Kurt: "I'm waiting for you."

Blaine was holding by a red light and had dared to let his eyes dart to his phone. He shouldn't have done that. Kurt was contemplating on killing him text by sexy text, there was no other explanation to it.

Blaine: "Almost there. You can always start without me if you want."

Kurt: "Blaine! I don't do that!"

The light turned green and Blaine chuckled to himself as he proceeded down the road. It was nearly impossible to focus on driving when the feeling of Kurt's lips still was lingering on his skin, and the view of Kurt's lustful eyes and his mouth closed around his cock was echoing in the back of his mind.

He turned up the driveway at Kurt's house and luckily only Kurt's car was waiting for him. He could nearly feel how close he was, and he didn't know whether he should storm into Kurt's room and attack him in all of his glory, or if he should drag it out and build up a tension.

Blaine: "My mistake - I just figured you wanted me badly."

Kurt: "I don't want myself. I want you. Only you."

Kurt: "Then where are you? I've got plans for you!"

He grinned. After they had started getting more daring about sex Kurt had still been a bit reluctant. He had been curious and Blaine could feel that he had fantasies and stuff he wanted to try, but he hadn't said anything. He had insisted on keeping the lights off and done his best to hide the adventurous spark in his eyes. He was shy and Blaine had a theory that he was nervous that Blaine would find him weird if he told him about his fantasies.

As soon as he was inside the house he took a look around. Kurt wasn't anywhere to be found. The house was dark and quiet around him, so he headed for the stairs. He didn't know what to expect would meet him when he entered Kurt's room, but his dick was growing harder in his jeans from the expectation.

He carefully knocked on the door before he slowly opened it. What he saw was definitely not what he had expected.

Kurt was sitting casually on a chair by the table, but facing the door, with his phone in his hand. He shot a look in Blaine's direction, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth, making Blaine's stomach roll with heat.

"I thought I told you to be naked if you got here before me," Blaine chuckled as he closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

Kurt got to his feet and took a few slow steps towards him until their bodies were paralleled, their faces so close that their noses could easily collide.

"You did. But I got a better idea," he said with a low voice as teasing as the sparks in his eyes. His fingers were running down the front of Blaine's cardigan where he suddenly took a handful of the collar and started dragging him to the middle of the room.

"Now I am gonna sit down on the chair and watch you," he declared, his lips moist on Blaine's, and Blaine had to swallow a lump in his throat because he had no idea how Kurt had suddenly turned so daring.

"Watch me? Watch me like… myself?" Blaine thrust out in shock. This was definitely new. Kurt couldn't even say the word, he didn't even touch himself - and now he wanted to watch Blaine wack himself off in front of him?

"What? No! Blaine! I could… no!" Kurt burst out, horror spreading in his face as he took a short step back.

Alright so that wasn't what he had meant.

"I meant… I wanna watch you get rid off your clothes for me. I wanna see your body," he said suddenly back to shy and self-conscious. He wanted this, though. Blaine could feel that this was something he had thought well through.

He let his face crack in a grin. An idea struck him and he started walking, forcing Kurt to walk backwards until they were stopped by the chair. He poked a finger into his chest, making him sit down so he could stare down on him, the image reminding Blaine that only two hours ago the position had been the same and Kurt had been looking up on him while he was eagerly sucking his cock.

"I make the rules now. Don't move," Blaine said and bit his lower lip before he turned his back on Kurt and headed for the dresser where he fumbled around with his ipod.

"No disco, Blaine! Nothing could ever be a turn off like disco," Kurt warned him from his seat on the chair, but Blaine ignored him. He pulled his own ipod from his pocket and plugged it into he speakers.

"I said 'my rules' remember?" Blaine reminded him with a glance over his shoulder before he found what he was looking for and turned around to let the song float from the speakers.

A beat was pumping out and the voice of Gabe Saporta filled the room. Not too loud, not too low - just perfect.

"You said you wanted me to perform for you. I could do that," Blaine teased.

He was in front of Kurt, their feet nearly touching, as he started unbuttoning his cardigan in time to the music. He had his eyes locked on Kurt's face, but Kurt's eyes were busy bathing themselves in the view of Blaine's hands working slowly pulling off his cardigan, revealing the t-shirt he was wearing.

He started opening his pants before he kicked off his shoes without caring where they ended. He was bobbing his hips back and forth lightly while he let his jeans fall before he kicked them away as well.

He took a few steps so he had a leg on each side of Kurt's one. He looked down on him, considering how long he should drag it out, but his boxers felt like a prison. He could see Kurt's hands locked around the edge of the chair, his knuckles going white, and there was no doubt that he had to restrain himself from touching.

Blaine let his fingers play with the hem of his t-shirt, and Kurt's eyes grew big. Blaine flipped up the collar of his polo shirt, before he quickly pulled it over his head. Now he was only wearing his burgundy boxers and matching bowtie.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, and it was hard to tell what was going in his head.

Without warning Blaine sat down on Kurt's thigh, moving his hips with he music, before he grabbed Kurt's hands. He slid them up his naked thighs and up to his hips. As soon as Kurt got his idea he let go so he could make his arms be a part of his dance.

He wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and let his hands run down his shoulders, over his chest and started opening his shirt, his hips and ass still moving in time to the song.

Kurt's hands were nearly trembling. He seemed like he couldn't figure out whether he should stare at Blaine's face or hips, obviously very aware that if he looked at his hips he would be faced with the visible outline of Blaine's hard erection in front of him.

"...dancing with the stars.

Living in the sky with diamonds…"

Blaine casually sang along to the music as he let his hands above his head, making his fingers slide through his hair, and his crotch grind against Kurt's thigh, a gush running through him from the feeling.

