I love how everyone messages me on tumblr wanting to know when the smut will happen, and yet, when I use the word sex in the last chapter, everyone goes "WHOA! Whoa, whoa, whoa... WAIT.". I have to laugh. Love it. I get the hesitation though. That being all said, smut finally happens in this chapter. I apologize for not being MissBeizy or The-Cimmerians in terms of smut quality. I do what I can. Enjoy.

"What the hell kind of name is Quinn?" Sebastian grumbled, glancing back in the rearview mirror at the girl who had just awoken sitting between Kurt and Blaine.

"My first name is Lucille actually… but Ive gone by Quinn for the past couple years…. Its a middle name I got from my great aunt." was the soft reply. Quinn had just awoken, rubbing the side of her head and looking between all the faces that were new to her. It was the first thing Brittany asked of her when the girl had emitted a groan and then sat herself up, Blaine quickly reaching to help support her which shocked her into full consciousness.

Clearly she was not expecting to awaken in a van with other people.

"You were on the ground in the hallway. We took you with us when we escaped." Kurt explained, glancing up over the blonde head of hair to make eye contact with Blaine.

"W-what? S…. sex? Now?"

Kurt had stared for a second, and then broke into a sharp laugh that seemed to confuse Blaine further. "No! Not now… but I want to… with you…"

"Oh… okay."

"Kurt saved you actually." Blaine expounded, looking back at Kurt for a moment before glancing back to Quinn. "People were just walking right over you."

The girl was silent for a moment, looking down at her dirtied dress that had suffered several tears from the heels of peoples shoes and then looking over at Kurt, his wings, and then back at his face. "Thank you."

"Did you get knocked out of the way going down the hall?" Kurt asked. He was so used to people looking at his wings that it didnt even phase him anymore. Let them look, he thought. At least it gets that awkwardness out of the way.

She shook her head, wincing at the sensation. Clearly her head hurt the most, and his estimation that it was what had caused her to be knocked out had to be correct.

"No… I… camoflauge… or go invisible…. whatever you want to call it. When I heard the shots it was the first thing I could think of to do. I had only come in today… is it still today?"

Kurt nodded, and she continued.

"Dr. Ryan checked me out. I asked him for what his assessment of my powers were and then he got all grumbly, saying that there wasnt a technical manual for prescribing what powers people had…."

That sounded like Dr. Ryan alright.

"... he showed me a cot. In the girls shower room of all places… Anyhow, I was going to explore when I heard the gunfire. I cloaked myself, that is, made myself invisible, and backed against the wall… but people were coming out of everywhere and Im still solid, just unseen like that."

"Someone knocked you up without seeing you?" Blaine offered.

She nodded, again wincing and swearing under her breath. "Yeah. I had no where to move out of the way and all I could think was Oh Shit before everything went black…. when Im unconscious, I cant keep myself cloaked."

"Probably for the best." Santana said from her place in the passenger seat. "If you were still cloaked Kurt wouldnt have seen you to pick you up and you would have gotten all shot up and never been found."

"You.. me… we dont have to… I just-"

"I want to Kurt… but I just dont know that you really do."

Kurt frowned, looking at the man before him, shirtless and beaded with water. "Of course I do. Why wouldnt I?"

"I guess… thanks again…" Quinn said quietly as she looked down at the short, firm carpet on the floor of the van.

"None of us are really doctors… but if theres something we can do to help... " Blaine uttered, extending a hand to Quinn, "Im Blaine by the way."

She smiled, showing them all just how beautiful she was with the grace it gave her as she looked up at Blaine. "Nice to meet you. I have a headache if you have any tylenol or advil…."

Blaine smiled back and nodded, digging into their first aid kit and offering her two little white pills which she hastily took without any water to wash it down. It must have been one hell of a headache.

"So… are you gay?" Brittany asked boldly, rocking back on her rump forwards and backwards in place.

Quinn choked a little at the question, looking wide eyed at Brittany and then back at Blaine as she silently asked if the question was for real before telling Brittany, quite plainly, "No… no Im not."

"Well you really are special then arent you?" Brittany chuckled and Santana joined in on the laugh, causing Quinns eyes to go wide in bewilderment.

"Im afraid that everyone else here swings a certain way that isnt exactly the norm." Blaine explained, once again drawing a small smile out of Quinn who nodded, slowly this time, in understanding.

"Got it."

