Class could wait. No one would notice they were gone anyhow, and even if someone did, it would be worth it. They had barely gotten to Kurts dorm, the closer of their rooms, without ripping the clothing off one another as it was.

Kurts voice was nothing if not erotic on its own. Every time Blaines lips traced along Kurts neck, Kurt let out something between a mewl and a whimper which prompted Blaine to keep up the exploration of Kurts skin with his lips, resulting in even more delicious noises.

Kurt was pinned up against the door, wriggling as he tried to undress himself without the use of his hands which were grabbing as Blaines shirt, trying to pull it off and also using it to have something to clutch on whenever Blaine found a particularly sensitive spot. So far he had only managed to shimmy out of his pants which pooled around his ankles atop of sneakers that still hadnt been slipped out of.

"We could… we should…." Kurt uttered breathlessly, yelping then as Blaine rolled his tongue around the shell of his ear where he had worked up to, trying to taste every inch of the gorgeous man before him. "... bed… or… lock door… or….. Oooo…."

Despite the fact that his blood flow was completely dedicated to keeping his cock hard at the moment, Blaine still managed to understand. He shuffled them backwards, chest to chest and lips still connected to Kurts ear until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he purposely fell backwards, taking Kurt with him since his hands were wound around his waist.

Kurt gasped, rubbing his body upwards an inch and moaning until Blaines lips pressed over his own to swallow the noise, wary of overzealous neighbours or resident advisors who might hear Kurt.

Blaine rolled them over then, while Kurts mouth was busy with his own, so he was on top and parting Kurts thighs with his knees and pressing his straining bulge against the one so evident in Kurts briefs. Kurts tongue got rough then, exploring the insides of Blaines mouth in a fierce, almost drunken manner that made Blaine wonder what it would feel like on his cock.

"Clothing…. off….." Kurt whined softly, breaking off the kiss in order to relay the request.

There was shuffling, fumbling with their own clothing, and fabric thrown to the ground in rapid succession - a break that was necessary to free Blaines aching cock and let him see Kurts, even more beautiful in the light of day. He put his lips back onto Kurts neck, earning himself sweet little gasps and panting that made his dick twinge to remind him that there was more than just his lips that could be stimulated.

His lips moved down from there, and Blaine twirled each nipple with his tongue until it was erect and Kurt was a mess of whimpers and hushed pleases, his body arching up against Blaines and his cock greedily rutting against Blaines stomach.

"What do you want?" Blaine whispered upwards when he was kissing Kurts stomach, marveling in the soft skin, with hair so fine and light it might have well as not existed at all.

"Like… like before… take me…"

One part of Blaine was surprised. He had never been rough in his lovemaking, but then again, that night was the first time he had ever been drunk and able to keep it up. For Kurt to ask for that also surprised him because Kurt was usually the one in control, seemingly happy to direct things.

The other part of Blaine was just completely excited by the thought of claiming Kurt like he had before.

Kurt reached over his head to the side, grabbing a little bottle of lube from the bedside drawer along with a condom. Blaine didnt miss the sight of the dildo that was also in the drawer, and the thought of Kurt using it on himself only made Blaine hotter.

He coated his fingers, rubbing them over Kurts dusty pink entrance before slipping one finger in past the tight ring of muscle and watching Kurts reaction. A whimper was followed up by a sharp whine out of Kurts mouth, who had drawn up hand to his chest where he was rubbing a nipple while the other one reached down to pull one of his cheeks out to open himself up more to Blaines intruding finger.

"Yeah… yeah…. more."

Blaine took in a sharp breath, feeling then like a teenager who was experimenting with someone else for the very first time. The way Kurt was just so sure about what he wanted, even if it was Blaine taking control, made Blaine feel inexperienced. Moreover, the sight of Kurt, who was now trying to roll his hips down so he could bury himself on Blaines finger was overwhelming.

He slipped in a second finger, so easily and eagerly taken in by Kurt who thrust himself back and forth on Blaines digits with no hesitation even though he was laying on his back and his strong, hard thighs had to do all the work.

"Fuck…" Blaine shook off a bead of sweat that had tried to trickle its way into his eye as he watched the scene with a held breath. He couldnt wait any longer. His fingers pulled out, ignoring the pleading whine of Kurt as he rolled a condom over his cock and lined it up to Kurts ass.

