When he heard the roar from the audience he knew he'd won. He stepped back and let the other man's body fall to the ground. The king stood from his throne with a satisfied smirk on his lips and silence was cast all over the arena. Blaine saw the man raise his arm and the audience exploded with screams of ”Kill him!”

Blaine never really enjoyed the killing nor the fighting. He was only here because he had no choice but to be. He had nowhere to go. He was saving up to buy himself free, but even though he almost had the money, there was still a long way before he could call himself a free man.
He looked past the king to his slaves. Those poor humans. Bound to bit his every command; with no free will. His gaze stopped by a young man. His hair was brown and brushed to the side; his skin was pale and flawless. His body was slender and he was dressed in a soft cream colored robe.

Blaine felt his breath hitch when he looked at the boy’s eyes. Even from the slight distance he could see that they were an amazing mix of blue, green and grey. And the boy didn’t look away when their eyes met. He just kept looking straight into Blaine’s eyes.

Blaine was so busy with looking at the boy that he almost didn’t notice when the king turned his thumb down. Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. He then bend slightly and pulled his sword out of the dying man. He saw nothing but emptiness in his eyes. Then he brought the sword down on the man’s neck.

xxx

“You can chose whoever you want, Gladiator.” Blaine always found it funny how nobody ever called him by his name when he’d won a fight. And Blaine won all his fights, so he was mostly just known as ‘Gladiator’. “It’s the King’s order,” the woman purred and threw her long red hair over her shoulder.

”No thank you,” Blaine declined politely. “I prefer spending my nights alone.” Then he thought of the boy with whom he’d exchanged glances. “Unless... The brunette boy with the blue eyes - is he..?”

”He’s just as much slave as the others,” the woman said sweetly, even though her tone had changed a little. She sounded colder, almost bitter.

“I would like to see him then,” Blaine said and felt slightly uncomfortable. He knew what everybody did in those rooms, but he really just wanted to talk to the boy. Get to know him. Possibly know his name.

xxx

The brunette stepped inside and tried not to appear nervous. Just because this was his first time, didn't mean he had any right to be scared. His master had told him what to do.

”Let him decide how you do it Kurt. Don't defy him. Gladiators are brutal when you defy them. But they can also be great in bed if you please them.” Kurt remembered his master's last words before he was send down here.

”Don’t come before he does Kurt. That is the most important. This is about him, not you. Do you understand?” and Kurt had nodded. Because he did understand. That didn't mean he liked it though. Kurt stepped quietly into the room and waited for the gladiator to call him.

”Hello,” said a warm voice.
Kurt just nodded as a greeting. Then he stepped completely into the room. He silently shuffled over, lied down on the bed and tried to steady his breathing. He felt a weight on the bed and tensed.

”What’s your name?” The gladiator asked.

”K-Kurt,” he stuttered and slowly opened his eyes to look up into a pair of hazel colored ones.

”I'm Blaine,” the gladiator - Blaine - said.

Kurt just gave an almost invisible nod and stayed still on the bed. When Blaine moved closer, he involuntarily flinched but didn't move other than that. He felt a rough hand gently take his own and he closed his eyes tightly as he spread his legs.

”Hey,” Blaine said softly. ”What’re you doing?”
Kurt's eyes opened in shock. Had he done something wrong?

”I-I...”

”What did you think I asked you down here for?”

”To... To have.... To do...”

”Like I would actually touch a kid who can't even say the word,” Blaine chuckled. He really hadn't thought of wanting to do anything but talk to Kurt.

”I can say the word!” Kurt exclaimed. Blaine smiled and then pulled the brunette up to stand close to him.

”Then say it. Why did I ask you to come?”

”To... Have s-sex with you.” Kurt mumbled as he looked down.

”Good,” Blaine said. ”Now say it while you look at me.” He smiled at Kurt.

”Don’t mock me!” The young man yelled suddenly. ”You are just a slave; at least I still have my dignity!”

”So you think you've got more dignity than the gladiators you let fuck you on your king's order?” Blaine snapped. He was used to being defensive about being a gladiator, so it happened more out of reflex than actual anger. Kurt's shoulders slumped. ”Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.”

”Yes you did. And you have every right to. I'm just a filthy whore.”

”Don’t say that Kurt,” Blaine said, but the boy still looked so sad it physically hurt his heart. “You're beautiful. And you do what you have to, to survive,” he assured. Kurt blushed. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before.

”You really don't want to..?” Kurt trailed off.

