"I... I'm ready. I think -" Kurt stammered through heavy breathing and eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn't have to face Blaine when coming to this grand admission. His entire body was shaking like a leaf and Blaine knew that Kurt would definitely hurt him if he was trying to have his hand in his underwear at this point.

Blaine positioned his torso over Kurt's and slowly let his hand run down his ribs, down to hold still on his hip where he gestured for Kurt to move up. They moved up so they were lying on the pillows and Kurt was so tensed up Blaine was starting to wonder if he would ever be lucky enough to un-knot his limbs.

"Okay. I'm gonna make you feel how beautiful you are, doll-face -" Blaine said, struggling to not sound like a horny old man, but it was close to impossible with Kurt under him so innocent and pure and untouched – until now.

Blaine let his hand run down Kurt's hip and down to palm flat over the fabric of his crotch. Kurt sucked in a sharp mouthful of breath, and Blaine did an internal gasp when he felt how warm and moist Kurt's underwear was right where his legs met.

"So pretty and perfect," he mumbled and let his hand go a little heavier on the spot and he could feel Kurt do a little twitch.

"Don't think, just let yourself feel. Allow yourself to feel good," Blaine tried, the tip of his middle finger now dipping a little where he could feel Kurt split, and oh god that had to be his folds opening to his clit. Blaine's mouth crashed onto Kurt's, needing to feel at least some sort of action for himself as he tried loosening up the boy before he could actually start doing something.

"It was your birthday... tell me how old you are?" Blaine asked, trying to make Kurt focus on something other than the fact that a stranger was currently touching his crotch more than he had ever done himself.

"Six...sixteen," Kurt stammered, and Blaine accidentally pressed his finger harder from the revelation, making Kurt squeeze his knees tighter with a moan.

This is so wrong, god it's so wrong – he's only a kid. But jesus christ if he isn't fucking hot and he feels so good, and he's do damn beautiful, I can't just let him go now, Blaine thought and thanked the higher powers that he didn't believe in higher powers – or conscious.

Blaine forced his hand to be still, not wanting to pressure Kurt now that they had finally reached this point, but to his surprise Kurt let his hand over Blaine's ribs and made it run down to his underwear. His fingertips ran under the waistband and held still there – and his hips bucked upwards, into Blaine's hand, silently begging for more, while the fingers of his other hand was tugging lightly at the curls on the back of his head.

"Is it okay? Underwear off?" Blaine asked carefully, his cock screaming at him that he needed to do something now or he would spill it everywhere and all of his training of holding back was useless in this moment, because for some reason this boy just pushed him to his limits.

"Y... you too, then -" Kurt stuttered.

Slowly Kurt hooked his fingers around the hem of Blaine's underwear and started pulling them down. Blaine continued to kiss him through it and let a hand down to help him so he wouldn't hurt anything on the way. It was faster done than he had expected, and it only took Blaine a second from his boxers hit the floor until he started working on Kurt's.

"I'm gonna make this easier for you. I'll show you how good you can feel. Tonight is all about you, doll-face -" Blaine mumbled through a kiss and moved over to straddle Kurt who gasped when Blaine's head hit his stomach and spread pre-come over the milky skin.

With one more deep kiss Blaine started kissing down Kurt's neck and over his chest. He licked his own pre-come off Kurt's abs, making Kurt blush and nearly giggle. Blaine continued kissing down, licking a stripe over his navel and down where Blaine had a soft trail of hair, but Kurt was completely clean, only soft, light hairs that were nothing anyone would ever notice if they didn't go as close as Blaine was at the moment.

With careful movements Blaine started taking off Kurt's cherry boxers. He nearly fucking sighed when he saw that smooth V. It was so much more than he had imagined. He hurried, maybe a little too eager, to let Kurt's boxers join his own on the floor.

He let his hands run down Kurt pecks, his fingers lightly touching his nipples, over his stomach and down his hips so he could let them down his thighs, silently asking for permission. With a little heave of breath Kurt carefully started spreading his legs.

Blaine couldn't tear his gaze away. Even though Kurt didn't touch himself, apparently he was still conscious enough about his pussy to keep it smooth and clean which only had Blaine swallow and an expectation of sweat starting to spread on his forehead any minute now.

"Relax, just relax. You're doing so good – you'll be rewarded now," Blaine cooed, his eyes trained on where Kurt's folds were starting to part. He could see the way his lips were glistening and the way his clit was still hidden behind a little sheath of skin. So precious and untouched.