Kurt dared his hands run from Blaine's hips and down to his ass. He squeezed his cheeks and pressed him closer, making Blaine smile because Kurt liked his idea and wanted him just as much.

He made his hands run from his hair down his neck. He pierced his eyes into Kurt's as he let his hands travel down his own naked torso. He teased his nipples with his fingertips and deliberately expressed a moan that made Kurt's hips twitch.

He pressed his crotch as good against Kurt's as he possibly could while opening the last buttons of Kurt's shirt so he could slide it off him, leaving his tie loose but still around his neck.

"You're really sexy, you know that?" Blaine groaned as he leaned down to kiss Kurt's neck. He could feel Kurt letting his index fingers sneak their way down the elastic band of his shorts, and the touch of Kurt against his skin made fire rush through his nervous system.

Kurt giggled awkwardly, the innocent sound replaced by a breathy moan caused by Blaine's teeth around his earlobe followed by the tip of his tongue slowly running up the shell of his ear.

"So I've been told," Kurt stammered, and out of nowhere his hands were all the way down Blaine's underwear. His fingers were digging into the flesh of his ass, and a determined look spread in his eyes.

"You made quite a few promises today," Blaine hummed against his cheek, as his own hands were fumbling with the button on Kurt's jeans.

Kurt turned stiff, for a second making Blaine fear that he had completely forgot all the texts from earlier. However, the way his nails were scratching his crack indicated otherwise, so he figured it safe to continue.

"I want you naked, and I want you to take off my underwear. With you teeth!" He started saying as he let his hand onto his back, down his underwear and grabbed around Kurt's hand so he could lead it around and place it on his cock, where he forced Kurt to take a firm grip.

"Then I want you to lick me. I can't wait to feel your tongue in me," he hummed quietly, the sound making Kurt's hand grab harder around his shaft.

Kurt stretched his neck to catch Blaine's mouth before he let both of his hands clasp onto Blaine's naked chest. He pushed him away, biting his lower hip, while forcing him to his feet to push him down on the bed.

He was standing at the foot of the bed for a moment while taking in the sight of his boyfriend nearly naked in front of him. His entire face was filled with lust and need as he bent down to grab around Blaine's shoulders so he could forcefully turn him around to lie on his front.

Blaine could hear him get rid of his jeans before he felt him crawl on top of him. Kurt was sitting on his ass, his hands running firmly down his muscular arms before he bent down so his mouth was right at Blaine's free ear.

"I can't wait to taste your ass," he whispered, and Blaine was sure he was about to explode right on the bedspread, so he dug his fingers into the blanket, his nipples hard as rocks.

Kurt let his tongue trace down the line of Blaine's jaw, before he started moving down his back, his crotch pressed against Blaine's ass so he could feel his hard dick boring against the fabric of his underwear.

He moved longer down, and suddenly his nose was pressed into Blaine's back. Kurt's teeth were scraping lightly down his skin, his flesh turning moist from Kurt's breath as he got a grip around the elastic band.

"Mh-hmmm," Blaine hummed into the pillow.

Sure, he had said that he wanted Kurt to take off his underwear with his teeth, but he had never actually expected him to do it.

However, there he was on his front on Kurt's bed with Kurt's hands running down his ribs, while Kurt's teeth were awkwardly pulling his boxers, his fingers grabbing to help at his hips to make them easier leave their place.

As he got Blaine's underwear down to the mid of his ass he sucked in hard before he released his teeth. Out of nowhere Blaine felt a wet trail run up between his cheeks and his entire body stiffened on the bed.

"Fuck, Kurt!" he thrust out, his voice muffled against the bedspread.

He could feel Kurt rush to sit up on his thighs, his fingers still locked around the hem of his shorts at his front, the elastic band pressing painfully on Blaine's throbbing erection under him.

"I'm sorry. Was that… uncomfortable?" Kurt asked, his voice filled with panic.

Blaine forced himself to support on his elbows so he could turn to have a look at Kurt over his shoulder, needing to catch his eyes to be sure he understood what he was saying.

"Are you crazy? That was… fuck," he tried to assure him, hoping that his eyes were more convincing than his words, because he had none.

Apparently they were, because a playful smile spread on Kurt's lips. He licked his lips and started biting his cheek before he took a better grip on Blaine's shorts and rushed them off him, the fabric quickly falling to the floor in front of their eyes.

Before Blaine could get a hold of what was going on Kurt's nails were piercing into his hips, forcing him to buck his ass upwards.

This was it. One of his fantasies was going to be real - and it hadn't even been his suggestion. Not only was it something he had seen in porn long time ago before he had met Kurt, back when all of his fantasies had involved faceless guys or hot famous guys, but this was a fantasy he had thought about more and more every time he had felt Kurt's tongue dancing with his own in a kiss, or whenever Kurt had traced gentle cat-licks on his skin, or the tip of his tongue had played with his nipple - or when Kurt had been staring him directly into his eyes and licking his lips while he was fingering him. It made sense now; the way Kurt liked to play with his tongue, but he would never have dared to hope that Kurt would be into this, never have dared to ask him, because he had feared that Kurt would find him perverted.

He felt exposed and awkward the way he was splayed out for Kurt to see all of him. This was the most naked he had ever been in front of Kurt, in front of anyone, and he had never expected for Kurt to actually enjoy this sort of game.

Suddenly everything inside him tied up. Kurt wasted no time on teasing, because his teeth were back to Blaine's flesh, boring into the cleft of his ass, the length of his tongue carefully running shortly up his crack.

Blaine thrust out a mouthful of air and realized that he wasn't going to keep up being able to support on his elbows, so he let his face fall down into the pillow, and his chest clash against the bedspread, yet his ass still in the air.