”I would love to talk with you. If you'd like.” Kurt nodded. He'd like that. He didn’t talk with anyone besides the other slaves and his master. And there were only so many of them he could tolerate. They were all either high on their own beauty or on the drugs their master sometimes slipped into their drinks.

They talked for a couple of hours about almost everything. Kurt found himself oddly enough trusting Blaine. And Blaine felt like he wanted to know more and more about Kurt even as the brunette told him everything.

”Kurt?” Blaine asked after a moment of silence.

”Yea?”

”Have you ever kissed anyone?” Kurt's blush was answer enough, but Blaine still waited for Kurt to speak.

”No,” he whispered finally. Blaine leaned closer.

”May I be your first?”

”Yes,” Kurt breathed almost inaudibly, but Blaine had heard him. He leaned forward slowly and captured Kurt's lips in a soft and gentle kiss.

It was chaste. It was short. It was sweet. It was everything Kurt had dreamed his first kiss would be like. But when he opened his eyes again just to be met with Blaine’s smiling face, it suddenly hit him what he’d done. He’d kissed a gladiator. Kissing was for the people you loved, not people who could die any day and didn’t even have their own free will.

“Uh, I- Um, I have to- to go,” he stuttered as he pushed Blaine away.

“Why?”

“Um, I just- I have things to do, and it’s getting late and-“

“Can I see you again?” Blaine interrupted with a hopeful smile. He really should say no. he knew that. It wasn’t even his choice. But he couldn’t stop looking at Blaine’s beautiful eyes and that warm smile. The man looked like a damn puppy waiting for a treat.

“Sure,” Kurt mumbled and rose from the bed. He really needed to get out of there. He was almost by the door, when he felt a strong hand grip his wrist, and he felt himself be pulled into Blaine’s embrace.

“Oomph! What’re you-“ He was cut off by Blaine’s lips on his own. This kiss wasn’t like the first one. It was hot and wet, almost desperate in its form.

“God,” Blaine whispered against his lips. “You taste amazing. I could kiss you forever.” He ran his tongue carefully over Kurt’s full bottom lip and was immediately granted access. Their tongues ran over each other, slowly at first; both men afraid to overstep an invisible boundary. But when Kurt wound his arms around Blaine’s neck, the curly haired man took it as a silent acceptance. He pulled Kurt closer by his waist and then angled their faces, so he could deepen the kiss even further.

Kurt’s head was spinning. He’d obviously never been kissed like that before, and it took every ounce of strength in his body to keep his knees from turning to jelly. Even as they parted to catch their breaths, Blaine kept his eyes shut in bliss. Kurt tasted kind of sweet and his lips were soft as silk.

“I really, really want to see you again, Kurt,” Blaine almost whined and then opened his eyes.

“Then win your next game,” Kurt said with a shy smile and a wink, before he slipped out of Blaine’s arms and left the room with a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Blaine didn’t stay in the room for long after Kurt had left. He really shouldn’t, it wasn’t his room. He walked down to the Gladiator-stalls - as they so creatively were called - and threw himself on his worn mattress.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Blaine had known he was attracted to men since he was twelve, but still. With a life like his, he really shouldn’t have such an interest in a boy as Kurt. If it was just a quick fuck, it would’ve been so much easier. But Blaine found himself bound by Kurt’s beauty and the way he carried himself; as if he was royalty, even though he was merely a slave. But Blaine didn’t see him that way. He saw the strong line of his jaw; clenching when he got stubborn. He saw the way his eyes changed color depending on his mood. He saw the tiny smiles, sometimes followed by the delicious coloring of his cheeks. He saw the way Kurt smiled fondly when he told Blaine about his family in a quiet voice.

Blaine found himself wanting more from Kurt. Wanting to know everything. Wanting to be his everything. It sounded selfish, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d known Kurt for less than a day, and still he felt deep feelings squirm in his stomach. He had to know if these feelings were real - or just attraction to Kurt’s appearance. And if that involved kissing him some more, Blaine wouldn’t object.

He smirked into the darkness and buried his face in his arms. Oh, he was going to win every fight - and from now on he’d gladly take his ‘price’.

xxx

For people who didn’t know Kurt, he didn’t seem different. But the people that knew him even the slightest bit could clearly see the change. He smiled more. But he was also seemed more nervous. At every gladiator game, he would stand in the front line and watch as all the fighters walked into the arena. In some games he would sigh with something similar to relief and then he would go and stand behind the king as all the other slaves.