To Blaine's surprise Kurt flung his hand down to grab around Blaine's that was now resting on his hip. Out of lack of knowing what else to do Blaine locked his hand around Kurt's, hoping it would serve as some sort of assurance that what he was about to do wasn't going to hurt.

He moistened his lips, stretched his neck and opened his mouth to gently let his tongue trace up the middle of Kurt's folds. The contact made Kurt express a weak sound like he was trying to hold in a moan, but the way his legs searched to spread wider felt like a sign that it was okay, so Blaine moved his knee between Kurt's.

Kurt obliged quickly and spread his legs enough for Blaine to lie completely between them. He lifted Kurt's one knee to let his foot steady on the bed underneath them so it was easier for Blaine. Now he had nearly complete view to everything that was Kurt's pussy and he couldn't wait to start working on it.

He stretched his tongue out again, and as he let it trail back up – this time pressing a little harder to find between the folds – he felt Kurt squeeze hard around his hand, but the sounds streaming from his mouth and the way his muscles seemed to ease only seemed like an indication that he was loosening up.

"Mhm, you don't even know how good you are down here. So beautiful and fresh. So gorgeous and sweet," Blaine said between licks as he continued to make his tongue take long, thick strokes.

Slowly Kurt lifted his stretched leg to mirror the other's position – he was welcoming Blaine in, opening for him, and wow was he open now.

Before he could stop himself Blaine fastened the pace of his tongue, he licked a little harder and faster up, feeling how hard Kurt's clit was and tryingly let the tip of his tongue flicker over it, making Kurt try to choke a whine but failing.

"You like that, doll-face? That's good?" Blaine asked, needing assurance that he wasn't going to be accused of rape in the morning, but not needing it enough to stop licking before he was told to.

"Yes. Yes, please... yes," the boy moaned weakly, clenching Blaine's hand so hard he thought there was an actual chance of Kurt stopping his bloodstream to his hand.

Blaine welcomed the invitation warmly and let his free hand up to make two fingers spread Kurt's folds. The smell of musk and lust hit his nostrils and went straight to his cock. He tryingly let the tip of his tongue down to dip into Kurt's entrance, so wet and tight, only waiting for him.

"Oh god!" Kurt groaned above him, and Blaine couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face from the sound.

Blaine made his tongue circle a little around the hole, Kurt stiffly writhing over him, but high pitched moans streaming from his mouth like a waterfall. His right leg fell down to lie, still bent, on the mattress to make him completely open and unshielded as Blaine started lapping eagerly.

The mix of taste and scent made Blaine's head spin. He had always known that boys with pussies was a major turn on for him but now that he was actually there he was sure he was about to lose control altogether.

He gave up technique and being careful and let his tongue go hard and broad with every lick from Kurt's hole and up to cover his entire pussy. He locked his lips around his clit to mouth over it for a moment with Kurt bucking his hips upwards to meet his mouth.

"Oh yes, that... that!" Kurt whined as Blaine let his tongue flicker lively over the hard nub.

But Blaine had other plans, so he let his tongue down to dig into Kurt's hole. Kurt hunched his hips into the feel, making Blaine's tongue go deeper. He angled his hand so he could let his index finger run through the juice from Kurt's hole before letting it up to massage his clit while running his tongue in circles inside of Kurt, making sure to reach all of his walls.

"Mhm, Blaine... Blaine, pleaseyessogood -" Kurt heaved, heavy breathing and hand clinging to Blaine's for dear life as his hole was tightening around Blaine's tongue.

This was it; this was the first time Blaine was ever going to make a pussy come, and the thought made him even more needy and excited for what he was doing.

He fastened the pace of his finger working over Kurt's hard clitoris. He started fucking his tongue in and out of the tight opening, eager to feel the way he would soon be trapped by the delicious hole he was working. His balls were pulsing from the taste filling up his tongue and mouth, but never in his life had he cared less about getting himself off.

"Yes. Come for me, beautiful. It'll feel so good. Just let go and please your gorgeous, tight, little pussy. Come on -" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's pussy as he licked up the soaked skin, desperate to take in as much of the juice as he could.

But it wasn't enough, so he removed his finger under whiny objection from Kurt, but quickly used the finger to push into his entrance instead.

"Oh... oh god... I can't – Blaine! Blaine, don't stop," Kurt blabbered in begging as Blaine started sucking on his clit and he could feel Kurt's pussy start to clamp down around his finger as he pumped it furiously in and out of him.

Within seconds Kurt's cunt was spasming and his legs were trembling, shaking. His knees tightened around Blaine's shoulders and his free hand rushed into Blaine's curls with a whine of "yess, more – yesss".

