Blaine's front door didn't exactly open, as much as pushed at vigorously using Kurt's back and Blaine's free palm until the lock gave way and swinging open with a thwack against the door stopper and the safety chain dangling and clanging against the wood. They had stumbled up the small staircase with Blaine's advisement of only using the old service elevator if desperately needed so, all hands and lips, fingers and tongues until they reached the small boxed hallway at the top with one single door matching the one downstairs, clean polished wood and shiny metallic's.

Kurt found himself pushed up against the door as Blaine fumbled with his key in the lock behind him, jangling it this way and that in the keyhole, he probably could have got it first time if he had of pulled his lips away from Kurt's neck, his jaw, his mouth long enough to concentrate on the task at hand.

Once inside the pace seemed to slow some, Blaine drew back slightly, extending a hand, a clear invite for Kurt to look around, he flicked some lights and the room before them lit up in warm vanilla, not too dark, not too bright. He dropped his keys down into a dish on a side table and kicked off his shoes beside the table leg, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the screen and pushing the side buttons then dumping it down beside his keys carelessly. Kurt toed off his boots and pushed at them with him foot to sit nicely beside Blaine's.

“I'm um, I just need to do something, would you like-do you need anything, water?” Blaine vaguely pointed to the back wall that no doubted housed a room behind it, probably the kitchen and looked back at Kurt while he walked closer to it, he looked relaxed in his own territory but still nervous some, unsure, Kurt wanted to close the gap between them and pull Blaine into him, ease the tension and scramble whatever thoughts he was having, but he stood still, maybe Blaine needs to go to the bathroom, maybe he needs to have some kind of pep talk with himself.

“Oh yeah, water please, that would be great” Then with a smile Blaine rounded a corner and was gone, Kurt could just hear the quiet clicking of doors and muffled footsteps. He rubbed a hand over the back of Blaine's rather wide black leather couch, it was an L sort of shape and created a nice little area in the corner of the front room, facing a large plasma screen nailed to the wall opposite and small sound system in the corner.

The room was rather spacious, with clean white painted walls and a clear glass bookshelf propped up against a side wall next to a window, a desk sat next to it with an odd looking lamp and a laptop. The room and decor screamed of maturity, simple and efficient, a typical bachelor pad, but a cleaner, tidier version with less porn and a nicer, fresher small, it was a house filled with old memories and furnishings and small decorating touches from other places but still not a home. It was still new, awaiting it's own memories to be made. Although Kurt could only see the four walls of the room he was currently standing in and the edges of the corner Blaine had disappeared behind, he could tell that the apartment was spacious, specifically, personally designed, built from fresh with hidden rooms and quirky touches. Kurt also noted how he could not hear not one noise from below, he wondered how interesting it would be to see the original blue prints and building plans, to see actually how far up and away from the Bar they were, he thought about how secluded they were up here and couldn't tell if that was a welcoming thought or a daunting one. He glanced over to the front door to find a security entrance box stuck to the wall that he must have missed upon entering with his lips attached to Blaine's, complete with a buzzer and small camera screen matching the ones down stairs, yeah couldn't get safer than that he supposed.   

The free walls were covered in paintings, drawings, newspaper clippings and the odd photograph. Kurt walked around, bent over to smell a large potted plant, brushed his foot over the large Black, soft fluffy rug in the middle of the room, he stepped up close to a wall of hanging frames and on closer inspection noticed they were taken back from when The Stage was in the refurbishment process, pictures from then and now, Polaroid's pictures of the workmen and some staff members he recognised pretending to perform on the main stage, dancing with each other, it was all strangely beautiful and odd and endearingly wonderful. He moved over to the mantle where it was obvious the fireplace wasn't real, the marble and charcoal stones were lighting up lazily with a warm glow, highlight the specks of lint in the rug below.

Atop the mantle were a few small framed photos, one which struck Kurt's attention straight away, a group of young men all dressed in the Dalton Academy uniform that Kurt obviously recognised, Blaine was in the centre, his hair a little poufy and slicked back with gel more than Kurt has ever seen it, his smile was wide all teeth and dimples and his eyes were squinty, he looked young and happy and fresh with his arms around his buddies.

Kurt has seen Blaine smile, plenty of times, he knows the difference in Blaine's smiles, the public one for customers and restaurant servers and such, the sneaky one for his staff and regulars, people he knows well enough, and the private one used just for Kurt. Kurt has seen Blaine laugh, giggling at something ridiculous at work like a lame complaint from a snobbish patron, a full on belly chuckle like when Ivan asked him something behind the bar with blushing cheeks and using undeniable obvious hand gestures and then glanced over at Kurt and his eyes nearly dropping from their sockets when he realised he was watching them both, and of course the laugh he uses with Kurt, the one that's both shy and elated, free and uncomplicated and after when he's caught his breath he looks at Kurt like he's not quite real.