"Because we just escaped hell? Because this is not the time to make a decision like that?" Blaine suggested, stomping around in the shallow water in a small circle as his hands gestured wildly to either side.

"Thats EXACTLY the reason Im making the decision Blaine. We could have died. We could have died and we didnt." Kurt insisted, holding his feet firmly in place despite the water seeping into his boots and making his socks uncomfortably soggy.

"So… you what? Want to have sex as a celebration?" Blaine asked, stopping in front of Kurt and looking at him imploringly.

"Yes! No!... Blaine… I didnt even decide this today. I decided it awhile ago."

"... you did?"

"Yes." Kurt sighed, reaching to take each of Blaines hands in his own and speaking down towards them as he opted to bare it all. "Why shouldnt we have what Santana and Brittany have? Those moments of pleasure… why should we have to wait? What rules are there about it? I want you, and if you want me too-"

"Of course I do."

"-then why should we wait?" Kurts eyes flickered up from their entwined hands, scanning over Blaines face for what he hoped was understanding. "Part of it is not wanting to die a virgin, yes, but another, much larger part of it is just wanting to be with you like that."

"Im going to pull over at this gas station." Sebastian announced a fair time later, already slowing down the van as he turned into what looked like the only stop theyd see for awhile on the decrepit, bumpy excuse for a road theyd been travelling on. "Make sure youre hidden there bird-boy."

Kurt nodded, already pulling one of their folded up blankets up and over him. If someone peeked in, the plan was to make it look like he was just having a nap in the back of the cargo van.

"What do you want to eat?" Blaine asked as the door opened and all the girls made a frantic escape, synchronously citing the need for the bathroom all at once.

"God… anything would taste better than any of the slop weve been eating at the compound…." Kurt muttered before lifting his eyes to Blaines and definitively stating, "Peanut butter M&Ms."

Blaine gave him one of those grins that seemed reserved for Kurt and Kurt alone, half teeth and half lip, closing the door on him and leaving him alone in the back of the van where Kurt laid down, wings tight against his back, and blanket loosely piled over him as he pretended to sleep. Despite the fact that the windows were tinted and there was no other cars in the lot when they pulled up, Kurt was still nervous. He couldnt let himself be the reason they were exposed. He was the biggest liability in the group, and he would never be able to find the words to express how thankful he was that the rest of them were okay with him tagging along with his obvious metahuman qualities that could reveal them all.

There was silence after that, each of them washing the other with gentle handfuls of water, using balled up socks as sponges. They parted only briefly - to change into fresh clothing and relieve themselves behind their own bushes. They washed their old clothing in the creek in similar quiet, taking peeks at one another that ended with them glancing bashfully away in turn.

Knowing they were going to take that step, far beyond the little bit of intimacy that had Kurt coming in his pants a week ago, had them acting like the awkward teenagers they were. Part of Kurt told him this was a big deal, while the other part tried to tell him that it wasnt, it was just one little step in the staircase of life. He didnt know what to listen to in his mind, and it didnt matter anyhow because his heart beat so hard when he glanced Blaines way that he wouldnt be able to hear the voices in his head anyhow.

Somehow they managed to rejoin the group though, and somehow they managed to force themselves to act as if nothing major had occurred between them during that break, but the way Kurts heart kept racing and the way his cheeks seemed to redden each time Blaine looked his way, like he was noticing him for the first time again, made Kurt worry that someone in their little group would pick up on it and tease them for it.

As if teasing was the worst thing they could have possibly gone through that day.

They all came back, loaded down with the worst junk food imaginable in all their arms, Sebastian being the last one back in the vehicles as he went about filling it with as much gas as the tank could hold while Quinn questioned if the credit card Brittany had used to pay for it all was real. Apparently the card has a rainbow, glitter infused cat on the front.

"Yeah. My daddy had it made especially for me."

Peanut butter M&Ms were presented to Kurt from Blaine, along with several cans of iced tea and one of those ice cream cones with chocolate trapped in the peak of the cone. Somewhere in the back of Kurts mind, he was reminded of a conversation that had happened weeks ago where he had lamented the lack of ice cream in the compound, and Kurt was sure that was what had prompted Blaine to buy him it now.

"Thank you."

"Thank Brit. She paid for it all." Blaine said softly, eyes tracing over Kurts lips as he licked over the cone where it had already began to drip. He tucked away his own bag of treats then, pulling out a package of beef jerky which he offered a bit of to everyone before digging into it himself.