When Blaine stopped Kurt was panting over him. At first he honestly didn't know what to do about himself because he hadn't expected that feeling. Kurt's muscles eased back up, little by little, and his right leg fell to its previous position with knee bent and down on the mattress to be back open for Blaine to see it all.

To his delight the scent had only intensified now, and his eyes were watering from the need to reach release himself – but he couldn't stop it. The taste of Kurt already seemed like it was disappearing from his mouth and he needed it back, so he let his tongue back out and up Kurt's pussy.

"Mhm, oh... god," Kurt groaned and tugged on Blaine's curls.

Yeah, he wants it. He wants me. He doesn't want me to stop.

This time Blaine had his tongue instantly down to his hole. He licked around the rim, feeling the way he was opening and closing in anticipation of his newly experienced rush of pleasure. He didn't waste any time, but shoved his tongue as deep in as he could, determined to find Kurt's g-spot.

"Oh please don't stop, please -" Kurt begged and took a little firmer grip on Blaine's hair, causing his nose to bump against Kurt's clit and a whimper erupted from the back of Kurt's throat.

This definitely wasn't a problem, so Blaine continued to fuck his tongue into Kurt's pussy as he nuzzled his nose against the nub, hoping it was enough friction, because this time he wasn't going to let his tongue out of Kurt's hole for a second – he wanted to taste him come.

Every now and then Blaine sucked around his entrance and Kurt was impatiently moving his legs around on the bed, clearly not having any idea about what to do about himself. He was moaning and whimpering, endless streams of "more, more, please, yes" and "Blaine, so good, Blaine!"

Blaine felt like his face was on fire, and he was sure his bedspread was completely soaked where his cock was painfully resting against the fabric, but he needed Kurt to come again; he couldn't stop before he had made him come again.

His only choice was to run two fingers through the juices that had flooded down between Kurt's cheeks so he could make them up to rub against Kurt's clit.

This time he barely made it to touch before Kurt was screaming out weakly "oh Blaine yeah, yeah" and his walls were clinging to Blaine's tongue like they were refusing to ever let him go. The taste was bitter and Blaine knew that logically he shouldn't be enjoying it, but for some reason he couldn't get enough. It wasn't much, but it was enough to be covering his nose and mouth and he couldn't stop himself licking it up off Kurt's twitching cunt in front of him.

Kurt's thighs were so tensed Blaine thought he could go into cramp. His hand was clenching so hard around Blaine's that Blaine was unsure whether it was possible for them to unlock their fingers from one another and for a moment he wondered whether he would have to release Kurt's fingers from his hair himself.

After a minute of Blaine licking gentle cat-licks over Kurt's oversensitive pussy Kurt released his fingers from both his hand and his hair. He started stroking his hand over the back of Blaine's head, something none of Blaine's fucks had ever done before – but it felt nice so he didn't object.

Without knowing why he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Kurt's clit, making him whimper slightly, before he started moving up Kurt's body.

Kurt's eyes were closed, and a soft smile was spread over his face. (I put that smile there.) He didn't look tensed in the slightest anymore, on the contrary he looked rather peaceful – like all of his worries had disappeared, which Blaine saw as an accomplishment considering how worried he had been only 30 minutes earlier.

He pressed his body down onto Kurt's, and it didn't take long until Kurt let his hands slide up Blaine's back. He pressed his cock against Kurt's hip, and Kurt's blue eyes rushed open in shock. For a moment Blaine thought he saw fear, but it quickly transformed into trust.

He trusts me. He fucking trusts me. That's gotta be joke of the year.

Slowly he pressed a little harder down, but this time he let a hand down to grab around Kurt's knee. He stroke softly over it as he pressed his cock down to feel it go wet from the mix of his saliva and Kurt's come between Kurt's folds.

"Mhm, yeah – oooh," Kurt moaned and moved his head to catch Blaine's lips. Usually Blaine only used kisses to get people into bed, but he couldn't really say why he felt it important to keep kissing Kurt even as they were lying there naked already, he just did.

His shaft was rubbing through Kurt's wet slit, his clit dragging over the skin, making him needy for more, but god stupid condoms.

"Don't move," Blaine warned into Kurt's mouth as he moved a little as he reached out for the nightstand. He could feel Kurt following him with his eyes like he was afraid that Blaine was going to run out on him even though he was still pressed against him totally naked.

With trained expertise Blaine found out a condom from the drawer. He carefully bit it open and had it out of the package in no time. Kurt's breath hitched so Blaine leaned down to press a kiss to his mouth before he reached a hand between them to grab around his throbbing cock.

