When Blaine woke up he was confused. Someone was holding around him, spooning him. He was just about to have a fit and order that someone to get the hell out when the night started coming back to him.

Oh yeah. That beautiful boy. He had eaten his pussy and fucked him before the kid fell asleep in his bed. The guy was gorgeous as hell and... only just turned 16. Holy shit, that was nearly a crime!

Kurt moved a little and his mouth was just at Blaine's ear where he expressed a sleepy moan that ran straight to Blaine's cock. Even asleep that little motherfucker was sexy as shit and he didn't have a goddamn clue about it.

"Time to wake up. Gotta get you out," Blaine yawned and padded Kurt's arm a little, hoping it would be good enough to wake him up.

"Mhm, you feel so good," Kurt mumbled dozily and pressed his body close to Blaine's.

Yes, that was unmistakeably Kurt's pussy pressing against Blaine's ass. And he was wet. So – damn – wet.

Blaine twisted himself around to let his semi-erect dick push against Kurt's pussy, making Kurt draw a sharp breath. It didn't take long before he was fully erect, his shaft covered in Kurt's labia, already slick from his juices covering their skin.

"Mhm, so do you," he groaned with a hand on Kurt's back to press them closer together.

"I'm sore – from last night," Kurt said insecurely and opened his eyes. He looked like he was afraid that Blaine was going to get angry with him, but he also looked like he had won some sort of prize over the night. Nothing Blaine was going to argue about.

"That's good. Means you're not a virgin anymore," Blaine assured him with a crooked smile and reached his hand down between them.

He pulled a little away and let his hand run over Kurt's pussy. He was wet – more like soaking. Kurt moaned lowly but his hips moved into Blaine's hand and Blaine's fingers slipped between his folds.

Without warning Kurt's mouth was pressed against Blaine's. It was definitely against all kind of policy Blaine had to kiss someone after he had fucked them, but this boy was different and Blaine was currently in the middle of rubbing his cunt again, so he figured it would be alright to bend the rules once more.

He slipped his hand a little up so he could rub over Kurt's clit. Before he could react Kurt had swung his leg over Blaine's hip, making it much easier for Blaine to work, so he saw that as an open invitation to continue his ministrations.

"More, Blaine, please," Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as Blaine slipped two fingers inside the tight heat.

Since this was so fucking hot and Kurt was begging for more Blaine surely wasn't one to deny him what he wanted, so he crook his fingers and Kurt keened against his body.

"My cock... Kurt -" Blaine groaned, no plans on repeating the long waiting from the night before.

"I... I... Blaine -" he mewled into his mouth with his voice high pitched and his body trembling into Blaine's touch.

"Doesn't have to feel like a pro or anything. Just do it. Fuck, Kurt, take my cock dammit!" He demanded and rubbed his thumb over the hard nub that made Kurt whine highly.

To Blaine's surprise he awkwardly grabbed around Blaine's dick. He started swiping, insecure and harshly, but it didn't matter because Blaine had his fingers in Kurt's pussy and Kurt was at least trying to fist around him.

"There. Right there. Don't stop!" Kurt whimpered and slowly upped the pace of his hand. Blaine couldn't help biting down on his lower lip because the whole situation was so freaking hot, and it took all he had to not just push Kurt's hand away so he could fuck his pussy senseless.

"Kurt – your little cunt is so tight. I just wanna fuck it so hard. So perfect and warm," spilled from Blaine's mouth, joined by a choir of Kurt's moans and whines.

Blaine crook his fingers and let his thumb run in tight little circles over Kurt's clit. Kurt wasn't terribly bad at what he was doing, but it sure wasn't enough to make him come either, so instead Blaine concentrated all of his energy into making Kurt come.

"One day you're gonna be so ready, and I will just make your sweet little pussy take my cock so hard. It's so beautiful and delicious. Your cunt is the best. I just wanna eat you out forever," Blaine blabbered out and listened to every single one of Kurt's whimpers.

"Blaine, Blaine – close, god, I'm so close," Kurt whimpered needy against Blaine's shoulder, his teeth nearly digging into the skin. Kurt's hand was still clumsily working around him but it didn't matter because he grazed his fingertips one last time over the right spot while his thumb was rubbing furiously on Kurt's clitoris.

"Don't hold back, birthday-boy. Let it hit you," Blaine encouraged breathy into his ear, not even caring that Kurt's hand had stopped moving around his cock but was now simply holding and squeezing it.

"Oh yessss. There. Yessss," Kurt hissed, the high pitched whine muffled against Blaine's naked skin. His walls were clenching around Blaine's fingers as he kept going, and Blaine could feel every muscle in his body tighten against Blaine.