Kurt would say that Blaine is genuinely a generally happy person, but looking back at the photo comparing him from then to now, Kurt knows that he's not quite the same, from back in school when he sung his heart out and performed and had the safety of his friends and his youth behind him to save him from the grown-up world and what his own father wanted from him, back when he still had a dream and was hell bent on pursuing it, Kurt's heart clenched.

One of the other photos was of a man with black hair, bright piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw, the man was handsome, wearing a black leather jacket and Kurt felt he had a vague sense of recognition that he couldn't place, he was kneeling down and had his arms wrapped around a small boy who looked like his mirror image, with matching cheesy grins, but his hair was a little curlier and his face a little rounder and Kurt automatically knew who they were, Blaine's brother Cooper and his son, Blaine's nephew, who he had yet to learn about it, he wanted to, he wanted to know about everything that Blaine kept close to his heart.

Beside that was a photo of a woman with a pretty face, she had kind eyes and a warm smile, Kurt recognised those eyes, he'd know them anywhere, she had dark shiny hair cascading down her shoulders and curling at the ends, she was outdoors in the bright sun with the way the corners of the photograph were rimmed with yellow and orange orbs, wearing a sun hat and an elegant sundress and there were two boys, the taller one of the two sporting a bear chest and bronzed skin that matched the darker tones of the lady's and the other wearing an adorable short sleeved shirt, bowtie and a pair of khaki shorts with sandals, they were clinging to her legs, beaming up at the camera like life couldn't get any better. Kurt smiled, remembering to ask at another time where the Bowtie had gotten to from Blaine's everyday style and image, he could imagine a time when he would find himself untying and pulling it from Blaine's neck with nimble fingers and using the ends to pull their faces closer.

Kurt made his way around to the sofa and was just about to sit when something caught his eye sitting on the coffee table just in front, there was a fruit bowl of some kind sitting on the surface, but with no fruit to be seen. Inside without poking a finger in or leaning over too closely, Kurt could see there was a guitar plec, ticket stubs, an un-opened fortune cookie, a pair of chopsticks neatly tied together. Kurt's face transformed into an opened mouth one of wonder and delight, his eyes widening and clearing some as he noticed the small plastic flower head from the table decoration of one of the restaurants they ate a week or so ago, the small dingy grey stone that Kurt had picked up in the park the other day because it looked like a dog in a weird squint your eyes sort of way, and the crumpled map and guide from the AMNH, that Kurt had clung to excitedly on their first date, or the third whatever.

They were memorabilia, they were memories shared between them that Blaine had chosen to keep, to display on his coffee table proudly, Kurt was pretty sure he would have performed a happy dance with a matching squeak of delight if the circumstances and implications of where he was were different.

“Ok, one water, I also took the liberty of adding a little lime and lemon-” Blaine swooped in from around the corner and almost dropping the glass when he seen Kurt standing looking down at the coffee table, Kurt who was now doing his utmost best to look like he was doing nothing but standing staring into space, Blaine grinned coyly, tight lipped, scrunching his nose a little and stepped forward, pushing the glass into Kurt's hand. Kurt looked at him accepting the glass, with a shy smile, his eyes slightly unfocused.

“You um, you have-”

“It's weird isn't it? I know it is, sorry it's just-”

“I'm jealous” Kurt quickly clasped his hand around Blaine's wrist and squeezed, taking a sip from his water and revelling in the feel of the cool water sliding down his throat, he wanted to press the cold glass up against his burning cheeks. He almost spat his water out around a giggle at Blaine's incredulous expression.

“Huh?”

“I-I'm jealous, back at the museum, I wanted to get something to remind me of the day, but I didn't know how to do it without you noticing or thinking I was ridiculous-” Blaine stepped up close mindful of the water and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, his hands planting firmly on Kurt's shoulders and gently pulling him towards him as he started to back away.

“Well we're just going to have to go to plenty more interesting places, and do plenty more interesting things together, to build up your collection-” Kurt grinned, took a mouthful of water and hastily placed the glass down on the coffee table before placing his hands on Blaine's chest and followed his movement out of the living area and through the apartment, to where Kurt had a pretty good idea where they were headed, where he hoped they were headed.