"Actually my daddy did. He makes a lot of money selling and buying things." Brittany noted from where she had taken up residence in the passenger seat up front.

"What is he buying and selling?"

"Never asked. I like to think its sprinkles." Brittany answered in response to Quinns question.

Kurt kept the blanket around his shoulders as their journey continued, having not realized how cold he was until the air from outside of the blanket tried to sneak its way inside and cool his skin. People dozed, on and off, never for too long at once with the way the van rocked and jumped with every little pebble it rolled over, but there was an unspoken agreement that it was time to rest, and everyone, save for Sebastian who hummed to himself as he drove, tried to get as much napping time in as they could manage.

Dreams came with whimpers though, and unconscious tears. Kurt knew, on some level, that Blaine had seen the worst of it all. The girls and Sebastian had gotten out before them, and Quinn had been unconscious. The only time Kurt stopped to look back was when he didnt hear Blaine right behind him on the ladder out of the tunnel.

That image of Adam, or what had been Adam, collapsed in a pile of himself with a pool of his own blood would haunt Kurt to eternity, and the way Blaine had been frozen in place, looking at the same thing Kurt was at that point, it crushed Kurts heart to see. He used up every ounce of willpower he had at that point to urge Blaine to keep moving lest he had to see him in a similar pile on the ground.

His own sleep he managed was thankfully dreamless, and after a particularly harsh bump in the road, Kurt awoke to find that he had been drawn in against Blaine, with his head and a puddle of his own drool on Blaines lap.

"We should stop for the night. Get a proper sleep and then switch up vehicles." Santana grumbled as she looked outside at the darkness overtaking them. They had been travelling west, away from the advance of the sun, but it had caught up with them and now was threatening to set in front of the windshield.

"We cant exactly check into a Hilton." Sebastian grumbled, eyeing Kurt in the rearview mirror with the first hint of complaint since they had left.

"A motel would be good though." Santana noted. "Theyre usually not in busy areas, and we could get a block of rooms beside one another… park the van right in front of them and sneak Kurt in ninja style. Could work."

"We dont need to risk it." Kurt said quietly, rubbing his cheek free of the dried saliva that had rolled over it during his unplanned nap on Blaines thighs. "You guys can stay in a hotel. I can stay in here and cover up."

"No Kurt. We do it together or not at all." Santana insisted, and, for the first time since hed met her, Kurt wondered if she might be likable after all.

"Yeah…" Blaine chipped in, gently pressing a hand to Kurts shoulder to help him sit back up. They glanced at one another shyly, before looking away. A hotel room… or motel as the case might be, had all sorts of underlying insinuations, ones that made Kurts heart speed up at the thought of.

"Well… lets just see what we come across then I guess."

It didnt take long for them to find a long stretch of motels with mostly empty lots. It was the middle of the week after all, and by semi-trucks parked along the road, it was clear that the majority of people stopping for the night were truckers. Sebastian pulled into the one that looked like "the least rotten grape in the bunch" by his estimation, and he and Brittany went into the office to see if they could get a block of rooms.

"We should totally order the greasiest pizza whatever town this is has to offer." Santana murmured as she watched through the window of the van for the pairs return, earning an eager nod of agreement from Blaine and Quinn and a rumble from Kurts stomach.

The rooms were books, and Sebastian explained to them all when he drove the van into a spot right in front of the center of their block of rooms that the guise he had used was that they were a bunch of college kids on a road trip. He admitted to using his coercement abilities, not because he didnt think the lie would work, but because he didnt want to take any chances.

The cargo van was backed up, right in front of one of the doors, which Santana opened while everyone else sided up beside Kurt as he was rushed into the room. By everyones approximations though, they werent seen, and Santana made good on her earlier declaration - ordering an obscene amount of pizzas which were delivered a half hour later while they all took turns showering and watching the news.

The story of the compound was all over it. Military personnel were interviewed, citing that the majority of unregistered enemy metahumans were in custody and that they had been forced to dispatch some because they were resisting and were a threat to the safety of humans.

Dispatch… like they were taxis or something. Kurt was always awed by the language used in the news, as if metahumans couldnt even be killed like humans could.

