It only took Blaine ten minutes to convince the stylists to let him bring someone to the meeting. He told them that he wanted to see the new collections on a real person rather than a model, and it just so happened that he knew someone who could work designer clothes like on a runway but was still a real person. He wasn't planning on telling the boy that description, of course.

After a shower he slipped into a black Armani suit with a dark purple shirt only buttoned to his collarbone – he knew how to look stylish without overdoing it when he went to work.

Now he was turning down the street where he had agreed to with the boy to pick him up. He was satisfied to see that he was already waiting for him, because he was not planning on hanging around for ages to wait for him.

The boy quietly got into the car and buckled up. Without exchanging as much as a 'hello' they were driving down the road and headed for the city where Blaine was meeting with the stylists at the usual showroom.

"So – can I ask?" The boy suddenly said, his legs crossed and making Blaine's eyes flicker to the thighs hidden under smooth denim, wishing for him to spread his legs, but knowing it would only cause a catastrophe if he did so while Blaine was driving.

"Ask all you want. I won't guarantee you an answer though," Blaine replied and cleared his throat. He cursed a little internally as he realized he had to wait for the light to turn green, but forced himself to look anywhere else than on Kurt.

That little fucker had no idea what the hell he was doing to him.

"What exactly is it that you do? I mean... you said this meeting was with some – stylists. Where are we even going?" Kurt asked, suddenly a hint of fright simmering under the surface of his voice.

"We're going to a showroom in town. I am the guy who decides what clothes you'll be wearing for the next year," Blaine explained and let himself soak in the feeling it was that Kurt would surely panic if someone ever was to actually try and decided for him what he was going to wear.

"I'm a buyer for all the big places in New York. Places you can't even afford to walk by. I only juggle with the big guys," Blaine said casually, satisfied with how he had found a way to make Kurt feel like he needed this deal they had made because a chance of going behind the camera of the fashion scene this way would probably never cross his way again.

"But if you are working for places in New York, then why are you living in Ohio?" The boy asked, starting more to sound like he was having a friendly chat with a buddy, than the intimidated ooze that had filled him before.

"This is my work-base. I fly out to New York every few weeks to spend some time and go over collections and ideas with my clients. The rest is really none of your business," Blaine said coolly.

Neither of them said anymore during the drive. When Blaine stopped the car it was in a fancy car park where the valet already knew him and he had a personal parking space.

When he came around the car he was happy to see that the boy hadn't let him down. He was wearing tight, white jeans with a light blue jacket, just short enough to give him a perfect view of his ass. Both articles of clothing was Dolce & Gabbana and the scarf of the night was – of all brands – Marlies Dekkers. Apparently he didn't have any problems about crossing gender lines.

Maybe I could use that for some good fun later, Blaine snickered to himself behind his back.

In the elevator Blaine turned to face the boy, letting his eyes travel up and down his frame to take him in before he decided that he might as well get it out before they reached the showroom and it was all about to go down.

"Listen – when we get in there you stay quiet. Only talk if you're asked; other than that you shut up," Blaine explained firmly, no intentions on this be screwed up- It was important since it was one of the crucial meetings regarding what the stores would have in the spring collection.

Kurt nodded and didn't say a word. When the elevator stopped and the characteristic 'cling' sounded he followed Blaine through the big, white room and to the broad table where a small group of people was gathered.

Blaine introduced Kurt as his assistant and Kurt politely shook people's hands. No one dug any deeper into their relation to each other but their eyes were glued to them as they sat down next to each by the table. Blaine knew them all well enough to know that they would be whispering as soon as he turned his back on them – so he made sure they wouldn't get Kurt alone to avoid them asking him inappropriate questions.

Not that he cared the slightest about what anyone could be saying about him; this was business, nothing else. He wasn't planning on socializing with these prudes outside the fashion world anyway.

After an hour or two of presentations and talking back and forth they decided to try and put Kurt into some different outfits. The boy was turned around and pinned and poked before they asked him to walk through the room, change outfit and then he had to go through it all over again.

When the meeting was over Kurt had a few bags of his favorite brands and Blaine had plans for new meetings and a schedule to go to New York between Christmas and new years for work – and clubs.

"And what do we do now?" Kurt asked carefully when they were back at the car. He had tracked a few steps behind Blaine ever since they left and now Blaine figured it was about that time.