They didn't need to sit and talk first, awkward time-wasting discussions about their probably-not eventful days and slowly but surely work themselves up to something else, something more. They'd spent the past month and a bit doing just that, whether it be texts or phone calls, eyeing each other on dates or from afar downstairs. They had shared numerous conversations about anything and everything, putting the world to rights, playing ‘Twenty Questions', they'd learnt little titbits about each other, not everything, but enough for now.

Kurt knew that Blaine wouldn't serve any seafood dishes if he could help it because when he was a kid he had an allergic reaction to Shellfish, Blaine would try to walk on Kurt's left hand side because he knew that was his preferred side for holding hands, they laughed and kissed over Kurt's invalid one-sided argument that his left hand and Blaine's right hand were more perfectly matched than the opposite way round.     

 It all felt easy and just right, they didn't need anymore preamble, Kurt's stomach tightened and twisted, blood rushing south, as he leant down and mouthed into Blaine's stubbly jaw. 

“I think I know where we can start.”

*

Blaine's bedroom wasn't as big as Kurt had thought it may be, but big enough, it was wide with a small walk in closet and an en-suite bathroom just off to the side, there was a large window and a fire escape/balcony area which was currently shut off by heavy Beige drapes, there was a rocking a chair in the corner, the same finished wood as the rest of the furniture in the room, matching, neat and simple.

Blaine's bed was queen sized, and that little more comfortable than Kurt's double, squeaky mattress back at his and Rachel's place. The bedspread was cool and soft, the linens light and simple and he felt like he could definitely get used to the way Blaine's mattress dipped under his back, accommodating not one but two bodies as his muscles shifted and flexed as his arms gripped at Blaine above him.

His skin was tight and hot, glistening slightly with cool clean sweat, excited and needy, they were down to their underwear, their clothes in a trail no doubt from out in the corridor right up to the floor by the bed, Kurt lost all control of rational thinking when he unbuttoned Blaine's shirt all the way down and off over his broad shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor between his fingers upon noticing another tattoo, smaller than the one on his arm, sitting just over his right breast plate.

Kurt's lips dropped instantly to the spot, licking, sucking, and moving lower, exploring, to Blaine's nipple, pulling the small nub between his teeth gently and in doing so enticing a delicious rumbling moan from Blaine chest and lips before he was hauled up and all but thrown onto the bed as delicately as possible, Kurt giggled and made grabby hands at Blaine, curling a finger towards him as he watched his powerful shoulders roll forward as he crawled up between his legs.

The small burst of pale yellow shaded light from the side lamp was just enough to display Blaine's perfect body and face beautifully just above Kurt, at perfect eye level where he could move his gaze downwards, drinking in the sights but also back up to Blaine's haunting golden eyes, now shimmering like embers, hooded and dilated, without moving too much and disturbing the perfect position they had found themselves in. 

The lights and the casting shadows highlighted the swells of ink from his Tatt's, the subtle natural tan of his skin colour, the expanse of his arms and shoulders, his small trim waist and defined dipped hip-bones, the V-shape between his abdomen and hips trailing downwards underneath the elastic waistline of his underwear, and Kurt was almost certain he spied another small spatter of black ink down in the crevice between Blaine's hip and thigh bones when his boxers gave way and rode a little lower. Kurt loved the way Blaine's chest heaved, against his own, dragging in deep breathes, steadying, calming, readying himself.

At the same time Blaine was able to get a good look in for himself, at the way his own arms pinned to the pillows at either side of Kurt's head, his chestnut hair soft and wild splayed all over his pillow, no doubt leaving his natural scent and slight traces of shampoo and cologne. His body hovered over Kurt's silky smooth, pale skin, glowing in the night light, their chests and stomachs brushing together slightly but not heavily so, just enough, light and teasing. Blaine's chest hair tickled the smooth and hardness of Kurt's waxed chest, with only a light trickling of soft hair trailing down the centre of Kurt's tight stomach, Blaine loved the comparison, loved the sensation. His legs entwined with Kurt's, calves rubbing together, cold toes poking at each other, the itchy, tickly and strangely sexy feel of their short leg hairs brushing together, as they moved their hips slightly, slowly. His body was like a protective cocoon around Kurt's and his chest puffed out all on it's own, his heart expanding at the very thought, that in this moment Kurt was his, in his bed, to take care of, to have and hold and be his.   

