The car ride back to Kurt’s house couldn’t have lasted longer, in Kurt’s opinion. Thankfully, Blaine turned the toy off as soon as they got in the car. Kurt was finally starting to control his body again, but the need to come was still almost overwhelming. When he felt as though he was finally able to stop the shivers that seemed to be constantly running through his body, Blaine would catch him by surprise, toying with the controls on the remote and sending jolts of electricity up Kurt’s spine. The buzzing would only last for a second, however, just enough to keep Kurt right on the edge. He was so hard it was almost painful, and Kurt saw - with smug satisfaction - the way Blaine’s eyes darkened when Kurt adjusted himself in his pants. Finally, finally, they arrived at Kurt’s house, and Kurt had the car door open before Blaine had even pulled the keys out of the ignition. He ran (well as best as he could given his current situation) to the front door and pulled out the key. He felt Blaine’s warm body press against his back, and lips trailing all along his exposed neck, sucking and nipping. He fumbled with the key for a few seconds before Blaine reached a steady hand out and directed the key to the hole. The second the door was open, Blaine shoved Kurt through it and pressed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together, while simultaneously kicking off their shoes. Kurt felt buzzing again, strong and insistent, right against his prostate. He gasped, and Blaine groaned, moving his mouth to Kurt’s neck.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered against the heated skin there, smirking when he heard Kurt moan. “Moaning like a slut, just for me. You did so well today, Kurt. Maybe I should let you come.”
Kurt threw his head back against the wall with an audible clunk, granting Blaine more access and squeezing his eyes shut. He needed it, so badly. “Please, Blaine- I - fuck, please let me come oh god,” he begged unashamedly. He felt Blaine’s hands trail down from where they rested on his shoulders. Blaine dragged his fingers down Kurt’s back, brushing along the waistband of his incredibly tight jeans, and stopping. Kurt dug his own fingers into Blaine’s shoulder blades, relishing in the feel of Blaine’s lips on his neck, and his hands all over his body.

Blaine reached his hands down a little more and cupped Kurt’s ass through his jeans, causing Kurt to gasp. Blaine moved his fingertips so they were settled right at the head of the toy, and started circling it with his pointer finger, enjoying the noises it was causing Kurt to make. He was also impossibly hard himself, but he could wait.
“Do you like it when I do that, Kurt?” Blaine whispered right into Kurt’s ear, his hot breath making Kurt shiver in anticipation. Blaine punctuated his words by pushing on the base, just a bit, just so he was sure it was positioned right on Kurt’s prostate.
“Yes I- fuck- yes,” Kurt stumbled, trying his absolute hardest to fight off the orgasm that was threatening to overtake him, send him into oblivion. Blaine smirked against the shell of Kurt’s ear, and pushed the vibrator deeper.
“What if I fucked you against this wall?” Blaine asked, pressing his body closer to Kurt’s, forcing Kurt farther into the wall. He moved his leg so it was between Kurt’s legs, and pressed closer. Kurt was writhing, his hips bucking immediately at the friction he so desperately craved - and had been deprived of - all day. “It would be so hot, and I know how much you want my cock, so it probably doesn’t even matter where I fuck you, does it?”
Kurt simply whined, because honestly, it didn’t. He just needed to be fucked. He’d never felt so desperate in his life. Blaine’s hands moved from his ass to the front of Kurt’s pants, and began to pull on the buckle of Kurt’s jeans.

Blaine made quick work of the belt, and popped the button on the front of Kurt’s jeans open. Kurt almost sobbed in relief, but was stopped when Blaine’s mouth reconnected with his. Kurt tried to respond to the kiss, but the only thing he could focus on at the moment was trying not to come. The kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongues, and Kurt moaned when he felt Blaine’s hand slip into his underwear. His hips started to buck, and Blaine pulled his hand out immediately.

