Kurt and I had spoken about what we were and weren’t ready for sexually (rather reluctantly on his part) about 3 weeks ago. We started off slowly, extremely slowly on my part; I didn’t want to push Kurt into anything he wasn’t prepared for. Shockingly enough, it was Kurt who picked up our sexual pace, practically demanding more. And really? Who am I to say no to my boyfriend when he begs? Then again, who knew I was into that? These are the things Kurt and I have found out about each other over the past few weeks. What he likes, and doesn’t, what I like, and don’t.

Today marks our two months and 2 week anniversary, the day was normal enough. Until Kurt dropped a note on my table in the library, threw me a mischievous look, and strode out like nothing happened. I watched his back as he walked away, picked up the note and read. It was short, and to the point, that point being un-fucking-believable. “Dorm room, 10 minutes. Don’t be late, I’m prepared to start without you.” Jesus fucking Christ. What would you do in this situation? Because I have no shame in saying that I scrambled to get all my shit together, and practically ran to the dorm.

What I met with? Kurt, naked, on the bed, already hard. He looked over at me expectantly, I wasted no time throwing my things on the floor and locking the door. I walked over to the bed my eyes never leaving his, the closer I got the more intense his gaze seemed. His eyes already blown with lust, he stood up and moved until he was in front of me. His hands trailed over my shoulders pushing the blazer off my arms letting it fall to the floor, the rest of my uniform followed quickly behind it, clad only in my boxers now. He pulled me towards the bed, and pushed me onto it softly.

I was used to Kurt taking control by now, he moved everything in the beginning of our relationship. But now, he seemed a little… different. Nervous maybe? I put my hand on his chest and pushed slightly, I looked into his eyes and softly I said, “Kurt, baby? Are you okay?” he flushed and ducked his head, mumbling something I didn’t hear in the slightest. “Kurt, sweetheart you need to speak up.” He flushed deeper red and rolled off of me, he grabbed my hands and sat us up together. “I want you.” I blinked he had me already… “Kurt I don’t understand, you’ve got me already.” He looked frustrated and repeated himself “No Blaine, I want you.” I just stared at him, then it clicked. “Oh… oh… OH. Kurt, I-erm are you sure? I mean, if you’re not ready.” “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Which brings us back to now, He grabbed my shoulders and pressed our lips together in a heated kiss. Now we’d had hot as fucking hell make out sessions before, but nothing even came close to this. He pulled me on top of him and slid his hands down my back, stopping just above the waistband of my boxers. Why was I wearing boxers? “To many c-clothes.” I stuttered out, he pulled off my boxers and threw them carelessly on the floor beside the bed. Our mouths met once more, his soft lips moving beautifully over mine.

Our cocks brushed against each other, and Kurt let out a breathy moan. I’ll admit to holding back slightly, until he said, “Dammit Blaine, I’m not some porcelain doll. I want you to fuck me, now and preferably hard.” I’m not one to disappoint, I grinded down hard onto Kurt’s cock. Both of us moaning at the contact, I kissed him hard and needy. He wanted aggression? I’ll give him aggression, “Blaine, more n-n-need more. Now.” I smirked slightly and brought myself off of him completely, he just looked up at me with wide eyes. “Do you… Do you have…?” he just stared at me for a moment before saying, “Oh! Yeah, uh… nightstand.” I dug my hand around the drawer before finding the two items I needed.

I looked down at him, searching for even a spot of doubt in his eyes, but came up with nothing. His chest was heaving; his eyes filled with lust, bruised lips, and mused hair. This was still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered while coating my fingers in lube, warming it between my hands. I trailed my hand down his stomach, brushed lightly over his cock. Pushing his legs open with my hand, I leaned down and kissed him softly. His breath hitched as I circled my finger around his entrance. I pressed in slowly and felt him tense up, my other hand stroking his inner thigh. Whispering soothing words into his ear. “More.” He breathed, I pushed in farther, until my entire finger was enveloped in the warmth.

I moved my finger out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly, until Kurt was grinding down against my finger. “Another?” I asked him, he nodded jerkily. I pulled the finger out almost completely and slid another in beside it, he didn’t tense this time. I slid them in cautiously, or at least I tried until he ground down on my fingers and they slipped all the way in. I scissored my fingers whilst pumping them in and out, he moaned and withered on the bed, and if that wasn’t just the hottest fucking thing ever. “M-oh fuck- Blaine, more!” I added a third and final finger to his tight hole, he hissed in pain, a look of utter discomfort apparent on his face. I just kissed down the side of his neck until he calmed, I continued stretching him until… “OH FUCK! Blaine. Again, please. Need you, now. Please fuck me” I found his prostate. I grabbed around the bed blindly until I found the foil wrapper, I opened is shakily and rolled it onto myself.

I moved in between his legs, and kissed him passionately, softly, I wanted every emotion I was feeling to go through this kiss. He looked up and me and smiled softly, his hand grazed over my cheek. I leaned into the touch and smiled back. “I’m ready Blaine. Make me yours.” He whispered into the silence. I positioned myself outside his entrance, pushing the tip in slowly. His face contorted in pain, I brushed the hair out of his face and said, “Relax amore.” His breaths were coming in shaky pants, he nodded once. I took it as a cue to continue, I pushed in more. He moaned softly, and urged me in more. I stopped before completely sheathing myself in the tight heat that was Kurt (albeit with much difficulty. It’s almost impossible to understand how much I just wanted to thrust into him completely.) He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me in, completely. He whimpered in pain, but a breathy moan still escaped his lips. “Blaine, I get that you’re super dapper and all. But I want you so badly. You need to fuck me right now, fast and hard.” I growled, I didn’t even know I could fucking do that.

I pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, harder than I had expected to. But it earned the most delicious sounds from Kurt, I continued at that pace, angling my hips until I found his prostate. He cried out in ecstasy, I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. But he didn’t seem to mind at all, “B-blaine, need… faster. Please.” I complied instantly, pounding into the tight heat wrapped snugly around my cock. I ached for release, but I couldn’t come just yet. I felt the curls that had been confined with gel fall onto my forehead, only to be pushed back and grasped by Kurt seconds later. (Note: I fucking love getting my hair pulled.) And he is well aware of that fact. I moaned deeply and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping in time with my erratic thrusts. I felt the heat coiling in my stomach, “close, Kurt, oh fucking hell, so so close.” “M-me too.” I thrust faster and harder, gripped his cock tighter. Within strokes of his cock, Kurt was coming hot and hard all over my hand. All it took was to feel him tighten around my cock for me to come just seconds later.

My arms gave out from underneath me, I lay my head on Kurt’s chest. I looked up and smiled at him, soft kisses and touches were the only thing happening in the dorm room for the rest of the evening and most of the next day. Kurt and I were forever. It’s cheesy and clich� to say it, and I couldn’t give a fuck. I have this beautiful boy sleeping softly in my arms right now, he loves me, and I love him. My missing puzzle piece, I’m complete.

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