Blaine's finger curled underneath Kurt's chin, tugging it up slightly and then bending his head down to capture Kurt's lips, the kiss was slow and reverent and yet possibly somehow the most passionate they had been yet that night yet, their eyes shone, matching each others, wide and clear, their growing smiles were becoming an issue, hard to keep up the soft and slow sweep of lips as they simply enjoyed the moment, the closeness of each other, the easy familiarity of it all, and with the way Kurt was starting to lift his hips a little a more enthusiastically up and into Blaine's straining underwear, thrust for thrust, the gentle kisses, pecks and delighted grins were swiftly turning into huffs of ragged breaths against bare moist skin of chests and shoulders, shallows pants and low moans and groans of pure need, silent begging's for more.

“K-Kurt-” Blaine panted into his neck, sucking and mouthing, “Kurt, I, do-do you-” Kurt didn't want to have this talk, didn't want to discuss, he knew, he was sure, no other words would, could deter this situation. He placed his hands firmly on the sides of Blaine's face, planted a messy kiss to his lips and slid over his jaw and cheeks, trailing kisses, lifting his hips in time with each press of lips, skin on skin, he blew warm air onto Blaine's skin as he spoke with more than a begging, pleading tone than intended but couldn't care which or what way he got his point across.

“Please-”

Blaine swallowed hard, his eyes flashing and pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead before pulling back just enough to duck a hand under the bed and shuffle around a little in what sounded like a box or a basket of somekind. The kiss was sweet and tender and something deep inside of Kurt cracked and broke the surface, even now in the throes of passion Blaine never gave up his persistent caring, gentlemanly and dare he say loving nature, every gesture, every touch, every look was conveying a simple ‘are you ok, is this ok?'

Blaine resurfaced seconds later, Kurt never took his eyes of Blaine's face, his chest heaved and throat worked nervously, yes he was ready, for this with Blaine, he wanted it more than anything, but it was normal to feel this way, to feel his heart beat faster and his stomach swoop, something so intimate with anybody no matter how strongly he felt about the person was always going to have this affect on him, but maybe that was the problem, maybe he'd never felt this way about anyone else before, he knew he hadn't, maybe he didn't want to, he knew he didn't, and because of that the intensity and the importance of the moment grew.

Kurt heard the faint familiar click of a cap flicking open, a dull thud of plastic on wood and a crinkling of foil, his stomach danced, skin shivered, he waited, waited for his underwear to be peeled down his legs, wondering if he should do it himself, waiting for that first feel, the sounds of skin on skin, wet and slippery, Blaine shifted slightly on top of him and suddenly Kurt realised what the hold up was.

“How, um how do you-”

Kurt grabbed at Blaine's hips, his thighs, keeping him there, rubbing reassuringly against the short hairs, “Like this, here like this, p-please, if –if that's ok-”

They obviously hadn't talked about specific roles of this nature yet, but this felt right, for their first time together this felt exactly the way it should be, and Kurt hoped that Blaine agreed. This certainly wasn't to do with the age gap either, god no, Kurt hadn't even actively thought of that, for the most part of the past month Kurt hadn't even considered the age difference as a possible issue anymore, this wasn't a case of a masculine ‘I'm older I'll play that part' role at all.

He didn't think he had it in him to top right now, he was too antsy, too needy, the remnants of his earlier cocktails and the past Twenty minutes or so of kissing and feeling and rubbing made him feel loose and pliant, a lazy delicious pile of flesh and bones ready to be pulled and pushed into a perfect position.

“Yes, god yes-” Blaine breathed into his Adams apple, trailing kisses down past his sternum, licking the edges of his slight abs as he peeled the waistline of Kurt's underwear back, he licked against the faint red crease it has caused in Kurt's skin just below his abdomen, he tugged further and in doing so releasing Kurt's flushed pink cock from it's strained boundaries. Kurt was long and slender, wide as the base expanded and curled up thick towards his stomach at the tip, perfect, hard and oh so ready.

“Fucking hell Kurt-” Blaine was almost breathless, a rough, hoarse rasp and a little less gentle as he became slightly less patient and tugged Kurt's boxers further down his legs, leaving them pooled at his ankles as he rubbed his lips against Kurt's length, not licking, just tasting, feeling, like he couldn't wait, he shifted downwards, and mouthed and sucked at the space just underneath Kurt's ball-sack and up again. Kurt groaned, kicking himself out of his underwear and throwing them to the floor with a flick of his foot, he curled his fingers through Blaine's hair, scratching and pulling him back up gently.

“B-Blaine please-” In Kurt's opinion, Foreplay was often overrated, fabulous yes but there was a time and a place for it, he enjoyed it and looked forward to the many times he and Blaine could experience in it's many different forms, and by the way Blaine's lips felt on him, down there, he was more than happy to indulge tomorrow or hell in an hours time but for now he just needed Blaine, whole and full and right now.

