Kurt moaned from his place perched on the kitchen island, his fingers buried deep and tugging on Blaine's curls as he sucked hungrily on his lower lip. He growled and let his hands slip under the soft fabric of Kurt's sweater, his rough hands sliding up his taut abdomen. Kurt let out a slightly startled squeak before pulling back minutely and Blaine dropped his hands and stepped back immediately, hands clasped tightly in front of him to keep himself from reaching out, his eyes wide and horrified.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I mean obviously I want- but I don't want to push and you said- and if you don't want- I'm so so sorry-" Blaine rambled until Kurt burst out laughing. "Blaine you idiot, you just surprised me. Come back here!"

Blaine exhaled in relief before grinning like the cat that just got the cream. He stepped back in between Kurt's legs and slipped his hands back underneath his sweater to rest at his hips. Kurt wrapped his arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer like he could never be close enough. "Of course I want to Blaine." Kurt said his voice breathy and strained.

Blaine looked up at him from under his dark lashes, licking his lips at the sight before him, his eyes dark but still tinged with concern. "But Zach and you said you were-" Blaine mumbled as his thumbs started to stroke the soft skin of Kurt's hip. "A virgin yes I remember, but I've had plenty of experience thanks" Kurt smiled mischievously before leaning down to give Blaine another lingering kiss that left him chasing after his lips. "And besides" he continued "I trust you and believe it or not" Kurt trailed off, taking hold of Blaine's wrist and dragging his hand across the skin of his pelvis to press against his half hard cock "I want you."

Blaine's pupils were blown wide, almost consuming the rich caramel of his irises. He gazed raptly at Kurt as he cupped him through his underwear and squeezed teasingly, causing Kurt to whine pitifully. Blaine pressed closer, mouthing and sucking at his neck as he began to palm him lightly, so good but never enough. He felt his blood rush around his body, arousal spiking suddenly at the thrill of touching him, hearing him, tasting him and Kurt being so trusting and willing to let him do so.

"Perfetto" He whispered against his neck, his breath ghosting hot against Kurt's damp skin "do you want-"

"Take me to bed Mr Anderson."

"At least you got my name right this time."

"I was drunk, like really drunk" Kurt gritted out as Blaine's hand grazed the head of his cock. "I know but Andershnaps? Really?" Blaine continued to tease, licking and biting at his Adam's apple, lips tingling with the vibrations of Kurt's frustrated growls and groans.

"Blaine fuck," he choked out "I swear to God if we don't move in the next three seconds I will finish this myself!"

"Now that I would love to see" Blaine chuckled, low and rough as he hoisted Kurt down from the island and into his arms to carry him bridal style.

"Blaine!" Kurt squawked as he was lifted almost effortlessly.

"To the bedroom?" Blaine questioned one last time.

"To the bedroom."

.oO0Oo.

The only way Blaine knew he hadn't died and gone to heaven was that he was pretty sure that the level of homoerotic debauchery in front of him was forbidden beyond the pearly white gates. Kurt was spread out in front of him on the sheets, panting heavily, his pale skin flushed from his cheeks to all the way down his chest.

They'd taken their time once they'd made it through the door to Blaine's bedroom, peeling items of clothing off each other and tentatively tracing every new expanse of skin. Their kisses were messy as they rocked against each other, Kurt mewling and scratching blunt finger nails down Blaine's back, revelling in the smooth tan skin and the shifting muscles, his head thrown back and neck bared. Kurt thrust his hips up hard, aligning their cocks perfectly and Blaine's answering moan was nothing short of pornographic.

He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, beads of it rolling down his temple and neck as he dropped his forehead to Kurt's collarbone, thrusting faster and grinding deliciously. Lust clouded him like toxic fog at the sound of every whimper and moan that accompanied each slick drag of skin, his hands clutching and stroking every inch of Kurt's body he could reach.

Kurt had never felt so loved in his entire life. He'd had his fair share of lovers but none had ever touched him with such desperate reverence as Blaine did or looked at him with such unbridled awe and desire. Every jolt of white hot pleasure made his heart ache and as he got closer and closer he couldn't help but beg for more.

"Blaine please-" he whined, arching up into Blaine as he slid his hands underneath him to the small of his back. Blaine pulled back slightly to look down at him, their faces only inches apart. "Please what, baby?" he said softly, voice deep and rumbling as his fingertips continued to press into Kurt's flawless skin.

"Fuck me." It was a timid hot whisper against Blaine's skin but it still sent shudders rippling down his spine. Blaine hovered over him; his own cheeks dusted deep pink, parted lips bruised and swollen and his eyes half lidded and wild, sparking with lust. He reached over and pulled open his bedside draw before stopping and searching Kurt's eyes for any sign of hesitation.

He didn't find any but he still asked. "Are you sure amore? I don't want to hurt you." Kurt's reply was instant.

"Please, I'm sure." He said, smiling softly as he reached into the draw and fumbled for supplies, finding them and dropping them onto the sheets. He buried his hands in Blaine's curls and pulled, crushing their lips together once more.

After what seemed like hours, their lips parted and they were intoxicated, frantic with want. The constant need to be closer overwhelming and dizzying. Blaine made his way down Kurt's body, pausing to suck deep bruises into the pale flesh over his rib cage and hip bones. He moved slowly and deliberately, shifting to breathe hot and damp over Kurt's cock, flushed a pretty red and curving up towards his abdomen, hard and aching.