But sometimes he would get this anxious look on his face. He would stand at the edge and keep staring at the arena as if he was spell bound. And at those particular days he would always disappear after the game with a smile that radiated with joy.

For people who didn’t know Blaine, he seemed at the edge of insanity. But for the people who knew him even the slightest knew better than that. Blaine was in love. And not just school-boy-crush-in-love, he was head over heels in love. And even though he didn’t say it directly to anyone, you could just tell. Nobody knew who was the lucky girl - because of course Blaine would be in love with a girl - was, but they assumed she was of royal status, or somehow related to the palace. If not - why would Blaine participate in so many fights of his own free will? Clearly, it was to impress whoever he had on his mind.

xxx

They met almost every single day. Blaine begged his trainer to be in at least a game per day. It wasn’t always possible, but oh how he enjoyed when it was.

They used the same room every time. Blaine would already be there, when Kurt came around. The brunette needed to speak to his master first. She had been bitter at first, and Kurt knew why. She had wanted Blaine since the first time she’d laid her eyes on his muscular arms.

The muscular arms which were wrapped around Kurt every time they saw each other. At first Kurt had been hesitant. Blaine was a gladiator for god’s sake! But he started to notice how Blaine never seemed to lose. Ever. And every time they made eye contact during the games, Blaine would wink and go at the other guy like he was fighting the devil himself. Kurt couldn’t help but swoon. It felt like Blaine was fighting for him.

And apparently he was.

Or at least what he kept telling Kurt. Mixed in with other things, of course. Like how much he loved fighting when Kurt watched. Or how beautiful he thought Kurt’s eyes were. Or how soft his lips looked. How amazing his lips tasted. How amazing he tasted.

“God,” Kurt whimpered. Blaine pulled off with an obscene noise and looked up at him with eyes filled with lust.
“You can just call me Blaine,” he smirked. Kurt was about to give a bitchy retort - he was doing that a lot after he became comfortable with Blaine - but Blaine opened his mouth and swallowed him again. The only reply the curly haired man got was more needy little noises. And he was completely fine with that.

Kurt’s moans did something to him - and not like that. Okay, like that too, but what was he supposed to do? Kurt was stunning and had a voice like an angel, and when the small gasps and those little whines of his was mixed, Blaine couldn’t help but get rock hard. But it was also the way Kurt clung to his shoulders and back when they kissed. Or when they were naked together.

Blaine had never asked for anything from Kurt. He enjoyed seeing the brunette fall apart. Of course he’d imagined what Kurt’s full lips would feel like around his cock, but he would never pressure the other into anything. Kurt had never even kissed before he met Blaine. Blaine was happy to teach him it all; regardless if he received a blowjob or not.

“Blaine,” Kurt moaned and grabbed the other man’s hair tightly. He’d discovered that Blaine liked that very much the first time he’d been touched - been tasted this way. Blaine had moaned like crazy, and Kurt had been scared he’d done something wrong, so he’d let go. But judging by Blaine’s whining - it still surprised Kurt how childish Blaine could be - that was the only thing he’d done wrong.

Blaine’s eyes rolled back at the tight grab in his hair and he sucked harder. Bobbed his head up and down; keeping only the head in, sucking, licking. Tracing the vein with his tongue. Pushing into the slit.

“Blaine, Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt begged and pulled his hair. As much as he was enjoying this, he needed to kiss Blaine more than he needed oxygen. “Kiss me, p-please just- just kiss me.”

Blaine obliged. How could he not when Kurt’s voice had taken that slightly hoarse tone? He pulled himself up on the bed and kissed Kurt gently on the swollen lips. But Kurt wasn’t having any of that. He picked up on kissing fast, and sometimes he made Blaine feel like the virgin.
Kurt pulled him onto his body, so they lay flush against each other. Blaine moaned as he felt Kurt’s hard member against his own. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding their hips - along with other things - together slightly.

“O-oh,” Kurt gasped.

“Is this okay?” Blaine was very aware of the fact that he asked this every time, but he really didn’t want to push Kurt into anything. But what did it matter that he asked when Kurt’s answer always was a needy sound followed by,

“More than okay.”

So Blaine continued rocking their bodies together; the slide made easier by the precome and salvia gathering on their cocks. He nibbled at Kurt’s neck; sucked little red marks into his pale skin.

“Bl-Blaine,” Kurt moaned and closed his eyes tight. “I’m cl-close.”

“God Kurt.” Blaine placed several sloppy kisses on Kurt’s neck before he forced himself to speak again. “Me t-too.”