Kurt slowly started running his tongue in circles around his hole, the feeling going directly to his sac. He was clearly nervous and the short laps were trying, but it didn't make the feeling any less sensational.

His fingers were digging into the soft surface under him. Kurt's hands were on his ass, separating his cheek while his tongue was working its way into his hole, and Blaine's cock was screaming for attention.

In some odd way Kurt's hands managed to stay both firm and gentle at the same time. Their grip was determined, yet soft and comforting. He was sure that only Kurt would ever be able to keep his touch that way.

"Mhm… God… Kurt!" He wailed, his outburst muffled by the covers.

He felt Kurt smile against his ass before he let up the tip of his tongue so he could circle it around inside of Blaine. He moved his head, making his tongue go deeper, each movement sending fresh shots of adrenaline through Blaine's nervous system. It was like boiling water in his veins, and the more Kurt angled his head to let his tongue fuck deeper into him, the faster the feeling of boiling water rushed to his balls.

As if he knew Kurt let out his tongue and started licking up his crack instead, the tip every now and then dipping into his entrance. Each time a high pitch moan escaped Blaine's mouth. He could feel that his ass was wet, soaked from Kurt's tongue and mouth working on him, and he was sure that he had never been as open in his entire life.

Kurt let his hands release their grip on Blaine's cheeks and slowly ran them down the backside of his thighs, ending at the tendons of his knees before he let them slide around to run back up on the front, his thumbs feeling the muscles, caressing the hairs before gingerly cupping around Blaine's balls making him nearly lose his last bit of calm.

"Kurt… I… shit -" Blaine thrust out his one hand rushing to Kurt's head, his fingers entangling themselves into his hair, gripping his locks and boring into his scalp, making Kurt move his tongue back in and out of him with a slight hum at the back of his throat, the vibrations running through his tongue into Blaine's hole.

He stopped.

Kurt let the length of his tongue one more time up Blaine's crack before he slowly sat up. Blaine's arm fell heavily to the mattress as he mushed his face down in the pillow under him. He was panting, surely his lungs were on the edge of explosion, as he let out a growl that was nearly choked by the fabric.

He dug his palms into the blanket and forced himself up. He sat up on his haunches before he dared to look at Kurt.

Kurt's face was wet. He was wiping saliva off his chin and his nose was red. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. His eyes, though, were sparkling and he was fighting for oxygen.

"Was… was that okay?" he asked carefully, unable to stop a grin from taking over his face. He liked it, he had actually liked it which was probably even more of a turn on for Blaine than the actual act. Yet there was no doubt that it hadn't been a rhetorical question; he was waiting, afraid it hadn't been good for Blaine as well.

He didn't have any words. He searched his brain, but nothing suitable came to his mind, so instead he fell forwards and attacked Kurt's mouth, sucking in the taste of Kurt, and spit, and ass.

"You are… where have you been hiding this… wow… incredibly hot, sexy, talented guy?" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's face, biting his lower lip, determined not to ever let go.

His hands were traveling around Kurt's torso, needing to feel every tiny inch of him, when he realized Kurt was still wearing his underwear, so he started pulling them off him.

"I take that as I did something right," Kurt said under his breath, still uncertain of himself as he fell to sit on the bed so Blaine could drag his boxers all the way down and let them drop to the floor.

"That was… amazing… spectacular… so - fucking - sexy!"

As he said it he pushed Kurt down to lie in front of him, his head nearly falling over the foot of the bed, as Blaine punctuated each word with a wet kiss.

Kurt chuckled relieved as he folded his arms around his neck and spread his legs to let Blaine fall down on top of him. Kurt was harder than ever against his hip, and he himself was so hard he nearly wished to take a moment to take the top off before continuing.

For a moment they let themselves melt into a soft sequence of innocent kisses. It was liberating to know that they had the house to themselves, that they were together and naked with nothing to worry about than each other.

There was no knowing when they would be able to have a chance of enjoying each other like this again so Blaine wanted to take every second to let everything that was Kurt fill him. His scent, his skin, his taste, he wanted to memorize it all and hopefully it would make it less painful when he was miles away in New York.

"Good. I've wanted to do that for a long time," Kurt gushed against Blaine's chin, his palms clasping flat against his shoulder blades as he bucked his hips upwards.

"Glad you liked it. I've wanted you to do that for a long time," Blaine smiled and started kissing down his neck.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's calves, willing Blaine to grind his crotch against Kurt's with a slight moan from Blaine's teeth scraping against his collarbone. He made a quick movement and the bowtie dropped to the floor, Blaine grateful, because he had been afraid he was going to choke from it.

With silent moaning into Blaine's ear Kurt's hands traveled down his chest and onto his back. He pressed Blaine's body down, making Blaine feel the thin layer of sweat that had spread over Kurt's body from his activities only a few moments earlier.

"Eager are we?"

Kurt was horny as hell and so was Blaine, but as they still had some time to run on before worrying about anyone getting home Blaine figured that he could just as well get some fun and teasing from how needy Kurt was being.

"Is it suddenly a crime hat I just want you?" Kurt asked and arched his neck, Blaine taking the indication and let his tongue up Kurt's exposed throat to place a wet kiss on his Adams apple.

"I could get used to this - what else do you wanna try before you leave?"

Kurt's heels dug into Blaine's thighs. He was still insecure, afraid to speak his fantasies out loud, so Blaine figured that it was his turn to share.

"As you have just fulfilled one of my fantasies it should probably be your turn - but as it seems like you were quite enjoying yourself as well, I guess it would do for me to open," he started out slow.

