“Yeah…. Yes.”

Blaine felt like he was choking on his own breath when Kurt agreed.  He had been turned on all night long watching Kurt.  He didn't know if it was too early for Kurt, or if Kurt never wanted to go beyond oral sex, but with his dick pressed up against the fabric of his boxer briefs, it was hard to think of anything clearly.

Kurt reached over to turn off the lamp, leaving them with only the glow of the streetlamps outside creeping into the window to illuminate things.  Blaine knew Kurt was self concious about his body, and that's probably why he did that, but Blaine would have just loved for Kurt to let him see him completely - even though the street lights did a pretty good job.

Kurt was slow in his efforts to strip down, and Blaine heard as his breath became more shallow, akin to Blaine's own.  The smooth, pearly expanse of his boyfriend's skin was revealed though, and Blaine moved forward to run his hands up and down Kurt's arms and then his thighs as they connected their lips in a delibverately slow dance.  They could take their time.  

Blaine wanted to take his time.

No matter what abuse Kurt had suffered, and what he thought about himself, he was beautiful.  There was no doubt about it.  Sometimes Kurt would reveal a little tidbit about one scar or another, stories that made Blaine's heart crack and his stomach turn.  Like the pattern of cresents on his hip - a trick with nails so long they broke the skin and stayed there as he was used.  The silvery scar along the bottom of his ribcage on the right - a result of his pimp having a freak out and beating him when Kurt stood his ground on using condoms even though he could apparently get more to go bareback.  There was another scar that ran along the back of Kurt's thigh - the result of one of his self-hating tricks that felt the sadistic need to hurt Kurt while he was using him.

Looking at those scars did make Blaine's heart swell, knowing all that Kurt had been through and suffered - probably without proper medical help either, and yet, because they were a part of Kurt, Blaine was able to see past them as just a small part of the man before him.  Kurt wasn't the sum of his scars after all, he was so much more than that, and now he was willing to share himself with Blaine.

Blaine's mouth travelled down from Kurt's lips to under his jaw, and then to his neck, kissing a path to Kurt's collarbone where he had discovered Kurt was especially sensitive, and, as expected, the instant he reached it Kurt's head tipped back and he moaned softly.

He was careful not to leave a hickey.  Unlike so many other men who had touched Kurt, he never wanted to leave a mark on him - at least not one that was visible like the others.  He wanted Kurt to feel good, but never dominated.  He needed Kurt to know that he saw him as an equal in this bed.

Though the whimpers Kurt was making made it hard to Blaine to hold back from just pushing Kurt down against the mattress and having his way with him.  Every noise that came out of those perfect pink lips went straight to his cock, which kept twitching and pulsing, begging to be attended to.  

“I should….”  Kurt whined as Blaine's lips travelled to one of his nipples and sucked it gently, making him lose his words for a moment until Blaine pulled his head back, “... I should prep you.”

Blaine nodded, and while he wasn't quite ready to jump into his first time like that, he did reach back to the nightstand and pull out the yet unused bottle of lube and a condom, ready for when they were, before he reconnected his lips to Kurt's chest.  

Kurt's fingers wound their way into Blaine's hair, cracking apart the gel and loosening his curls which he coiled around individual fingers and tugged back on with an accompanying gasp every time Blaine seemed to touch a particularly sensitive place.  Kurt's skin tasted so sweet under his lips and Blaine still hadn't been able to figure out how that was.  They used the same shower, with the same products, and Blaine was pretty sure he didn't taste even a tenth as good.  Maybe Kurt just secreted sugar.

While Kurt's hands buried into Blaine's hair, Blaine's hands explored Kurt's skin, running his palms over Kurt's arms, his sides, his thighs, and then sweeping around to the swell of Kurt's ass, his arched back, and up to his shoulders on the return voyage.  He took note of the places where Kurt's breath became a shudder under his touch, like the small of his back and his sides, tucking that information away for later.

Then something happened that made Blaine lose all capacity for thinking.  Their cocks brushed against each other, both fully at attention and damn.  Blaine didn't understand why that felt as good as it did but clearly Kurt felt the same as a small hiss came from his parted lips which Blaine's were back on in an instant, slowly arching his hips forward and back as he rutted their cocks together.  Why they hadn't done this before, Blaine wasn't sure.  He was sure thought that it was enough to make him come.

