The afternoon sun streamed through Blaine’s window to pool on the chest his head was still pillowed on. Beneath him, still clutching Blaine to himself, Kurt slept on, chest rising and falling and heart beating strong under Blaine’s ear. Their legs were as entwined as they had been then they had collapsed. Blaine straddled a lean thigh, his own knee intimately pressed into the delicate skin of Kurt’s inner thigh.

Blaine let himself drift in the twilight between waking and sleep, Kurt shifting as Blaine nuzzled, his scruff rubbing at the sparse smattering of hair dusted across Kurt’s chest. He could feel his eyelashes, clumped from dried tears brushing soft skin and a soreness between his legs, physical reminders of the last few hours. Moving slowly after Kurt had resettled himself, Blaine turned his head to press a light kiss on Kurt’s chest. When he didn’t stir further, Blaine shifted, easing himself further down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down Kurt’s torso.

Muscles tensed under his tongue as Blaine lapped at Kurt’s navel before nipping lightly at the thin skin over his lowest rib. Kurt grumbled and Blaine smiled mid-kiss, deciding on the best way to start (restart?) their day. He trailed kisses lower, lingering over his favorite spot at the crease of Kurt’s thigh. Kisses peppered the soft skin, light dots before Blaine paused and nuzzled, enjoying the feel of the heat of Kurt’s skin against his cheek. He nuzzled closer and inhaled a deep sigh, the intoxicating mix of clean sweat, sex, and a spicy musk he had learned was pure Kurt.

Still asleep, Kurt mumbled and wiggled slowly, softly sighing, his legs falling open wider when Blaine urged them apart to settle himself between them. He breathed deep and rubbed his cheek against the soft skin of Kurt’s inner thigh in a way that made Kurt shudder and keen and sent tremors down his own spine. He pressed his lips, hot and open, against the base of Kurt’s half-hard erection. The half-awake hiss from above him registered only as an exhale and he continued, lips open and sucking gently at the base, breaking off for him to nuzzle again. “Owowow. Blaine. Blaine. Fuck. Stop.”

Hands gripped his shoulders painfully and pushed him back, sending him tumbling to the floor in a puddle of sheets. “Fuck. What?”

“Scruff, Blaine. Scruff. On my fucking dick.”

Blaine, still sitting on the floor where he had fallen, met Kurt’s glare, so serious against the sleep and sex rumpled hair and general disheveled appearance, and couldn’t contain the laughter bubbling in his throat. Moments later he was bent double, clutching his side and laughing hysterically. He managed to see Kurt crawl down the bed to look at him through tearing eyes as he gasped and tried to regain control. Kurt cocked an eyebrow and Blaine lost all progress, giving himself over to the full-body cackling. Perched above him, Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him. Blaine tried to speak and failed, holding an arm out to Kurt instead. One good yank brought Kurt tumbling down next to him and the laughing became painful, Kurt’s high laugh joining as they clutched themselves and periodically attempted words.

Breathing under some amount of control, Kurt smiled at him through his own heaved breaths. Reaching out, Blaine cupped Kurt’s face in his hands and drew them together, mumbling “I love you” just before their lips met, Kurt pursing his own in time. It was gentle, sweet, short, and utterly perfect.

Their lips met again and again and with each one Blaine relaxed a little more into Kurt’s tight embrace. Just as the brush of lips started to lengthen and deepen, the heady rush as Kurt’s tongue delved and explored the familiar recesses of Blaine’s mouth sending pricklings of heated electricity up and down his skin and spine, Kurt pulled back, laughing as Blaine leaned in to follow his lips. Blaine blushed and looked down—it wasn’t anything new how much Blaine wanted Kurt even now.

“Put the puppy away.” Kurt grasped his chin lightly, thumb dragging over the problematic scruff. “I have plans, dear. And you will like them, I promise.” His tone was a sensual purr Blaine would swear he could feel washing over him. “I want…” He trailed off, seemingly momentarily lost for words as he stared into Blaine’s eyes, leaving them both more bared than the lack of clothes did. “I need you to show me I’m yours.” He leaned in closer, straddling Blaine’s hips, hovering so the only touch was Kurt’s breath against Blaine’s ear. “I want you to take me apart, until I am begging for more. I want you to make me hang there until I am sobbing and writhing. And then I want you to do it again.”

The gears in his head spun madly, trying to find traction as waves of lust clouded his thoughts. Kurt moved in closer, lips against the shell of Blaine’s ear a point of fiery contact, his voice gravelly and deep, “I want you to make me fall apart with you over me and in me. I want you to make me yours.” Blaine could only blink at him as his brain again, his swiftly hardening length against his thigh, pulling up to tent the sheets barely covering him his reaction.

Kurt smiled at him and gave him an Eskimo kiss that did not fit the situation but fit Kurt. Blaine sat dumbstruck while Kurt neatly, gracefully, levered himself up and walked to the bathroom and swallowed hard when Kurt let his hips sway just that much more than normal. When his brain caught up to the implication lacing Kurt’s desires, his jaw dropped open.

One night, when they were both tipsy on good wine and lounging on the couch too wrapped in each other to be comfortable but Blaine hadn’t wanted to move despite the combined heat of their bodies, they had exchanged what made them fall apart the most completely. Kurt…Kurt said slow edging and rimming until he was so open and slick lube was almost irrelevant. Of course they hadn’t made it that far that night, indulging Blaine’s love of riding Kurt hard on the couch instead.

“You coming?” Kurt smiled at him from the bathroom door.

“Not yet.” Blaine made sure to keep his face as innocent as he could as he joined Kurt in the bathroom. Kurt was warm and perfect when he pressed himself against his front, kissing the side of his neck as Kurt’s hands skated over his back, the curve of his ass, and back again, leaving tendrils of arousal to snake between his legs.

At some point their lips found each other and they kissed lazily, kisses simply for the enjoyment of kissing as the water for their shower heated up. The air was filling rapidly with steam when they broke, resting their foreheads together. “I love you.” The words fell neatly off his tongue, floating up and around them with the steam.