"We go to my apartment and I fuck your brains out," Blaine shrugged and pressed that button to unlock the car. He didn't waste as much as a look in the kid's direction when he got into the car and waited for him to get in as well.

Kurt fumbled a little to figure out how to do it best but finally had the bags dropped to the floor of the car and found place in the passenger seat. He buckled up and kept his mouth shut as Blaine started the cold car before driving out of the car park and down the street towards his apartment.

xXx

When they were at Blaine's place he went directly to the bedroom to put his coat on a hanger and let it retreat to the closet where it belonged. His shoes went back in row and he returned to the living room as he started unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt.

The boy was standing in the middle of the room. His bags were neatly put on the floor nearly hidden against the couch and Blaine was satisfied that the kid had already guessed that he wasn't allowed to come there and make a mess.

What didn't come to his satisfaction, though, was when he saw that Kurt only had opened his coat but had kept it on. The army green blouse with buttons to the ribs, open down to his mid-chest, revealing a light, gray shirt under was just the right amount of tight-but-still-loose as it was hugging his chest, and Blaine couldn't figure out whether he was grateful or cursing that he had found someone with the sense of dressing the way this boy did it.

"You want me to fuck you with your clothes on, or are you planning on getting rid of that?" Blaine asked as he started opening his shirt by the collar.

The boy looked confused but then he slowly let his hands up to undo the sparkling, green beetle brooch holding his scarf together. He bent his knees and discretely let it slide into one of the bags before he got his jacket off as well. He kept it in his hands for a moment but after shifting a little he folded it and let it hang over the back of the couch.

Now Blaine was allowed to really see how the fabric of the blouse was smoothing the way over the skin on Kurt's biceps as the sleeves were nearly too tight for him to flex regardless of the soft thread of the cotton.

It only took Blaine a few steps to cross the floor so he was right in front of the boy. Their chests nearly met, but it didn't hinder Blaine in letting his eyes travel down Kurt's body and back up before meeting his eyes. The kid stretched his neck tryingly out, lips slightly pouting, undoubtedly with the hope for a kiss, so Blaine pulled away.

"Ah ah. No way. Tonight is gonna be about putting down some ground rules – my first rule; no kisses. If I'm kissing you I'm only kissing your pussy, or it's if I have a purpose; like biting you. Your lips will never be on mine again, am I making myself clear?" He explained as he let a finger trace over the hem of Kurt's jeans.

The boy was tensed in front of him. He looked surprised from the rule, but didn't object. He was flickering his eyes between Blaine's so he supposed it to be better to continue.

Blaine found the buckle of the boy's belt and had it open in a matter of seconds. He didn't tease around but went straight for the button with one hand and the zipper with the other. The sound of his pants opening made the boy do a short gasp he clearly hadn't been planning on releasing.

"Rule number two; no more sleeping in my bed. The only thing you do in my bed is being fucked. I had to throw those sheets out because they still smelled like some stranger sleeping in them – pretty damn expensive sheets I might add," Blaine proceeded.

His hand had now worked itself to have Kurt's jeans open, his light blue underwear flashing without leaving much to Blaine's imagination where he could see the lack of bulge he usually found in guys' underwear. He could feel his slacks getting tighter and for a moment he considered to just screw it all and throw the boy on the floor. However, he knew that wouldn't be too great of an idea and he would have to go get a condom anyway.

Instead he didn't waste any time sneaking around, but let his hand directly down the boy's soft cotton covers. His skin was just as smooth as the last time but when Blaine's fingertips reached down his mound where he started to part he was warm and stick, causing a smirk to form on Blaine's face and a sharp intake of breath from the boy's mouth.

"Oh, doll-face. You've been wet for me all night, haven't you?"

Kurt's entire body stiffened and his breathing hitched as Blaine let his hand run further down, forcing his middle finger between the folds to make the tip bump over his clit that was yet soft but moist. The contact was a little harder than should have been, but of course completely on purpose from Blaine and he nearly chuckled when it caused a jolt to hit the boy.

He removed his hand and made his sticky fingers run down Kurt's neck, making his nose scrunch in what undoubtedly was disgust. Blaine on the other hand had to keep himself back from licking over the pale skin as he watched how the juice on his fingers made a trail tinkle in the artificial light.

"Bedroom. Now!" He demanded, his eyes not leaving the kid's, so when his eyes flickered with a mix of nerves and a tint of fear Blaine caught it all and let it fasten itself on his spine. He couldn't let one thing about this boy slip his attention.

