He blinked sleep away, coming back to himself, and began to move sluggishly before he felt his heart thrill in his chest.

Kurt.

Keeping perfectly still, he wet his lips as his gaze fell across the sleeping man beside him. Kurt was sprawled on his back, hair mussed, head resting gently in the dented curve of the pillow that was always meant for him.

Blaine stared, eyes raking over everything in front of him. He traced the line of Kurt’s profile, the perfect slope of his nose dipping down to curved lips, just slightly parted, pink and soft in the late morning sunlight. Blaine heard his own breath fall with a faint huff as he watched, awestruck and unwilling to look away.

The stillness of Kurt’s face, left open and exposed by the peace of sleep, made Blaine’s stomach flip. He’d believed for a long time that Kurt Hummel was the only person he wanted to wake up to – but no fantasy could have prepared him for what he was looking at, what he could see.

He wondered to himself how someone so beautiful could be real.

The make-up, the sheen of gloss and painted brows and red lipstick, was nothing compared to what lay underneath. The pale shades of his skin, the long soft lines of his eyelashes against his cheeks, all of it had been obscured for too long.

Blaine lifted his hand very slowly, reaching out to trace the pad of his finger across Kurt’s lips, catching the ghost of his breath over skin. Kurt didn’t stir, still afloat in whatever lingering dream he was lost to, chest rising and falling like the wash of a tide.

An adoring smile curved at Blaine’s lips, and he grazed his fingers down the line of Kurt’s throat, dancing lightly over the collar of his shirt to rest on his chest. Blaine could feel the soft thumping of his heart in his palm, and his mouth twitched with disbelief once again. His Kurt.

He let his eyes slip lower, over the cut of Kurt’s hips under his shirt, the peek of his boxer-briefs below it. The old familiar lines of Kurt’s thighs stretched out beyond that, naked and pale against his bedspread.

Blaine swallowed thickly, dragging his gaze up and down Kurt’s body to catch every angle and curve of him under the beams of light streaming in the window. He sank down on the bed, glancing quickly to see if Kurt was awake before he brushed his palm along the lean lines of muscle in his legs. He swept up them gently, flipping his hand over, dusting his fingers and knuckles along the skin and watching it prickle into goosebumps.

Still smiling sleepily, he slid down the bed to settle by Kurt’s hips, picking up the fabric of his shirt to expose the smooth, tight curve of his belly. Captivated, Blaine thumbed across the skin above the line of Kurt’s briefs, gasping gently at just how soft and warm it felt under his touch. With a tremble in his lips he pressed his mouth to it carefully, reverent and almost breathless.

He moved up Kurt’s frame with drawn out near-chaste kisses, taking his time and remembering the sensation, the scent and the warmth of him. His arms lifted to brace Kurt’s hips, fingers pressed along the sides of him and guiding his shirt up as he worshipped Kurt’s body with his mouth.

Kurt stirred with a deep sigh, a high and blissful sound slipping through on the breath as it rolled out of his body. Blaine smiled against skin, pressing one last kiss above his navel before he looked up with half-lidded eyes.

“Good morning.”

Even barely conscious, Kurt’s smile could only be interpreted as dirty. “Apparently.”

Blaine blinked at him, bemused for a moment before he felt Kurt’s calf slide further between his legs, illustrating with an exquisite twinge of friction the hard length that pushed at the front of his pants.

“Oh,” Blaine ducked his head, flushing to the tips of his ears. He’d been too caught up in the taste of Kurt, the feel of him, to realise he was already hard.

Kurt’s long, thin fingers brushed through his curls, tangling in them and stroking along the scar on his scalp. With a contented sigh, Blaine settled, blush fading as he rested his cheek on Kurt’s abdomen and nuzzled gently.

Another sweet, happy noise came from above him, and Kurt’s fingers kept stroking along his skin, down behind his ear and back again. “What time is it?”

Blaine didn’t open his eyes. “Late,” he mumbled. “But it’s Saturday.”

“Mmm,” Kurt agreed, and Blaine could hear the smile on his voice.

After a long pause, Blaine lifted his head, catching the bright and sleepy blue eyes staring down at him. With a faint, muffled grunt of effort, he dragged himself up, settling over Kurt to capture his mouth.

Kurt kissed him back lazily, but briefly, as Blaine pulled away in confusion at the taste of mint.

Blinking up at him, Kurt tilted his head on the pillow before he realised.

“Oh! I woke up a few hours ago,” he explained, eyes dropping to Blaine’s lips absently as he walked fleeting fingers up his ribcage. “Sleeping in jeans is not comfortable.”