Kurt trembled in his arms and hands were pulled away from Blaine's hair and palms pressed against his chest after a minute of heavy and gasp filled breathing.  He was pushed gently back on the bed and by the time the fog in Blaine's mind subsided, he realized that Kurt had the condom and the bottle of lube in hand.  He knew what was coming, he had made sure to reread all the information on the health websites he had checked out, knew what Kurt was preparing for, and now, after getting to feel his boyfriend so close, wanted it more than anything.  No more waiting.  He needed this yesterday.

“Grab a pillow.”  Kurt directed, and once Blaine had one from the head of the bed in his hands, Kurt directed him to place it under his hips, improving the angle and access to his ass which seemed to be twitching along with his cock in eagerness.  

The cap was undone with a small crack and Blaine watched with wide open eyes as Kurt liberally spread lube on a finger, licking his lips over as he did, which had Blaine's eyes jumping from Kurt's lips to his finger as it was brought down to where he couldn't see it any longer.

But he felt it.

Instinct told him to clench up, to tighten and create a barrier against intruders, but Kurt looked up, eyes full of warmth, and told him, “You need to relax…. do you want to stop?”

“No… nonono….”  Blaine groaned.  Why did Kurt's voice have to sound so hot?  He focused on relaxing his body, breathing, and Kurt's finger slipped inside him slowly, moving the opposite way things generally did there and creating a burn as it pushed ahead until Kurt had it slipped inside him completely.  

“Breathe.” Came a gentle reminder, and Blaine did, letting go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding as Kurt wiggled his finger inside of Blaine before pulling it back and running it back in again.  Slow, gentle movements designed to spread Blaine apart bit by bit.

He felt kisses along the insides of his thighs and glanced back down at Kurt as his eyes had rolled back a moment ago.  As the finger worked its way in and out, Kurt was watching his face for his reaction and laying kisses to him.  The scene couldn't have been hotter.

“I'm going to add another.”  Kurt let him know, and cracked the bottle open with his free hand.  Blaine felt more lube trickle down into his crack, pushing pushed up inside of him by Kurt's finger that was already there while a second brushed along the rim of his pucker.  God.  Had anyone ever done this for Kurt?  Someone must have.   How else would he knew exactly what to do?  

When the second finger pushed into him, Blaine momentarily tensed before remembering that he needed to be pliant and exhaled as Kurt watched him with concern from below.  A second finger added so much more than the first.  It was exponentially a larger feeling inside of him even though the fingers were relatively the same circumference.  Once the initial drag had passed though, and Kurt had his fingers both submerged inside of Blaine twice, the scissoring began.

It wasn't anything like Blaine imagined it to be from reading the websites.  He expected a very mechanical stretch of his insides, not the sudden change from dull pain to pleasure that spread over him.  Kurt knew exactly what to touch inside of him, knew just how to make him unravel, and within seconds he was no longer breathing but panting and begging for more.

“Shh… soon enough…”  Kurt cooed from below, another kiss granted to Blaine's thigh as a third finger was added and Blaine was sure the stars in his vision were a sign that he didn't have too long to enjoy this for.  

“Please Kurt… please, please, please, please….”

He got a chuckle in response and then the fingers that had been filling him up so nicely were pulled out, leaving him with an uncomfortable openness that made him writhe a little.  He needed more, not less.  The crackle of the condom wrapper though alerted him that things weren't at an end and as the stars faded, he let himself look down at Kurt, now protected and rubbing lubricant over his shaft before aligning it to Blaine's ass and asking to make sure.

“Ready?”

“So ready….”  Blaine grunted and then his breath held as the head of Kurt's cock pushed into him, far wider than the three fingers had completely prepared him for.  He tensed again, and again reminded himself to relax and let Kurt slowly push his way up inside of him, stretching him more and more.  It was slow, and Blaine was sure he was going to tear apart from the inside because, wow, Kurt was neverending.

But miraculously the tear never happened and once Kurt was fully inside of Blaine, both men panting out their breaths, they shared a few sloppy kisses as Kurt just held his position to allow Blaine's body to get used to him.  That's where Blaine realized just how great he felt; how full and complete he was with Kurt in and over him like this.  

“You can move.”  He weakly mouthed up at Kurt who nodded, gave him one quick kiss, and withdrew his length slowly before pushing back inside of Blaine just a little bit faster this time.  It made Blaine's breath hitch, but Kurt knew what he was doing, and the second push felt better than the first.