Kurt's heel was digging painfully into Blaine's ass, and just when Blaine thought that his whine and extreme clenching would go on forever he eased up his keening and reduced to a wild panting as he slumped boneless into Blaine's arms.

"Happy birthday, doll-face" Blaine murmured as he let his fingers carefully exit Kurt and slide up his overly sensitive pussy. He made sure to spread the wetness of Kurt's own juicers as far up his skin as he possibly could – feeling like he was showing off his victory from having caused that wetness to even appear.

Kurt's fingers slowly released themselves from Blaine's dick, his lungs still fighting for oxygen. He carefully opened his eyes, the blue meeting Blaine's victorious smirk.

"Oh god. That was..."

"Incredible? Glorious? Mindblowing?" Blaine offered, his cock still hard as rock but he could take care of that later.

"I was thinking new, but... god!" Kurt burst out and Blaine couldn't help seeing the little lights filling his eyes. The corners of Kurt's mouth were so high he expected them to never go down again, and the pale, even skin was now busied by flushed, rosy spots.

Before either could say or do anymore all blood left Kurt's face and his body turned completely stiff on the bed. Within a split second he had wrapped the covers around him and was running from the bed, out of the bedroom and through the living room.

Kurt's phone was ringing. Blaine got to his feet and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, shooting himself a satisfied grin in the mirror and headed for the living room where he found Kurt on the couch, hugging the sheets around him.

"Dad, calm down. I'm fine – no... Yes, I'll come home now," Kurt mumbled into the phone, visibly upset but trying to cover it from Blaine by avoiding his eyes.

Sixteen. He's only fucking sixteen – Blaine thought and knew that he should feel guilty and sick, but he honestly couldn't. He didn't regret a single thing, because the feel of those slick walls clinging to him made everything else insignificant.

"You're gonna send your daddy after me now?" Blaine asked and, still naked, walked towards Kurt. He could sense that Kurt was doing his best to hold his eyes on his face, but couldn't help letting them flicker down his exposed body, his cock still flushed and semi-hard.

"I didn't tell him where I am. I never lied to my dad before," Kurt said with his phone still clenched in his hand. He shot a look around the room, for the first time in daylight, to keep himself from staring too obviously at Blaine's naked frame.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. I guess you'll be gone when I'm finished," Blaine declared and only heard Kurt mumbled a silent "okay" as he was already on his way towards the bedroom.

When he was in the bathroom there was one thing he couldn't stop thinking about as he turned on the water; he had to fuck the boy properly. That sad excuse for sex that had happened the night before was nothing, and he needed it – craved it.

As the water was streaming down over him to cleanse away the night of bad music followed by licking and fucking he could still recall the taste of the boy's sweet vagina on his tongue and remember the feel of how it had been hugging around his cock.

He hadn't had any release this morning and his dick was throbbing, so he took a firm grip around the shaft right under the rim. He thrust his hand aggressively around his erection until he leaned against the tiles with a growl of "FUCK!" and spilled down himself, images of the open folds and the scent of dripping pussy pushing him hard over the edge.

He watched the pearly white liquid mix with the bathwater and wash down the drain. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and get a hold of his limbs before he started washing himself off.

As he left the shower he dried off the worst and wrapped the towel around himself. When he entered the bedroom the bed was made and if he hadn't known better he wouldn't have ever guessed that a stranger had slept in his bed overnight. This kid was playing good cards.

"What the -" Blaine exclaimed when he had pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and entered the living room.

The boy was still there. He was fully dressed, coat and everything, sitting on the edge of the couch with his phone in his hands. He looked nervous and practically jumped from the sound of Blaine's voice as he had come up from behind.

"I... I'm sorry. I called a cab, but they said they couldn't have one here until in an hour, and it's really cold outside. I think it's about to snow, so I figured it would be okay for me to wait here -" Kurt blabbered insecurely out, his hands turning nervously in his lap in front of him.

Great, just great. Now he had to deal with that too, and play babysitter as well! Blaine rolled his eyes and pursed his lips with a dissatisfied grunt before he turned on his heel and returned to the bedroom.

He found out a pair of jeans and a blouse. He pulled a cardigan over and found a coat, a scarf and a pair of shoes matching and fitting the critical weather.

"Come on, kid. I'll drive you home. You can't stay here -" Blaine groaned and grabbed his keys from the coffee table.

He didn't look but he could hear Kurt scrambling off the couch and to his feet so he could follow Blaine down the hall. When he reached the door he waited, holding it open for Kurt so he could close and lock up before leaving.

Neither said anything. Kurt just followed Blaine's lead and got into the Lexus he saw Blaine unlock. He sat perfectly mute in the passenger seat with his legs closed, but it was very obvious that he was sore between his legs because he didn't hold them too tight closed.