Kurt hadnt seen or heard anyone resisting when they escaped. Metahumans had, after all, grown up as humans. They had been taught to run from danger, and in the moment he had heard the shots, his own adrenaline took over. It didnt matter that he was properly stronger or quicker than most of those guys, his instinct had taken over and told him to get the hell out. He imagined it was much the same for most everyone else there.

Sebastian was the first to leave, retiring to his own room. He and Brittany had gotten four rooms, assuming that her and Santana would share and Kurt and Blaine would do the same, leaving Sebastian and Quinn with rooms of their own. Sebastian said he wanted to get to sleep before the couples started getting things on so hed be asleep before he had to hear anything.

Kurt had to bite down on his lower lip to force the tomato color that was trying to coat his cheeks to stay at bay, especially after Blaine sent him a small, secretive smile.

Brittany and Santana were next to leave, letting them know that the pair of them would go out in the morning as soon as the rental places opened up to trade vehicles and bring back breakfast. Their room was ceremoniously two away from Kurt and Blaines room, which meant that he might not actually have to listen to them together for the first night in a week.

Quinn hustled out quickly after that. She thanked him again for picking her up, and ensured them, though she didnt need to, that shed contribute on the way however she could.

Then they were alone.

"I… Im going to shower." Kurt stammered, looking at Blaine who was sitting on the other side of the bed with pizza boxes between them. Blaine had already showered, and while hed seen Blaine with wet hair a million times before, something about the way rogue beads of water were rolling off his curls and down his ears before plummeting to the bed was doing something to the core of Kurts stomach, making it twist upon itself and press into his lungs.

Blaine merely nodded, and if he was thinking about the fact that they were alone together in a hotel room after the conversation theyd had earlier - it didnt show. He stood up, starting to pick up garbage left behind from the group, and doing a bit of a clean up as Kurt retreated into the bathroom that had more tiles missing from the shower wall than on. Despite that, and any worry over damaging the exposed walls, Kurt took the longest shower he could manage, until all he was getting was cold water coming out of the spray which lacked pressure, which did little to soothe the heat rising through him at the image of who was in the room outside of the bathroom.

He combed through his hair more times than was necessary, having to rub the fog off the mirror to look at himself. Kurt tied a towel around his waist and looked at his reflection, turning to check himself out from every angle he could before taking the towel off and doing the same. Then the towel went back on and he combed his hair again, holding his face close to the mirror to double check that he didnt have any pimples threatening to show themselves at this, most inopportune, time.

By the time he exited the bathroom, the fog had disappeared, and his hair was mostly dry.

Blaine had successfully cleaned up the hotel room, going so far as to put the bags of garbage he had collected in a neat pile by the door and making the life of whomever would come by when they checked out to clean the room a little easier. The TV was still on, droning about the local weather reports, but Blaine wasnt watching it. He had dozed off sitting up against the headboard where he had probably been watching TV before sleep took over.

It made walking to the bed a lot easier.

Kurt turned off the TV, then turned off the main light and turned on the one beside the bed before crawling in beside Blaine. Very carefully, so as not to wake Blaine with any shifting in the mattress, he pulled off the towel he had so carefully bound around his waist and let it fall to the floor. Feet, then legs and pelvis were slid under the sheet, and then, and only then, did Kurt gently nudge Blaine.

"Hey… wake up sleepyhead."

Blaines face squished up before he squinted his eyes apart and let out a yawn, looking over to Kurt and grinning. "Hey. I thought you would wash through the night at the rate you were going."

"I wanted to be clean." Kurt admitted, letting his eyes fall from Blaines sweet caramel eyes, to his plush red lips, and then down to the black T-shirt and boxers he was wearing. "Kiss me?"

Blaine didnt respond with words, bending over and cupping the side of Kurts face with a soft hand as he connected their lips with a small smack. From there things seemed easier, as far as Kurt was concerned anyhow. Kissing was easy. He could kiss Blaine forever. The moment Blaines lips touched Kurt - it was like instant bliss, a hot steam filling his mind with nothing else but the words more, more, more. He registers his own hands reaching up to hold either side of Blaines face in much the same way Blaine has done with his hand, but then, on a particularly drunken kiss, drops one of those hands from Blaines face to his chest, sliding his fingers down over the damnable T-shirt that makes Kurt feel like hes at a disadvantage.

"Can you…" Kurt manages to get out when they stop for a breath, tugging on the fabric of the shirt to make his point when their lips magnetically attach in the middle of his question. Blaines hand leaves his face then, moving with the other to pull his shirt up as much as he can without breaking the kiss until its hanging around his neck like a gaudy black scarf which Kurt yanks off him and tosses back behind them to the floor on the next break they take for air.