He was so damn horny that his balls could easily be on their way to turning blue, but the way Kurt was squeaming and twitching under him he had too much fun to simply get right down to business about it.

He wanted to share, to play, and hopefully Kurt would gain a little confidence to join him.

"I want to fuck you. Hard."

Kurt opened his mouth to respond, probably argue that this wasn't anything new. That they had done that before, so Blaine hurried to cut him off.

"But I want us to sit up. I want to feel a new angle inside of you, feel you tighten around my dick in a whole new way," he groaned against Kurt's shoulder, letting his teeth scrape the delicate skin.

"God. Blaine…" Kurt whispered, his cheeks flushing and his eyes flickering away to avoid looking into Blaine's eyes as he was speaking so directly.

"You don't want that?" Blaine asked, uncertain whether Kurt was grossed out or scared of his proposition. They hadn't really experimented with new positions, mostly who to be top and blowjobs or hand jobs.

"Yes. Yes, I do. It's just -" Kurt responded heavingly under his breath.

"Good. Cause you can say no if you don't want to, but…"

He wasn't done. There was something more he wanted, he had fantasized about, something he thought about every time he was with Kurt, or thought about being with Kurt - he just never had the guts to ask for it.

"There's just one thing…"

"What? You want me to wear my Cheerios uniform? Tie you to the bed? Bite your neck while you're… inside me?" Kurt suggested jokingly and all of the ideas were scarily accurate, because he had fantasized about some of those things, and to hear Kurt say it out loud was like fuel straight to his lust. Kurt knew him so well, and he nearly choked on how obvious it was that Kurt had a direct line to his thoughts.

Yet neither of those were anything near he proposition he had in mind. Those could always wait for later, until one day where he was sure Kurt wouldn't be embarrassed or awkward to actually consider it. He didn't want to push him.

"I wanna fuck you without a condom," he blabbered out, immediately feeling Kurt go stiff under him.

"Blaine we never… we agreed that… to be safe," Kurt panicked out, and his hands and legs had stopped moving around Blaine's body

He raised himself to have a proper look at Kurt. He caught his eyes, determined to keep their eye contact throughout this conversation regardless of how much Kurt would try to avoid looking at him.

"I know what we agreed on, and I know that it was to be safe - but we've only ever been with each other, so there's no chance of neither of us being sick from anything… and it's not like I'm gonna get you pregnant or something like that," Blaine argued the best he could, aware that Kurt was turning it all over in his head, listing pros and cons. However, Blaine was still willing to let it go if Kurt really didn't want it.

"But why?" Kurt asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid Blaine would get mad at him for questioning his motives.

"Because… I wanna know what it's like. Because - soon you will move away from me, and I know that we've had sex before, and we will have sex again before you move - because I can't keep my hands off you. But… I wanna know what it feels like. Me being in you. I know it sounds stupid but I just have this thought that if we do it without a condom it will really be… making love. And I wanna make love to you before you leave me. Make sure that when you are out there, so far away from me that when I miss you so much it hurts I can't just tell myself that I'll see you in the morning, I will know that I made real love to you, that you let me make love to you. That… we would only ever do this for each other," he explained softly, keeping Kurt's eyes locked so he could watch how the words hit him and fastened themselves in his conscious even though he himself was confused over his own words.

"That is so romantic. I wanna… feel you in me," Kurt agreed with big eyes and trembling lips, before he pulled Blaine back down into a kiss.

"It's gonna be messy," he mumbled into Blaine's mouth.

"I'll clean it up. I promise I'll be careful. And keep tissues close," he assured him, hoping it would be enough to convince him, because after talking about it for the first time the want had transformed to a need.

"And of course when you're out there and I get horny and have to take care of it myself I will remember how warm and wet and tight you feel around my cock, and I will know that my hand doesn't feel anywhere near as amazing as you do," he chuckled into Kurt's mouth, knowing it would embarrass him but eager to let him know that even though there could be weeks between them having sex in the future Kurt would be the only one he would be thinking about when he was in the shower or in his bed fisting around his erection after a sexy dream about Kurt or seeing a picture of him - or maybe just having remembered a particularly hot moment they had shared.

"Blaine, you… you've got such a dirty mouth," Kurt exclaimed, shocked that Blaine would say such things out loud, and in this intimate moment.

"Yeah. You like it -" he laughed and bit lightly at the pale skin pressed against his lips.

"Then why don't you fuck me already, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt suddenly said, taking Blaine completely off guard, making lust shoot his straight from head to his crotch.

How was it that Kurt could be so innocent and bashful, shy and angelic - only to turn around and be lustful and seductive in only a matter of seconds?

"Bare. No condom. Be my big, strong, sexy man and make love to me - like no one else will ever get to," Kurt rushed out, his eyes seducing but his cheeks blushing and his voice still trying.

He wanted it. Kurt wanted to be fucked bare, Kurt wanted to learn how to push his shyness aside so he could talk dirty to him - Kurt wanted them to make love, to belong to each other forever.

The fire inside of Blaine quickly reignited. All the sudden nearly all of his focus was back to his dick. He was back to sweating, back to all blood pumping towards his crotch, back to wanting, needing, to feel Kurt around him.

He dived down to crash his mouth onto Kurt's, his tongue forcefully pushing directly into his mouth, with his pelvis rubbing against Kurt's, their pre-come smearing around their hips and he knew that he would end up having to find an excuse to give Carole for why they had to put the bedspread in the washing machine, but all that mattered right now was Kurt.

"Come 'ere," Blaine groaned and let his hands slide under Kurt's back to lift him up with him as he started to sit up himself.