"Spread your legs baby" he whispered and Kurt complied with a whimper, his long legs opening wide for him. Blaine leant down and took him into his mouth, sucking on the tip, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the bitter taste of him. Kurt cried out sharply, his hands curled tightly into the sheets below him as Blaine went down on him, taking him to the root and dragging his tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick.

Kurt was lost. A writhing mess beneath Blaine's mouth and he almost didn't notice the slick finger begin circling his entrance. Blaine pushed in slowly, to the second knuckle and pulled off Kurt's cock when he felt him clench around his index finger, looking up at him to silently ask to continue and will him to relax. Kurt exhaled a shaky moan and nodded vigorously so Blaine rested his head against Kurt's thigh and grinned, dragging his finger back out and pushing in deeper.

Kurt was hot and tight and Blaine couldn't help but moan as he watched his fingers pumping into him. He stroked him open slowly, catching his prostrate on every other thrust and listening raptly to Kurt's choked off groans above him. He added another finger when Kurt was pleading him for "more, fuck, please more" and stretched and stroked until they were both a desperate panting mess.

Kurt whined desperately and fucked himself own onto Blaine's fingers, twisting and sweating, shuddering as heat rushed to his groin. As Kurt grew louder Blaine pulled his fingers free, his hands trembled slightly, his eyes almost entirely black. A discontented gasp escaped Kurt at the sudden emptiness so Blaine lunged forward, pressing every inch of his body against Kurt's as he licked into his mouth. He kissed him sloppily, sucking on his tongue as he moaned into his mouth.

"Are you ready?" Blaine questioned quietly, staring into Kurt's piercing midnight blue eyes. He nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I love you" Kurt answered simply, as if it was all that mattered.

Blaine was nervous, his seductive confidence waning slightly as he fumbled with the condom and lube. He wanted this to be good for Kurt, he wanted to be so good for Kurt but it was hard to concentrate when Kurt was staring up at him, gorgeous and so so trusting, giving him everything he had. He kissed him tenderly as he eased into him, fingers of his left hand tangling with Kurt's.

Wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist Kurt let out a stuttering breath, willing himself to adjust to the stretch and the feeling of being so completely filled as Blaine murmured soft adulations against his skin, stroking soothingly at every inch of him he could reach without shifting too much. Dragging his hands down Blaine's back to urge him to move he felt him practically shaking. Blaine started with slow, shallow thrusts despite the fire in his veins screaming at him to let go and drive into him.

"Fuck Blaine" Kurt choked out, his voice low and raspy like Blaine had never heard it before "more God! Please I need-" Blaine picked up the pace immediately, thrusting deeper and harder, his body curling and covering Kurt's completely. His heart and mind were in overdrive, revelling in the tight, wet heat surrounding him and the sharp sounds of his hip bones pounding against Kurt's delicious arse.

"Jesus fuck! Kuu-rrt" Blaine groaned as Kurt stretched up to place frantic hot kisses over his throat whilst raking his fingernails down his chest, dragging through the dark hair that trailed down his navel. Kurt grabbed at him, hands slipping on Blaine's sweat slick skin, high needy keens punching out of him and searing into the air between them, his body tightening as his senses were consumed with Blaine. Blaine's hips and the guttural grunts and groans tumbling from his bitten lips with every hard thrust. His curly hair dripping with moisture, stuck to his forehead, body flush and scorching as his thrusts turned erratic, hips swirling and grinding desperately as his cock slid in and out of Kurt.

Their eyes never closed, always fixed on the other, drinking in every shiver and arch. "‘m close" Kurt groaned and Blaine reached for him, taking his dripping cock into his hand and pumping him. With three rough strokes, Kurt was screaming Blaine's name, body convulsing and shuddering as he came, thick ropes covering both their bodies and Blaine's fist, smearing against their skin as Blaine continued to slam into him, chasing his own release.

Clouded blue eyes, the scream of his name and the feeling of Kurt's arse clenching down around him sent Blaine tumbling over the edge, the hot, delicious pressure coiling in his abdomen, snapping and shooting blinding pleasure through him as he buried himself deep inside Kurt. He stilled, biting down on Kurt's collarbone and groaning, low, animalistic and rolling like thunder.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, both panting into each other's skin as they regained control of their bodies and full consciousness. Sated and lucid, Blaine pulled out slowly, Kurt hissing at the sudden emptiness. He made quick work of the condom and the mess between them, tying it off and throwing it in the general direction of the bin along with the used Kleenex.

Falling back against the sheets, Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him, stroking his damp chestnut hair from his sweaty forehead and peppering kisses across his cheeks, his chin, his nose, and his eyelids. Kurt snuggled down on his chest grinning up at him with wide sparkling eyes.

"I love you so much, Kurt" Blaine murmured, grinning back "I don't think you quite understand just how much."

"I love you too" Kurt sighed softly, running the back of his hand down Blaine's flushed cheeks "and I think I'm beginning to, understand I mean." Blaine smirked devilishly, beautiful hazel eyes shining with joy. "I should hope so too after that apparently mind-shattering orgasm" he chuckled, skimming a hand down Kurt's spine and squeezing his arse.

"Ever the charmer Blaine Anderson." Kurt giggled before leaning up and kissing Blaine soundly, feeling him smile against his lips.

"Of course" Blaine laughed, holding Kurt tightly in his arms, as they settled and began to drift "I'm a gentleman, always."