Lips brushed his temple, then his nose, before Kurt response made him feel like he could fly. “I love you too.”

With no plans other than enjoying each other’s bodies and basking in their love of each other, they took their time in the shower. Blaine moaned, porn-star loud, when Kurt’s hands wove through his hair, massaging thick shampoo suds through his hair. “You okay over there?” Kurt’s eye brow was cocked and he was teasing, pressing in just the right places on Blaine’s scalp to earn another moan instead of words. It just felt so good and Kurt knew it and Blaine knew that he would get his own chance at melting Kurt into a puddle of goo with just a scalp massage.

The last sight before he closed his eyes as Kurt pushed him under the spray of the showerhead was Kurt’s eyes, as blue as shallow water on a sunny day.

And then it was his turn. Hair suitably wet, Kurt spun out of the spray and stood with his legs spread just enough for Blaine to be able to read the top of his head without reaching too much. His hair is soft and ridiculously thick between Blaine’s fingers as he worked the lather through. Paying particular attention to one spot earned Blaine a whimper and then a groan that was swallowed as Blaine stepped around and between Kurt’s legs and their lips found each other.

Still kissing, Blaine guided them slowly back under the water, breaking apart so they wouldn’t inhale water and suds as he wove his fingers again and again through the thick locks.

The same process repeated, conditioner worked through with the other’s skillful fingers and rinsed out and Blaine was overheating, the billows of steam and Kurt pushed it deliciously to the wrong side of comfortable. Kurt grabbed the loofah and pour on body wash, the suds looking sinful as he worked the lather up. Lips brushed against his own once before Kurt focused his attention on bathing Blaine, moving the loofah in neat, even circles, free hand catching purposefully on erogenous spots. Feeling loose and happy and loved under the attention, Blaine tracked Kurt’s moves until his eyes rolled up and his head dropped back, Kurt’s hand sudsy and washing his more intimately than anyone else had, thorough and delicate and Blaine felt another rush of emotion for this man swell in him.

Hands moving with a confidence born only of familiarity, Kurt moved Blaine back under the water, hands chasing the water and suds down his body and Blaine let himself be maneuvered, content to just feel for the moment. He’d get his chance to be more active and take care of Kurt soon enough.

That chance came when Kurt handed the loofah to him, still sudsy. He took his time, scrubbing along the lines of muscle, tracing them with the fingertips of his other hand. He spent a bit of time on Kurt’s back, moaning along with Kurt as he worked at the persistent knot in his shoulder, moving on and down to the perfect globes of his ass. Holding his tenuous control tightly (he had plans, damn it) Blaine refused to watch the slide of suds down and over Kurt’s ass and thighs and kept his hips far enough away from Kurt’s body so his steadily hardening erection did not brush against anything but air.

Kurt’s eyes were dark when Blaine met his gaze, standing on tip toe to graze his lips to the underside of Kurt’s jaw then refocusing on the feel of suds covered skin as smooth as marble, brushing over the bump of Kurt’s collarbone and then down, following the lines of suds. Kurt exhaled a long hiss as Blaine brushed his hand down his chest, whimpering when he doubled back to rub his thumb over his nipples, Blaine feeling Kurt’s gaze hot on him as he watched the pink skin pebble and harden under the attention, his mouth both parched and watering as Kurt’s body reacting to his touch.

“Blaine…” Though they hadn’t really touched Kurt’s voice sounded wrecked, and Blaine met his eyes and took it has his cue to speed up his bathing of Kurt. Soon swirls of suds dripped down the long lines of Kurt’s body and Blaine was kneeling on the hard tile to wash Kurt’s legs, picking his feet up and smiling when Kurt laughed at the tickle, kissing the inside of his knee before working his way back up, leaving streaks of lather in his wake.

Kurt stepped obligingly under the water, wringing the loofah out, panting as Blaine chased the suds down his body. Ignoring the possibility of drowning in the spray, Blaine stepped in close and kissed Kurt hard, feeling Kurt’s mouth open for him when he nipped at his bottom lip and moaning in unison as their tongues met.

The water went cool against their heated skin and they pulled apart wordlessly, Blaine watching Kurt turn off the water and lead the way out of the shower. Toweling each other off, they exchanged murmured sweet nothings, kissing lightly every few compliments.

Kurt tied Blaine’s towel around his waist before doing his own and steering him to face the mirror. “Shave, please. I’d rather not have beard burn anywhere your mouth is about to be.”

Blaine made sure Kurt held his gaze in the mirror before speaking, able to see Kurt flush down to his chest at his next words. “You sure about that? You don’t normally mind it, that little bit of scratching on the inside of your thighs when my fingers are fucking deep inside you.” Not really caring either way, Blaine reached for the can of shaving cream and started to fill the sink with water. “And didn’t you say I get to do whatever I want to you today? I believe your words were that you wanted to feel like you were mine.”

“Mmm. And I do. Over and over again. I also want you to shave.”

Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt and received a kiss to the shoulder blade. Blaine finished shaving and they brushed their teeth together in their annoyingly domestic way, standing next to each other with toothpaste foam leaking out of the corners of their mouths, which should have made them both giggle like sixteen year olds but they didn’t. Blaine couldn’t stop the smile when their toothbrushes sat next to each other, where he hoped he would always see them.

“Now, give me ten minutes and I will join you.” Kurt looked meaningfully at him and Blaine caught on, blushing lightly. Most of the time they were comfortable enough with sex getting messy. But sometimes, like that day, Kurt wanted to be cleaner for their activities, cementing in his implied request for the afternoon’s festivities.

Blaine hung his towel up and wandered into the bedroom, swaying his hips a little too much to imagined music. The door clicked shut behind him. He amused himself with turning on Kurt’s favorite playlist and stretching out on the bed. His knee crooked up and out, baring himself to the closed bathroom door and stroked lightly, fingertips skimming over his essentially soft length, working himself up and teasing himself, palming lightly over the head and ghosting down the side, his other hand moving to cup his balls, moaning at the contact.