He skillfully had the rubber piece rolled in place and when he turned back to meet Kurt's eyes he found terror.

"Don't be scared. It's gonna be okay. It might hurt a bit, but it'll feel good. I promise," Blaine said with his most convincing voice, surprised that he was even able to get a word out anymore now that he was so close to what he had been needing for so damn long.

Considering how he had just lied he should feel like an asshole, and he knew that perfectly well – but if he hadn't lied maybe Kurt would never have agreed to it, and then some other prick would have come along and lied to him and not been making him feel good after the pain that would undoubtedly come, so in reality Blaine was doing him a favor. At least that was how he chose to see it.

"Just... do it. Please be careful," Kurt pleaded, his eyes scared and brimming with tears. Even when he was about to cry he looked beautiful, and maybe some day Blaine would hate himself for this, but right now he couldn't bring himself to think about anything but how much he needed to be in him.

He nodded in assurance and brushed Kurt's hair away from his forehead. Then he guided Kurt's leg around to support on his back, making him even more open than he had ever been before. Blaine took a steady grip around his cock and faced that for the first time in his life he was about to fulfill his biggest fantasy.

He lined himself up and guided his head to slowly press against Kurt's entrance.

Kurt's chest was working heavily up and down, close to hyperventilating, but Blaine didn't stop. He pressed a little more, and watched as Kurt's eyes squeezed tightly, slowly pushing a little harder to get through that first tough part of his entrance.

"Oh... oh, Blaine – oh my god," Kurt whined, and this time it definitely wasn't of pleasure.

His eyes were screwed up and he was biting his lower lip hard. His nails were digging into Blaine's back and Blaine could sense the way his Adams Apple was working in his throat. He could see sweat was starting to bead on Kurt's forehead, just like he could feel it on his own, but he knew that it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room or their bodies.

It was totally selfish, but Blaine didn't care. He pushed deeper, considering to maybe just snap forward so he could go all the way in, but that could cause a slap to his face, and while he definitely was into that he was pretty sure a slap wouldn't be a good sign this time around.

"It hurts so much. Please. Stop, stop, Blaine -" Kurt cried, and now the tears had found their way over the edge of his eyes and down his cheeks.

"It's only a moment, it's gone soon. Then I'll make you feel so much better than I did before. You're gonna thank me for this. Come on, be strong for me, doll-face," Blaine blabbered out, and let himself sink all the way in, to the sound of Kurt's panting crying.

"Shhh, it's not so bad, is it? Just take a moment to get used to it. Remember when I fucked you with my finger and my tongue before? I'll make you feel so much better than that, just give it time, sweetheart," Blaine said under his breath as he pressed kisses to Kurt's face.

Tears were still rolling down Kurt's cheeks, but when he looked back to Blaine there was this look of trust again, and it was too fucking much. Either he fucked him hard now, or he would have the kid leave, because all of this comfort-shit was starting to be way over the top for a fucking one-night-stand and he hadn't even come yet.

"Do... do it. Move. Anything. Make it go away," Kurt sobbed and hid his face against Blaine's shoulder, placing trembling kisses against his naked skin.

He didn't need to be told twice, and Blaine leaned down to rest his forehead against Kurt's shoulder. He took a second to let himself for the first time concentrate on the sensation it was that his cock was currently buried inside the pussy of a beautiful young boy, a pussy where no cock had ever been – nothing but his fingers and his tongue had ever been allowed in there, and now his dick was the one to stretch him so open that he was crying and begging for more.

Slowly Blaine spread his knees for leverage as he moved his ass back, Kurt's heel digging helplessly into the top of his crack, before he snapped forwards to a sobbing "oh god" muffled by the movement of his arm as he supported his entire body wait to not be too heavy on the fragile boy under him.

He repeated the motion carefully a few times until the sobs and whimpers died out and turned more breathy. He could hear and feel that Kurt's breathing wasn't as hitched and scared anymore, so he turned his head to kiss him under his jaw, Kurt moving his head quickly to press his lips open-mouthed against Blaine, his tongue immediately finding its way into Blaine's mouth.

"More. Please," Kurt requested breathy between kisses, and as if his entire world snapped Blaine picked up a pace.

He let himself feel the joy of his cock dragging in and out of the slickness, the sound of his hips slapping against Kurt's thigh. not even loud but distinct through the heavy mix of their breathing and Kurt's whispering for more.

