back to speech again.

"This is... wow -" he said shyly.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and started unbuttoning his shirt as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but on the inside he was secretly relieved that Kurt was impressed. He wasn't sure he would be able to talk the boy into undressing on a bed he didn't find appropriate.

He bent down to take off his shoes and place them in the closet on a shelf that mostly looked like a designer shoe store. Blaine watched Kurt's eyes following his every move whenever he was near the closet, only affirming his suspicion that this was a boy who didn't take a cheap knock-off.

As soon as Blaine was stripped to only his underwear, his cock hard and throbbing, he walked back towards Kurt with slow steps.

He started out by carefully removing his scarf, good thing he had already managed to loosen it earlier. He folded it neatly and put it on the dresser. He folded his hand around Kurt's and made him come to the dresser with him, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere tonight if he let his clothes go to the floor.

Blaine softly started kissing him. He could feel that Kurt didn't know what to do with his hands, so Blaine started to let his fingers run up his arms. By the time he reached his shoulders he started to run his palms over his collarbones and down his chest until he reached the edge of his waist-coat. He slowly started unbuttoning the black fabric and had it off way faster than he had dared to hope for.

When the waist-coat had joined the scarf on the dresser Blaine made his hands down to the bottom of Kurt's white blouse. He tryingly let his hands under, (Wow, his skin is soft!) making a whimpering sound escape from Kurt's lips, before Blaine started pulling it over his head, careful not to ruin his hair.

Jesus I hope I can get him to put out after this, Blaine thought and felt the way his pre-come was wetting his underwear.

Kurt carefully let his hands up Blaine's arms when Blaine started kissing down his neck again. He was still tensed, but clearly trying to make himself relax. His hands were slightly trembling and his breathing were hitched, so Blaine stroke soothingly up and down his back before he made his hands around to work on his belt.

"It's okay. No need to be nervous. You're so gorgeous," he breathed over the skin on Kurt's neck.

Luckily his experience made him easy around locks and had both Kurt's belt and jeans open in a heartbeat. He let his fingers down the opening of Kurt's pants on his hips and slowly let them find their way down his ass, making them nearly crawl down.

"You need to open your boots or I can't take off your pants," Blaine smiled and licked a stripe over the salty skin.

"Yes. I'll just... oh -" Kurt stammered and quickly went from trembling to shaking.

"Hey – relax. We have all night. Get on the bed and I'll fix it," Blaine said, internally rolling his eyes at how long this stupid one-night-stand was taking him. At the time he had wasted on Kurt even being in his apartment he could have made some random guy come twice.

He gently helped Kurt over to sit down on the bed. He pressed an assuring kiss to his mouth before he softly made Kurt fall down to lie flat on the bed. He made his index finger trace down the middle of Kurt's chest, feeling the gooseflesh spread over the pale skin, and down over his leg and knee to stop at the edge of the boot.

He slowly slid down the zipper and made the boot carefully off Kurt's leg, not caring that this one fell to the floor, before he repeated the motion on the other side.

With both boots lying on the floor there was nothing to hinder his jeans from coming off, so Blaine journeyed back up Kurt's legs so he could grab around the hem of the pants and started to pull them down. At first he feared that Kurt was going to resist, but he closed his eyes and lifted his hips off the bed so Blaine easily could get them off him.

He got off his socks, and as he got the jeans completely off Kurt he folded them and laid them on top of the boots, still not touching the soft rug of the bedroom floor.

Blaine kissed the insides of Kurt's knees before he slowly journeyed back up Kurt's body so he could lie down next to him on the bedspread. Kurt was squeezing his knees together and Blaine nearly expected him to cross his legs, but he stayed still without so much as looking at Blaine, making Blaine have clear view to where he shouldn't be staring but he couldn't tear his eyes away from where he usually found a bulging erection, but this time there was nothing but a smooth surface, and the knowledge of what was waiting for him underneath made his mouth close to salivate.

He wanted to give him a moment to get used to the feeling of not being clothed in front of someone to not scare him away now that he had finally got him so far, but it took him every drop of self-respect to not pull out his cock and simply jerk off against the boy next to him.

"Are you okay? Maybe if I – kiss you, you won't have to think so much, so you can get comfortable," Blaine suggested softly, his index finger back to running down Kurt's torso.

Kurt turned his head to let his eyes meet Blaine's. For whatever idiotic reason Blaine was glad that the only light he had kept to light up the room was the dimmed lighting streaming from the door to the living room. He was pretty sure Kurt wouldn't have been so easy to undress if the room had been fully lit.

"K... kiss me. Please," Kurt said weakly, his eyes huge with fear and embarrassment. For a moment Blaine nearly thought he was going to feel sorry for the boy.

Blaine moved a little closer and let his hand end to rest on Kurt's hip. He moved his torso in over Kurt's and leaned down to press his mouth onto his.

For a few seconds their lips were moving slowly against each other until Blaine was completely thrown off guard by Kurt's trembling hand cupping his neck and his other hand running up his arm. Slowly, but steady, Kurt started moving his lips a little harder against Blaine's and before he knew it his tongue was on its way into Kurt's mouth, the soft muscle massaging against Kurt's.

Suddenly Blaine thought Kurt was going to move away, but instead he moved to lie on his side so he – oh god finally! - press his body against Blaine's.

Blaine took the chance and let his hand from Kurt's hip and onto the lower of his back so he could press their crotches closer together. Kurt moaned from the feeling when his pelvis was pressed up against Blaine's cock, and the sound was enough to make Blaine have to struggle to keep in a whimper himself.