Kurt eagerly followed, heaving for Blaine's mouth every time their lips were so much as a breath apart. Blaine sat on his knees, waiting for Kurt to move so he could sit down properly. He couldn't wait, he simply couldn't because it was all too much and he needed something to happen.

His hand was on his cock, his head wetting Kurt's ribs in the awkward position, and as he started handing himself Kurt gasped, and Blaine could feel him return to his shy self. Only this time he pushed it aside and was quickly on his knees himself, locking his fingers with Blaine's and pumping with him.

He let his free hand slide onto Kurt's back, pulling him closer, and let it continue down. He let his index finger find Kurt's crack, letting it slide between his cheeks so he could tease around the rim with the tip of his finger.

Kurt's hips did an involuntary twitch against Blaine's, and it was hard not to chuckle. He couldn't believe this day was actually happening. So many fantasies in one day - and quite a few of them had been Kurt's suggestion.

He dared the tip of his finger to push a little in, making Kurt's head fall forwards and Blaine had to catch him with his shoulder.

"I'm… gonna let go now. Don't stop. Please don't stop," Blaine instructed as he mentally prepared his next move, hoping he could make it work. Fortunately Kurt expressed a weak sound he could only interpret as agreement.

He released his hand from his cock and Kurt's hand rushed to take over fully. Blaine grabbed around Kurt's hips and somehow got his legs worked between Kurt's. He forced Kurt to sit down, straddling him, causing Kurt to let out a tender squeal from the surprise.

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and popped the lid open before awkwardly pouring the cold liquid over his fingers. He warmed it up as good as possible before letting his hand back to Kurt's ass, now more open for him, and let his index finger work directly into Kurt without trying.

"Holy… Blaine," Kurt moaned against his shoulder.

It was nearly impossible for Blaine to work his finger inside Kurt. His arm was practically too short to reach around, and the way Kurt's hips kept bobbing forwards didn't make it easier, so he decided to let he tip of his finger work itself in and out of him instead.

Kurt's free hand was piercing his fingers into Blaine's back. His perfectly manicured nails would without a doubt leave signs, and he would have to hear remarks from David at boxing practice the next day, but to Blaine it was a symbol that Kurt loved him and he wouldn't want him to let go for anything in the world.

"More… please, Blaine," Kurt needed and his hand let go to grip around Blaine's hip instead.

Blaine stretched up his head so he could kiss Kurt's chin. He pushed his middle finger as good as possible into his hole, making Kurt's forehead fall to his shoulder with a groan. It nearly sounded as if Kurt was about to run out of air and Blaine needed to be inside him soon, but there was no chance Kurt was stretched enough already.

"Dammit. Blaine - more, I need more," Kurt groaned against his neck, his teeth nearly boring into the crook of his shoulder.

Blaine was surprised. Usually Kurt appreciated slow prepping, teasing, the feeling of Blaine slowly building him up with his fingers. This was too fast, much faster than Kurt normally could take it. However, he could feel that it was true; as much as Kurt was tightening around his fingers he had also grown more stretched, too needy already.

Kurt started rubbing his erection against Blaine's stomach. The awkward position with which Blaine had to angle to reach around Kurt made pre-come smear over his chest and the feeling of Kurt's head hitting his nipple with their movements made Blaine know that he couldn't wait much longer.

He slowly let his fingers slide out of Kurt, surprising him by pressing his prostate on the way, during a complaining sound streaming from the back of Kurt's throat.

"No Don't stop. Blaine, please," Kurt was begging, and damn that was probably one of the hottest things he had ever heard, and Blaine's head was positively spinning with lust and need and Kurt.

"Shh," he tried to calm him, to make himself focus, but Kurt was clinging to him. Hot, and sweaty, panting with wet kisses on his neck.

"Lube me up for you," Blaine dared him, his voice more rough than he had expected it to be. He was pressing sloppy kisses down Kurt's cheek, willing him to look at him instead of hiding his face in his hair, hoping for him to be into it.

"Blaine, I.."

"Come on, baby - do it," he kept going. He could hear in Kurt's voice that he wanted to, he was simply nervous and possibly too turned on to think clearly.

He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's neck, biting his earlobe lightly with his fingers massaging his crack, teasing his hole as Kurt was shivering from the lack of action.

Without warning Kurt found his cool and reached out for the bottle next to Blaine on the bed. He poured the contents into his hand, cold and glistening, and maybe a little too much. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up before he carefully, but strongly, grabbed Blaine's cock. He kept staring into his eyes, only breaking contact for a second to look - look at his hand work itself wet and slick around Blaine's shaft, up his head, his thumb teasing over the slit.

"You wanna fuck me, Blaine? You wanna fuck me hard?" Kurt asked, his eyes back to Blaine's with full lips and harsh voice, Blaine nearly startled this new turn of events.

"Yes. Yes, god, I wanna fuck you so bad, Kurt -" he moaned weakly in response, no secret how horny he was or how much he could feel the need tremble in his entire body.

"Then do it deep. I want you… dick - deep in me," Kurt demanded with his hand pressing around his cock, his hand stroking him softly, almost caressing, and Blaine was caught completely speechless.

"Kurt, you're so hot!" He moaned before locking his fingers with Kurt's on his cock.

Kurt raised himself from his spot on Blaine's thighs, making Blaine head angle with his entrance so Kurt could start to carefully lower himself down.

The feeling of his head entering Kurt directly, skin on skin, made Blaine gasp. The feeling of nothing separating them, not even a thin layer of rubber, was sensational. It was like all the other times they had fucked put together, yet still more than that.

Kurt let his arms around Blaine's neck, with Blaine's hands desperately sliding up and down Kurt's back, frustrated to find a holding put, but at the same time a craving to feel all over Kurt's body was growing strongly in him.