With a huff of laughter, Blaine dipped his head against Kurt’s neck.

“I should brush my teeth,” he grumbled, shooting Kurt a quick look of apology.

"Mmm." Kurt glanced to the door. “Be quick.”

Blaine rolled off him with a groan, feet finding the floor before he padded over to the bathroom and slipped inside. Completing his morning needs took barely five minutes, but five minutes too long all the same. When he came back through the door, adjusting his problematic hard-on awkwardly through his sweat pants, he stopped still at the sight that met him.

Kurt had barely moved from where he lay spread out on the bed. His shirt was still rucked up to his breastbone, and the pale span of skin below it rippled with each breath. Both arms were cast beside him, bent at the elbow, resting palm-up against the pillows by his head. One leg was raised, curved at the knee, foot flat to the mattress with the soft skin of his inner thigh bared in Blaine’s direction. His eyes were sweeping lazily over the patterns of shadow on the ceiling, mess of untamed hair spiking in shocks of light brown against the grey of the bedding.

Blaine’s breath caught in his throat at the sheer openness of the beautiful, debauched and bed-warmed body spread before him.

As he rolled his head on the pillow, a smile crept over Kurt's lips while he watched Blaine linger in the doorway.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Blaine did as he was asked, dropping onto the mattress on hands and knees and crawling up Kurt’s body, licking and nipping gently along exposed skin as he went. Kurt jerked underneath him, laughing lightly as Blaine trailed over both calves to his knees.

Kurt’s high, breathy sounds of delight were cut off by a whimper of need as Blaine reached his briefs and nuzzled at the crease of his thigh.

He hooked the line of Kurt’s boxer briefs with both hands and stripped them down, past his knees and off completely as Kurt lifted his legs to accommodate the motion. When his legs fell back to the mattress Blaine settled between them, rough pads of his fingers sinking into muscle and holding him down.

“Oh.” Kurt’s head pressed back hard into the pillow, mouth falling open and eyes fluttering closed as Blaine licked at the soft skin inside his thighs.

His body twitched under Blaine’s grip, hands still cast by his head and flexing uselessly as Blaine mouthed at him in long, teasing drags of tongue. Blaine lingered there, too far away, moving over Kurt’s thighs and everywhere else that wasn’t close enough before Kurt let out a desperate, pleading sound.

With a wicked curve of his mouth, Blaine pressed his face tight between Kurt’s legs and lapped at the crease of him.

Kurt moaned, hips canting up helplessly as Blaine licked down over his entrance, grazing across puckered skin and swirling around the tight ring of muscle.

“Blaine!”

Blaine’s groan was muffled, but the vibration shot straight to Kurt’s cock, hard and leaking against his stomach as Blaine worked him over, his perfect wet tongue twisting down burning flesh and finally sinking inside.

With a choked sound, Kurt gulped for air, his entire spine thrumming with pleasure and the intensity of the sensations rocketing through every nerve. He gasped as his hips rose off the mattress suddenly; Blaine had pushed both arms under his thighs, lifting him up and all but wrapping Kurt's legs around his head as he pressed in deeper, burying his face between his cheeks and moaning into his body as he thrust his tongue inside again and again.

Kurt’s cries cracked on the air before they made it out of his mouth, his head thrashing against the pillow. “Fuck. Blaine! I need- please-”

The angle of him shifted; dropping down as Blaine scooted back quickly, mouth slipping away with a wet, slick sound. As Kurt’s ass settled against the bedspread he felt warm, rough fingers coil around the base of him, squeezing and sending throbs of ecstasy through his entire body.

Blaine sank his mouth down over the thick, pulsing heat of Kurt’s cock, pressing his tongue flat under the head and massaging slowly as Kurt writhed above him.

Lips stretched tight and glistening wetly, Blaine let out broken, needy sounds around the cock in his mouth as it slipped under his soft palate and pressed perfectly to the back of his throat. He felt his own neglected cock twitch almost painfully in his pants, but ignored it, revelling in the weight on his tongue and the taste of Kurt flooding his senses.

Kurt’s whimpers and pleas echoed over his bedroom in warning, bookended with his name. He felt a flash of heat surging up his spine at the sound, and sank down deeply. His eyes watered at the stretch in his throat before he swallowed around him, and Kurt’s entire body arched violently up off the bed with a broken cry.

Blaine pulled back slowly; sucking and swallowing down everything Kurt gave him before he slipped off with an obscene, wet slurp. Gathering air deep in his lungs, he glanced up, mouth falling open at the sight of Kurt laying sweat streaked and panting on his bed.

