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A soft tap at his office door startled him, breaking his concentration.  “Come in.”  Kurt stepped in and Blaine felt his heart leap.  He jumped up from the desk, chair wobbling as he sent it skidding backwards in his haste to get to the door.  “I didn’t think I’d get to see you until Friday.”  The words were mumbled against Kurt’s neck and he breathed in deep, the feel of Kurt actually there filling the void he had felt since they had seen each other last (a week before.  A week of a cold, empty bed after three months of nearly constant company was unbearable).  

Kurt pulled him back, kissing him lightly.  “I skipped my appointments for this afternoon.  I woke up and was not feeling…well.”  Blaine leaned back slightly, surveying Kurt’s face: coloring was normal, eyes not glazed over.  Only the wardrobe seemed more relaxed.  Fewer layers and loose pants (well.  Loose by Kurt Hummel standards).  

Blaine cocked his eyebrow, confused.  Kurt looked normal and healthy.  “What’s wrong?”

“I woke up in my bed.  Alone.  And I needed to see you.  What better way to cheer myself up and improve your day than coming to visit.  Also…”  Kurt leaned in, draping his arms around Blaine’s waist, hands sliding down and into the back pockets of his pants, Blaine almost moaning as his own arms wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders automatically.  “I’ve had this picture of you spread out on your desk, me pounding into you until you can’t see straight.”  Blaine shivered and gulped, feeling himself harden.  “It made concentrating very… hard.”  Kurt rocked his hips forward into Blaine’s as his hands pushed Blaine into him.  Kurt was already well on his way to being hard, the length of him against his hip igniting sparks under Blaine’s skin.  

“Here?  Now?”  But who was he kidding?  Both of them knew that this was one of Blaine’s things (Blaine knew, Kurt obviously had guessed).  

“Here.  Now.  On your desk.  With your brother next door and gods know who else in the building.”  Blaine felt himself harden even further, his slacks quickly becoming uncomfortably tight, pulse thudding in his veins.  “And I’d say,” Kurt’s hand dragged slow around his hip to cup Blaine through his pants, voice sinful, velvety and heated, “You like that idea, Blaine.”

Blaine pressed himself closer, rubbing against the hand still cupping him and dragging Kurt’s head down to meet his lips, the kiss hot and wet and all exploring tongues, making Blaine want to rub himself harder against Kurt.  

He managed to force himself back, stepping away, Kurt still watching hungrily.  Blaine watched Kurt in turn, saw as his stare darkened, the blue of his eyes pushed back until it was only a thin ring.  Slowly, he backed up, moving towards his desk, undoing his tie and letting it slither to the ground, quickly followed by his shirt and undershirt.  Another step and he was out of his shoes and belt.  All the while tingles of electricity raced up and down his body as Kurt watched, making no move to undress himself, watching as Blaine stripped for him.  Blaine might have been self-conscious if not for the lust-blown eyes, tell-tale flush starting to bloom, and the front of Kurt’s own trousers obviously growing tighter as his erection strained against the zipper.

And then he was standing in his office where he ran a Mafia family in only his boxer briefs, Kurt rolling up his sleeves as he approached, forcing Blaine backwards until his ass was pressed against the hard edge of his desk.  A breath separated them, Blaine watching Kurt watching Blaine as Kurt pulled out his wallet, removing a condom and a packet of lube, dropping the wallet somewhere behind him and and the supplies onto the desk.

The air in the room seemed at once to heat and then vanish, suffocating and choking with the slight whisper as Kurt undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink.  He gripped the the edge of the desk, knuckles going white as he clung on.  He could feel that he was already fully hard, a wet spot darkening the fabric, dragging against the soft head of his cock with each twitch and breath, and he hadn’t even been touched yet, not really.

