"So, my question is," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear from behind. "How long do you think can you stand to be teased and strung along?"

They were standing under a steady stream of hot water, and Blaine seriously couldn't believe that he was shivering in all that steam. He was standing, completely lax with his back against Kurt, eyes closed as the water poured down his face. Kurt had ahold of his cock and was slowly stroking with one hand, while trailing up and down his chest with the other hand, lazily circling and grazing a nipple on occasion.

"As long as you're willing to tease," he said softly.

Kurt's hands stopped abruptly and Blaine was surprised to be gently turned around.

"Well, hello there."

"I also need to know..." Kurt paused, and leaned in to press a deep kiss to Blaine's mouth, pulling away only when they were both breathless. "What all are you comfortable doing?"

Blaine almost gave Kurt the pat response of 'everything', with an incredulous laugh, when he saw the serious look in the blue eyes staring back at him.

"Please be completely honest with me, Blaine. While everything we might do tonight or tomorrow will not be new to me, some of it will be new to you. I just don't ever want you to feel like I pushed, or that you felt obligated to do things a certain way."

Blaine shook his head slowly, reaching up his hands to hold either side of Kurt's face.

"Damn. You are just so fucking amazing. I can't even... Kurt, I want to do everything with you. Everything. I mean it. As long as you feel the same."

When Kurt nodded quickly with a smile, Blaine kissed him softly and took Kurt's hand, putting it back onto his cock.

"Now, where were we?"

Kurt grinned, and sank to his knees. Blaine closed his, expecting to feel the warmth of Kurt's mouth around his dick seconds later. He didn't expect to be flipped around so that his face and stomach were against the wall.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Hooooly fuck!

Ohgodandthat'shistongue.

This should feel weird. I feel like this should feel weird.

Oh christ, this doesn't feel weird at all. Damn this feels amazing! Damn his talented tongue!

"Mother of..."

He trailed off brokenly when Kurt added a hand, stroking his already stiff cock in time with the swirls and gentle thrusts of his tongue.

A first Blaine's body was stiff and tense, so unused to these feelings. Bracing itself for an intrusion. After a few minutes though, he relaxed. His body caught up with his brain in realizing that Kurt was nothing if not gentle, and careful, and painstakingly thorough.

After a few minutes, he shocked himself by moaning against the wall.

"More. Can you do more?"

He couldn't help the plaintive noise that escaped his mouth when Kurt pulled away and stood.

"I will definitely be doing more, don't worry," Kurt smiled, tipping his head and face back under the spray for a moment. "This would be part of the stringing you along comment."

Blaine smirked and immediately sank to his own knees.

Two can play at this game.

Kurt gasped when he suddenly felt Blaine's mouth close around him.

Fuck! Man, is he talented for not really knowing what he's doing yet.

True, Blaine was still brand new to this. He wasn't able to take Kurt in more than halfway yet, but what he could take in...

God he was amazing!

Kurt whined when Blaine pulled off suddenly, stood to his feet, and pulled him in for a kiss. He sighed, and leaned into the shorter man completely, absolutely loving the intimacy of tasting Blaine's tongue, knowing where it had just been. When they broke apart, Blaine kissed his ear.

"I can string you along too," he whispered, immediately stepping out of the shower without another word.

Kurt thunked his head back against the shower wall, willing himself to get a freaking grip.

Damn! He's good! This is going to be interesting.

"What are we doing now?"

Blaine was slightly self-conscious at being naked and so obviously hard. Kurt had led him into the kitchen after the shower, acting incredibly nonchalant, and as if he had no intention of touching Blaine further, which was driving him fucking nuts. Kurt was just as hard, but apparently he was better at handling it, or at least he was better at hiding his frustration.

"Now, we are playing a little game," Kurt kept his back to Blaine as he dug around in his fridge. "It's called, 'how long can Blaine speak coherently whilst I am thoroughly enjoying sucking on his whipped cream covered cock'."

"That's not a vey concise name," Blaine joked, trying to lean back against the counter causally.

He was actually afraid that his legs were going to give out.

"Yeah, well, I just now made it up. Sue me," Kurt grinned. He hesitated for a moment before going to grab a pillow from the couch. He held it up with a raised eyebrow before tossing it on the floor in front of Blaine.

"Just in case you last longer than I anticipate."

"Ooo, you've made this challenging now!" Blaine said sassily, surprising himself by unashamedly holding his cock up into the air, not that it needed much help at the moment, and presenting it to Kurt. The model grinned before dropping down to his knees, shaking the can of whipped cream vigorously, and spraying a generous amount up and down the dick in front of his face.