Then there was the third… and the fourth.

By the time the fifth came around, Blaine was an absolute mess under Kurt.  The sheets were fisted balls in his hands and his head was tossing back and forth chanting Kurt's name in random pitches.  His boyfriend had already figured out how to hit his prostate just right and Blaine knew why men did this.  It felt fucking amazing.

The pace quickened and Kurt found a rhythm that gave Blaine's body just enough time for anticipation right before his prostate was bumped from within.  One of his hands managed to untangle itself from the sheets and reached up to gently hold onto Kurt's side, giving him something else to brace against as the warm heat balled up inside him and threatened to burst.

He wanted to keep his eyes open and watch Kurt move, but the sensations were completely overpowering and his eyes had screwed shut on some point while his mouth had gotten completely loose - gasping and whining and pleading for more.

Blaine already felt close, embarrassingly too soon, but then one of Kurt's hands wrapped around his otherwise unattended cock and began stroking it as well, and it was so much, too much, all at once.  His body locked and he cried out into the night, feeling the strands of come spill out from inside of him and onto his chest and stomach.  Somewhere in that wonderful bliss, he also felt Kurt still inside him and heard a gasp over him and he assumed Kurt came as well, though in all honesty, Blaine was so undone that the only they he could focus on was the wonderful warm tingles shooting along all his nerves.

Thankfully Kurt seemed to have more presence of mind post-orgasm to deal with things.  First Blaine felt himself empty again as Kurt pulled out, the squelching sound of the condom being tied off and tossed into the garbage.  Then he was left for a moment while Kurt grabbed some kleenex which was used to wipe off Blaine's abdomen.  Finally his boyfriend returned to the bed, dressed back up in his pajamas, and cuddled up against Blaine as he pulled the blanket over them both.  By that point Blaine was back to consciousness, though was saddled with a dopey grin directed at everything he looked at, which made sense when he looked to Kurt.

“Was that alright?”

Sometimes Blaine was blown away by how much his sassy boyfriend actually cared.  Enough that that would be the first thing he asked.

“Perfect.”  Blaine responded, wrapping his arms up around Kurt lazily, “Thank you…. that was… yeah… perfect.”

“You swore… like… a fucking lot.”

Blaine chuckled at that.  Yes, some cursing did occur when he had lost his mind to the moment, and he knew how much Kurt revelled in it when Blaine did lose himself enough to lose his grip on language.   “It was that good.”

“I'm glad.”

“Hey…”  Blaine suddenly remembered that he was the one who was supposed to be a gentleman, “... was it okay for you too?  I mean I know you haven't… and….”  

Damnit he hated it when he couldn't articulate what he wanted to say.

“Yes Blaine.”  Kurt seemed amused by it anyhow and leaned up to kiss his jaw, “I'm okay.  I'm not freaking out or anything anyhow.”

“Oh…. good… I guess that's… good?”

Kurt laughed a little at that, and Blaine spotted the sincere twinkle in Kurt's eyes and felt relieved.  “Yes.  It's good you doofus.”

“And you came too?”

Another little laugh, “Yes.  God… you really were out of it there.”

“I was.”  Blaine admitted, his grin still plastered on even though his jaw was aching.  “I know why guys like it now.”

“Doofus.”

They snuggled for awhile, coming down from the high of the orgasm.  Eventually Blaine's nerves seemed to numb back down and he reflected on the whole event, smiling to himself the entire time and so happy that he could remember it all.  It was was something he definitely wanted to remember in its entirety for forever.

“Blaine?”

“Kurt?”

The pink hair was tossed back as Kurt looked up at Blaine, eyes opened and lips pressed together to form a thin, serious line.  Uh-oh… now that he had time to think about it was he going to be upset?  Did Kurt regret it?

“I… I need to tell you.”

Blaine pushed himself up to sit, Kurt following suite.  Clearly this was going to be serious and Blaine wanted to give Kurt all his attention.  Grasping Kurt's hands in his own, he looked at Kurt steadily, “Go ahead…”

He braced inwardly, sure that Kurt was going to tell him it had been a mistake or that he was about to freak out, or even that the whole thing had been imagined in Blaine's mind.  But that wasn't what came out of Kurt's mouth.

“My name is Kurt Hummel…. I'm from Lima, Ohio…”