The rocking became frantic, without any sense of rhythm or skill. It was just their two bodies sliding up against each other; the room echoing with their joined moans. Kurt came first; his body aching off the bed so incredibly high and with so much strength that the other man was lifted with it. It didn’t take long before Blaine was following him over the edge.

They spend every day like this, wrapped up in each other. Sharing sweet smiles and warm glances.

Until that one day…

xxx

It had started as a normal day. Blaine had woken up on his mattress; feeling well rested. He'd eaten his tiny breakfast in the company of his closest friend Wes, who were going to the area directly after the meal was finished. Blaine spend his day training with the new gladiators. It was one of those days where he wasn't supposed to fight. There were no games for him to participate in, and no game meant no Kurt. It made him sad but he knew he had a big fight tomorrow; against one of the neighbor towns' best fighter he'd been told, and that meant he could see Kurt tomorrow.

Blaine trained the new guys hard. He was ordered to do so. But he also had to teach them that it wasn't just a fun game anymore with swords of tree; it was real and even if they lucky or exceptionally strong, they were risking their lives. There were of course some young men who had chosen to become gladiators that wouldn't listen to him. He was merely a slave; a toy in their eyes. But Blaine didn't mind. He could show them in other ways. And he did. He fought every single one of those royal snobs and he won every game without as much as breaking a sweat.

When night time approached Blaine was tired. He'd fought and trained all day and he had the big fight tomorrow. He was planning on going to bed early, but first he needed a shower. He washed his dirty locks; pulling a little on the slightly long hair. He needed a haircut. But Kurt liked his hair the way it was. When he wasn't pulling it while moaning, he was running his hands through it absentmindedly while they talked. A shiver ran through his body as he remembered the way Kurt would cling to his shoulders and back. The way those pretty lips panted. The way Kurt wrapped his legs around his waist when they were lying naked on top of each other. His cock was starting to harden, when a hard voice burst through his thoughts.

”Anderson! There's someone here for ya!” Yelled his trainer and Blaine groaned. Perfect timing. He barked out a short reply and the quickly pulled on a pair of pants. He made his way out of the bathing area and ran a hand through his still dripping hair while wondering who exactly wanted to talk to him at this time of the evening.

“Blaine?” Blaine turned around at the sound of his name and froze to the spot when he saw who had called for him.

”Kurt? What are you doing here?” He asked and hurried over to the brunette.

”I needed to see you.”

”So late in the evening and down by the gladiators?” Blaine suddenly noticed the tears that silently slid down the younger boy’s cheeks. ”What’s wrong?”

”I'm- I have to go to another man's room, Blaine.” Blaine's eyes grew in shock. No. No, no, no this couldn’t be happening!

”You-”

”The guy you're fighting tomorrow; he picked me. But I wanted it to be you Blaine. I want you to be the first; to be my first!” Kurt grabbed Blaine's face and crashed their lips together. ”I need it to be you Blaine,” he whispered against the curly haired man's lips.

”I wish we could Kurt, but…” Blaine trailed off. He didn't know what to do or say. He would do anything to be Kurt’s first. He would do anything to be Kurt’s forever. But there was just no way.

”We can,” Kurt mumbled.

”But Kurt no, not here. I don't even have my own room,” Blaine said as he thought of his single worn out mattress lying among the other gladiators’.

”I've already gotten us one.”

”I'm not allowed outside without permission Kurt,” he explained; slightly confused. Had Kurt gotten them a room? The boy who couldn’t even get the word ‘sex’ over his lips without blushing?

”I've got it covered,” Kurt said and turned around. ”Follow me.” And so Blaine did. A few meters from the exit Kurt turned to Blaine.

”Does it look like I've been crying?” He asked and wiped at his slightly damp cheeks.

”No. Not more than the smell makes people anyway.”

”Good.” And then Kurt marched -not just walked- over to the guard with a whole new aura. He held his head high and his back straight.

”I've found him,” he said to the guard and nodded towards Blaine. The guard grunted and let them pass.

Blaine kept trailing behind Kurt; following him several blocks away as he tried to wrap his mind around what was going to happen. Kurt would have to be with another man tomorrow. A man that would definitively not treat Kurt the way Blaine had done so far.

”We're here,” Kurt whispered and jolted Blaine out of his thoughts. He looked up to see an expensive looking building in front of them. Kurt walked inside and nodded at a lady who's sitting behind a table. Blaine followed him up a flight of stairs and into a beautiful room with a broad bed inside.