Kurt nervously started walking towards the bedroom. He stayed in the spot he had stood in the first time he was there and hadn't dared to move. Blaine followed him and took in the sight of the white denim hugging the cheeks tightly even though Kurt's jeans were open.

"I'm gonna need you to strip. There won't be any sweet foreplay today, and as much as I appreciate a good outfit I am not going to fuck you in one – at least not tonight," Blaine declared and opened the last button on his shirt before dragging it off.

He continued to strip himself - making sure none of his clothes would wrinkle - until he was only in his underwear. When he turned he found the kid still fully dressed except for his boots and socks that were neatly placed by the dresser.

"I thought I told you to take off your clothes," Blaine said, honestly starting to get a bit annoyed with how this was taking.

He had gone from fully erect to only semi-hard just from the waiting itself, but it didn't change how much his balls needed something to happen soon.

"I just – can I at least get under the covers?" The boy asked and squeezed his knees a little together, his one hand grabbing the hem of his blouse while the other was clenched around the waistband of his open jeans, covering his exposed undies.

God, he's not a fucking virgin anymore. You'd think he'd be over the whole body issue-shit by now, Blaine thought and rolled his eyes with his teeth firmly gritted.

"No. I sleep in that bed. I don't want it to smell like teenager. I can turn off the lights," he said and walked to the wall where he flicked the switch and made the room go dark around them.

"Okay," Kurt muttered and started dragging off his clothes and hastily folded it to let it join his boots and socks.

Blaine was watching him. He let his hand cup around his dick, massaging it slowly, mindlessly, as he enjoyed the show in front of him. It wasn't until the boy was only in his tight, dusty blue underwear that Blaine stopped his motions and walked over to him.

"You've gotta get rid of these issues. I wanna see you. I want you to put on a show for me, doll-face. I'm pretty sure you know how to put on a good show if you want to," he said and let the knuckles of his right fist run down the boy's chest.

He didn't have to look down. He could feel that gooseflesh had spread all over Kurt's body and his nipples had undoubtedly gone hard as diamonds.

"I'm sorry," he said weakly, his voice like a hush from the back of his throat.

"It'll do for this time. I'm thinking we should start out by letting you get used to being naked around me. Get that damn underwear off and lie on the bed," Blaine exclaimed, the last sentence close to growled in annoyance that he couldn't just get his release and tell the boy to get out. Didn't teenage-boys have curfews anymore?

Kurt took a step back and carefully turned around. Blaine watched as he bent down to pull his boxer briefs off like he had been alone before he tiptoed to the bed where he crawled to lie on the pillows, only this time Blaine had made sure to use the crappy one his brother had given him. His favorite had to go for dry-cleaning twice before it felt clean after the last time the kid had been there.

He quickly got rid of his own boxers, relief washing over him as his cock sprung free, but he still wasn't fully hard so it bopped lightly against his hip, the cool air hitting his skin certainly helping him getting there faster.

"That wasn't so hard was it? Now spread your legs so I can see that pink little wonder you're hiding," Blaine said with a crooked smile and walked towards the bed.

The springs of the mattress made a little squeak as he put his knees to the bedspread and he hardly put a hand on each of Kurt's knees.

The boy's feet were solidly planted on the bed under him and his thighs were clenched so hard together he looked like he would have a seizure if he tried squeezing them together any harder.

"We had a deal – you've got yours, now it's time for me to get mine. And don't pretend like you don't want it, cause I felt how ready you were only ten minutes ago while you still had your clothes on."

Slowly Kurt released the top of the tension in his muscles and let Blaine take his legs apart. It wasn't long until he was spread open and his damp crotch was entirely exposed.

Blaine's mouth was positively salivating. He definitely was back to hard and he couldn't wait to punch forward and feel that promise in front of him.

"Well, well, well – looks like I was right," he smiled and licked his lips.

With slow, open hands he let his palms slide from Kurt's knees and down his inner thighs. He let his hands stop as they hit his pelvic bone. As Blaine's thumbs were stretched out over the parted folds he could feel the damp heat filling the area.

"Did you let anyone touch that little kitten of yours after me?" Blaine asked, eyes fixated on the flesh captured by his hands.

The boy was so damn wet, his crotch on fire, and Blaine couldn't help wondering if he had needed to be filled after he had been done with him Sunday morning. Wasn't that how it worked? Once the lid is off there's nothing to stop it!?