And then Kurt was on him, surrounding him, and Blaine was alight, heat racing under his skin and twisting at the base of his spine as Kurt’s tongue expertly tasted, fucking into his mouth possessively.  It was all Blaine could do to let his hands fly up, one clutching the back of Kurt’s neck, the other on his ass, pulling him closer into himself.  Broad hands rubbed up his arms, his shoulders, down his chest, one hovering at his nipple, thumb circling the now pebbled flesh.  Kurt’s other hand continued down, past his hip, palming where he was hard and straining and leaking with anticipation, then around, skating the edge of his boxer briefs, forcing him off the desk.

Blaine went as Kurt’s hands pushed, already pliant in his arms, breaths sucked in quickly before they plunged into their kiss again.  Kurt sucked Blaine’s bottom lip into his mouth, drawing out a groan as he scraped his teeth along it before releasing it.  Blaine’s hands clutched wherever he could maintain purchase, rutting against Kurt’s hips, impatient to keep going and quench the fire burning under his skin.  

The fire grew hotter as the hand that had been teasing his nipple dropped to join the other, both working to push his boxer briefs off his hips.  Blaine helped as much as he could without breaking the kiss, getting them halfway down his thighs.  The world froze, Blaine breaking the kiss to keen long and high as Kurt’s hands, sure and possessive, grabbed his ass, long fingers skimming, then delving between his cheeks, brushing too lightly and too dryly across his entrance.  The touch was too little to be more than a tease, but it sent sparks up his spine, another high keen falling from his lips, too loud in the quiet office with his brother next door but he couldn’t stop it.

“You need to stay quiet, Blaine.  You don’t want Cooper walking in right now.”  It was a mark of how far gone Blaine was that even his brother’s name didn’t lessen his erection at all.  In an effort to keep himself quiet (because he really didn’t want Cooper walking in), Blaine cupped Kurt’s face in his hands and kissed him, sucking hard on Kurt’s tongue before tangling his own in Kurt’s taking out his frustration at not getting more than a dry finger circling his hole dizzyingly slowly and the too-rough drag of Kurt’s slacks, still fastened, against his cock.  

“Please, Kurt.  More.  I need more.”  Blaine felt desperate, sobbing with need.  He might explode if he didn’t get more of anything at that moment.  “Please.  Anything.  Gods, Kurt, anything.”

Kurt pulled back, a hand capturing Blaine’s chin and directing his gaze upwards.  “I’ve got you, Blaine.  But I need you to be quiet, okay?”

Blaine nodded blindly, earnestly, uncomprehendingly.  He would agree to anything that would get him more.  “Quiet.  Yes.  I’ll try.  Please, more.”

Strong hands wrapped under his thighs, lifting him onto his desk, the wood cold against his too hot skin.  Kurt pushed Blaine’s underwear from his legs, Blaine kicking his feet and sending them flying before spreading his legs to let Kurt step in closer, pressing himself, all cooled fabric against Blaine’s skin, sensitive and overheated, every brush sending a jolt to his cock.  

Blaine’s whimper was silenced by Kurt’s mouth, slanted perfectly over his own.  Giving up on Kurt doing anything but rub at his shoulders and chest (which felt amazing but did nothing to soothe the persistent throbbing between his legs), Blaine moved his hands from Kurt’s neck, thumbs moving across Kurt’s nipples, hard underneath his shirt that was still on.  Why was he still wearing clothing?  He pulled back from their kiss, smiling as Kurt leaned in, trying to follow him, and asked as much.

Kurt just chuckled, smiling, a thumb stroking Blaine’s bottom lip.  Blaine opened his mouth further, letting it in and twisting his tongue around it, humming at Kurt’s groaned “God, Blaine.”  Kurt pulled his thumb back, now wet, and teased across Blaine’s nipple, finally responding to Blaine’s pleas for more.  “I want to fuck you just like this.  You bare on your desk, slick against the hard wood, reminded of this when you have to work, me over you.  Mine, Blaine.”  The last came out as more of a growl that sent shivers up Blaine’s spine, his cock jerking up at the words.

Blaine let himself be guided back, Kurt’s mouth hot on his neck, little fires left with each kiss, Blaine’s hips jerking as best they could when Kurt’s lips and teeth tug at his earlobe then suck hard at that spot behind his ear.  His mind has cleared of all thoughts, burnt away by Kurt pressing him ever further backward.  Blaine clutched Kurt’s shoulders as his back hit the desk, hands grappling for purchase on the fabric of Kurt’s shirt.