The ten minutes passed without notice, Blaine palming himself only enough to stay hard, a touch that was more tease than pleasure. The bathroom door creaked open and Kurt paused in the doorway, eyes obviously taking in the sight of Blaine stretched out and waiting for him on the bed.

“Blaine Anderson, I don’t think I tell you enough.” Kurt stalked over to the bed, the swing of his hips and the glint in his eyes predatory. “But you are fucking gorgeous.” He crawled up the bed, eyes not leaving Blaine’s until they were nose to nose, Kurt hovering over Blaine.
Stretched out on top of Blaine, pressing hard but not enough, Blaine felt Kurt brace himself before rolling Blaine over on top of him, both exhaling harshly at the new contact (Blaine wasn’t holding himself off of Kurt as Kurt had been).

Slowly, making sure that the move was okay with Kurt, Blaine shifted up to his knees and spread Kurt’s arms up until they grazed the headboard. “This okay?” Kurt, eyes glazing over, hummed and nodded fervently. “Good. No touching. You’ll get to touch me later. Certainly no touching yourself.” He leaned in, lips brushing Kurt’s mouth, “I want you to come again and again because of me. Make all the noise you want, but I am going to take my time with you.” Kurt shuddered under him, but gripped the edge of the headboard obligingly.

Blaine sat up fully, taking in the sight of Kurt spread out, panting and waiting under him, his own cock twitching at the vision. Top down would be easiest, he decided. Shifting up, Blaine kissed each of Kurt’s temples, the space right under his ear, the scar on his neck. When his lips touched Kurt’s throat under his jaw he whimpered. “Blaine. Kiss me. Please.”

“Shhh. I will, caro. Just let me.” Kurt tasted like clean soap over that spiciness that was him as he worked a mark into his collarbone. “Fuck. Blaine. Please kiss me.” Giving into the wrecked pleas, Blaine met Kurt’s lips, grinning when Kurt arched up under him as if trying desperately to find some relief. He lifted himself up too far for Kurt to reach. “If you’re having this many problems remembering instructions before we have even started will you last?”

“Fuck you.”

He hummed against Kurt’s pulse point, biting lightly. “You’ll know when we get there, caro.”

“Fine.” Kurt visibly gritted his teeth, spitting out the words. “Fuck me.”

“Still not gonna tell. Uh-uh.” Blaine sing-songed. Kurt wasn’t actually angry, just horny. “Hands on the headboard until I tell you, got it?”
Kurt growled at him, sending his best bitch glare at Blaine who laughed and kissed over his heart. “I’ve got you. Just let me enjoy you.”
Blaine got a huff in return, but Kurt returned his hands to the headboard and looked up at the ceiling, petulant. “Thank you, caro.” Blaine kissed Kurt swiftly before returning to where he had left off, using the already drying marks from his mouth as a placeholder.

Starting with the mark on Kurt’s collarbone, already deepening to a delicious purple, Blaine continued his exploration. Just as Kurt had earlier that morning (had it really only been a few hours ago?) murmured words of praise and love between kisses and nibbles. Under him, Kurt followed his instructions and his only movements were the moans falling from his half-open mouth, the tightening of muscle under Blaine’s tongue, and the twisting of his hips when Blaine laved attention on a particularly sensitive spot.

Bypassing Kurt’s length, hardened and dripping onto his stomach, Blaine kissed his way down Kurt’s hip and thigh, rubbing fingers through the hair dusting the tops of his thighs, short licks and nuzzles against the insides in his knees and ankles. All the while, a seemingly endless stream of nonsense spilled from Kurt, voice high and breathless with need, hands gripping the headboard hard and causing the muscles of his pecs and arms stand out.

Slowly, a speed he imagined would be nothing short of maddening for Kurt, Blaine worked his way back up to his favorite spot on Kurt’s hip. Clean shaven as he was, he wouldn’t run into the same problems as he had earlier, a fact he took advantage of, rubbing his nose against the junction of Kurt’s hip, brushing occasionally against the base of Kurt’s cock and feeling the muscles of Kurt’s stomach tense at the contact. “Blaine…” A hoarse whisper fell amid the high whimpers and Blaine maneuvered so he could meet Kurt’s eyes. The sight of Kurt’s length between them and his eyes blown wide with need sparked fire down his own spine and ignited the pooling heat at the base of his spine.

Kurt bucked hard into him when he licked him from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the crown before sucking once, hard. The pop as Kurt’s length dropped from his mouth was wet and sinful, equal to the pitiful whine from Kurt at the loss of the first relief he had had.
“Shh, caro.” Blaine scooted back up the bed, Kurt’s eyes dark and glazed from being denied, knuckles white against the dark wood of the headboard.

“Please, Blaine. Please.” His voice was strained and high, so very close to begging.

“What do you need, Kurt?” Blaine smoothed the sweat-slick locks back from Kurt’s forehead, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

“Something, anything. Just touch me.”

Feeling like teasing, Blaine ran a hand down Kurt’s chest, circling a nipple before coming back up as he responded. “I am, my love.”

“More. Please Blaine. I need more.”

Blaine ducked again, lowering himself slowly on top of Kurt to kiss him, languid and deep, both of them sighing happily as their lips and tongues met. Blaine let Kurt control the kiss and take out some of the frustration he was feeling (Blaine held his hips just out of Kurt’s reach). Each swipe and twist of Kurt’s tongue in his mouth, each scrape of teeth and capture of Blaine’s lip between Kurt’s sent another stream of white hot fire coursing down his spine until he wanted nothing more than to lower his hips so they could rut against each other.

He took the opportunity presented when they finally had to break for air to kiss his way back down Kurt’s chest, stopping to deepen the mark on his collarbone and start one just above the cut of his hip, where it could only be covered by a shirt.

Blaine, settled between Kurt’s legs, rested his chin and tapped Kurt’s thigh to get his attention.

“What?”

“You can let go of the headboard now.”

“Can I?” Kurt would have hated how pitifully needy his voice sounded any other, not lust-clouded moment.