"Here's the deal. Your job is to keep talking, coherently, and tell me things about yourself that I don't already know. My job is to try and make you incoherent."

"Why the whipped cream?"

Kurt looked at him like he was nuts.

"Cuz it's yummy and it's fun."

"Mmmm, do we get to switch roles in this game someday?"

"Damn straight."

"Wait," Blaine reached out a hand to stop Kurt, just as he was leaning in. "This is a game. What's the goal? Who wins?"

"The goal," Kurt cupped Blaine's balls with one hand and held the base of his cock with the other, "is for me to learn about you, and for you to enjoy being sucked off while not coming. And in this game? We both win."

Blaine groaned happily as he closed his eyes, feeling the wet heat surround him. He felt Kurt tap on his leg, and realized that he was supposed to be talking.

Damn! I'm already losing!

"Okay, um. Something you don't know... I, uh, I had a pet turtle when I was six named Howard."

He felt vibrations around his cock, and assumed Kurt was laughing a little as he sucked. Those vibrations were NOT helping matters.

"I only had him for five days and he got sick and died of some strange... Nngh... turtle disease. I cried for three s-straight days until my brother planned a turtle memorial... fuck... where the whole family had to gather and say nice things about Howard. He's buried in a... in a Nutella jar in my parent's backyard."

He then felt more vibrations and heard what sounded like a muffled "Awww".

Fuck, he's gotta stop making noises!

"Next, uh, I lost my virginity when I was seventeen in the walk-in closet of my parent's bedroom."

Kurt snorted a laugh as he pulled off for just a moment, adding some more whipped cream.

"And how was the virginity losing experience?" He asked in a rough voice.

God, that voice!

Blaine's dick twitched and he whimpered a little just at the sound.

"It was fine until I grew up and realized what a girl ACTUALLY sounds like when she orgasms. That was a fake orgasm if ever I heard one. I always... oh damn..."

He started when he felt Kurt tapping on his leg again.

"Oh, I uh, I always felt bad about that. L-like.. I had sh-short changed her."

Fucking hell, what is he doing with his tongue?!

Kurt had gone on to actively slipping his tongue in and out the the slit, alternating with swirling it around and under the head.

"I'm," Blaine cleared his throat, "I'm scared of really deep water. I have nightmares about drowning in the ocean sometimes. I... Unng... I... fuckshit... I hate the word paisley. It irritates me. I haaaave a h-hamster named butter-buttercup. I... fuuuuuck..."

Kurt had suddenly lunged all the way in, relaxing his throat and burying his nose straight into Blaine's navel.

"I-I... I don't... I've never eaten a carmel a-a-apple. Ge-you are... fucking hell, Kurt... you... christ... I can't... okay stop! S-stop or I'm gonna come right now."

Kurt pulled off with a satisfied grin, wiping away the line of creamy saliva that was still connecting them.

"See? We both win!"

All Blaine could do was groan and take a deep breath, thinking that he couldn't wait for the roles to be reversed.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine was lying on his back, hips propped up on a pillow and legs spread wide. He looked both excited and more than a little nervous.

"I think so."

Kurt nodded with a smile. He took up the lube that was sitting on the table next to them and poured a large amount onto his fingers. He warmed it in his hand slightly before reaching out to stroke the small hole in front of him.

Blaine stiffened unintentionally at the touch, tipping his head back and taking a deep breath.

"That's right. The more relaxed you are, the better it will feel. Please tell me if it's too much at any point though."

"I will," Blaine breathed out. "Promise."

Blaine started taking continual deep breaths, focusing his best on every good and pleasant feeling, letting any discomfort stay on the sidelines.

There really wasn't any at first. Some pressure, a slight burning stretch here and there, but it was accompanied with Kurt's lazy strokes of his erection, and nipping kisses around his neck and down his chest. Flashes of pleasure from these other touches would wash through him as Kurt worked him open, causing him to both relax and feel anxious for more.

Finally, when he felt like he was melting down into the bed, while simultaneously fucking himself down onto Kurt's fingers, a jolt shot through him that completely surprised him. He stilled, eyes popping open for the first time as he looked at Kurt in wonder.

The blues eyes stared back at him with a twinkling smile. Kurt adjusted his position just a bit, stroking again, and again, until he found it.

"Gh... f-... oh my..."

Blaine tossed his head back in awe, squeezing his eyes tight once again. He had no idea how he could feel like he had melted into a complete puddle, yet be a jittery bundle of nerves at the same time. These streaks of pleasure were so different than the ones he was used to. Starting deep inside, then radiating up his spine and through his body, even making his legs shake and tremble a little.