Slowly Kurt let himself bottom out, take Blaine in completely, causing both of them to moan in thin voices.

"God Kurt, you're so good," Blaine burst out.

"Blaine. Fuck. Fuck me deep, baby -" Kurt begged thinly before he crashed his mouth onto Blaine's, a heated and messy kiss without either of them moving, but both still impatient for something to happen.

Carefully Blaine bucked his hips up, pushing himself further into Kurt even though Kurt was already sitting all the way down on him. Kurt groaned into his mouth, his fingers digging into the muscles of Blaine's shoulders.

He jerked upwards again His hands had found steady rest onto Kurt's back, pressing their torsos together against each other, but somehow it still felt like Kurt was way too far away from him.

The unfamiliar feeling of Kurt stretched directly around him, no condom to cover his skin, made him much more sensitive and he knew that he would need to start out easy to not come before they had even got really started.

He continued to push carefully into Kurt while their kiss turned moaning and sensual. Kurt's tongue was soft against Blaine's and it was like he could still feel it wetting in his ass, fucking into his hole.

Kurt let himself work slowly and down around Blaine, amazing him that Kurt could even make it possible. He was smiling down at Blaine, his eyes more filled with love than sex, and a ball of heat coiled up in Blaine's heart as well as in his stomach.

"You're… god, you're so gorgeous," Kurt heaved down at him, his knees spreading wider and going back together to let him around Blaine's length. He was smiling, fucking grinning, with lazy movements. His fingers broke through the gel and managed to entangle themselves in Blaine's hair.

Blaine's cock was overly sensitive, a tidewave of electricity filling his entire body with every tiny twitch or move or moan they did.

When Blaine was younger and started coming to terms with his sexuality he and his only gay friend had decided that they needed to start exploring this new world they had suddenly been thrown unwillingly into. After his first involuntary boners they had talked and figured that one day they would want to, need to, act on such feelings. Blaine started researching gay relationships online, but never really saw himself with someone He simply couldn't picture it. He had jerked off a few times, but that was mostly because he had found that it felt good, and who was he to deny himself that pleasure? One day he and his friend had giggly downloaded a gay porn movie. They were young and curious, they knew nothing about gay sex and was well aware that sex-ed in school definitely wouldn't inform them about this, so they decided they would need to figure it out on their own. After that Blaine watched more porn, exploring different positions and turns, challenging himself and what turned him on. He started fantasizing when he jerked off, imagining faceless guys, or hot famous guys - but it had never been about feelings. It was always fast-forward-fucking.

When he had started hanging out with Kurt he had been scared, more and more frequent had Kurt's face popped up in his fantasies. After Kurt had brushed his hand, when he hadn't thought it through before taking a light grip at Kurt's thigh; all of it made his head spin, and in the end he imagined ways of being with Kurt - yet it was still fast-forward-fucking. He couldn't deal with feelings, was afraid of what it would do to him. Then he had started realizing his feelings for Kurt, and the fantasies slowly developed into more soft, caressing touches; foreplay and kissing started sneaking in, and when he admitted his love for Kurt, when they finally got together, he started craving Kurt's touch more innocent and soft than he had ever been able to see himself with anyone, and it didn't necessarily involve sex.

Until Kurt sex had always been sex; no emotions, but plain, simple, physical actions for pleasure - that was how people used sex, and he found that sex was often used as currency between people, gay or straight.

Now he was here - sitting under Kurt, his cock buried deep in his ass and their bodies clasped against each other. Both of them were covered in sweat and their breathing was a joined humming of need. Yet it was nothing like his younger self had imagined sex to be - inside of him a firework of emotions were running wild. This exact moment they shared was tender and precious - romantic even.

"You're so… b-beautiful," Blaine whimpered and stretched his neck to fight for meeting Kurt's mouth in a kiss where he couldn't suppress a smile. Kurt was back to tasting like nothing but Kurt. That was Blaine's favorite thing about kissing Kurt; when they had been kissing for a while and all tastes of gum, lip smackers, coffee (or in this case his own ass) were gone and nothing but the taste of pure Kurt was left.

He pressed his palms stronger against the lower portion of Kurt's back and started bucking his hips upwards again He really did go deeper into Kurt than he had before.

"Mhm-hm Blaine, you're so… big God!" Kurt thrust out as Blaine pushed hard into him. Chills flew down his spine with Kurt's words and he couldn't help his fingertips going deeper in the pale skin.

He was happy that no one would ever see the bruises he would sure leave on Kurt's back - he wasn't sure tactful, bashful Kurt would be able to handle the confrontation it could lead to if someone other than Blaine were to see them. Then he would have to spill on their sexlife, something Kurt wanted to keep as private as possible.

The newfound sensitivity of his cock, along with Kurt tightening around him in a new way, moaning into his mouth and against his face, mixed with the new angle where he definitely reached deeper into him made Blaine feel like he could explode any second.

He differenced his speed, allowing himself to jerk slow, but hard, thrusts into Kurt's hole, making Kurt express high pitched whimpers and surprised "yes right there, baby," in a rough voice he only ever used during sex.

Before he knew it an idea had sprung to life in his head. Kurt's cock and balls were constantly rubbing against his abdomens and he could feel the shaft twitching as it was pressed between them.

Kurt started rolling his hips forward, the friction new and exceptional. Blaine's balls were hard and the feeling of Kurt's scrotum dancing over his sac didn't make it any easier for him to hold back.

Blaine's one hand released Kurt's back to run up his ribs, his thumb teasing his taut nipple before running his palm over Kurt's sweat-slick arm to find his hand in his hair. He bit lightly on Kurt's lower lip, their eyes locked together as Blaine led Kurt's hand down to close around his own cock.