"Yes. God yes, birthday-boy. Fuck! Your pussy is so good," Blaine breathed into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt whimpered in response, his pussy tightening around Blaine's cock in a way no asshole had ever done before. He knew that it wouldn't take much for Kurt to come, but the condom provided a slight barrier and he was sure he could go a little more himself, so he arched his back to avoid pressing against Kurt's clit, needing him to keep going, to keep tightening but not going cold on him yet.

"I'm just crazy about your pussy. It's so warm and wet, and it's so fucking perfect for my cock," Blaine groaned into Kurt's mouth as he kept moving in and out of the slick heat.

His balls felt like it was turning inside of him, and the way Kurt's pussy was hugging around him made his brain feel like he was about to lose himself, but he kept it up.

He let his hand slide down Kurt's thigh, down to grab his ass before sliding it back up. Kurt was clenching around his dick, and he knew that he had to be sensitive now. The small outburst of "yeah, mhm, yes" and "ah, ah, ahhh Blaine more" was like torture into his ear and he couldn't let him die out in complete pain.

Quickly Blaine had pressed his pelvis back down so with ever drag his pelvis was rubbing against Kurt's clit, and it only took a few seconds before Kurt clenched both of his legs around the lower of Blaine's back. He was clinging to him with both hands locked around his shoulders and a sound that was a mix of "Blaine, Blaine, yessss" and sobbing filled Blaine's ear from Kurt's teeth nearly digging into his shoulders.

Blaine had never experienced anyone tightening so hard around him. Kurt's pussy was squeezing and spasming, holding onto his dick like he never wanted to let him go and Blaine just kept going. He was thrusting himself in and out.

"No, no, Blaine -" Kurt heaved, so Blaine moved his hand down to grab the root of his cock to pump himself finished with the head still hugged tightly by Kurt's worn out cunt.

"Fuck, Kurt! Feel how good your pussy is to me, yes, baby!" Blaine groaned as he spilled inside the condom, never in his life had he felt a release like that and he was nearly afraid to let go.

He did let go, though. He let himself fall down on top of Kurt who, to his surprise, was still holding his arms around him. Blaine was seeing light spots dancing on the inside of his closed eyelids, so he waited a moment while seeking for breath. For some reason Kurt placed a kiss to his neck, and Blaine had to remind himself that this kid was one who probably hadn't even watched porn, considering how clueless he had been about anything at all.

"Jesus fucking christ, that little cunt of yours is a goddamn wonder," he groaned before reaching down to grab his dick gently so he could fight to get to his knees, where he watched as Kurt's folds sweetly let his cock go before he tied up the rubber without letting a single drop fall to soil his bedspread.

He stroke his hand absentmindedly up and down Kurt's thigh a few times before he got to his feet and staggered towards the bathroom. He didn't even bother turning the lights on but let the condom drop into the trash before washing his hands. For a moment he wondered if his fingers would still taste and smell like pussy, but he was too tired to experiment, so he washed his hands and threw some water in his face. He considered how it would be the easiest to break to the kid that he was going to call him a cab now, but supposed he would just play it by ear when he got back to the bedroom. Maybe he was already getting dressed – the boy wasn't stupid after all.

When Blaine returned to his bedroom he definitely hadn't expected this; the boy was asleep on his bed. He was still stark naked, but had turned to lie on his side so he was curled up to resemble a kitten with his knees nearly resting against his chest and his toes curled.

What the hell – Blaine thought, way too exhausted to bother waking him up and face the tears that undoubtedly would be spilled from him being kicked out in the middle of the night.

He went to the closet and found out a blanket that he spread out over the sleeping boy on his bed. As the blanket hit his torso Kurt grabbed around the edge of it, accidentally grabbing around Blaine's fingers as well and a small smile filled his face with a soft "mhm"- sound.

Blaine went to the living room where he got himself a drink and took a look over the city skyline. For a moment he thought about sleeping on the couch for the night, but then he figured that no way if any teenager was going to kick him out of his own bed, so he put the glasses used over the evening in the kitchen and turned off the light before returning to the bedroom.

"Just because your pussy is sent from above doesn't mean you can take up the whole bed," Blaine grunted and pushed a little at Kurt so he could pull the bedspread out from under him. He folded it up and let it fall to the floor in front of the closet as usual and pulled the sheets out under Kurt.

The boy was impressively easy to manipulate around in his sleep, so it wasn't long before Blaine had the covers over both of them. As he laid down on his pillow he wondered what the hell had gotten into him to let some stranger sleep in his bed, but when he could sense the taste of the kid's pussy rolling over his tongue he figured it was all worth it.