He started moaning loudly, brokenly, as Kurt leaned in to suck a nipple into his mouth while stroking intensely. He took the opportunity to carefully stretch and scissor his fingers even more.

Blaine's chest was heaving with uneven breaths, completely nonsensical sounds leaking from his mouth. The pleasure was building, almost too intense to stand, at such an alarming rate. He couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't stop himself from practically thrashing from side-to-side.

Normally, at this point during sex, he'd be swearing up a storm. That being the only way he could articulate the intense feelings. This, however, was even stronger. He was beyond any type of words. He knew that his moans probably sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

Out of nowhere though, he was suddenly empty and untouched. He lifted his head up weakly in dismay, trying to figure out what in the hell Kurt was doing. His heart raced when he saw him quickly rolling on a condom with shaky fingers. The blue eyes met his as Kurt lowered down on top of him, and lined himself up.

"Are you read-"

"For the freaking love of god just fuck me! Fuck me now! Please, just fuck me now!"

Kurt smiled and let out a breath of relief as he immediately started to push in. Both men closed their eyes at the sensation.

Kurt because...

Oh my god, he is so fucking tight!

Blaine because...

Oh my god, this is so fucking intense!

Blaine couldn't help but grimace a bit in pain as the stretch became even more intense.

"Can you... just stop for a second.?"

"Yes. Course."

Blaine noticed how tight Kurt's voice was, and realized how much control he was exercising to not just thrust in completely and be done. He weakly reached up a hand to stroke up and down Kurt's arm while willing himself to, again, relax completely.

It didn't take long, and he encouraged Kurt to move again in a matter of seconds. Before he knew it, Kurt had bottomed out completely, and was trembling as he rested on top of him, waiting to be given permission to move again.

Deep breaths. It'll feel good again. I know it will.

It's not even that it felt bad, but it was uncomfortable, and so stretching, and he felt so fucking full.

"Okay, I think. Yeah, go ahead."

"If you need-"

"Please just move," Blaine laughed breathlessly. "I-I'm sorry. I know. I will. Thank you."

Kurt slowly started driving in and out, careful to keep it at a gentle pace at first. The first couple of thrusts brought a slight grimace to Blaine's face again. He couldn't help it. It was just so brand new and his body was completely unused to this.

He was shocked at how quickly he adjusted though. The intense, uncontrollable pleasure from earlier came back full force. Feeling so filled, began to feel overwhelmingly good, instead of just overwhelming.

And then Kurt hit, directly on his prostrate.

"Fuck, Kurt! Oh fuck! Right there!"

Kurt smiled then, hurrying to settle himself into a slightly new position where he could have better leverage. Blaine wrapped his legs up and around Kurt's back, hooking his ankles and digging in to keep Kurt thrusting in just the right spot.

By this point, they were both beyond wrecked. Faces and chests flushed, sweat running down their bodies and damp hair hanging in their eyes. They were both shaking uncontrollably as they slammed together, over and over.

Each hit to his prostrate had Blaine moaning and muttering incoherently, louder each time. He grasped at Kurt's back with his fingers, digging in desperately as the intense waves jolted through him.

"Are you, do you think you're close?" Kurt breathed out. "Do you need me to touch you?"

"Don't think so. So fucking clo-... Oooohh, Kurt! Yes!"

Blaine's head snapped back on the pillow as his orgasm crashed over him, harder and more powerful than he had ever felt before in his life.

The moment Blaine tightened and spasmed around him, Kurt was a goner. He had been achingly hard since Blaine had gone down on him in the shower, and it had taken every ounce of his self-control to hold himself back until he knew the other man was ready. It had been more than worth it though. The combination of the build-up, along with the overpowering vision of seeing Blaine so completely undone by his hands, made his climax the best he'd had in longer than he could remember.

He called out something, he thought maybe Blaine's name, as he snapped his hips forward one last time. He shuddered with the intensity, feeling himself throb in the tight heat.

Blaine gasped, feeling Kurt harden and pulsate as he bottomed out, one last time. They fell into a slow, rolling rhythm, easing each other through the aftershocks.

Kurt's strength gave out in the last tiny thrust, and he collapsed down on top of Blaine completely.

"Am I... totally... crushing you?" Kurt sighed, having every intention of rolling himself to the side when Blaine said yes.

"No," Blaine panted, deciding it was his turn to be the soothing one, and running his hands up and down Kurt's back in slow circles. "You're fine. It's nice. Don't want to NOT be connected with you quite yet."

Kurt let out another deep breath, finally calming a bit more.

"Are you okay? Do you feel too sore?"

"Not as of right now. We'll see though," Blaine laughed, still a little breathless.