Blaine asked where to and Kurt gave him an address at the other end of town, now making sense of why he couldn't just have walked or taken the bus since it would have taken him and hour – probably two in that weather.

"So – I see you have an eye for quality," Blaine said and nodded at the trademark McQueen scarf around Kurt's neck.

His boots were Doctor Martens and his coat Vivienne Westwood. The evening before Blaine noticed his button-up was Marc Jacobs and his underwear as well. The kid knew his brands and how to work them the best way possible.

"Rich parents?"

Somehow he already knew this answer to his question. There was no way this kid had rich parents. If he did he wouldn't have seemed so impressed by Blaine's apartment and clothes the night before, or his car this morning.

"An eye for bargains," Kurt corrected him and Blaine knew that he had a chance of succeeding the plan that had been brewing in the back of his mind all morning.

He pulled in at the side of the road and stopped the car. He turned to face Kurt who was staring at him with huge, confused eyes – looking like he was ready to reach for a rape-whistle or something. Blaine nearly chuckled at how goddamn idiotic it was.

"I thought you were going to take me home," Kurt said and, possibly subconsciously, moved a little closer to the door – away from Blaine.

"I am. But I have to fuck you again. You're still so insecure about your pussy – let me help you make it feel good," Blaine said, not believing these words were actually coming from him. He had never asked for sex, simply taken it because it belonged to him and everyone was willing to give it to him.

There simply wasn't any way he could let a hot boy like that with a tight as hell pussy walk away when he could be fucking his pussy over and over again. All he wanted was to have his dick back in that heaven of heat.

"I'm still sore. And I have to go home. I promised my dad I would come ho..." Kurt started, a slight tint of panic hiding under the surface of his voice.

"Not now. Not that I would mind, though. I'm talking about making a deal here – I have pretty good connections, and I will be able to get you all the designer clothes you want. For free of course – and in return you'll let me fuck you numb every now and then," Blaine suggested.

He wasn't one to hide around the bush, so he laid it all out as it was. He wanted sex, the kid had habits way too pricey for his high school lifestyle – it would be a win for both of them.

"So what you're suggesting is that I prostitute myself to you?" Kurt asked with a pokerface.

Blaine didn't stand a chance to guess what he was thinking. His eyes were screwed together and he seemed like a million thoughts were racing through his mind.

"No. I prefer to think of it as – you making a wise life decision in order to keep up that expensive look you're running around with," Blaine shrugged, knowing that this really was prostitution at its finest, but when money wasn't changing hands and it wasn't like he was forcing the boy it would have been much worse. He wasn't going 50 Shades Of Grey on the kid.

Yet.

"How would that work?" Kurt asked, pensive.

"Basically – I take you out for shopping and after that I take you in for fucking," he explained like it was the most natural, logical, thing in the world.

"How often?" Kurt asked, suddenly sounding like one of the businessmen Blaine met at work every day.

"Of course that depends on how often I need to fuck your cunt. I have a certain... need. But I guess we could figure that out in time," Blaine offered casually.

He couldn't believe he was actually in his car with a sixteen year old, negotiating terms and conditions of sex. Not only was he twice the boy's age, he was also capable of of getting access to more or less 97% of Ohio's gay population's asses – but this wasn't just ass.

"And what if I get horny? Would I be allowed to ask for your cock?" Kurt asked, his cheeks flaming and his eyes flickering – evidently he was just as surprised by his words as Blaine was. He had not expected the innocent kid even being capable of putting a sentence like that together.

A smirk crept over Blaine's face – he had already found out the way to the dark deep behind the cover of innocence and insecurity – now he couldn't stop wonder what else he would find when he started digging deeper.

"Oh doll-face, I wouldn't be one to turn down a good fuck, I'll tell you that. So... enough talking. We have a deal?" he asked, not planning on talking anymore to the boy than necessary.

"Alright. When will we meet the next time, then?" He responded, seeming like he was weighing the agreement in his head.

"I have a meeting with some stylists on Thursday night around eight. I can pick you up and let them dress you. Then I'll undress you after," Blaine said, his business-tone back on to make sure that there were no misunderstandings to this being a date.

"But this is not a relationship! I don't do boyfriends, or lovers, or relationships – I fuck you, you let me fuck you, that is all there is to this," he warned sharply, scrutinizing the kid's face to see if he was anywhere near backing out.

No matter how delicious that pussy of his was it wouldn't be worth having a teenager crushing over him with tears and snot and love declarations.

"And I don't do feelings, so I guess we agree here," Kurt said sternly and received a nod of approval from Blaine before he started the car and continued down the road.