To his surprise Kurt shook his head, surely too focused on Blaine's eyes and his own breathing to even speak. The reply only made more blood run to Blaine's cock, though.

"Did you touch yourself? Play a little with the pussycat?" He asked. He needed to know, and even though it made him feel like a dirty, old man he didn't care and bit his lower lip as he watched how Kurt's fingers were kneaded over the tender flesh of his smooth stomach.

"N-no," he stammered, finally able to get a word out, or at least a syllable.

He's still fresh. Untouched by anyone but me. Not even himself, Blaine thought, and his fingers dug lightly into the boy's hips.

"Then I guess we know what today's lesson should be. Doll-face and his body 101," Blaine breathed out and chuckled by his own cleverness. He pressed his hands a little tighter around the licious labia, his thumbs only ghosting over the inner lips peeking out before he made his hands up to lock around the boy's wrists.

"What?" Kurt asked, confused and nervous as his arms partially tried holding back, but still let Blaine lead his hands towards the splayed out V between his legs.

"You're gonna get to know your own body. And I'm gonna watch," Blaine explained, his voice reduced to a low purr, and actually quite enjoying the shock spreading on the kid's face.

"I – I can't do that," he huffed out, fingers curling on his mound and Blaine had to stop himself from getting angry. This shouldn't have to be so damn difficult, the boy liked sex, right?

"Sure you can. I'll tell you what to do and you do it. You need to know your body to be comfortable with it, and I'm not going through this bullshit every time I'm planning on fucking you, so get to it."

He was done playing nice. If he didn't know that he wouldn't be able to find another guy like this unique bitch he would have kicked him out already when he hadn't followed orders on taking off his clothes.

But the fact was that this kid was extraordinary and there was no way in hell Blaine would be lucky enough to stumble over a delicious body like this ever again, so he was determined to make the kid learn, making things go easier in the future.

As Blaine watched, the boy carefully straightened out his fingers. Now his hands were lying flatly over the skin that was glistening around the rim of the folds.

"Good boy. That wasn't so hard was it? Now let your fingers down to that soaking little hole of yours so you can have them nice and wet for me," he instructed, forcing his voice a little smoother.

His hands were resting on the middle of Kurt's inner thighs. His thumbs were pressing a little on the soft surface, but not hard enough to bruise. He needed this too bad to screw it up.

He watched Kurt's one leg fall a little more to the side before he made his hand down where it was needed the most. With trying motions he rubbed two fingers over where he was wet the most. He was biting his lower lip, before he looked to Blaine.

"There you go, doll-face. Now make your clit feel loved, baby."

To see Kurt make his hand trembling move up the rosy skin to fumble a little before finding the spot he was searching for made Blaine his hand around his dick. This was possibly the hottest thing he had ever made anyone do.

He could hear Kurt's breathing turn a little rougher as he started rubbing carefully up and down over the nub. The temperature in the room was quickly hell hot and Blaine felt the adrenaline fill his veins.

"Yes. That's good. Now roll around it with your fingers. You need to try out how hard you like it," Blaine guided, his dick suddenly very heavy in his hand but he kept still, not planning on coming too soon.

"Oh... oh," the kid gasped as his fingers went harder and started running circles around the spot.

It was possibly the hardest task Blaine had faced yet to not just push away his hands so he could dive into the area, tongue-first. He could almost smell it in the air surrounding them and the way the boy was breathing more uneven now only made it all worse.

Better.

"Yeah. I think you could do with some fingers now. Let me see your fill your little hole, sweetheart. Nice and full," he directed and hated when he remembered that he hadn't finished what he started earlier.

He swallowed a little, his voice feeling like sandpaper where he needed to feel the wetness of Kurt on his tongue, but he couldn't. Instead he let his eyes stray to the boy's face and he was nearly startled when the sea green eyes met his.

"Rule number three: when you fuck others you wear a condom. I don't do diseases. I'll have you tested every three month to make sure you don't cheat – which leads me to rule number four; you can fuck whoever you want on the side, which I will too, as long as you remember the rubber and it doesn't take your juices away from me. Got that?" Blaine breathed out, eyes still locked with Kurt's but quickly darted to his crotch when his head backed into the pillow and a little moan escaped his lips.