Hes seen Blaines chest before. Hell, hes been snuggled up against it more nights than not in the past months, but Kurt hasnt let his fingers explore until now. Blaines chest is rougher than his own, the dark hair there just as curly as the hair on Blaines head, but more coarse than smooth. Each hair he draws his fingers through on his travels springs back into place after its been pulled along with his fingers as far as it can go, and the tug of hair on his chest doesnt seem to hurt Blaine, in fact, the noise he makes into Kurts mouth every time the fingers run over the bump of his nipples suggest that he likes it.

Languidly they kiss, and eventually Blaines fingers begin tracing over the expanse of Kurts own skin which feels like its on fire and numb all at the same time. He immediately gets why Blaine likes his own nipples being touched when Blaines thumb rolls in a circle around one of Kurts. There are nerves there he never knew he had before, and ones that apparently connect right to his cock.

To this point, Kurt had managed to keep his hips back far enough to keep a respectable distance from Blaines, and so they havent done anything more than kiss and touch one another from the stomach up, but the ache that Kurts feeling in the parts of him that have needy nerve endings is becoming unbearable and he yanks his head back from Blaines, looking at him with what hes sure are crazed looking eyes and thankfully finding Blaine just as disheveled and broken when he looks at him with space between them.

"I want everything."

"Everything?" Blaine squeaks out, his voice cracking as he chokes out the question.

"Everything." Kurt asserts with a quick nod. All the hesitation he had in the bathroom is gone now that most of the blood flow has been directed to keeping his dick pulsing below the sheets.

"I dont… I dont think we can do everything in one go Kurt." Blaine half-coughs, half-sputters out. His eyes never leave Kurts face, not even to check his aura as Blaine does if hes unsure about how Kurt is feeling.

"I want to do as much as possible then." Kurt says, trying to keep his voice steady and level. He needs to ensure Blaine knows hes serious about what hes suggesting, and that when it comes to this.

"O-okay… " Blaine is less convincing, but when Kurt allows himself to peek down at Blaines boxers to see the tent thats formed there, he knows Blaine is just as eager as he is.

Blaine moves further back then, instead of closer, and Kurt watches as he grabs the bag with treats from their stop on the road. All becomes clear though when Blaine doesnt pull out chocolate or pop, but a little bottle with clear liquid and a small, convenience sized boxed of condoms. He doesnt look at Kurt when he does it, but Kurt watches his face all the same - cheeks redder than Kurts ever seen them before.

"Santana insisted…."

"I fucking love Santana." Kurt snaps, reaching a hand up to wrap around the back of Blaines head and pull him in for a greedy kiss. Their lips are swollen at this point, and Kurt cant feel much through the fuzzy feeling in them, but he hungers all the same for it. They resume kissing for awhile. Its comfortable, it eases them back into touching one another, and its Blaine who takes the next step this time - sliding himself out of his boxers with an awkward wiggle against the bed and another toss of clothing in the recently tidied room.

Kurt wants to look, but doesnt want to make Blaine feel uncomfortable, and so instead Blaine slides himself under the sheet with Kurt, letting their cocks say hello first. Head against head. It isnt planned and it makes them both suck in a surprised breath when it happens that they bump against one another, taking in enough air to fuel what comes next.

Blaine reaches up with one hand to rub Kurt on the limb of his wing, and the other hand dives under the blanket to touch Kurt without the impediment of fabric between their skin. It makes Kurt freeze, and then roll his eyes back in his head as he emits a noise he doesnt recall giving permission to be let out - a long, low, noise that could qualify as a moan or a whine depending on who was asked.

He has to tell himself to not lose himself then, because it would be so easy to just let himself go and come all over Blaines hand - but hes done that, or at least something akin to that, once before, and hes resolute on getting as much as he can out of the night because who knows when theyll have another shot. So Kurt reaches down as well, making Blaine whimper when he takes his dick in his hand.

Kurt has felt himself a thousand times before, and has always wondered what the big deal was about touching someone else there, but he gets it the instant he has Blaine in hand. Theres a weight against his fingers, warm, throbbing, and so different from himself. Hes prettier sure Blaine would win in a contest of girth between them both, and hes also pretty sure Blaine has more veins - but that could just be because Kurt is so much more attuned since hes not holding himself, but someone elses dick in his hand.