“Yes, caro. You can touch me. But no touching yourself. Me or the bed.” Kurt’s hands dropped to the bed, fisting in the sheets.

Ready to move Kurt into the best position, inspiration made its way through Blaine’s lust-fogged brain. “I need you to roll over for me, caro.”
Whimpering softly, obviously knowing what would come next, Kurt flopped over onto his stomach, humping against the sheets and sighing with obvious relief. “Uh-uh, Kurt. That counts as touching yourself.”

“Blaine.”

“Up on your knees. You asked for this. And you’ll get it. But by my hands, not yours. You’re mine, caro, right?”

Kurt turned his head, nodding, and settled into the position they had used before, high enough up on his knees that the head of his cock didn’t touch the sheets, back arched and knees wide enough that he was completely bared before Blaine.

A contented sigh whooshed out of their mouths at the same time as Blaine dragged his hand down Kurt’s back and brushed his lips over Kurt’s shoulder. Contorting a little, Blaine met Kurt’s lips, face half-smushed in the bed but perfect nevertheless. Kurt’s back was smooth and warm under his hands, tracing up and down the lines of muscle as his tongue darted out in each open mouthed kiss pressed to each knob of Kurt’s spine.

He pressed his fingers into the dimples at the base of Kurt’s spine, hands fitting more perfectly that he could have believed. Kurt moaned, muffled slightly by his arms, as Blaine dipped his thumbs lower, massaging and pulling. The moan became a quick gasp as Blaine’s thumbs moved even further, exposing Kurt’s entrance and Blaine nearly growled at the sight, pink and tight ring quivering under his gaze.

There was a rustling of sheets as Kurt fisted his hands harder and arched his back more, inviting Blaine to taste.

Blaine pressed a soft kiss to the back of Kurt’s thigh, relishing the sound of disappointment from him as he settled himself between Kurt’s thighs. Giving in to Kurt’s whined please, he licked a broad stripe from the space behind Kurt’s balls up over his entrance. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the ring, twitching as if to grab his tongue and pull it inside.

“Relax for me, Kurt.” He grabbed a quick break as Kurt sighed out the tension. Mouth closed in an open kiss over Kurt’s entrance, Blaine hummed his approval, tracing small circles around the rim.

Kurt’s soft pants, high whimpered exhales. sent pinpricks of arousal to Blaine’s erection. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from rubbing against the bed for the tiniest bit of relief. After a few licks across Kurt’s entrance, Blaine felt him relax the tight ring, allowing his tongue to probe inside. Saliva, pooled in the dip of his curled tongue helped him ease Kurt open , spread over the slowly relaxing rim before sliding down Blaine’s chin and Kurt’s perineum. He kept alternating, never doing the same thing for long enough that Kurt could get used to it, until one last breath puffed hot over the now slick pucker drew a needy whine: Kurt was ready for more.

Stiffening his tongue and easing it in, humming as he felt Kurt bear down enough to let him in, Blaine moaned. Kurt was so very tight around him, the combination of clean soap and his own spiciness and that darker earth underneath and the feel of the muscle clenching around his tongue as if to keep him there made him want to snake a hand under himself and stroke the three times it would take to have him fall over the edge.  Instead, Blaine redoubled his focus on Kurt, fucking his tongue into him, the saliva dripping between them, messy and heady.

Kurt found his words again, breaking through the stream of babble and whined pants. “More...Blaine.” Blaine lifted his head, kissing the curve of his ass and taking in Kurt, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, back tense, and hole just winking open and slick. “Please.” Kurt had turned his head, still resting on the bed to look at Blaine. Cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed, lips swollen from where he had been biting them, hair mussed from the shower and being ground into the bed, all covered in a light sheen of sweat, not yet beading but glittering in the light. He looked absolutely beautiful, wrecked with need and hazy with desire.

Kurt whined again as Blaine took his time to settle, nipping the curve where thigh met ass and wrapping his arms around him again, fingers reaching to hold the soft globes of Kurt’s ass apart. In this position Kurt could still only hump the air, which he did, arching his back and pushing back towards Blaine as if to entice him back.

“I’m getting there, caro. I’m going to enjoy you at my own pace.”

The tight ring fluttered under his tongue, clenching down again as soon as Blaine’s tongue was close enough as if to keep him in place, the move sending more arousal to pool between his own legs. It was tricky—adjusting pulled on his wrists, but Blaine managed to get a finger next to his mouth, stroking the muscle gripping him tightly until the fluttering slowed until his tongue and finger could move in tandem, fucking in slow and shallow.

Kurt’s hips, which had settled to doing aborted circles in time with Blaine’s thrusts, stuttered as he canted them back as his spine bowed.
“No coming yet, Kurt. I’m not done.” He had barely done anything yet, but after his emotional break earlier, he couldn’t blame Kurt for being on edge. At the head of the bed Kurt grunted his assent, knuckles stark white against the navy sheets. Not pausing his tongue’s movements, Blaine withdrew his finger and changed position to one that allowed him to push two fingers in, going in to the first knuckle easily. He slowed, giving Kurt time to breathe through the added stretch, waiting for his cue to continue.

Three breaths later, Kurt nodded and Blaine slid his fingers home, mouth watering and erection jerking hard as he watched his fingers disappear into Kurt. Tortuously slowly, he stretched, scissored, and thrust. Every few fucks in he would let the saliva pool on his tongue to smear around and in Kurt’s entrance, slicking but still dragging to let Kurt feel every movement of Blaine’s hands and tongue.

Blaine whined, confused as suddenly the ass under his tongue and fingers was moving away from him. Kurt didn’t say anything, just tossed the bottle of lube over his shoulder and settled back into position, thrusting his ass back into Blaine’s face. “Is this your way of telling me you want more?”

“Well, s-since I’m not a-allo-owed to t-touch,” Blaine had gone back to stroking around Kurt’s rim, finger tips just dipping inside. “F-fuck. Blaine. More. Please. Anything.” Kurt’s words went straight to Blaine’s cock, now dripping heavily without even being touched.