Both of Kurt's legs were now lying bent on the bedspread and his one hand was rubbing over his clitoris while his other hand had two fingers buried inside his cunt, looking like he was flicking the up and down to feel his walls inside of him.

Blaine stared for a few seconds, willing himself to snap out of the trance before he forced his eyes back to Kurt's face. The kid's mouth was hanging open, a high moan clearly caught on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes were firmly staring directly into Blaine's.

His fingers kept moving, and from the corner of his eyes Blaine could sens the toned muscles of his shoulders working. He had to take a firmer grip around his cock, reminding himself to not working himself off now.

"I asked you; did you get that? Fuck all you want as you've got rubber, and every three months I'll have you checked," Blaine repeated, the words a struggle to get out as sweat started beading on his forehead from the needed to have some action himself.

"Yes. Oh – yesss," Kurt mewled and his head was backing down in the pillow as his hands started working even harder.

When Blaine locked down he saw Kurt's fingers pumping in and out of his entrance while his other hand was pressing hard down and rubbing furious circles over his clitoris.

"Yes, oh god, yes yes," Kurt breathed heavily out and Blaine couldn't tell if he had actually agreed to the rules or if he was simply starting to truly enjoy himself, but he supposed that it was good enough.

"Is that good? You finally realized how fucking delicious your little pussy is?" Blaine groaned and didn't care anymore that his hand had slowly started stroking his erection on its own accord.

"Oh shit. Yeah, yeah -" Kurt moaned highly, his knees rising a little from the bed before falling back down.

"That's my boy. Now use three fingers – I'm sure your cunt is wet enough now," Blaine encouraged as he let his thumb swipe over his head to slick pre-come down the side of his shaft.

As he saw Kurt getting a third finger ready to enter him Blaine let his eyes wander back to his face, ready to watch every expression as he took more of himself in.

His shoulders raised a little from the pillows, a growl of "damn yes!" running from his mouth before he started pumping himself quickly.

His eyes rushed open, catching Blaine's and staring harshly into his eyes as he locked his lips between moans and groans.

"I'm so fucking wet. Feels so good – still not as much as your cock though -" Kurt heaved out and Blaine's heart started racing.

The little twat was honestly talking dirty to him. Blaine quickly grabbed his balls, desperate to hold back his release, because there was no way he was letting this be over already.

"I told you it would feel good. Your little hole is just needy for my dick, huh?" He growled and cocked up his chin, squeezing his sac a little harder as Kurt bit down on his lower lip with a needy whimper.

"Know what would feel better? If you fucked me," Kurt challenged and angled his wrist a little, spreading his fingers so his clit was trapped between the two of them so Blaine really could see it roll around with his movements.

With one twist of the fingers inside of him, crooking them upwards, Blaine knew that he had hit his g-spot because his back arched a little and a plea of "please, just fuck me, please!" spilled weakly from his lips.

"Oh no, doll-face. I'm not fucking you until you've made yourself come at least once first, so you keep going -" Blaine declared and unhooked his fingers from around his dick.

He slowly got off the bed, every movement making his balls pulse and ache, but refusing to let Kurt know how much he wanted to just fuck into him already.

He walked across the room and turned to look at Kurt as he was twisting on the bed, muscles in shoulders and arms working desperately towards his climax with his face screwed up in a needy expression.

Blaine walked into the kitchen and smirked as he heard a muffled scream of "oh yesss" coming from the bedroom as he grabbed the pack of condoms he knew he had left on the counter.

When he came back the kid was still working, only his back was arched as his hips were working with the motions of his hands and a stream of "yes" and "fuck" and incoherent sounds were cascading from his mouth.

Blaine ripped the package open and let it fall to the mattress. A few of the foil squares spilled out and Blaine was glad to know that he wouldn't have to struggle with that later.

"God just fuck me!" Kurt whined impatiently, his ass flexing and his legs clenching together before they fell back open.

Blaine put his hands to his knees and pressed them down, pinning his legs to the bed to make sure he cut off his view again.

He watched as Kurt bent his wrist to make his fingers go deeper as he settled for scissoring inside of his hole. Blaine leaned down, and he could fucking hear how wet the boy's pussy was. He sniffed in the scent of aroused teenage boy before he let out a slow breath to cool over the boy's steaming hot pussy.

That did the trick. He could feel his legs tensing and trying to close around his hands. Blaine could see how the speed of the fingers on his pussy rose while he saw the glistening hole clam down around Kurt's fingers, the fingers his muscles in his arm showed off were working harder than ever.