Kurt’s eyes were glassy, flashing as his eyelids dipped and rose again, never fully closing. Sharp breaths swelled his chest, and the pale skin of his stomach flashed in the afternoon light.

With a hand stroking soothingly over Kurt’s leg, Blaine settled back down, dropping his head to rest on Kurt’s other thigh like a pillow.

“Ohhh,” Kurt finally found his voice again, high-pitched and shaky. “I forgot where I was, for a minute.”

Blaine smirked. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“Mmm, you should,” Kurt murmured, closing his eyes as his fingers twitched in the air by his head. “Oh god, that was…”

Blaine dipped to press a light kiss to the soft skin beneath him. He paused for a moment before he moved up further, soothing his tongue over the crease of Kurt’s thigh and licking gently at the head of his softening cock.

“Nggh.” Kurt jerked limply underneath him.

With a satisfied smile, Blaine nuzzled against his stomach briefly, taking his time as he ambled up the bed over Kurt’s spent frame to settle on his knees alongside him. He lifted both hands from the bed, gathering the crumpled edges of Kurt’s half-off half-on shirt and raising his brow in amusement when Kurt didn’t move.

Whining pitifully, Kurt struggled up onto his elbows, shifting so Blaine could rid him of his last piece of clothing.

Blaine cast the shirt aside and sat back to stare down at him again. Kurt hadn’t moved from where he fell back, spread out in front of him, sated and loose.

With drooping eyes, Kurt tugged at the hem of Blaine’s shirt weakly before shooting him a half-lidded glare of protest.

Grinning, Blaine peeled of his shirt, throwing it over the edge of the bed with Kurt’s. He looked back to catch any sign of approval, but Kurt’s eyes, and then his fingers, were lingering over the band of Blaine’s pants.

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully as he rocked on his knees, dragging down his pants and briefs. He hissed quietly as they caught on the jut of his cock, flushed and slick and bobbing against his stomach.

Finally naked and shivering in the cool air, he pushed back up the bed, moving to lie down when he felt Kurt’s hands halt him with a grip on both thighs.

He swallowed roughly, eyes dark and low as he inched forward under the guidance of Kurt’s fingers until he was straddling his chest.

Kurt’s gaze was hungry and fixed on Blaine as he took him in, from the flex of the muscles in his thighs to the soft, dusky pink of his nipples.

Blaine shivered lightly under Kurt’s stare, but didn’t look away as Kurt slowly studied every inch of him, sweeping over the expanse olive skin and dark hair. His mouth slipped open, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips when he finally let his gaze fall on Blaine’s straining cock, arcing up towards his belly.

With a sharp gasp, Blaine jolted under the sudden sweep of Kurt’s fingers, smoothing up the length of his cock and pressing along a thick vein. He stuttered around a breath as they wrapped around him and slid down, spreading slick moisture and gliding over heated skin. His hips clenched tight against the desperate need to push forward, to fuck into Kurt’s perfect fist as he pumped him slowly, swirling over the head on every upstroke.

Blaine whimpered, hanging his head helplessly while Kurt touched him, owned him, and kept him utterly captive with one hand. He didn’t see the way Kurt watched him, the way Kurt was breathing brokenly through his mouth, utterly captivated by the look on Blaine’s face.

He felt Kurt shift beneath him, and opened his eyes just in time to see wet, pink lips glide over the head of his cock. He let out a long, keening sound at the vicious curl of pleasure that flared in his spine while Kurt’s hand kept stroking up and down, lips fixed firmly as he swirled his tongue and sucked hard, hot and wet and tight all around him.

When Blaine came he threw his hands out, bracing himself against the headboard as Kurt stroked him evenly through it and drank down every drop, huge eyes staring up at Blaine to watch him fall apart.

Shuddering with pleasure, Blaine tried to hear past the whistle of soundlessness in his ears, eyes unfocused on the wall before he shifted back and toppled onto his side.

Kurt licked his lips, and drew the bottom one into is mouth to bite on it. He smiled as his eyes drifted closed and a tiny, pleased sound escaped him.

Blaine’s breathing was still loud, punching out in huffs as he began to come down from the high.

“You look amazing when you do that,” Kurt told him softly.

“Wh- ” Blaine rolled his head helplessly to the side, staring at the line of Kurt’s profile. “When I do what?”

Kurt didn’t turn, but opened one eye just slightly to peer sideways at him, still smiling.