“God. Kurt. I love you like this, stretched out and needy. My beautiful, beautiful caro.”

Two lubed fingers slipped in easily, wrist twisting to spread the lube, Kurt clenched hard, moaning at the returned stretch. “Yess…Blaine. Y-yours. Always..fuck..a-always yours. More. More p-please.” The please died as a gasp when Blaine crooked his fingers, searching until he found the spot, mouth opening in a moan of his own against Kurt’s ass at Kurt’s reaching, erection throbbing painfully at the neglect.

Palming his cock quickly, slightly relieving the building pressure, Blaine withdrew his fingers from Kurt slowly, tucking a third in on the next stroke in. Kurt’s hips thrust back and he moaned, deep and wanton and made Blaine want to say screw it to his plans and fuck Kurt into the bed. But he had his plans and Kurt had wanted to feel owned…though a hard pounding into the bed would work, Blaine wanted to draw this out a little more. Because he could, now, with the ring on Kurt’s finger and their declarations of love swirling around them. He could take his time and take Kurt apart piece by piece.

So instead of burying his dripping, painfully hard cock in Kurt, he eased him open with three fingers, pausing to let Kurt adjust before moving his hand, bracing himself against Kurt’s ass as his hand fucked in slow and hard, Kurt panting hard in time with each thrust in.
His voice was gravelly when he spoke, Kurt’s hip’s had increased their pace and Blaine didn’t want it to end yet. “Tell me when you’re close, Kurt.”

It didn’t take long. Three more thrusts and Kurt was crying out the nearness of his orgasm and then shouting when Blaine removed his fingers, thrusting back into nothing, stretched hole clenching around nothing. “Fuck. B-blaine. Please.” Kurt was drifting back from the near-high, hips no longer erratic and body heaving as he caught his breath.

Blaine palmed his cock again and bit back a moan at the sight, waiting for Kurt to come back from the edge, thighs and arms shaking from effort. Blaine moved from between Kurt’s legs to lie at his side, threading his fingers through the sweat-damp locks and urging Kurt to meet his eyes. After a tug on his hair, Kurt turned his head to face Blaine, mouth parted and panting still, needy whispers escaping every few breaths.

Their lips touch lightly, once, Blaine’s moving across Kurt’s and Kurt letting him, only starting to respond a few beats in. His limbs are trembling harder than before and the thought that he might not be comfortable flashes through Blaine’s clouded mind. “Hey, Kurt?” He stroked his clean hand up and down Kurt’s back, down his arms, then back again. “How about you lie on your back?” With gentle hands and slow motions, Blaine got Kurt stretched back out on the bed, both sighing as he relaxed, Blaine kneeling over his thighs. “That’s better isn’t it, my beautiful caro.”

They kissed again, languidly, Kurt’s mouth opening to Blaine’s passively, reacting only as Blaine’s hands started wandering. He pressed lightly into the marks he had left earlier, thumbs rubbed in circles around and then over his peaked nipples. The lower he went, the closer to the erection Kurt seemed to have momentarily forgotten about the more reaction he got from Kurt. A familiar hip cant up was Blaine’s reward for pressing into the mark above Kurt’s hip, a moan into his mouth for him dragging his fingertip through the quickly forming pool of wetness around Kurt’s navel. Kurt broke the kiss with a keen when a second pass just barely touched the soft head of his cock.

Blaine ran one finger up the thick vein, from base to head, twisting his wrist to lightly press his thumb nail into the slit, Kurt tensing and moaning under him, the stream of babble starting again, pleading for more, anything Blaine just more. He chuckled as Kurt’s hips lifted up in search of the lost touch when he moved his hand down, moaning in tandem with Kurt as he repeated the motion, dragging his fingertip up, this time rubbing, barely touching, just under the crown. Kurt thrashed on the bed, hand flying to grab Blaine’s wrist. “Blaine.” Kurt was on the edge of begging now. One more push and he would say anything to get off, but Blaine trusted he wouldn’t touch himself this time.

His erection bobbed against his stomach as he moved and sat as close to Kurt as he could, pulling his leg over his shoulder and pushing his other leg up, knee bent to bare Kurt to him. The fine hairs on the inside of Kurt’s knee tickled his cheek as he rubbed against it, stroking the thigh stretched up to him with delicate touches, Blaine’s other hand dropping between Kurt’s legs to tease along the stretched rim. Fire coursed through him as he watched Kurt’s eyes flutter closed when he stroked up to his balls, toying with them momentarily then dragging back down to circle the his hole again.

“Do you need more lube, baby?” His stomach swooped and erection throbbed when his fingers dipped in before withdrawing, judging the slickness. Kurt’s back arched off the bed, his hand flying to clutch Blaine’s still resting on his hip, the black of the ring startling against the white knuckle and Blaine’s stomach swooped for a different reason. Entwining their fingers awkwardly, he waited, a finger slowly fucking into Kurt. “Lube, baby?”

Blaine watched Kurt search for words, mouth moving in short gasps that made his erection leak even more. “I-if it’s o-oh god-only your f-fin-ngers, n-n-oh.” Blaine slid two fingers in before Kurt had finished speaking, turning to kiss the knee at his shoulder as he twisted his fingers, warming Kurt back up.

As soon as Blaine’s fingers were as deep as they could, his mouth sucked hard, working a mark into the spot of skin right above the inside of Kurt’s knee, where the hair was thin and soft, Kurt’s hips ground down hard on the fingers.  Blaine could see the concentration crease his brow, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he tried to....

Kurt keened, back arching when his hips found their mark and forced Blaine’s fingers to brush against his prostate.  Blaine pulled his fingers back out, tutting at Kurt’s whined pleas.  “No, Kurt.  It’s my turn to play, remember?  Grinding down on my hand counts as touching yourself.”Letting his fingertips dance along Kurt’s rim again, he met Kurt’s eyes over his leg.  “Are you going to let me continue?”  Kurt’s fingernails dug into Blaine’s hand where it still lay against his hip.  Blaine let his thumb stroke Kurt’s until Kurt nodded.  “One more time, baby.  Then you can come.”  