“O-ok honey, ok-” Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's hip bone and sat up, he moved so that he was kneeling between Kurt's legs rather than straddling him, Kurt's thighs automatically widened, spreading as far as they could, bending slightly at the knees and he leant up just a touch on his elbows. Blaine reached over and picked up the small plastic bottle, he squeezed maybe a little more than a generous amount in his hand and spread it through and between his fingers, warming it somehow, Kurt licked his lips and dropped his head backwards slightly, shoulders straining and muscles quaking deliciously.

Blaine knew that Kurt had had previous lovers, they never really talked about it as such, but it was a given, even though he never spelt it out plain and simple Kurt had never gave him any reason to believe other wise either. It was obvious that Kurt was experienced, by the way they teased each other with their bodies during their numerous make out and groping sessions, they knew that when the time came to it they could trust each other with this, trust to know and learn and adapt and simply have some wicked fun. Nonetheless Blaine was still slightly tentative, caring and considerate, they were a far cry from young blushing virgins but he still needed this to be perfect, a memory to keep and smile at for days, months, years.

The first touch, the soft press of Blaine's pad of his thumb against Kurt's hole sent a shiver through his body instantly, like an electric shock, it wasn't because the lube was too cold or Blaine was too hard, it's because it was just Blaine. Blaine circled his thumb around Kurt's entrance a couple time, spreading the lube and pressing a little further in each time.

Kurt watched with his head down, chin resting on his chest and grew impossibly harder against his belly as he watched Blaine bite his lip, following with a lick and biting again, his gaze boring down on what his hand was doing, like it was the most interesting and important job he'd ever had to do, Kurt's eyes flicked to Blaine's hips and with a grown his shoulders gave out and he dropped his head back down to the pillows, watching Blaine almost rip his light Grey Calvin Klein Boxer-briefs apart with his own straining hard on was probably not the wisest decision Kurt had ever made at a moment like this, but fucking beautiful all the same.

Blaine's thumb finally pushed all the way in, through the first stages of muscle and into perfect softness, he pushed and pulled a couple times, delighting in the way Kurt moaned, more of a ‘mmm' deep in his chest, and pulled out completely to quickly replace it with his forefinger. He continued the same relentless pattern for the next few minutes, in and out, round and round, before adding a second and then finally a third finger. The room was hardly silent though no actual articulated sounds were being made, just grunts and groans and harsh gasps from both men.

Finally Kurt pushed himself back up and grabbed at Blaine's wrist, Blaine looked intoxicated, like he'd just taken the sweetest drug, watching his fingers move in and out of Kurt with such precision and intensity, like he'd been given the royal Jewells to guard over, Kurt groaned and tried to still his movements as best he could, “B-Blaine please, god please, I-I'm good, I'm good now, I need-” With a slow slide Blaine withdrew his fingers and kissed Kurt quiet, pressing him back down to the pillows as he used one hand to try and pull the waistline from his boxers down and the other to fetch the bottle and small foil packet from the night stand and hastily drop them beside them on the bed.

With fumbling hands and fingers, messy kisses all tongue and teeth and nibbling, Kurt helped peel Blaine's underwear down over his ass but reluctantly had to pull back when he couldn't reach anymore without sitting up, but Blaine wasn't letting him go anywhere. Blaine lifted his ass and pulled his leg out slightly, dragging the fabric from his legs and throwing them to the far side of the room carelessly, whilst doing so had Kurt had picked up the condom and ripped the packet open, teasing the rubber between his fingers.

Blaine settled back into a comfortable position, and drew in a ragged breath as Kurt peeked up at him, condom in hand, biting his lip, an obvious question of ‘can I do the honours?' in his wide clear crystal blue eyes. Blaine was probably a tiny bit shorter than Kurt but thicker, wide and standing out on point, strong and incredibly hard, Kurt's eyes widened as he rolled the rubber down his length as Blaine bit his lips and blew out a juicy cuss word that Kurt couldn't quite make out but knew it would something hot and cussing all the same. When he was done Kurt lay back against the pillows whilst picking up the bottle from beside them and squeezing some onto his fingers.

Blaine wiped the access lube from his hand up and down his cock and moved his hand away as Kurt eagerly replaced him, “shit Kurt, holy mother of-” Kurt's fist was tight as he spread the liquid evenly up and down, finishing off with a sly smirk and rubbing the remnants against his own entrance. Blaine took a moment to collect himself, his pupils dilating in the dim light, skin flushed and lowered his body down, holding himself with his powerful arms on either side of Kurt's head. He pressed his face into Kurt's neck, burying himself, losing himself to the taste and sounds and feeling, he inhaled deeply, kissed at the tender juncture and blew out a warm a breath as he pushed his hips forward. 