“I don’t think so, Kurt,” Blaine reprimanded. He used his hand to hold Kurt’s hip to the wall, and knelt down, using the other hand to shimmy Kurt’s jeans down to the floor. Kurt quickly stepped out of the jeans, and kicked them aside. They were designer, and he’d regret it later, but at the moment all he wanted was more. He couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck about his clothes. Blaine pulled off Kurt’s socks, then stood back up to work on the buttons of his shirt. On his way up, Blaine brushed his fingers up Kurt’s legs, and along his inner thigh, stopping just before he reached Kurt’s cock. Instead, he moved them back to the outside of Kurt’s thighs, up his hipbones and sides and finally coming to a stop at the first button of Kurt’s shirt. He undid each button slowly, teasingly, and followed each with a kiss to Kurt’s overheated skin. Once he was done with all the buttons, he pushed the shirt off Kurt’s shoulders, and threw it next to his jeans.

Blaine paused for a second, just admiring Kurt. Even in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d ended up with someone so perfect. Blaine heard Kurt whine his name, and it snapped him out of his reverie. He returned his body to its previous position, pressed right up against Kurt, holding him there.
“I was just thinking about how amazing you look right now,” Blaine whispered, pushing his leg into Kurt’s cock. “So desperate for me, for my cock.” Kurt was whimpering at his words, at the pleasure coursing through his body. He knew they were only there for a few minutes, but it felt like hours to him. The vibrator was still pulsing strong, and Kurt was pretty sure he was going to die if he didn’t come soon.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt’s hips, and spun Kurt so he was facing the wall. He did it so fast Kurt didn’t even know what happened, until Blaine was pressed against his back, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses to his shoulders, then moving down his back. When Kurt felt Blaine’s lips at the top of his underwear, he thought he was going to pass out.

Blaine brought his hands to the waistband, not wasting any time in pulling them down. He placed a swift kiss on the top of Kurt’s ass, before shoving the offending piece of clothing the rest of the way down, and helping Kurt step out of them. Blaine made quick work of his own clothes, and tossed them to the growing pile. Standing up, Blaine saw that the toy was still going, buzzing inside of Kurt. He moaned, his own cock turning painful.

“Fuck, Kurt,” he whimpered, trailing his fingers around the edge of the toy. Kurt whined, his hole clenching around it. “You look so hot right now. I can’t believe you kept this in all day, and didn’t come once.” Blaine grasped the base of the toy and began to pump it in an out of Kurt slowly, barely moving it. “How does it feel?”

Kurt was panting with the exertion, all the muscles in his body quivering. His cheek was flush against the wall, sweat-slick and red. His hands were planted on the wall, not sure where else to put them. “Full,” he breathed. “But s-so good.”

Blaine chuckled. “Good.”

Abandoning Kurt for a split second, Blaine ran to where his pants were located and searched in the pocket for the remote. He quickly ran back, and resumed his previous position. He grasped the base of the vibrator again, and starting thrusting it in and out, with a little more force and speed this time. “How much do you think you can take, baby?” he asked Kurt, holding the remote in the same hand he was using to hold Kurt’s hip to the wall.

“W-what do you mean?” Kurt stuttered, his mind spinning.

“I mean, there’s a lot of settings on this toy, do you think you can take all of them? I think you can.”
Kurt was so turned on by now he was actually crying, the steady thrust of the vibrator in his ass along with the vibrations hitting his prostate. “M-more, Blaine, please.”

Blaine hummed his approval. “There’s four more that we haven’t tried, but I don’t think we have time for the middle three, do you?” Kurt choked out some noise, which Blaine took as an affirmative. “What do you say we just skip to the last one, huh?”. Blaine paused, not wanting to push Kurt too far. But when he saw the slight movement of Kurt’s head up and down, he wasted no time. Looking down at the remote, he turned the nob quickly until it couldn’t go any further.

Kurt screamed, his whole body stilling for a second before beginning to shake almost violently. He squeezed his eyes as tight as he could. His hole began clenching at a rapid pace around the toy, and Kurt was pushing his hands into the wall so hard he was losing feeling in his fingers. He’d never felt anything like it. So much pleasure so quickly was overwhelming, and Kurt almost began to white out.
“Blaine, please please please let me come, sweet hell- fuck! Blaine I need to- I - I need it now please let me,” Kurt babbled.

Blaine chuckled. “Listen to you, begging like a whore for me to let you come. You want it so badly. Such a cockslut,” he commented. At some point, he had begun rutting against Kurt’s leg, and he moaned, directly into Kurt’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kurt.”