He gave up as Kurt sucked hard at his collarbone, hands thudding against the desk as his head dropped to the side, giving Kurt more room to work.  He felt Kurt hum against his skin each time a moan ripped from Blaine’s throat as Kurt pulled the thin skin over his collarbone into his mouth, worrying what would be a bruise but felt like heaven.

Kurt pulled back and Blaine whined chasing Kurt’s lips after a chaste kiss.  “Shh.”  Kurt reached over Blaine, grabbing the packet of lube and moving the condom closer. 

“Please fuck me Kurt.  Please.”  Blaine’s thighs fell open, knees bent so he could press his heels into the edge of the desk, spread as wide as he could manage when Kurt pressed a slick finger to Blaine’s hole, circling tortuously slowly, leaning in and covering Blaine’s mouth with his own, swallowing the moan as his finger slid in without warning, a second pressing in as soon as Blaine gathered himself enough to bear down.  The burn and stretch was heady and incredible, too much too soon and Blaine loved every slide of too much.

Blaine could only babble softly as Kurt worked, quickly stretching him open, adding more lube, scissoring his fingers.  Blaine let the words and panted breaths fall from his lips, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, shouting when long fingers grazed his prostate.  Kurt’s thumb soothed circles on the cut of his hip, relaxing even as his fingers kept moving and stretching.

A third finger was added easily, Blaine could barely feel the stretch, only the need for more, for Kurtwas important.  “Ready.  Want you.  Please want you.”  Blaine did his best to plead with his eyes, hoping Kurt would see that he needed him now.  Kurt met his eyes and nodded slowly, reaching for the condom wrapper and tearing it open with his teeth.  Blaine kept his head up, watching as Kurt pushed his pants and underwear down, hissing as he rolled the condom onto his cock, already flushed red.  Blaine shivered with anticipation, hands flexing against his thighs, watching as Kurt slicked himself up.  His head dropped back and hit the desk with a thud as the blunt head of Kurt’s length brushed against his entrance.  Pleas fell from his lips again, a jumble of “Please Kurt” and “Fuck me”.

Kurt bent over him, licking up a beaded line of sweat from his chest, then up his neck, until his lips were pressed against Blaine’s ear.  At the same time, the head of his cock popped in with a slow thrust forward, Blaine arching off the desk as his legs wrapped around Kurt’s waist, heels digging into the small of Kurt’s back.  Kurt entwined their fingers, pressing the backs of Blaine’s hands into the desk, all the while fucking in slow and shallow, rocking in and out mere fractions of an inch.

Blaine had no idea what he was saying anymore, only vaguely aware that his lips were moving, attempting to form the words that would get Kurt to fuck him.

Centimeter by centimeter, Kurt thrust in deeper, still too slow and too little, but the small movements forced Blaine to appreciate each little more stretch and depth. 
Finally, Kurt bottomed out, circling his hips deep in Blaine, the hot length of him thick and Blaine felt perfectly full.  He wanted this forever.

 Lazily, Kurt’s hips picked up speed, taking his time.  Blaine would have known that it was to make him feel every movement of Kurt in him if he could have thought clearly.  Only the desire for more coursed through him, burning most every other thought out of his mind, high pants and moans jolted out of him with each dull slap of Kurt’s balls against his ass.

Kurt pistoned in harder, but still not hard enough.  Blaine sought Kurt’s eyes, whimpering pleas and clenching his ass around Kurt, who smirked and shifted his hips slightly, pressing down hard on Blaine’s hands.  “What?”  Kurt’s cock brushed Blaine’s prostate and his shout was silenced by Kurt’s mouth on his, the echo ringing in his ears, joining the pounding of his heart.

“Shh, Blaine.  You have to stay quiet for me or Cooper is going to hear us and come in.”  Each jolt of Kurt’s hips forward knocked a low pant from Blaine, interrupting the semicontinuous stream offuckyespleasemoreKurtharder.