He leaned up and over Kurt, keeping Kurt’s thigh pinned between them until Kurt was spread open and Blaine’s mouth brushed against his ear.  “I’m going to make you feel so good baby.  Just a little bit more.  You want it to be that much better, don’t you, Kurt.”  He could feel his voice rumble through his chest and Kurt arch up into him, canting his hips down.  Blaine let him, one finger entering with an easy press.  “Tell me when you’re close, caro..  I’m going to make this so fucking good for you.”  Kurt whimpered, and turned his head to meet Blaine’s mouth in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth and panting breath than kiss.  

“I’ve got you, babe.  I’ve got you.”  Blaine captured Kurt’s mouth and added another finger in the same breath.  Kurt moaned into Blaine’s mouth when Blaine twisted his fingers, speeding up his thrusts slightly even as Kurt clenched around him.  Kurt froze, Blaine’s fingers brushing his prostate.  Kurt was tight and warm perfection around his fingers, the squeeze seemingly to pull at his cock, leaking and throbbing painfully where it was pressed into Kurt’s thigh.  

His third finger slipped in with a sharp intake of breath from both  of them, tensing for a moment before Kurt started grinding down again, panting quickly.  His hips jerked up weakly as Blaine ignored his prostate, using the fingers to explore and stretch.  
Blaine pulled away to watch Kurt’s face, flushed and covered in a sheen, bottom lip immediately caught between his teeth.  Kurt’s thrusts and grinds became more erratic, losing all rhythm as his breath caught.  His voice was high and pained when he managed to get the words Blaine had been expecting out, “Stop.  S-stop.”  

His fingers slid out with a dirty, delicious squelsh.  Kurt was near tears, humping against empty air as he tried to pull himself back from the edge. Blaine cooed in his ear, balancing himself so he did not brush anything that would make Kurt lose control.  “Shhh.  I’ve got you, caro.  My beautiful, amazing, stunning Kurt.  So amazing for me, letting me do this to you.  I love you so much. Thank you for letting me show you how much, how stunning, how sexy  you are.”  The words helped to pull Blaine back from that precarious edge too, the throb still there but not nearly as urgent.  “There you go.  Next time.  We’re almost done, my amazing Kurt.  I still have you.  I’m not gonna let go.”  

Kurt turned his head, eyes desperate and full, searching.  Blaine smiled and kissed him, soft and sweet, the smile staying on his face.  When they separated, foreheads touching.  A soft smile broke on Kurt’s face, Blaine dipping down to bop a kiss on his nose.  “Ready, babe?”  Kurt, words obviously still beyond him, nodded quickly.

Blaine kept himself bent over Kurt, keeping Kurt bent in half.  It took all of Blaine’s self control to not rub against Kurt, but he would wait until the next round for that.  He focused his frustrations on Kurt, adding a third finger to the two already fucking Kurt and relishing Kurt’s appreciative moan.  Not want to string Kurt out any further, Blaine stretched and twisted faster and faster, a punishing pace that he knew Kurt loved.  He was rewarded with an octave-stretching, unashamed moan, the last second breaking off as his fingertips brushed Kurt’s prostate.

Kurt was practically quivering, hips fucking back unsteadily, his hand a tight grip on Blaine’s hand.  His free hand fisted hard in the sheets next to his knee, thrown out as wide as he could manage without forgoing the leverage of his foot planted on the bed.  His neck arched, high pants and whimpers falling on each exhale.  

Blaine slowed down (mainly to give his wrist a break).  Kurt cried out, face crumpling in frustration.  “Kurt, my caro.  I’m here.  I’ve got you.”  Instead of speeding back up, he twisted and crooked his fingers.  Shifting the slightest, Blaine slid his erection against Kurt’s and thrust his hips down twice before pulling back and rubbing Kurt’s prostate in insistent circle.  

Blaine watched in awe as Kurt’s face contorted beautifully, his body seizing and jerking unsteadily, his orgasm taking him by surprise and lasting, streaks of come painting his chest and stomach.  Blaine kept his fingers moving as best he could through the tight squeeze of Kurt around him in time with the shakes rocking his body.  Blaine thought he heard his name of Kurt’s lips before he started cooing and praising.  

“There you go.  My beautiful Kurt.  Amazing, and stunning and I love you so much like this.  I love you so much no matter what.”  
They both winced, Blaine’s fingers sliding free.   Barely hanging on the not come-covered side of orgasm, Blaine did not let himself look down at Kurt’s hole, which he knew would be slightly stretched and red and slick.  Mindful of the stress of the position on Kurt, Blaine eased back slowly, wiping his hand clean before stretching out beside Kurt and burying his nose in Kurt’s hair.  

“Thank you, beautiful.  And if you’re up for another round soon, I have more plans for you.”  Blaine felt more than saw Kurt nod and kissed him lightly, Kurt still dazed, and slid down the bed.  He met his eyes and saw another small nod.  

Kurt’s come was cooling slightly, sticky and thick and bitter on his tongue as he licked up a strip that had landed across Kurt’s chest.  He licked with deliberation, to clean, not to tickle or tease.  Kurt’s oversensitivity kicked in and Blaine felt a hand tugging sharply at his hair.
Their kiss was lazy and sloppy, Blaine still on edge and Kurt still coming down.  Blaine felt Kurt moan into his mouth after Blaine coaxed Kurt’s tongue into his mouth, letting Kurt taste himself.

Kurt winced when Blaine cupped his hip, pressing his fingers (freshly wiped on the sheets) into the mark over his hip.  Blaine watched Kurt’s eyes start to drift shut, opening when Blaine tapped against the bruised skin.  “Ready to go again, caro?  I’m not quite done with you yet.”
“What?”  He dropped off as Blaine pressed his still neglected erection into his hip, mouth falling open.  Blaine turned into the hand that had come up to cup his face, waiting for Kurt’s answer.  “Please.”