Kurt walked over to the bed, but didn’t sit down. He just kept his back turned to Blaine, and the curly haired man sighed. This wasn’t how he’d imagined their first time. He’d imagined himself as a free man with Kurt on his arm, maybe watching a show first and later they would settle into his own bedroom; slightly lit with candles.

That wasn’t how the real world was going to be. But he could at least make sure it would be a good memory for Kurt. And he could make sure that Kurt knew he would still like to see him, even after another man had touched him. His feelings weren’t some kind of stupid crush on Kurt’s virginity. It was love. Love for Kurt, not just his body.

“Kurt,” he called softly, but the brunette didn’t turn around. Blaine stepped closer, until he was standing right behind him. “Kurt,” he tried again. He saw the other boy’s shoulders shiver slightly and without a second though he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist.

“Listen to me,” he whispered and closed his eyes. He pressed their cheeks together and felt the tears even before Kurt choked down a sob. “This is not goodbye, you hear me? I still love- love being with you, and I still want to spend every day with you. I still want to see you smile, and I still want to hold you in my arms.” As if to emphasize his words, he pulled Kurt tighter to his chest. He felt the younger boy take an unsteady breath before he turned around and buried his face in Blaine’s chest.

“You- you promise?” He sobbed.

“I promise,” Blaine mumbled and placed a kiss on the top of Kurt’s head. “And we really don’t have to do this, Kurt. We could always figure out another way. That other guy won’t stand a chance against me.”

“But Blaine…” Kurt looked up Blaine with a heartbreaking expression. “He’s supposed to be the best fighter in the whole country,” he whispered as more tears sprang into his eyes. “What if he wins? What if you die?”

Blaine chuckled humorlessly. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the king won’t let me die that easily. I’m his best gladiator, remember? I can’t believe you haven’t got faith in my abilities.” Kurt’s head snapped up.

“I didn’t mean it like tha-“ He didn’t get to say more before Blaine silenced him with his lips.

“I know,” he smiled against Kurt’s lips. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and their kiss deepened. This may not be the way they would have wanted it, but that didn’t mean the two men wouldn’t enjoy sharing themselves with each other. Blaine moved his lips down Kurt’s jaw and further down to his neck, tasting the younger boy’s tears all the way down.

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed out and tilted his head to give Blaine more access. The curly haired man took a few slow steps back, until the back of Kurt’s knees hit the bed and he fell; bringing Blaine down with him.

“You’re heavy,” Kurt giggled as Blaine landed on top of him with a small ‘oomph’.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled and made to pull away or at least shift his weight into his arms, but Kurt just pulled him down by the neck.

“It’s nice,” the brunette mumbled. “It feels safe.” Blaine smiled affectionately and leaned the few inches down to capture Kurt’s lips once again. He let one hand slide down Kurt’s side and under the long shirt he was wearing; feeling the warm skin underneath. Kurt shivered slightly and pressed into the touch.

Both men were getting harder by the minute; their kisses turning more and more heated. Blaine’s hands found their way into Kurt’s clothes; one wrapping around his hard member and the other crawling up to hold on to his shoulder. Kurt’s hands were placed sloppily on the other man’s strong biceps.

“Blaine, urg, I n-need you,” Kurt moaned at a particular tight stroke of his already leaking cock. Blaine didn’t answer with words, but let his hand wander further down, until he had a hand full of Kurt’s ass. He gave a little squeeze before retreating his hand and locking eyes with the brunette.

“Suck,” he commanded gently as he placed a finger at Kurt’s swollen lips. Kurt’s eyes widened a bit, but he obediently sucked the digit into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it without breaking eye contact with Blaine. The curly haired man groaned at the wet feeling and felt his cock twitch in his pants. Which he really should get rid of soon. He dragged his finger out and attacked Kurt’s mouth with his own, as his hand slid down the pale body once again. He pulled back to look into the bright blue eyes of his lover. Kurt looked up at him with nothing but trust and love in those eyes. Blaine kept eye contact even as his fingers slipped down and gently rubbed at Kurt's entrance.

”This is going to hurt,” Blaine muttered. Even slicked up he knew this would hurt.

”I don't care,” Kurt whispered and pressed down a little to meet Blaine's finger. ”As long as it’s you I don't care.” Blaine felt himself choke up a little and busied himself with slowly pushing his finger inside Kurt's tight heat.