Kurt shuddered. The rolls of his hips became unsteady as he locked his fingers with Blaine's around his pulsing length.

"Blaine, no. I -" he started to argue, but Blaine pressed his mouth to Kurt's in a nearly chaste kiss.

"Yes. I'll help you through it. It will be so hot. Kurt, you're so hot," Blaine encouraged him, begged him, and he could feel Kurt's body shivering again as Blaine slowly started moving their hands together.

Kurt hummed, whimpered, as Blaine pushed back up. Hard. Harder than he had done until now, hitting his prostate just right.

"Just - please - jerk yourself off for me. Come on me. God, I wanna feel how warm you are when you spill on me," Blaine kept going, and he could feel Kurt's fingers tightening. Kurt got off on him talking to him like this.

Quickly it changed so Kurt's hand was in control of the strokes on his dick. His speed rose, his breathing and whimpers along with it. His hips twitched forward on their own accord, and he buried his face against Blaine's shoulder.

"Shit - fuck Kurt, you're so tight," Blaine whined against his neck. Mouth clasped against the skin, teeth boring in put not gripping and pearls of sweat rolling down his temple.

"I hate you," Kurt wailed into his curls, biting hard on his earlobe, and Blaine could feel the chills running down his spine.

He was close, he was so close. He squeezed his eyes shut, sweat stinging into his eyes, and stars dancing around his closed eyelids.

All the heat that had been boiling up inside of, on his skin, in his intestines was running through his veins towards his crotch, threatening to let him fall apart the more he moved himself into Kurt.

"Blaine… harder. Deeper. Please," Kurt pleaded roughly drifting into needy, his nails back to punctuating his skin, this time on his neck, making him sure that he would need to use make-up to cover it up in the morning.

Kurt's voice was weak, it was sharp, it was piercing into his eardrums. It was like tiny bubbles brushing under his skin, making his stomach bubble, and the lava in his sac heat up to the point of roaming.

He flexed every muscles in his body, forcing his focus to concentrate on the movements of his hips. He let both of his hands grab on Kurt's shoulders, pressing him hard down, as he thrust his dick upwards as hard as he could muster, as deep as he could, each time Kurt groaned breathier into his curls, his fingers stronger around his neck… and he kept going around his cock. He didn't let go, he swiped faster, pre-come mixing with the sweat on Blaine's chest.

Kurt stretched to sit up, his face now directly in front of Blaine's with his hand slowing down on his erection. His nearly aggressive swiping was now differenced with caressing strokes and Blaine knew why. He was close himself, he could feel it in Kurt's balls against his abdomens, see it on his face, feel it in the way he moved.

"Blaine… please… come in me. Fill me up," he demanded, somehow managing to keep his voice steady and his eyes locked with Blaine's, firing up the sparks rolling around inside of him.

Shit, did he just… oh my god.

"Will you… god, Kurt… will you come on me?" He asked, doing his best to match Kurt's demanding tone, but he couldn't. It was too good, he was too close, and he couldn't even keep his head free of the fog clouding up his brain.

"Yes. Yes, make me come on you!" Kurt heaved out.

He's incredible, was the only thing that could fight its way to life in Blaine's mind as he prepared his body for release.

Blaine leaned a little backwards, Kurt still clinging to his neck with his one hand, Blaine's own hands locked on Kurt's cheeks, fingers digging into the skin, find his crack to slide easier in and out of him. Everything was wet and hot, and Blaine was unsure how long his muscles would continue to support him, but it was perfect the way he kept hitting Kurt's prostate making him whine for more and "yes Blaine".

It was nearly too late when Blaine rushed back to crash his stomach against Kurt's working hand. He was fucking hard into his hole that was clenching around him, the walls of Kurt's inside warm and hard and perfect as they enveloped his cock.

The bonfire inside of him transformed to an explosion, making fireworks running from the knotting ball in his stomach to cramp up his balls before roaming through his shaft to fill up Kurt's hole, and he could feel it, dear god, he could feel the way his come was running into Kurt and smearing around his shaft, his short, sharp thrusts squishing with every movement.

"Holy… Blaine!" Kurt wailed, whined, sobbed against his face as he flexed his abdomens along with his bicep, and he fell over the edge. Spurts of hot come splashed onto Blaine's stomach, making him thrust into Kurt again, riding his high out with constant pressure onto Kurt's prostate.

Kurt fell into Blaine's arms, his cheek slippery from sweat resting against Blaine's face. He was panting, heaving for air and Blaine nearly feared that his lungs were going to crash from overload.

He realized his hands were still locked on Kurt's ass, gripping hard around his cheeks, and he wasn't sure whether he was imagining it or if he really could feel his own come leaking from Kurt's ass around his cock, but he hurried his arms up to put his hands casually on Kurt's hips.

Kurt unlocked his grip on his own cock and rushed his arms around Blaine. He kissed frantically over Blaine's cheek, down his neck and nuzzled his nose into the soft spot under his ear. As much as Blaine was exhausted himself Kurt's arms were clinging stronger to him than should be possible after having come like that.

Blaine returned his embrace, squeezed as hard around him as he could, but his muscles were aching and screaming at him to quit and lie down.

Without warning Kurt's hands were on his face, forcing him to turn his head so he could crash their mouths together. His lips moved determined, assuring and passionate. His thumbs were softly caressing his sweaty skin and needy sounds were streaming into Blaine's mouth.

"Hey… shh… take it easy, baby," Blaine cooed softly as he broke free and saw Kurt's expression, looking like he had fallen apart in more than one way.