“Need more, babe?  There’s still a little left in you.”  His fingers danced across Kurt’s stomach, teasing over the still-sensitive head of Kurt’s cock, up to a nipple, and back down, easing Kurt back into arousal.

“Please, Blaine.  Please.  More.  Want you.”

Blaine smiled, leaned down to kiss him, and was met with hunger in Kurt’s kiss.  “You have me, caro.”

“In me.  Please, Blaine.  Need you in me now.”  Kurt’s movements were slightly uncoordinated but he managed to pull Blaine over him, legs firm around his waist, heels digging into Blaine’s ass.  The room filled with moans as Blaine’s hard length slig against Kurt’s, half-hard and trying to get harder.  

“Shh, Kurt.  I’ve got you.”  Blaine spoke as he reached for the lube, fumbling for a condom until Kurt shook his head.  “What, Kurt?”

“Just you.  Wanna be yours. Just yours.”  

The words were fresh kindling to the slow fire at the base of his spine, re-igniting the flames.  “Whatever you want, babe.”  
Freshly lubed fingers slid home with a low groan, two then three in quick succession, Kurt’s needy whimpers spurring him on.  “Now, Blaine.  N-need you n-now.”

The cold of the lube shocked Blaine enough that he did not come when he finally touched himself, hand spreading the lube purposefully.  He knelt, then wiped his hand off and guided Kurt, pliant and whimpering, up to kneel in front and over him, back to chest.

He gripped the base of his cock painfully tight as he guided Kurt back down onto him.  Ladysex and sad puppies.  Think about ladysex and sad puppies, Blaine.  

Kurt was tight and hot around him, seated fully on Blaine, back arching and head dropping to Blaine’s shoulder.  Taking a deep breath and repeating his mantra, Blaine gripped Kurt’s hips and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade.  Slowly, obviously still sensitive, Kurt started moving under Blaine’s hands, a slow rock up and down, each move punctuated with a moan or whimper or caught breath.

Testing to see how fast Kurt had recovered, Blaine moved a hand from Kurt’s hip to between his legs, closing lightly around the nearly completely hard cock, Kurt only moaning as he ground his hips down onto Blaine.  

Kurt retaliated by grabbing his other hand and pulling it away from where it gripped his hip to his mouth.   Blaine’s hips jerked up uncontrollably when he felt lips around his fingertips, biting down on Kurt’s shoulder and focusing on not coming right then when Kurt sucked hard, moaning around his finger, his back bowed, driving Blaine’s erratically jerking hips deeper.  

“I-Kurt. I n-need,” his voice was wrecked, mind scrambling to put words to what he needed, “U-up and off, for a s-second.  I n-need to s-see you.”  Kurt let his fingers fall from his mouth and allowed Blaine to guide him to turn, resettling.  The difference was immediate, heat completely surrounding Blaine, from the blazing hot need behind his balls to the press of their chests and lips.  It was nearly suffocating and Blaine needed this, probably just as much as Kurt did.  

Their kiss broke into pants of hot, hard breath into each other’s mouths.  Kurt picked up speed and fire raced along Blaine’s body, Kurt’s arms wrapping around him, pressing as close as possible.  Kurt’s thighs, sandwiching Blaine’s, shook, both of them trembling and panting with exertion.

Blaine was so close when he laid Kurt back down to the bed.  He hooked Kurt’s legs outside his arms, spreading him impossibly wide, their mouths meeting again, teeth and tongue and the need to be closer and the other’s, there was no fight in the kiss, just mutual passion and white heat.  

On the edge, having come already, Kurt lay there and took it, breaking the meeting of their mouths to whine high as Blaine pounded into him, thrusts uneven as he struggled to keep control for a few moments longer.  “I’ve got you, caro.  Let go.”  Kurt whimpered, pleading, blunt nails digging painfully into Blaine’s shoulders.  Blaine moved a hand between them, fisting Kurt in time with his thrusts.  “You’re so beautiful, Kurt.  Come for me, caro.”

Kurt nearly screamed as he came two strokes later, the tight grip of his ass around Blaine dragged him over the edge, his cock pulsing inside Kurt, his mind flying on colors and blood pounding through his ears.  Vision slowly clearing, every bit of him trembled as he lowered himself down, trying not to crush Kurt.  He managed to slump to the bed only half on top of Kurt, pulling out with a wet squelching sound, wincing at the brush of any movement against his cock.  

Blaine lay on his side, facing and entwined with Kurt.  He didn’t know which one of them spoke first, each of them saying I love you at the same time.  Blaine could feel his heart both swell and melt at Kurt’s smile, blissful and relaxed.  “I do, you know.  Love you.”  Kurt’s voice was content, the smile evident on his face and in his tone as he rubbed their noses together.

Blaine’s hand stroked Kurt’s cheek, smiling in return.  “I love you too.  So much.”

He let his eyes drift shut, not to sleep, just to bask.  Fingertips traced the faint smile on his lips, exploring delicately. He sighed, perfectly content, Kurt’s thumb stroking over an eyebrow, down to his cheekbone, and around again.  

Blaine’s eyes opened at a quiet sound of displeasure from Kurt.  “What’s wrong?”

Kurt grimaced as he shifted, pout exaggerated.  “I was clean and now I am sticky.”

“Let me.”  Kurt reached out to him as he moved.  “Shh.   I’ll be right back.”  Blaine returned quickly after having wiped himself clean in the bathroom.  Kurt stretched out obligingly, letting Blaine wipe the drying streaks of come off his chest.  Still floppy from his orgasms, Blaine smiled when Kurt turned over with a gentle push, stopping short at Kurt’s hiss of discomfort.  “Sorry, Kurt.  I’ll be done in a minute.”

Gently, Blaine moved Kurt’s legs enough to spread his cheeks.  His rim looked painfully red, the white of Blaine’s come, just starting to leak out in an obscene contrast.  Unaware of doing so, Blaine must have made some noise because Kurt was twisting, pulling him down, kissing him hard.  “No.  I like that I’m going to feel you tomorrow.  Just like I like that you were enthusiastic in marking me.  I like that I get to show that I’m yours.”