The first push was like it always felt, foreign and a little strange, not an unwanted feeling but not completely pleasant at first, until the head of Blaine's cock made it past the first and second rings, closely followed by the rest of it's length, and stayed there for a few seconds, slowly he pulled his hips back, almost retreating from Kurt's perfect tight, warm body completely before pushing back again, still just as slow and steady. Blaine made the filthiest sound Kurt had possibly ever heard and Kurt hissed through his teeth as a tremor made its way excitingly through his body. He gripped at Blaine's shoulder blades.

“Jesus Blaine, it's so, you're so-”

“Ffuuuck Kurt, give me a minute-”

They stayed like that for god knows how long or maybe not long at all, silent, close, together as one, panting softly, Kurt curled his hands around Blaine's back and stroked down the hard planes of muscles there, before sliding further downwards and grasping gently onto each of his soft ass cheeks. That seemed to be a ‘go ahead' for Blaine to start moving again and with a moan and smack of his lips, Blaine lifted his hips and continued his pattern of slowly sliding in and almost all the way out again, until the stretch became a little more loose and Kurt hips started to rock gently back and forth with him meeting his thrusts.

“Oh my god, oh my-” Kurt pulled at Blaine's ass with each thrust, as the pace picked up but calm and gentle still, he scraped his nails up and over Blaine's lower torso and Blaine cried out beautifully in response, thrusting deeper and deeper.

“K-Kuurt, Kurt you're-Jesus-you're like nothing I've ever had, you're p-perfect, fucking perfect for me-” Blaine's breath was harsh against his shoulder, and Kurt wasn't sure if he was just mindlessly babbling, but his tone and voice, hoarse and rough but dripping with utter sincerity said otherwise and Kurt shivered at the purposeful choice words and meaning.

“Mmm, yes sweetheart, have me, you-you can have me-” Blaine's hips sped up then, he groaned and caught Kurt's lips between his teeth, Kurt cried out into his mouth as Blaine's cock met with a particular sensitive area, he grinned into a soft kiss and pushed up onto his knees whilst dragging a pillow from behind Kurt and settling it underneath his hips as he pulled him up and closer with firm hands, fingers digging into his hips and thumbs rubbing soft circles whenever he could keep up.

Blaine's thrusting continued and with each time a little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, like he was working up to it, saving the best till last so-to-speak, shifting his angle sometimes this way and that, experimenting, teasing and testing and slowly starting to make Kurt gasp and cry out like he had that first time in a long effortless pattern.

“Fuck, I-I knew you'd feel like this, so good Kurt, you're, y-your just- so so good so-”

“Go-od, d-don't stop Bl-please don't st-”

“Never-fucking never-” They continued panting, spitting, hissing at each other through each thrust and pull and slide, it was relentless, perfect, it was everything, for each other they were everything.

Blaine knew what he was doing, he could pick up easily on the tell tale signs, like when Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head as his dick met his prostate head on, or the slight shiver in his body and gasp of breath and juicy words when he rolled his hips downwards and grinding some rather than a straight thrust forward. Just like Blaine had his own ‘get going spots' and he couldn't wait for Kurt to get to grips with those either.

The real work here was making it last, for both of them, slowing and speeding at the right time so that they were both at the same level, so that Blaine could feel the quiver under Kurt's skin, the vibrating in his bones matching his own. Blaine kept up his rhythm, moans and grunts, breathless cuss words and whines turning into shouts and yells of pure pleasure until he was positively slamming into Kurt, hips meeting his ass with a resounding delicious smack each time.

Kurt lifted his legs and wrapped them around Blaine's torso as he was pulled into him tighter again and again, harder and harder, he was close, so close and Blaine's name was a breathless unheard plea on his lips as his cock was suddenly engulfed within Blaine's tight fist, stroking up and down and with perfect timing of each slap of skin on skin.

Kurt usually needed the extra added help of a hand on his cock, usually his own, knowing how to tease himself to orgasm, but right now he certainly didn't need any help at all, Blaine was hitting the spot, his spot every-fucking-time, that and mixed with the dirty wet sounds between them and Blaine's warm skin and breath everywhere, all around him, on him, he was going to come at any moment.