"Ohmygod. Yes, damn yes!" Kurt groaned under his breath, all muscles in his entire body tensing as the sound of his pleasure ran straight to Blaine's cock, cursing him for being denied pleasure of its own.

"Holy..." Kurt murmured as he trembling let his hands away from his crotch.

His legs were still a little shaky while the rest of his muscles were more stiff. Nonetheless, all Blaine could focus on was the way Kurt's fingers were nearly dripping from the wetness coming from his center.

"Lick them," Blaine demanded, hands back on his balls.

"what?" Kurt stuttered a little hazy.

Blaine's glance flickered to Kurt's face for a brief second and saw his eyes glazed and swimming, but he didn't care as he was quickly looking back to the wet fingers.

"Suck them clean for me. Now," he ordered again.

At first Kurt stared at him like he wasn't sure he had heard correct the second time either, but then he let his glance drift to his hand before he carefully let it to his mouth.

He closed his eyes and let his tongue out to trace up the three fingers. When he reached the top he opened his eyes and stared into Blaine's as he let all three soaked fingers into his cute, little boy-mouth.

"Yes. So good, doll-face. You're gonna need that knowledge later," Blaine hummed out as he watched Kurt work his mouth around his fingers, his tongue clearly licking his own juices off his skin.

"Alright, that's enough," Blaine finally allowed himself to groan.

He grabbed a condom and tore the package open. It only took him a nano-second to have it rolled down his throbbing erection before he rose to his knees. He locked his hands possibly a little too hard around the kid's knees before he leaned in to push into his sopping hole without warning.

"Fuck!" Kurt burst out, Blaine joining him with a more pleasurable and low "fuck!" of his own.

He leaned back to sit on his haunches before he pulled the boy into his lap, his ass cheeks sweaty and smooth on Blaine's thighs, positioned like he was sitting up, but damn the little fucker was flexible enough to still have his shoulders and head down on the mattress.

Blaine started to slowly thrust into the warm heat enveloping him. He was still tight, but definitely more ready than the last time.

The drag of the inner walls around him was sensational mixed with the needy noises falling from the boy's mouth. He let his hands run down to make the kid's legs lock around his back, making it much more easy to work his cock into him.

"Hell that's good, doll-face. Now I'm just gonna watch you as I fuck your cunt until you're screaming. How does that sound?" He heaved out, thrusting a little harder into that perfect circle around him.

"Good. So good -" Kurt moaned, sounding like he was in a trance. His eyes were closed and his fingers were digging into his own thighs as Blaine watched his head thrust up and down on the bedspread from Blaine's shaft pumping into his lower body.

It didn't take long for Kurt to start tightening around him, so he doubled his forces, pushing faster while leaning his hips a little up to hit better, taking pride in the response he got.

"Oh shit. Yes, yes harder – there," Kurt cried out as his fingers dug deeper into the muscles on his legs and his hole hugged Blaine's aching cock even tighter.

"Your pussy has just been so lonely. Desperate for cock and you've just been neglecting it all that time," Blaine mused, his lungs feeling like they were about to explode, but happy that the latex pocket around him let his release a little back so he got to enjoy the act a little longer.

"Yes. Your cock – fuck your cock is so good, so big in me," Kurt indulged him.

Blaine was happy with the position he had chose, proud of the way the pale skin under him was now covered in a layer of sweat and the way Kurt's brown locks were now wet and clasping to his forehead – all while he was writhing and being pushed up and down around Blaine's dick inside of him.

The sight was too much, it was so damn hot and the way he could see the slick heat so willingly eating all of him Blaine could feel the whirlpool starting to twirl in his stomach. It started running towards his balls and he knew that it was time, so he grabbed Kurt's hand and pressed his fingers to onto his clit.

"Rub your fucking clit for me," he groaned as he felt Kurt obliging, eagerly running his fingertips in circles over the hard nub.

Blaine leaned in over him, planting his palms on the bed, and pumped as hard and fast as he could into the boy's sopping pussy.

His abs flexed and it was painful to hold himself up, but he was determined to watch the boy as he came. He didn't do trophies or kept the underwear of his fucks like some guys did; his pride came from watching their faces as he made them screw up over in joy and ecstasy.

It was only a minute before a small strain of "ohohoooooohhh" weakly rushed from Kurt's mouth, perfectly 'O'-shaped while his fingers on his clitoris sped up simultaneously with his entrance grasping onto Blaine's pistoning cock.