“Oh.” Blaine laughed softly, “I don’t know about that.”

“You have no idea,” Kurt breathed, searching the ceiling in wonder. “Trust me.”

Scrunching his nose, Blaine pressed his face into the pillow. His arms were wrapped around himself awkwardly, and even though it was uncomfortable he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“So. I’m glad it wasn’t just about the corset,” Kurt joked lightly.

“God, no,” Blaine insisted. “Don’t get me wrong, it looks … incredible on you. It all does. But it was never about that.”

Kurt’s lips twitched. “Looks pretty good on you too. But I prefer you like this.”

Blaine looked up at him, curious.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

He shook his head, laughing dismissively.

This time Kurt did turn to him, head lolling to the side. His voice was soft but insistent, “You take my breath away.”

Blaine stared back, blinking in surprise.

“It’s not just this,” Kurt went on, “it’s everything. Your passion, how you don’t have any idea how strong you are. The way you touch me, the sound of your voice. Your stupid ties,” they both laughed, “everything.”

Blaine lifted himself up, perching on an elbow. “How did I find you?”

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him. “With great difficulty.”

Eyes falling shut, Blaine laughed at the momentary lapse.

In a quiet moment between words, they stared at each other again, comfortable in the press of silence and content to simply breathe and drink each other in.

It was a long time before Blaine shuffled closer, pressing his body along Kurt’s side and sliding a hand across his skin. The need in his chest rose up like a fever, and he dipped down to kiss sweetly at his lips once, and again, and a third time as he licked into Kurt’s mouth.

They rolled together, arms tangling around each other as they rocked and pressed into the mattress. Blaine’s fingers came up to graze over Kurt’s jaw, cupping his face in both hands as he sucked on his tongue, whimpering and sliding against him bodily, dragging Kurt on top.

He felt the swell of Kurt against his thigh, growing hard again, and his hips jerked at the awareness that Kurt was on top of him, wrapped around him, in his mouth and in his hands, and everything he ever wanted.

“Mmmf,” Kurt hummed brokenly as he broke away. “Do you have any-”

“Top drawer,” Blaine cut him off, capturing his mouth again as Kurt’s hand groped for the bedside table.

He found the handle, dragging the draw open and scrambling blindly inside. They pulled apart again just long enough for Kurt to find a condom and the small bottle of lube, dropping them onto the bed and rolling back on top of Blaine eagerly.

Blaine’s hands came to rest on his face, cradling him as he spoke. “Do you - want me-” Blaine tried to speak, pressing sharp, desperate kisses to his mouth between words, “Do you want me to?”

Kurt nodded, misunderstanding. “Please,” he begged.

“I need to turn over-” Blaine whispered as he tried to shift, but Kurt’s hands stopped him, pushing him back down.

“What is it?”

“No, that’s not what I – I… need you,” Kurt whispered seriously, bowing to press their foreheads together. “Please.”

Blaine’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“I mean… I can… if you want?” Kurt offered, eyes searching. “But, I,” he breathed against Blaine’s lips. “I want you inside of me.”

Blaine drew a shaky breath, nodding back, heart thundering in his chest.

He groaned at the incredible ripple of friction as they both pulled themselves up, hips clashing together, cocks sliding against each other between sweat damp skin as they settled against the headboard.

With shaking hands, Blaine grappled for the lube, slicking up his fingers quickly as Kurt settled in his lap. He could feel the heat pouring off of both of them in waves, and Kurt pressed tightly against him, so close Blaine couldn’t tell whose heart was beating louder.

Kurt slipped both hands across his face, pulling him in and claiming his mouth again, swallowing down Blaine’s muffled sound of surprise.

As he pulled away, Blaine felt the flutter of Kurt’s eyelashes on his cheeks, the gust of breath over his swollen and abused lips as Kurt's hips slid back in his lap and sent electricity firing up his spine.

He wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist, holding him tight as wet fingers grazed over the back of a thigh, slipping down the center of him to spread him open. Kurt gasped and let his head drop forward onto Blaine’s shoulder, breath punching out in fast gasps as Blaine’s fingers circled his entrance, gliding over hot skin in rough strokes until he slipped inside.

Kurt’s entire body jerked, shoulders tensing in a flash before he settled into the motion of Blaine’s hands, the finger slipping in and out of him slowly, searching and stretching and teasing at the ring of muscle.

“More,” Kurt pleaded, rocking in his lap. “Please.”