The fact that it was Blaine's own hand on him now too made everything both twice as worse and perfect but he was way too far gone to do or say anything about it, he felt boneless, like he was flying, riding a wave of pure ecstasy, he was lost, lost in Blaine.

The tone and pace may have taken a turn for the down right deep and dirty, but it was still a moment between them of complete shared bliss and serenity, when they finally shared something so intimate and private and were still able to understand each other on a deeper level, it was a way that Kurt had never felt before during sex, and he was pretty damn sure he'd never feel this connection during sex with anyone else ever again.

Blaine's abdomen muscles tightened and squeezed and his stomach fluttered, his heart pounded against his ribcage and he felt light headed with that deep delicious pull edging him closer and closer, he almost had forgotten what it felt like, he stroked Kurt hard and fast, matching his thrusts which were now starting to stutter slightly out of rhythm as that rush was homing in, fast and deep. He lowered himself again, angled his body down so gently on top of Kurt, wrapping his arms tight around the back of his shoulders, his lips landing messily on Kurt's as he cried out against them.

“C-come, come for me Kurt, let me have it, let me have this from you h-honey” His voice was so soft, reverent, whispered against Kurt's lips amidst the filthy sounds around them and between.

Kurt's hips stuttered against Blaine's grasp once, twice, Blaine was everywhere, in him, on him, around him and suddenly he was crying out his name, screaming deliciously, Blaine's name curling around his tongue, slipping through gritted teeth and out into the musky atmosphere as she pulsed his hot and white, thick ropes over Blaine's hand and onto his stomach and chest.

“Holy sweet- Blaine- shit I-” The tension around his cock, the way Kurt's ass clenched deliciously around him, hot and tight, pulling and dragging through his own orgasm, milking him, teasing, drove Blaine crazy, he waited until he could feel Kurt's cock stop pulsing then freed him of his hand, wiping it carelessly on the sheets and digging in for balance, knuckles fading white.

He thrust deeply out of time, messy and non-stop until he felt Kurt's hand curl around his neck, into his hair, his lips press into his face and jaw, licking and sucking, “Give it up to me Blaine, give it to me-”

He lost it, he saw white and black, grey, stars and swirls as he drove in deeper and deeper, coming and coming, “Yeees, fucking yes-” he felt like it was endless, a delicious onslaught of pure pleasure making his toes curl into Kurt's calves and his arms tremble as he tried to keep himself upright. He kept filling the condom until his body slowed and he sunk down onto Kurt's chest, his arms finally giving out, his eyes blinked open and he finally peeked up at Kurt's beautiful pink flushed face coming back into view, “Holy fucking god, Kurt-”

Kurt couldn't help it, he laughed, and his cock made a valiant attempt at springing back to life but with no such luck at Blaine's dirty unattended and mostly innocent blaspheming, his voice hoarse and rasp, Blaine attempted to giggle with him, his lips tugging up at the corners as he lifted himself on still shaking arms up and out of Kurt's body, they both hissed with the sensation, the sudden emptiness and mixed with the cool of the room around them hitting the hot sweaty sheen of their skin.

Blaine pulled off the condom and, oh there was that tenderly sweet fore-head kiss again making Kurt's heart thud and squeeze, he clambered off of the bed and into the en-suite, returning almost immediately with a wash cloth, he carefully perched on the bed beside Kurt, smiling down at him as he tenderly cleaned up the mess, on and around him.

Kurt would have been slightly embarrassed and tried to take the cloth from Blaine had he been able to move, instead of lying there limp and sated and with a goofy grin which he just couldn't wipe away.

Blaine threw the cloth into the open doorway of the bathroom, hearing it drop into the basin or maybe the tub with a soft patter before climbing back up onto the mattress and pressing a firm kiss to Kurt's mouth.

Ideally Blaine should have, could have, went to the other side of the bed where there was definitely enough room for another body to lie comfortably, instead he clambered in beside Kurt, forcing him to nudge over slightly towards the centre with a giggle, he wrapped his arms and legs around him tightly, tenderly, ducking his head under Kurt's chin and pressing a kiss to his chest, he couldn't have got any closer or adorable if he'd tried.

“That, that was-” Kurt huffed a laugh and Blaine felt the rumble against his cheek.

“Yeah” Kurt was still a little a breathless and his smile showing no sign of quitting, Blaine smiled against his skin and propped himself up on his elbows, peeking up at Kurt's face, regarding him carefully.

“Are you, your-you're ok?” His voice was tender but yet for some reason quizzical like he couldn't quite believe himself. Kurt's eyebrows shot up and he pulled himself up and back on the propped up pillows a little higher, Blaine rising with him but still tucked close to him.