From half-lidded eyes, Kurt looked down his own body to watch Blaine, hesitating because he wasnt sure if Kurt was truly stretched enough even though he felt like if he didnt move forward he would die. Kurt made the choice for them though, shoving himself down over the head of Blaines cock and letting a broken cry fall from his lips. "Please. Pleasepleaseplease."

It was impossible to hold back any further then.

A hot rush fell over Blaine as he slid himself up into Kurt until he was balls deep and the skin of their crotches was flush against the other. Throughout it Kurt had keened and shuddered and begged for more.

"Fuck… just… fuck… fuck me already!" Kurt snapped up to Blaine, teeth gritted and eyes on fire when he realized Blaine was pausing for what he thought had been Kurts benefit.

Blaine groaned and snapped his hips back before slamming them forward again. If Kurt really did want to be taken, Blaine could do that. He had been, after all, holding himself back, thinking that Kurt might want him to be gentle and careful. So much for that.

Each thrust was hard, and the bed squeaked with the wiggle of the mattress back and forth as Blaine found a rhythm that had Kurt reaching up to brace the headboard with one hand and grab the sheet with the other to stop him from being pushed around and away with the force of the cock being repeatedly buried in him.

God he was gorgeous.

Blaine must have found his prostate too because with each snap of his hips, Kurt whimpered and trembled below him predictably. The hand that had been clutching the sheets went to grab his own cock, probably to jerk himself off while Blaine fucked him, but Blaine had grabbed it with a hand of his own and moved it up above Kurts head to join the other hand.

"You dont get to touch yourself."

Instead of Kurt arguing, Blaine was rewarded with a low moan and a hissed out "Yes" as Kurt kept his hands above his head once Blaine moved his hand back to Kurts hips, lining his fingers back up with the bruises he had already pressed into the skin there, and continued to slam himself in and out of Kurt, the sweat trailing down the spine of his back, down his face, and along his chest.

Everything in him was ready to orgasm. His body was tense from holding back, his movements were getting increasingly frantic, and he was having to remind himself to breath. The sensation of being completely buried in Kurt was too much. He was tight, perfect, and so fucking deep.

Blaine just wanted Kurt to come first.

He kept beating his cock against the hard point within Kurt that made him flinch and suck in a breath each time he brushed against it. It took a couple minutes more, but Kurt tensed all around him, and god it was hard to hold back when that happened, spilling ropes of white spunk over his own chest and stomach as he cried out to the ceiling, a mix of curses and affirmations to the gods.

Then Blaine let himself go. One final push and he stilled within Kurt, choking his breath out and needing his hands braced on either side of Kurt to hold him aloft, Blaine came and harder than hed ever remembered. It was like his very core had emptied itself into Kurt and with it, he was fatigued as soon as he was done, barely able to slip out of Kurt, take and tie off the condom, and roll onto his back beside the other man where he panted and tried to remember how to breath again.

For a few minutes, it was just panting and heavy breathing as the pair of them just laid there exhausted. Blaine felt he could drift off with no problem, the only thing keeping him awake at all was the worry that Kurt was expecting him to go now that he had served his purpose.

"You… you cleaned me off last time." Was the first thing Kurt said to him, having to say it between puffs of breaths.

Blaine blinked a few times as he tried to remember, his mind completely hazy, and then just opted to force himself upright to find a cloth or tissue to wipe them clean with. He couldnt have his drunken self outdoing his sober self.

Once Kurt was wiped down, Blaine looked down over him, laying lazily in his bed. It was only then that Blaine noticed the posters on the walls, various Broadway production posters, and all that he knew. He couldnt help but smile. He had seen, and loved, all those shows.

"Nap?"

Blaine glanced back down at Kurt, who was looking up at him. Was that an invitation or a request to leave so that Kurt could nap?

With a pat to the space that Blaine had left moments ago, the answer was made clear and Blaine, perhaps too eagerly, crawled in beside Kurt. "You know… Ive never skipped a class before."

"First time for everything."

Quintessential
Funny thing. Went to collect my Kurt from his finance class and discovered he was skipping.

AuntieSnix
Why is that funny?

Quintessential
Because Blaine wasnt there either.

AuntieSnix
I have keys to Blaines dorm room.

Quintessential
I have keys to Kurts.

KittysKorner
This is not going to end well.