Dumbly, Blaine nodded, swallowing the whine when Kurt slowed, paused, bottomed out, hips circling again, cocked so he dragged just so over Blaine’s prostate.  Blaine felt himself flush as Kurt’s gaze raked across his body.  He had to bite his lip hard when the circling of Kurt’s hip grew wider again, Kurt thrusting in deeper, Blaine’s head thudding back against the desk.  

Using the little leverage he had from Kurt’s hands, Blaine did his best to meet Kurt’s thrusts, tightening himself around the hot length inside him, moaning along with Kurt.  “Fuck, Blaine.  You’re so good, taking it so well. But you have to stay quiet for me.”

Blaine had lost his grip on his control, the babble and moans growing in volume as Kurt pounded into him, slow and hard.  He was getting closer with each slap of Kurt’s sack on his ass, the coil of heat in him flaring brighter and twisting tighter and hotter.

 He knew, somewhere in the recesses of his need-driven mind, that he was too loud.  But he achedwith need,  ached where he was pressed into the desk, Kurt’s weight resting on his hands, unforgiving and claiming.  It was all Blaine could do to lay there and take it, spikes of pleasure dancing across his skin.

He was so close.

And then Kurt was gone, pulling out and moving away.  Blaine cried out, panting and frustrated, clenching around nothing.  “One moment, Blaine.”

He sat up, sticking slightly to the desk, watching Kurt as he picked up Blaine’s tie, folding it neatly

“Is this okay?”  Kurt seemed unsure, holding the folded tie out.  Blaine’s mouth went dry, cock jerking against his stomach as he realized what it was.  “You know I love your sounds, but right now you have to be quiet.”  

Unable to summon words, Blaine let his legs fall open, panting softly as he lay back down, hands returning to their former place.  And then Kurt was there, kissing him open and deep.  Blaine left his mouth open when Kurt pulled back and eased the folded tie between his lips.

The makeshift gag pressed his tongue down, lips quickly beginning to ache from the stretch.  He held his legs up, inviting Kurt to step between them and inside, a dull burn growing in his abs and thighs from the effort.  He wanted to beg, to say whatever Kurt needed to hear to start fucking him again.  But the tie in his mouth meant he couldn’t, so he had to wait for Kurt.

Cool, confident hands rubbing up and down his thighs did nothing to quench the fire burning low in his belly, tendrils of arousal snaking around him as Kurt teased light touches to his nipples, his stomach.  A gentle pinch to the head of his cock  made his vision go white and his back arch off the desk, too much and too little.  Blaine’s eyes found Kurt’s, stare breaking when Kurt’s fingers slipped lower to stroke his balls, down his perineum.  Blaine saw stars, hips and cock jerking, Kurt pressing harder against the place where hi prostate could feel it, quickly moving down to trace Blaine’s rim, still stretched and waiting.  Blaine felt himself clench, trying to pull Kurt inside.

His whimpers were smothered by the gag, freeing his mind and letting him not hold back, allowing him to focus fully on Kurt’s hands on him, thighs brushing the underside of Blaine’s.  He wanted to cry, Kurt’s length brushing against him.  He reached out to Kurt, who batted his hands away.  “Hands on the desk until I tell you to move them, okay?”

Blaine nodded, dropping his arms to the table, head following suit again, but not before he saw Kurt squeeze a line of lube on his fingers, slicking himself again.  Wet fingers returned to Blaine’s entrance, two slipping in easily.  Blaine ground himself down on the fingers as best he could, eyes meeting Kurt’s and begging for more.  The fingers were gone and Blaine could cry until he felt the blunt head of Kurt’s length at his entrance, circling before pushing inside.  Kurt moved as slowly as he had before, little thrusts in until Blaine could feel the wiry hair at the base of his cock against his ass, stilling inside Blaine, neck arched back and Blaine wanted so much to touch him.