“Yes, thank you thank you thank you,” Kurt spoke, not even aware of the words coming out of his own mouth anymore. Blaine pulled the toy out, and Kurt almost collapsed, whining at the empty feeling, before he felt something bigger push at his entrance.
“Christ, Kurt, you’ve had the toy in you all day and you’re STILL tight,” Blaine groaned, slamming into Kurt in one hard thrust. Blaine had gotten some kind of lube from somewhere, Kurt didn’t know from where or what it was and if he was honest with himself, he didn’t care. He screamed out in ecstasy, and felt Blaine’s hands grip his hips tight enough to bruise. The idea that there would be marks in the morning sent a painful jolt to Kurt’s cock. Blaine started pounding into Kurt mercilessly, causing him to go flat against the wall, his fists clenching and unclenching, trying to find something to hold onto. Blaine was pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he could reach- Kurt’s neck, his shoulders, his back. Everything was sex and sweat and so much and Blaine felt his orgasm coming quicker than usual. He changed his angle, and thrust in again, causing Kurt to scream out again as he hit the little bundle of nerves.

“I’m close, Kurt,” Blaine breathed. “But you don’t get to come until I say so.” Kurt whined low in his throat, frustration and desperation having consumed him completely. Finally, Blaine thrusts stuttered and then stilled, and Kurt felt Blaine release deep inside him, his breathing heavy and his grip on his hips tightening. Kurt was right there when Blaine pulled out, and he groaned. He was so close. The feeling of being so empty was torturous, but luckily didn’t last long as Blaine flipped Kurt back around and quickly shoved three fingers into his hole. Pumping his fingers roughly, Blaine dropped to his knees and took Kurt’s cock into his mouth, licking over the slit and sucking like he was born to do it. Blaine hummed, and Kurt fisted his hands in Blaine’s hair, pulling tightly. Sweat was dripping down his body, and he was so sensitive to everything by now- the way Blaine’s fingers felt inside him, the way everything smelled of sex. It was as if every nerve ending in his body were on fire.

Blaine pulled off and looked at Kurt through his eyelashes, his pupils lust-blown and his lips slick with spit and pre-come.

“Come for me, Kurt.”

That was all Kurt needed as Blaine took him back into his mouth. Blaine hummed again and took Kurt deep into his throat, and Kurt was coming, harder than he ever had in his life, feeling as though everything was too much but not enough at the same time, his body shook and his vision turned white and there were stars in front of his eyes and then-

Nothing.
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Kurt opened his eyes to the feel of soft fingertips brushing hair off of his forehead. He went to sit up and- wait. How did he get on the couch?
Kurt looked around and saw Blaine first, his curly hair sweaty and tousled, his face positively glowing. Kurt met his eye and Blaine smiled sweetly.

“Welcome back,” he whispered.

“Did I- did I pass out?” Kurt croaked, his eyelids already drooping in exhaustion.

“Yup,” Blaine responded, sounding pleased. Kurt rolled his eyes. “I brought you over to the couch and cleaned us both up.”

“Blaine that was- I can’t- wow,” Kurt finished lamely.

“Oh god, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I was too rough, wasn’t I? I didn’t mean any of those things I said, Kurt, I swear. You should’ve stopped me I-“

“Blaine. Shut up,” Kurt said, silencing Blaine with a lazy kiss. Blaine smiled into the kiss, cradling Kurt’s face gently in his hands. He stood up from where he was kneeling next to Kurt’s head, and took Kurt’s hand gently in his own.

“Come on, Kurt, let’s go lay upstairs,” he suggested. Kurt tried to fight it, too comfortable to move. Blaine realized what the issue was, and bent to pick Kurt up bridal style. Kurt giggled, and rested his head on Blaine’s toned chest as he carried him upstairs. Blaine put him down in Kurt’s bed, and climbed in after him, pulling Kurt to him so his back was flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him closer, snuggling into his shoulder.

“Blaine?”

“Hmm?”

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” Kurt said, yawning.

“I agree. I so agree. We should do it again.”

“But next time, it’s your turn.”

“…Deal.”