"Holy hell! Damn that pussy!" Blaine roared out as he felt his hips speeding up before erratically shaking against Kurt's thighs with his muscles tensing, feeling the condom filling with pulses rushing from his shaft.

His entire body stiffened for a moment, nature checking he was done, before he felt his muscles go limp again way too quickly.

Kurt was panting under him, his breathing high pitched and hungry, his lips full and pink from pressing them hard together only to be interrupted by noises he probably never would admit that he was capable of producing.

Without warning Blaine struggled to sit back up on his haunches so he could grab around the base of the condom and drag himself out of the still tight warmth. He used all of his strength to not let a moan fall from his mouth, Kurt not being that strong himself when he felt his cunt suddenly empty again.

Blaine carefully got the condom off and tied it up before stumbling off the bed. He walked to the bathroom to throw the used, filled latex in the trash before washing himself off with a damp washcloth. Then he returned to the bedroom where Kurt was on the bed with bent legs and knees pressed together.

"You can take a shower if you want. I need you out quickly. I have an early meeting in the morning," he announced as he pulled his underwear back on.

Kurt sat up with his entire body trembling, help from a palm on the bed and his knees kept squeezed tightly together. Suddenly he was back to looking pale and innocent, his creamy cheeks nearly looking abnormal as they were flushed by sweet raspberry red. Now he really didn't look like anymore than a kid.

"Uhm, okay. I guess I'll just... call a cab, then -" he agreed and seemed like he was trying to figure out how to get up without exposing himself completely. Like he had forgotten what he had just participated in only ten minutes ago, or the way he had touched himself for an audience before that.

"I'll do that. You go shower," Blaine exclaimed and turned his back on the boy so he could go to the living room and call a cab for the kid.

He listened as the boy scrambled around and the shower curtain scurried as it was closed. He got a cab to be there in thirty minutes and figured it was good enough.

He found a guest towel in the closet and went to the bathroom were he found the boy's clothes neatly folded in a stack on the corner of the counter, perfectly placed so he wouldn't have to actually leave the niche to get dressed.

Blaine had to shake his head to stop himself from staring at the slender silhouette as the kid ran his fingers over his hair and down his neck to follow his shadow.

When the kid entered the living room he was fully dressed, his hair combed back to a styling as good as possible without dryer or products, but impressive still considering his limited resources.

Blaine was on the couch in his boxers, a newspaper in his hands, skimming the culture section without really paying attention to the letters.

"Thanks for the towel," the boy said. It was ridiculous how shy he kept being when he had just done things a lot of grown people would never even consider.

"Yeah. Right. The cab'll be here in ten minutes or something," he announced without looking up.

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath before he walked towards the couch to pick up his coat. As he had the blue closed around his frame he folded the scarf neatly around his neck and hitched it with the brooch.

"Good. Then I can get some sleep. The door locks automatically when you close it and then the alarm will turn on by itself ten minutes after, so if you leave now it should be good. See ya," Blaine declared and got off the couch. He started walking towards the bedroom, but heard the boy hesitate before his footsteps started walking in the opposite direction.

"When will we – you know – again?" Kurt asked and his footsteps stopped.

Blaine stopped himself and turned around in the door to his room, sighing heavily as all he wanted to do was get some damn rest.

"I'll let you know," he grunted annoyed.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, looking surprised, but quickly turned indifferent.

"Okay. I'll wait for your call then," he said under his breath.

Blaine was just about to continue to his bed when he remembered something he had to say to the kid before he left.

"Oh and doll-face – masturbate like crazy. The better you can make it for yourself, the better I can make it for you," he smirked and watched Kurt's face burst into red.

"I – oh-okay," he stammered back and grasped a little tighter around the bags in his hands.

"And uhm... if you get pregnant, it's not my headache," Blaine said. Never in his life had he thought he would have to say those words in his life.

"I can't. Just because it... looks like that, doesn't mean it's – female," Kurt murmured and looked embarrassed.

"Good. Not planning on dealing with that crap. Later."

Blaine didn't hand around for chit-chat but turned to head directly for his bed where he pushed the soiled bedspread down, the stench of sex and pussy and cock still hanging in the fabric. As he crawled under the sheets he heard the click of the door and a moment later the silent cling of the alarm turning on by itself.