Kurt shifted, pushing Blaine’s hands above his head, one hand pinning them while the other snaked down, dragging across his chest and sternum, leaving streaks of fire in its wake, Blaine arching up into the touch.

What felt like an eternity later Kurt’s hand finally wrapped around him and Blaine almost came, would have come if Kurt had moved his hand, so warm and tight and frustratingly stationary.  Unable to cry out, Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt, heels digging into his ass, urging him to move.

Kurt nodded, thrusts picking up speed, hand tightening and moving in time with his hips.  Blaine gasped around the gag, heat gathering, pooling, his balls tightening.  ”Come for me, beautiful.”  Kurt’s voice was just as wrecked as Blaine felt, and he so wanted to come like Kurt said he could.

Above him, Kurt was panting, thrusts losing their rhythm but Blaine couldn’t push himself over the edge.  Kurt canted his hips, thrusting once, twice against his prostate, hand on Blaine’s cock twisting and catching under the head, then brushing over it.

 The pressure and heat snapped, back bowing, ass clenching around Kurt, white ropes painting his chest and Kurt’s fist as Kurt worked him through it, his own hips stuttering through his orgasm and Blaine cursed where they are and the condom between them, wanting to feel Kurt filling him.

Kurt barely caught himself before collapsing on Blaine’s come-streaked chest, arms trembling slightly.  Slowly, Blaine came back to his senses, coming down off the high.  Kurt released his hands and pulled the gag from his mouth, smiling at Blaine in permission before ducking down again.  Blaine’s hands fell to Kurt’s shoulders, squeezing hard as Kurt’s tongue dipped into his navel.

Blaine bucked into Kurt’s mouth when he switched to licking broad stripes, cleaning Blaine of the ropes of come.  Arms shaking slightly, Blaine lifted himself up to watch Kurt, wincing as his cock tried to harden at the sight.  

Chest heaving brokenly, streaked with damp lines from Kurt’s tongue, Blaine met Kurt’s kiss and would have come again if he could have.  Kurt hadn’t swallowed all of it, tongue pushing Blaine’s release into his mouth.  He moaned into the kiss, tongues twisting together, sharing his taste between them.  

They broke apart, Blaine sitting up fully, hand still cupping Kurt’s shoulder, thumb rubbing slow circles.  He tugged on the shoulder in his grip and Kurt came closer until their foreheads were touching.  Kurt’s eyes were soft, blue, and sated.  “I love you.”  His voice was quiet, happy.

“I love you too.”  The room was cooler now and Blaine was uncomfortably slick between his legs, but he wanted to stay like this forever.

Kurt’s eyes flicked up to the clock on the opposite wall.  “You should get cleaned up and dressed.  Cooper will be back soon.”

“You-you just wanted to gag me.”  Not that Blaine was surprised by the deception.

“You just wanted me to gag you.  I didn’t actually want to get caught.  Your brother would have offered tips.”

“And one thing you do not need is tips.”

“Implying that I need something else?”  The corners of Kurt’s mouth were quirked up in a smile, but his eyes were worried.

“Only to kiss me again.”  Blaine tilted his head up, their lips meeting chastely.  “I’d ask you to come shower with me, but…”

“But then you would never get anything done.”

Blaine hopped off the desk, wincing slightly, smiling at a concerned looking Kurt.  “I’m fine.  Just a little sore.”  He pressed himself against Kurt, fabric scratching on his still-sensitive skin, cupping Kurt through his pants and enjoying Kurt’s answering hiss, obviously having missed Kurt tucking himself back in.  “I’ll think of you all day, while I sit at the desk you fucked me on.”

Kurt moaned, hands sliding around Blaine’s hips falling away as Blaine stepped out of his reach.  “No.  I have to go shower, remember?  I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yes.  I’ll call you tonight and see you tomorrow, definitely.”
“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They kissed one last time, and then Kurt was straightening himself up and shutting the door behind himself.

Blaine’s intercom buzzed with Cooper’s voice.  “You two lovebirds done in there?”

“Give me twenty minutes, Cooper.”

“Who topped?  Do I need to send the couch out for cleaning?”