“Are you kidding? I'm amazing, that was amazing-” Blaine's grin grew impossibly wider and he trailed a finger around Kurt's abdomen, his eyes softening and glancing between Kurt and his finger. Kurt suddenly grew a little self conscious for some reason, his cheeks blushing slightly and muscles tensing and as if on cue Blaine tugged up at the corners of the comforter which had been thrown helplessly around their legs at the bottom of the mattress, he pulled it up and over them covering their bottom halves, finishing with a sweet pat and rub over Kurt's knee.

Kurt didn't want to feel nervous or awkward, he was sure he wouldn't and Blaine was being as gorgeous as ever but there was something pinching at him from inside out, something that wouldn't let up, that he didn't know how to deal with. Though he didn't want to admit it, he had a good idea of what it was, what was eating at him, it was the unknown, the typical and awful ‘where do we go from here, has this changed us, what we had?' so he tested the waters.

He turned to look at the alarm clock on the night stand and Blaine looked with him, following his movement, it was almost a quarter to midnight, not as late as they were used to staying up with each other but certainly not early either. Kurt picked at the edge of the bed cover and swung his leg out a little, enough for Blaine to feel that he was trying to move.

“Do um, do you have work tomorrow?” And Kurt suddenly remembered where they were, they were technically still at The Stage, Blaine worked downstairs. Blaine scrunched his brow and sat upright, the cover falling around his hips and sitting deliciously just on the tops of his thighs, he scratched at his chest and Kurt wanted to ravage him, but he needed to be clear on something, this was the risk, this was the chance he had been willing to take with Blaine, he only hoped he was doing the right thing here.

“Um no, I'm off tomorrow, cause I'm in all day Sunday, Valentines Day, remember?” Shit, Kurt knew that.

“Oh yeah, yeah that's right,” He lifted his knees up and Blaine looked like he wanted to capture them in his hands and keep him still, but he rested back on his hands, his eyes watching him cautiously, like something had happened, something had been said that he just did not pick up on. 

“Well, I, I guess I just thought that you'd want to sleep in late tomorrow-”

“Wait, what? You're not staying? I can sleep in late with you, here-” This time Blaine did move, he caught Kurt by the knees and shuffled closer to him, his voice rose that Kurt could tell he tried to keep it even and cleared his throat a little, his smirk was teasing, sarcastic and flirtatious but with a hint of fear and panic etched into the lines of his face, his eyes were wide and clear, the Yellows and Greens mixing into a deep Caramel.

Kurt didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry the most, Blaine didn't want him to go, Blaine wanted him to stay the night with him, in his bed, in his apartment, in his bar, in the building he owned, shut off and private from the rest of the world. And it suddenly made sense to Kurt, this has happened to Blaine before, this happens to Blaine for some bizarre reason, and Blaine did not want Kurt to let it happen again, Blaine had been testing too.

“No, no it's just that, yes, yes I'm staying it's-”

Blaine all but lunged forward, saddling up beside Kurt, hitching up the covers around them and grabbing Kurt's hand, resting both of his on top of it, a heavy reassuring weight, “Kurt did you, did you not think that I would want you to stay the night? H-how could you, you remember what I said right?” Blaine was not angry, his face was soft and eyes wide and clear, he looked hurt almost, pained in some way and Kurt just wanted to throw himself at him, kiss him all over, apologise for being an idiot but he knew he had to let him say his piece, Blaine scrubbed a hand through his hair before returning it back to Kurt, “I said, I said that I don't do this,” He looked down at their naked bodies and back up, “I meant it, I don't sleep with just anyone and I especially don't turf them out afterwards, not anymore, especially not you Kurt, never you, you're um, shit you're, you're not just anyone, not to me.”

Kurt could hardly breathe, Blaine was looking at him with eyes so wide and open and honest, his tone was so calm and steady, and he knew, knew that this was so fucking hard for Blaine to say, he didn't know how to reply to that, no clue whatsoever, and god only knows what he looked like right now, hair bed ruffled, flushed skin and wide, wet eyes with a perfect ‘O' on his lips. He took Blaine's face in his hands, brushed his lips with his thumbs and up over his cheek bones, the cute indentations underneath and up over his sweeping eye lids and beautiful long lashes.

“Blaine,” His voice was a whisper, one of wonder and awe and gratified relief and happy disbelief, he brushed his lips to his skin, as Blaine's eyes fluttered closed and he blew out a shuddering breath, pulling Kurt close to his chest, “I'll stay for as long as you'll have me.”