There was a lot of blurriness, then caramel eyes on his, warm hands on his hips, and a door against his back. It took Kurt longer than usual to focus after running like he had, his mind swimming with a mish-mash of knowledge, reasoning, and want all jumbled together and trying to pull themselves out of the fog that had overtaken his brain. For now he was going to ignore it all and focus on his body which seemed to have taken on a magnetic quality when it came to the man he had stumbled along the campus with.

He regretted wearing such tight jeans. That much Kurt was able to compute. No matter how hard he tugged on his jeans they fought against being pulled down, antagonizing his achingly hard cock which just wanted to spring free.

"Jesus youre beautiful."

The compliment made him giggle like a maniac and he wasnt quite sure why. He dropped his head down against Blaines shoulder to laugh into it until he registered that his lips were against suede soft skin which begged for him to kiss it.

His own eager kisses were returned along the side of his neck, reaching a spot that made Kurt moan and drop his head backwards. At this point he had managed to shove a hand down his pants where he was stroking himself furiously to try and relieve the itch.

"Let me help…" Blaine murmured, somehow managing to catch the sides of Kurts pants in his fingers and swipe them down with ease that had eluded Kurt. From there Blaine knelt and began kissing Kurt along his legs, forcing him to stumble back and rest his body against the door they had come in through.

He felt hot. Not just in his crotch but in his fingers, toes, and even the tips of his ears, and wherever Blaines lips were at seemed to spark small fires as well on him. Kurt couldnt remember the last time he felt this desperate for the closeness of another human being. He wanted Blaine all over him, even though it wasnt humanly possible.

"Can… I…?"

Kurt looked down through his lashes and groaned first at the sight of Blaine, who had somehow shed his own clothing during their flight to this dorm room, gently tugging on the elastic of Kurts underwear. Beyond that Kurt could see Blaines red hooded cock, bobbing against his abs. That had definitely not been a sock in Blaines pants the day they performed Applause in the field. There was no question about it now.

"Fuck… yes…."

Kurt stepped himself out of his underwear as Blaine pulled it down, whining lowly as his cock was finally free of its bonds. He tugged on Blaines hair, urging him to stand back up so their mouths could smack together in frantic, needy kisses. He nibbled along Blaines lips while Blaine groaned into his mouth, cocks slotting up against one another and seeking the friction of the other while their hands explored. Some drowning thought in his mind tried to call out to him that what he was doing was wrong, but Kurt didnt throw out a life preserver. Instead he ignored the thought in favor of hooking a leg up and over Blaines hip, drawing him closer against him with the heel of his foot.

"What…. what do you want?"

Kurt licked his lips and leaned his head forward, whispering even though they had been anything but quiet since entering the room. "I want you to fuck me. I want it hard and fast. I want to feel you."

There was a little gasp that spilled from Blaines lips and then their mouths were reconnected, tongues sloppily grazing over the teeth and gums of the other. Blaine wrapped a hand under Kurts lifted leg and pressed his body forward, pinning Kurt against the door as he rutted himself against Kurts thigh. His other hand had weaved its way around Kurt and was pulling Kurts cheeks apart as his fingers blindly sought out Kurts entrance, rubbing themselves over it once it was discovered.

That just made Kurt rock his hips up harder, biting down on his lower lip with a raspy moan. He didnt usually bottom, so what was he thinking begging Blaine to have him like that? What was he thinking at all in this situation? He tried to think back to what had led them here but was pulled from rooting through his memories by the hard press of a finger against his pucker.

"Oh… oh… god….."

"Bed."

Blaines one word was a directive. He pulled Kurt away from the door and shoved him towards the bed. It took him a second to find his footing, but Kurt managed to stumble over and then onto the bed, hoisting his bare ass up towards Blaine as he propped himself up on hands and knees, and looking back at the other man who was rooting around in a drawer until he triumphantly pulled out a shiny square and a little bottle.

Kurt knew what those were, and how they were going to be used, and the thought of it all made him moan and lick his lips as he watched Blaine return to him, still covered in body paint that had smeared all over his torso during their make-out session at the door.

Strong hands pressed Kurts cheeks apart once the items were dropped upon the bed and Blaines panting breaths told Kurt that the other man was having a hard time holding himself back. Somehow he was though, and as Kurt bounced his ass back, one of his cheeks was released so that Blaine could grab the lube.

It felt like eons passed while Blaine coated his fingers over with the shiny, slippery liquid.

Then slick fingers rubbed over the entrance to his ass and one snaked its way into him. It had been a long time since Kurt had been penetrated, and the accompanying burn almost took him by surprise as his body squirmed in protest. Blaines other hand though was quick to hold Kurt firmly by the hip and pull him closer towards him, forcing the digit further up until it was buried and Kurt was whimpering at the ache his muscles were experiencing. However, the instant Blaine pulled it back, Kurt immediately hissed, not wanting the loss anymore than he wanted the initial pain. It was like getting a lollipop after getting a needle. He knew the joy of what would come after the pain had subsided and everything in his body was telling him that he wanted that sweet release and he wanted it now.

The finger was pushed back in, and rubbed against the muscle on the inside which seemed to be pulsing around the intrusion. Blaines finger went exploring then. Twitching this way and that until it brushed Kurts prostate and he lost it. He cried out in a broken moan and shoved his ass backwards, trying to get that finger against his prostate as much as humanly possible. Whatever feeling he had of being pulled apart was overshadowed by the pure pleasure rippling through him.