Blaine brushed his lips over Kurt’s neck in light kisses, biting gently into the muscle of Kurt's shoulder as he worked another finger inside slowly. With shaky breaths, Kurt began to push back against his hand, ass lifting up in tiny jolts of desperate movement.

Blaine tried not to moan at the tight, hot clench around his fingers as he finally added a third, and Kurt keened loudly into his ear, fucking back onto his hand.

Trembling, Blaine dropped his head, pressing his crown to Kurt’s chest and letting his eyes fall to the curve of Kurt’s cock, wet and straining in front of him. He bit back a whimper at how badly he wanted to wrap his mouth around it again, breathing too fast, unsteady and aching as his hips rutted helplessly against Kurt’s thighs.

When Blaine slid his fingers out, Kurt muffled his cry against skin while he waited for the rip of the condom packet. Ignoring the tremor in his thighs, he raised himself up onto his knees over Blaine’s lap as Blaine’s hand moved beneath him, slipping the condom on and slicking his cock in sharp, needy jerks.

Kurt braced both arms over Blaine’s shoulders as strong, damp hands found his hips, guiding him gently. The drag of Blaine’s cock against his entrance made his entire body throb, and he sank down, eyes rolling up at the stretch and slide as Blaine pressed deeper and deeper inside him.

“Oh,” Blaine moaned. “Kurt. Fuck.”

Soothing hands swept over Blaine’s chest as their hips met, and Kurt was still for a long, aching moment. Blaine’s hands dropped down, sliding over the swell of his ass and cupping it in both palms, holding on and kneading into muscle. With a shuddering breath, Kurt began to rock gently.

"Hnnh." Blaine’s head fell back against the headboard, body drawing tight with the rush of white-hot pleasure that rippled under his skin.

Rolling his hips, Kurt lifted himself, lost in the torturous, wet slide of Blaine’s cock pulling out of him halfway. He slammed back down again and let out a sharp cry, skin on fire and body coiling tight at the incredible wave of ecstasy that came with being so perfectly and completely full.

His body surged with the rhythm, riding Blaine into the mattress, fingers pressed into the sweat-slick muscle of Blaine’s stomach as his body bowed and he shook with every echo of skin on skin.

When Blaine’s hips bucked up, rough and slamming into him, Kurt shouted and fell forward, legs spreading wider helplessly as he was held up only by Blaine’s grip on his waist. His hands slammed against the headboard as Blaine pounded into that perfect place inside of him, making him cry out in desperate, shattered, barely human sounds.

The grip on his waist tightened, and he barely caught the sharp flare of warning in his spine before he cried out one last time and came hard across Blaine’s chest in long, thick stripes.

Slowing his hips, Blaine kept a hold of Kurt’s waist to stop him from falling. He slid in and out of him slowly, eyes closed and lips dry and open as their bodies rocked together.

“Kurt,” Blaine whimpered, hands slipping up and down his sides, begging.

Kurt sank down on top of him, burying Blaine deep and keeping him there. Blaine moaned as Kurt leaned back in his grip, sliding his hand over the swell of his ass to find where Blaine disappeared inside of him, warm and pulsing and exquisitely slick. His eyelashes fluttered, eyes closing as he tightened every muscle, drawing his hips forward in tiny pumping shocks.

“Ungh!” Blaine’s shoulders stuttered against the frame as his hips slammed up into Kurt, lifting them both off the mattress while his eyes rolled back in his head and his orgasm tore through him.

Their bodies surged together, jolting the headboard against the wall in uneven beats as they settled and slowed to stillness, the silence only punctuated by rough gasps for air.

With fingers splayed across Kurt’s back, Blaine dragged his lips over collarbones weakly, sealing his mouth over the slip of his tongue against skin. Kurt sighed with a light noise of bliss above him, raking fingers through curls absently as he felt the muscles in his thighs flutter and twitch. He was content to never move again, settled in Blaine’s lap, stretched and full and satisfied to his very core.

“Why did we wait so long?” Kurt asked breathily.

“I wanted this,” Blaine answered, murmuring against his neck. “This way. With you; all of you. I wanted you to know.”

Kurt smiled, pressing his mouth into Blaine’s hair against his own fingers. “Know what?”

Blaine’s hands tickled down Kurt’s back, moving to an old familiar pattern, dragging lovingly up and down his spine.

“That it was never about being Frank. Or the secret, or being backstage,” he said, body swelling with breath to the same rhythm as the one against his chest. “I wanted to wait for this. I wanted you.”

Kurt closed his eyes, sore and stained but unwilling to move from the circle of Blaine’s arms and the warmth of his body.

“You have me.”