Their breathing slowed down, Blaine running his fingers into Kurt's hair, his thumbs tracing soothing circles around his scalp.

"Wanna lie down? I don't know how long we have but… I just wanna feel you for a moment," Blaine suggested softly, just as much because he could feel that Kurt needed the closeness, and Blaine wanted to give it to him, make him feel loved, make him feel how much he loved him.

Kurt nodded frantically, his breathing back to normal and his eyes avoiding Blaine's.

Blaine angled his body awkwardly to grab for the Kleenex on the nightstand. He pulled out a handful before he started cleaning off Kurt's stomach, going for his own next, followed by Kurt's shaking hand between them.

He wasn't sure how to do it, but he needed to do it. He reached around to carefully wipe up Kurt's crack, making him moan against his shoulder, before he started pulling himself out, doing his best to catch whatever semen could be on its way out of Kurt.

Kurt dumped to the bed on his front and Blaine cleaned himself off as good as possible before dropping the tissues to the floor. He moved around to lie down next to Kurt, scooping him up with his arm so he could curl up against Blaine.

"What's with you suddenly? Didn't you like it?" He asked worried, starting to fear that he had done something wrong, because usually Kurt would go into "let's-evaluate-our-performance"-mode after sex, eagerly chatting to assure that he had done okay and to assure Blaine that he had been incredible.

Kurt strengthened his grip around Blaine's waist, and mushed his face against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I don't hate you," he muttered weakly, his voice sounding like he was on the edge of tears.

At first he didn't understand what Kurt was saying, why he was saying that, when it hit him. He chuckled, laughed, into Kurt's hair, strengthening his grip around his shoulders and kissing his temple.

"Are you serious? Kurt… heat of the moment! Of course I know that. You love me, and I love you - and wow, you were so amazing, and hot, and sexy, and I have never come so hard ever. I swear, I could feel everything inside of you. Kurt, come on, I know that you love me just as much as I love you," Blaine chuckled into his hair and he could feel Kurt relax in his arms.

"Good. Cause I do. Always," he mumbled and kissed over Blaine's chest.

They fell silent. Words weren't needed anymore. Blaine bored his nose down in Kurt's hair, taking in the scent of his hair products, and sweat, and man, and Kurt, as he felt his body slowly sink into relaxation to a point where he didn't feel like he would be able to move even if he wanted to.

Suddenly Kurt rushed up, his twisted his torso in over Blaine's staring him into the eyes before he poked his ribs.

"Auh! What'd you do that for?" Blaine asked perplexed, confused, not knowing why Kurt would suddenly started to torture him, because that was exactly how a poke in the ribs felt in his over exhausted body at the moment.

"Would you stop saying that I'm going to leave you? I am not leaving you! I'm just moving away, but I would never leave you. You… you…" Kurt exclaimed, shock painting his face.

"I didn't mean it like that. You know that. Now would you lie with me before we have to get dressed? I wanna treasure this moment and store it in my memory forever," Blaine mumbled, unable to even get upset

He grabbed around Kurt's elbow and he watched as Kurt's body gave in. He sighed deeply and melted into a puddle back against Blaine's chest.

"Now about this… today. As mortified as I am over my bedspread I have to say - that was amazing. Blaine…"

Kurt's voice was quiet, and Blaine knew that if he looked at him his eyes would be drifting and he would be fighting to stay conscious.

"Can we take the money we usually spend on condoms and put them in a savings account instead?" Blaine chuckled dozy and let his lips ghost over Kurt's forehead.

There was no answer other than Kurt twisting his leg between Blaine's with a silent hum, and his eyelashes flickering over the tanned skin on his chest, before he suddenly chuckled.

"Yeah. Let's do that. It can be our savings for when you move to New York to me so we need to get a place for us. Together," Kurt grinned and let his fingers run through the trail of hair leading from Blaine's bellybutton and down his stomach.

"Sure. If never buy condoms again but put the money in there we'll be rich by Christmas," he laughed and moved to lie on his side so he could catch Kurt's eyes.

He was exhausted. Drained of energy. Blaine mentally decided that as soon as they had forced themselves to get dressed and fixed the bedspread he would convince Kurt that homework could wait so they could lie back down.

"We have to clean up. Now. My dad will be home soon. And Finn. You know how he'll never learn to knock, and I'm not planning on him seeing us na… like this," Kurt groaned dissatisfied. He was back to being virtuous and innocent.

He started to sit up and Blaine forced himself to follow. They both pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt before Blaine got rid off the tissues and dragged off the soiled bedspread.

It's not as bad as I feared, he thought as he pushed it into the washing machine as he had promised Kurt. He had said that he would clean it up, so he would - it had been his idea, after all.

When he returned to Kurt's room Kurt was fumbling with his satchel, looking for books and notepads when Blaine grabbed it out of his hand.

"Blaine, I have to.."

"No. No studying. Not now. You're coming with me," he ordered and grabbed Kurt's hand to pull him under the covers with him.

Kurt didn't resist. He let himself melt back into Blaine's arms, pressing kisses to his jaw with a delighted humming purring from the back of his throat.

"I love your tongue," Blaine suddenly whispered.

Kurt's face turned red in less than a second. He hid at the hollow spot between Blaine's shoulder and jaw.

"Don't hide. It was spectacular. Please don't ever think anything else. We made love, and I could feel your love for me, and I was sure I was gonna explode from all my love for you," he assured him.

"Oh you did explode. Wow," Kurt said with a raised eyebrow and cheeks crimson.

Kurt moved to look Blaine in the eyes. He wasn't blushing anymore, his cheeks were as snow white as ever, and his eyes were overcome.

"I love you," he said quietly, his lips ghosting over Blaine's.

"I love you too."