"I need more…. fuck… more Blaine."

He didnt get a verbal response, but another finger was slid in alongside the first, stretching and pulling him apart as he ground his ass back against them, trying to keep up a rhythm where he was able to use Blaines fingers to hit his prostate while they scissored and stretched him open. One of his own hands awkwardly reached up to grab at his own leaking cock before it was batted away by Blaines hand.

It made Kurt furious. He was always in control. He got to decide what would happen in any of his sexual encounters.

"You come when I say you come."

Anger was quickly replaced by thick, syrupy desire. The heat of Blaines voice, so low and authoritative, the perfect pressure in his ass, the fact that he was on his hands and knees, it all made Kurts heart twist along with his stomach.

This was fucking hot.

At the point where the burning dissipated, a third finger joined the other two which Kurt eagerly bounced his ass back on as Blaine watched with hungry, dark eyes. Kurt kept his head turned back, sometimes watching Blaines expression and sometimes watching his ass swallow up Blaines fingers.

"More… more…"

"Greedy… Fuck.."

The fingers continued stabbing their way in and out of Kurt, making little scluck sounds as the lube was worked in while Blaine worked with his free hand and his teeth to open the condom packet and then slide the protection over his length before drizzling more lube over himself.

It was a delicious sight, and the instant Kurts ass was emptied of fingers, he thrust his hips backwards towards Blaines cock in invitation. "Fuck me already."

"Jesus."

Blaine was trying to be chivalrous or gentlemanly or whatever the hell he felt he needed to be as he too-slowly lined his cock up to Kurts gaping hole, but Kurt just wanted to be satisfied. He shoved his hips backwards, forcing Blaines dick into him so he could be full again. The burn returned as his ring of muscle cinched around the intruder that was much larger than the three fingers that had just visited, and Kurt keened loudly, grabbing the blanket with white knuckles as he continued to force himself back on Blaine in what was surely some kind of blissful torture.

Hands were on his hips again then and from above him Blaine hissed, "Fuck. You just cant stand to wait can you?" It was accompanied shortly by the slap of balls against Kurts skin as Blaine slammed himself the rest of the way in, reducing Kurt to a mess of whines, whimpers, howls, and pleadings for "More."

He hand to brace himself against the bed, his fingers and knees digging in so that he didnt fall forward or even off the edge of the bed as Blaine began to snap his hips forward reflexively. Each time he would pull back slowly, almost to the point of withdrawing completely, and then Blaine would stab himself back in again, hard and fast like Kurt had asked for. Kurts moans were broken by the gasps forced from him with each thrust, and he was sure that the whole dorm hall could hear him screaming, but the last concern he had was caring about what anyone else thought then.

"So tight… so…. fuck…. Kurt…."

One of Blaines hands left Kurts hips and reached up to grab him around the shoulder, forcing Kurts body to slam back against him even further. Every thrust had his cock bouncing against his belly, the sticky precum dabbing him every time. If what they were doing was slower, or less intense, Kurt could have reached up and tried to stroke his cock then. It would have only taken him a moment for him to come like that.

But instead he had to hold tight as Blaine seemed to thrust harder and deeper with each stroke. Kurt felt like he was going to fall apart with the onslaught, his prostate being rubbed roughly with each pass and making him see a stream of sparkles in front of his eyes. Could he come just from this?

A sweaty hand was removed from Kurts hip then, and before he could wonder where it would be placed there was a sharp sting on one of his cheeks, accompanied by the sound of a slap. It made him clench up automatically around Blaines cock which made the burn run deeper inside of him. He had never been spanked before, and the shock of it accompanied by the new source of red hot heat had him whimpering.

That seemed to spur Blaine on more though, smacking his palm against Kurts cheeks with each thrust, alternating the cheek and managing to hit them right as his cock was pressing against Kurts prostate. He didnt have time to process whether he was for or against the spanking though because his extremities were buzzing and his body began to shiver while his stomach knotted as a prelude to his release.

"Oh god. Fuck. Shit. You asshole! Im… Im going to…."

Vertigo inducing pleasure ripped through him and made Kurt lose any and all balance he had maintained to this point as he let his chest drop to the top of the bed along with his head as he continued to cry out a lot of swears and nonsense while he coated his stomach and the blanket in white spunk. He vaguely registered that Blaine was still spanking him and still thrusting, but everything seemed alien for at least a moment as his brain was covered in the fog of his orgasm.

Then there was a cry above him, and a body falling forward on top of him, panting and speaking in gibberish as well while lazy kisses were plied to Kurts neck, ones that he was too numb to be able to appreciate.

Usually after sex, Kurt was able to tie off a condom, throw it away, get dressed, and leave in short order. Tonight though he was at a loss for how to even move. The fog wasnt lifting and while he fought the fatigue trying to overtake him, he felt something wet wipe off his chest, and then strong hands lift him and tuck him under covers that smelled of sweat. A warm, furry body pressed against him, and a light was turned off, leaving him in the dark where he decided to stop fighting sleep and just let it take him for the moment.

Quintessential
Where the hell did Kurt go?

AuntieSnix
Where the hell did Blaine go?

KittysKorner
Uh oh….

FondueForMew
Oh yeah...