“O-oh!” Kurt’s eyes squeezed shut and his whole body tensed up. Blaine stilled and waited. Kurt breathed out slowly through his nose and gave a little nod. Blaine pushed in further but stopped as soon as he saw pain on the other’s face. Blaine bit his lip and then shifted around on the bed; careful not to move his hand too much. He placed himself between Kurt’s legs and began showering them with little kisses and licks. It might be a cheap distraction, but at least it was working.

He kept kissing and licking and biting at all the places he could reach; including Kurt’s dick, until he’d worked three fingers into the brunette. Said brunette was moaning and whitering on the bed at the given moment. Blaine had brushed over his prostate several times so far, and even if the pain was still there, the pleasure was stronger. When the brunette was beginning to beg, Blaine couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out and kissed Kurt messily while he shimmed out of his pants.

Blaine looked around awkwardly as he straightened. He’d rather be doing this with some sort of oil to slick up his cock. He wasn’t exactly small. But he needn’t worry, because the next second he had Kurt’s pink lips wrapped around him; sucking with fervor.

“G-god, Kurt!” He groaned and traced his fingers through Kurt’s soft brown hair. Going by the fact that this would have to be Kurt’s first blowjob he was doing a hell of a job. Maybe a little too well, judging by how fast Blaine could feel the familiar coiling low in his stomach. He pulled at Kurt’s hair; making the younger boy look up at him with a questioning gaze. He opened his mouth - probably to ask what he’d done wrong if Blaine knew him well enough - but Blaine interrupted him.

“If you want me to last any time at all, you need to stop,” he said; slightly out of breath. Kurt nodded his understanding and lay down on his back again, blushing all the way down to his chest.

“You ready?” Blaine breathed as he placed himself between Kurt’s legs; positioning the head of his cock by the still slick entrance.

“Yes.” And that was all Blaine needed to start pushing in. He had to close his eyes at the incredible tight feeling around his cock. Kurt was tensing again and it took all of his willpower not just to slam right in. He took a shaky breath and then opened his eyes to watch Kurt’s face. Soon enough Kurt’s features relaxed and Blaine pushed in more.

They continued like this until Blaine was buried to the hilt inside Kurt. He gave an experimental roll of his hips and Kurt gasped out in pleasure; hands coming up to hold at Blaine’s arms.

“Hnng, again,” he moaned. So Blaine pulled out slightly and thrust back in slowly.

“F-faster.” Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s back and pulled slightly; he wanted them closer. Blaine obliged with a small smile. He liked this side of Kurt; the uncontrollable and wild side.

”Harder Blaine, please!” Kurt was getting desperate as their pace quickened; not nearly enough for his liking.

”But it'll hurt...”

”I don't care! I want to f-feel you tomorrow, just- please Blaine!” And what could Blaine do other than obey? So be gripped Kurt's hips tighter and leaned in closer. He pulled out till only the head was inside and then slammed back in. He groaned of pleasure and Kurt positively whined.

”M-more, more Blaine, more!” He begged and pushed back. And once again Blaine obliged. He felt the heat squirm around inside him; building and growing, but he didn’t want it to end. He’d never felt anything like this. Making love to Kurt was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

“Oh God, no wait. Wait Blaine, stop,” Kurt suddenly exclaimed in a panicked voice. It took all his willpower, but Blaine stopped his every movement.

“Wha-what’s wrong?” He panted.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong, I just- I was about to c-come, and I want it last.” Kurt was sure his blush could be seen from the moon at that moment,

“Oh Kurt,” Blaine smiled affectionately and pushed Kurt’s bangs away from his flushed face. “Don’t worry. We have all night. Now,” he said as he thrust inside again. “Come for me.” Blaine’s low voice sent shivers up Kurt’s spine.

“B-but!” He stuttered. He didn’t get any other coherent word over his lips, because Blaine was pulling out and pushing back in before he even got the chance to suck in a breath.

“Oh God! Blaine!” The curly haired man felt Kurt’s muscles contrast around him and felt himself losing it. He pushed in harder and faster than ever before; hitting Kurt’s prostate with almost every thrust.

Kurt’s back ached off the bed as he came with a silent yell on his lips; his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Blaine followed only few seconds after; his vision getting blurry and filled with white spots. He had never come so hard in his life before. He slumped down onto Kurt; forgetting how he might crush the younger man. But Kurt didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine’s sweaty body and placed a tiny kiss at his shoulder. Blaine rolled off of Kurt, but pulled him into his arms as soon as he hit the bed.

They fell asleep like that; wrapped in each other’s embrace, bashing in the afterglow.

When Blaine woke the morning after, Kurt was gone…