Blaine makes the prettiest little moan when Kurt tugs upwards on his dick, and it prompts Kurt to do it again and again, until Blaines hands have left Kurts skin and are gripping at the sheet on either side of him.

"Kurt… Kurt… I… You need to…"

Kurt gets the gist of it because hes painfully hard and ready to break just at the touch of Blaines skin against his own. He releases Blaine, listens to him pant and catch his breath, and then carefully pulls back the sheet so theyre both there, exposed in the glow of the ancient lamp on the bedside table.

Blaine is gorgeous. Kurt already knew that, but to see him all, wrecked and hard and all for Kurt does something more to Kurts heart. It tugs at him in his chest much like he had been tugging on Blaine before, and his love for this man is cemented. He had never wanted anything, anyone, so much.

When Blaines breath steadies, he looks at Kurt. First his eyes stay strung on Kurts face before glancing around his head, checking his aura as he does, and then drifting downward. Kurt feels like hes on show, and blushes furiously, looking away then. He knows Blaine is looking him over, but doesnt want to watch his reaction. No matter how much Kurt has developed over the years, inside hes still that pudgy, pale kid that got made fun of, and he worries that Blaine will be able to see that when he looks at him naked.

Its probably good that he has his head turned away though, because the next surprise is the best way he could have ever been reassured of Blaines attraction to him. Kurt feels the bed shift, and then theres something warm and wet rolling against the flesh on the underside of his penis. If he had been watching Blaine advance upon him, he might have fled, but instead hes moaning loudly and arching his back, using the limbs of his wings to hold him up with strength he didnt knew existed. Blaines mouth drops little by little over his dick, and is so perfectly tight and warm. He jerks himself forward without meaning to, and then snaps his head up to look at Blaine apologetically, finding that in that millisecond Blaine has dropped his head down over Kurts length even further instead of pulling off. The sight makes something in him rumble. Blaines cheeks hollowed out and face red as he peers up at Kurt to watch his reaction and aura. Those damned lashes are fanned over his cheekbones and the innocence they suggest is completely contrary to what Blaine is doing, and just like Blaine was moments ago, Kurt is ready to burst.

"Blaine, please, I need…."

Just as Kurt had before, Blaine gets it and pops off Kurt slowly, making a popping noise as he pulls off and lets Kurts cock bob in place, mindlessly seeking out the warmth stolen from it.

"Lube… we need… lube." Kurt chokes out, struggling to get his words out as he watches Blaine lick over his lips with thoughtfulness in his eyes. Hes tasting me, Kurt thinks to himself, and groans again without any sort of physical stimulus prompting it.

Blaine grabs the plastic convenience store bag again with trembling hands, struggling to first uncap the lid of the lube and then cursing when he discovers theres a security seal which he uses his teeth to rip off. Lube splatters everywhere with the ferocity of the opening, and Kurt swipes up a blob of it off his stomach with a finger which he draws down towards his own ass, moving slowly until Blaine sees what hes doing and stares.

He looks starving.

They havent talked about topping or bottoming, how to do this, or, hell, how to even do it. All Kurt has ever seen is some pamphlets on the mechanics of the act which have definitely not prepared him for any of this. Hes hoping Blaine knows at least as much as he knows, if not more.

All this lead up would really suck if they couldnt figure out the next part after all.

"How… with your wings….?" Blaine sputters out, letting the bottle of lube drip over his fingers as he seems to have forgotten to close it up as he watches Kurt.

Kurt rubs the little bit of lube he has against his hole once he finds it, sucking in a sharp breath. Hes never done this to himself before, even though hes often fantasized about it, and felt the need for something to satisfy him in this way. He forgets the question Blaine asked for a moment, before he sees Blaine staring at him, waiting, and gasps out a response.

"Prep… first… Were supposed to prep."

Blaine just nods, reaching down with his now overlubed fingers and holding them right by Kurts ass before stopping, looking up at Kurt for permission, which is given with a quick nod, and then joining Kurts finger with one of his own.

"You have to tell me if its too much… or what you want, or how… oh God Kurt…."

Kurts hips seem to have a mind of their own, bucking back against Blaines finger once hes come close and breaching the tight ring of muscle thats supposed to block the outside from the inside. It surprises Blaine too, and Kurt can hear him suck in a breath as he watches his finger get swallowed up by Kurt. It burns, especially at the entrance, but it satisfies something deep in the pit of Kurts stomach and as his head tucks in against his chest he whimpers.