“If you say so...”  Blaine was only half convinced, but he wasn’t in love with the thought of Kurt being in pain (the lingering soreness between his own legs was completely different, of course).

Blaine cleaned Kurt up as gently as he could, leaving to toss the washcloth in the laundry basket before cuddling up to Kurt again.  Kurt snuggled closer and kissed his way to Blaine’s ear.  “I think...”  His voice was low and sultry and Blaine was still too sensitive to enjoy his dick trying to get hard again.  “I think we should order food.  And a cheesecake.  Or just a cheesecake.”

He pulled back, staring at Kurt until his stomach growled loudly in agreement.  “Okay, okay.  Intense day calls for cheesecake.”

“Intense day that just so happens to be the day I’m going to call our anniversary deserves an entire cheesecake.”  

And how could Blaine possibly deny that face, that man?  He ducked and shook his head, laughing lightly.  “Okay.  Do we have to leave bed?”

“Couch cuddles would be easier to eat.  And all your movies are out there.”  Kurt was the picture of innocence, blinking wide-eyed at him, lip caught and being worried between his teeth.  

Blaine leaned in, coaxing Kurt’s mouth open and licking at his bottom lip.  “Cuddling on the couch it is then.  Call the restaurant while I grab us a blanket?”

He stayed long enough to watch the flex and stretch of muscle as Kurt leaned to grab his phone off the bedside table, leaving the bed when Kurt started humming along to the ‘we love you but you’re still on hold’ music.  Not paying attention, he grabbed two pairs of underwear, throwing one over his head in Kurt’s general attention and shimmying into the pair he kept.  From behind him Kurt laughed, high and musical.  “What, babe?”

“Nothing Blaine.  Nothing.”

“If you say so.”  Blaine shrugged off the random laughing and brought out the blanket, setting on the couch before turning to choose a movie, back to the bedroom door.  A kiss pressed to the back of his neck told him Kurt had joined him.  “What would you like to watch?”

“Whatever you’d like.  I chose cheesecake, you can pick the movie.”  Kurt moved away and Blaine missed the warmth at his back immediately.  He picked up the first thing he touched and slid it into the dvd player.  Kurt was already under the blanket, feet curled up underneath him and arms open.  Blaine grabbed the remote and sat next to Kurt, leaning into his open arms, fast-forwarding through menus, paying more attention to the hand that was carding through his hair at the nape of his neck than starting the dvd.  

Somehow, about five minutes into the movie, Blaine ended up in Kurt’s lap, hands tangled in his hair and shivers racing up and down his spine as Kurt traced the lines of his muscles, lips quickly approaching numb but he didn’t want to break the kiss.  
Blaine lost track of time in the heat of the kiss, lazy and exploratory, kissing for the sake of kissing, the movie and the rest of the world forgotten in the background.  

The not entirely unexpected blare of the buzzer startled them out of their kiss, Blaine only staying atop Kurt thanks to the strong arms around him.  “Up for a sec, sweetie.  I’ll get the door.”

He let himself fall to the side, jaw hanging open when Kurt stood up and he finally could see the underwear he had thrown at Kurt.  “Are--”  Blaine had to clear his throat before he could continue.  “Are you going to put pants on?”

Kurt stopped, hands on his hips, posing.  “Do you not like them?  You threw them at me.”

They were a joke from Cooper.  Silly underwear is something they did for Christmas.  This pair was the newest, and he had no idea how it had ended up at the top of his drawer.  They were an ungodly shade of yellow.  Spongebob yellow.  Complete with big blue eyes over the tops of Kurt’s thighs and a nose framing Kurt’s half-hard cock.  They were too tight and too short, riding too high and showing too much thigh, the bulge accentuated.  Kurt looked ridiculous and debauched, hair a mess, lips swollen, covered in bite marks and bruises, clad only in Blaine’s Spongebob briefs.

“You’re going to kill the poor delivery boy.”

Kurt sauntered over to the door, hips swinging with each step, smiling over his shoulder before opening the door.  Blaine peeked over the couch to watch the exchange.

The poor delivery boy had no hope.  It was always the same boy (John, Blaine thought), young and struggling to come to terms with himself, though Blaine had an idea which way he might lean.  

“O-order for M-mr. H-hummel.”

“Thank you so much.  You have the card on file, right?”  Kurt was acting utterly unphased by his partial nudity and John’s reaction to it..  

“Y-yes.”  John the delivery boy was blushing redder by the minute, trying and failing to keep his eyes up.  Blaine watched his eyes dart down and then back up, staring determinedly at the door frame.  Blaine bit the back of his hand to stop himself from speaking up or laughing.  Two half naked men would probably not help the situation for poor John.

“Let me take the food.  Do you have a receipt for me to sign?”

“Y-yes, sir.  Of course.”  Kurt took the trembling paper, signed it against the wall, and handed it back.  

“Have a good evening, John.”

“Th-thank you, sir.  You too.”  The door had barely closed before Kurt and Blaine were laughing, Blaine jumping over the back of the couch to pull Kurt into his arms and bury his face into his neck.  

“You are absolutely terrible.  He was a good delivery boy.  Now we’re going to have to train a new one.”

“Like you didn’t enjoy it.  And I told you, I like being able to show off that I’m yours.”   With Kurt’s words the mood changed for a moment, more serious and intense and all Blaine wanted to do was pin Kurt to a wall or be pinned in turn so he could have marks to show off.  But Kurt before Blaine could act on it Kurt was pulling away, leading him back to the couch, setting the bag of food down and wandering into the kitchen to retrieve silverware and a glass of water to share.  

Blaine’s legs ended up on Kurt’s lap when they had settled with their food, Kurt’s hand rubbing up and down the side of his calf between bites, not talking other than to comment on the movie.  When their dinner had been finished and Blaine had thrown the boxes out, he cut a large slice of cheesecake and returned with two clean forks.  Their knees brushed as they resettled on the couch to watch the rest of the movie, and Blaine didn’t know the last time he had been quite so happy.