"Move it."

Blaine complies, far too slowly for Kurts liking. Snails have moved faster than Blaines ever careful finger does. Kurt knows Blaines head is in the right place, trying to be careful for Kurts sake, but, damn it all, Kurt just wants what he demanded earlier - everything.

"Another."

Blaines questioning face resurfaces to check that Kurt is sure, and then slips in a second finger along with the first. One finger felt tolerable once the burn wore off, but two… two introduced Kurt to the idea that pleasure could be felt too. He was vaguely aware that he was making noise at that point, but between trying to keep his hips still and savoring the feeling of being spread apart, he didnt know what exactly and at what volume the sounds were.

"You want more?" Blaine whispered after a minute. He had reached up with his free hand to draw circles around Kurts nipples, each in turn, and Kurt babbled out something in response that clearly was affirmative because a third finger was sunk in.

Kurt completely understood why this was a thing.

All it took was a couple slides back and forth for Blaine to hit something inside Kurt. Something that made his eyes snap back open and for him to cry out to the heavens and whatever god might exist in thanks that they had come up with creating such a sweet spot.

"Blaine… Blaine… Im not going…"

"You want me to…?"

Kurts breath came out in a long, shaky shudder. He looked back at his wings, and then back at Blaine. He looked at Blaines cock, which has a sliver of precum reflecting the light from the lamp on the tip, and then looked back at his ass which was still gracefully managing to take in Blaines magnificently long piano fingers.

"Lay back on the bed."

Blaine let out some kind of choking noise and pulled his fingers free of Kurts ass, which immediately hissed its displeasure up to Kurts brain. It wanted more, not less. Kurt had to do this right though. He grabbed the little box of condoms and, with hands just as shaky as Blaines had been earlier, fumbled to open the plastic packaging and then get out one of the individually wrapped items he needs, tossing the rest of the box to the floor and spreading out the remainder of the condoms on the floor with the discard.

Blaine laid back, as instructed, watching Kurt and mouthing words to Kurt who couldnt focus on translating them as he finally managed to crack open the damned paper keeping him from the condom.

"Give it to me…." Blaine cooed then, and Kurt was all too glad to give it away. Packaging upon packaging would get in the way of his orgasm and given how needy he felt, he felt like he might feel obliged to write a nasty letter to the manufacturer on the matter.

Blaine seemed to slip the condom over himself with ease, tossing the packaging away. Then he looked at Kurt intently. It was his turn.

"Rub my wings… while…." Kurt uttered softly, crawling overtop of Blaine, who immediately reached out to put a hand on each. He carefully lined himself up and over Blaines cock, looking back twice just to make sure, and then slowly let his hips fall, sinking down atop Blaine as they both let out a moan.

Perfect.

It took Kurt a whole minute to let himself descend, making Blaines snail pace earlier seem positively cheetah-like. Thumbs were pressed against Blaines hipbones to help brace himself as he allowed himself to get used to the feeling inside him. Foreign, weird, uncomfortable, and yet...

Perfect.

"You okay..?" Blaine asked weakly, staring up at Kurt who just nodded with equally meek effort before rolling his hips up. The drag burnt just as much as the plunge before it, but Kurt kept moving. This had to be worth it.

He kept at it, watching as Blaines face contorted and then his head banged back into the pillows. Again the burn dissipated, and between the rub against what he was assuming was his prostate and the way Blaine was frantically massaging his fingers into the sensitive points on his wings, Kurt knew he was going to rank embarrassingly short on stamina.

"Blaine… Blaine… please… keep rubbing my wings… Im going to-"

"Ung!" Blaine responded, his own pelvis jerking up inside of Kurt without warning, making Kurt gasp and then shudder as he watched Blaines eyes squint and his brows knot together. He held himself up there, inside of Kurt, his fingers still moving on their own as he reached his own climax before sinking back into the bed - a boneless heap of sweaty man.

Blaine didnt forget Kurt though, moving one hand down from Kurts wings and wrapping it around Kurts still hard, pulsing cock. It was all Kurt needed for his own orgasm to hit, and hit it did. Swirls of white behind his eyelids, a buzzing in his fingertips and toes, and a feeling of everything being absolutely, positively…

Perfect.