With a small groan, Kurt pulled himself up and out, before rolling off the bed. Blaine tensed just for a moment at the change in pressure, but relaxed immediately and curled to his side, feeling ready to drift off in seconds.

When Kurt climbed back into bed a minute later, he had a warm, damp cloth, and wiped them both down quickly before tossing it across the room to land in his hamper.

He settled onto his back behind Blaine, spooning into him and holding him close. Blaine snuggled back, and sighed contentedly.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked groggily.

"You have the right to ask me absolutely anything," Kurt laughed, kissing the back of his neck.

"Is it always that... intense? Bottoming?"

"Depends. It's different for every guy, and it's different for every couple. Same as everyone else in a way... but yeah. If it's something you enjoy, and it's done right, with the right person, it can be pretty spectacular."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Definitely."

Blaine turned in his arms suddenly.

"Was tonight good for you then? Would you rather have-"

Kurt cut him off with a kiss.

"Never in a million years. I loved every second. Tonight was perfect. I'm just glad it was so good for you, cuz there's always the danger that you wouldn't have liked it."

"Oh," Blaine laughed. "I liked it. I definitely liked it."

Kurt pulled him against his chest with another laugh, closing his eyes.

"Good. My sentiments exactly. Just so you know Blaine. I really do enjoy both, and from my limited experience, more gay men are versatile than people realize. A lot of people, usually straight people, get this weird heteronormative idea that one person in a same sex relationship has to exclusively top, while one person exclusively bottoms. It's really ridiculous. We're all just people, with our own desires and our own perspectives. Every gay guy, or heteroflexible guy," he added with a smile, causing Blaine to snort a small laugh, "just has to figure out what's best for him, and what's best for he and his partner together."

Blaine absorbed this information in silence for a moment.

"Well, one thing's for sure," he murmured sleepily.

"What's that?"

"I look forward to switching it up next time and seeing what that's like."

"Me too," Kurt smiled contentedly. "Me too."

3am - In the dark

"Kurt."

"Mmmmph."

...

"Kurt."

"Mmmnooo, Blaine. Sleeeep."

...

...

"Kurt."

"Ohmygod! Please tell me you're not going to be this annoying all the time! I will never be able to let you sleep over!"

"I'm not being annoying! I have an important question! I'm sorry I 'annoyed' your crabby ass."

*sigh*

"I'm sorry I'm crabby. How dare I, after being yanked from my peaceful sleep. Please ask whatever monumentally important question necessitated waking your boyfriend at three in the morning."

...

"I'm waiting here, Blaine!"

"U-um, yeah. Okay. What's your favorite junk food?"

"What?! You woke me up for-"

"Yes. It's important. You got to find out a bunch of stuff about me earlier during your little game. Now spill."

*long-suffering sigh*

"This little bakery right next to Luke's place has the best cheesecake ever. It's my guilty pleasure. Can I sleep now?"

"Luke?"

"Oh, my best friend. That's his name."

"Ah, k. What's your favorite childhood movie?"

"Blaine, can't we-"

"Answer, crabby-pants."

*grumble*

*rustling*

"Aak! Kurt, you're smothering me! I thought I was the cuddler in this relationship!"

"Deal with it. You woke me and are being insufferable. Now you can cuddle me back to sleep."

"Fine, but you have to answer all my questions first."

*grumble*

"The wrong trousers."

"W-what?"

"The Wrong Trousers!"

"That's the name of your movie? I've never heard of that."

"Not my problem. Next question."

"Geez, you're a grumpy son of a bitch!"

"Also not my problem. You chose to wake me so that you could ask me about movies and desserts."

*chuckle*

"Touché. K, final question. What has the power to make you happy when you're sad?"

...

...

"Kurt?"

"Um, sorry. That one was so much deeper than the others. I had to think for a sec."

"S'okay. Just wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen back asleep."

"I'm lying right on top of you, Blaine. Can't you tell the difference between sleeping breathing and awake breathing?"

"Apparently not, and if you keep snapping at me I'm gonna have to smack that crabby ass of yours."

"Ooo, I thought you said you weren't into anything that kinky."

...

"Oh, Blaine! You're blushing! I can feel it! You're so stinking cute."

"Shut up and tell me what makes you happy."

*snort*

"Um, that didn't end up quite right. Lemme try again. Shut up. Page break. Tell me what makes you happy."

*another snort accompanied by laughter*

"Honestly, if I'm feeling sad, any pleasant little surprise will always cheer me right up."

"Any surprise?"

"Any 'pleasant' surprise."

"Hmmm. K. Thanks. Night."

"You are so odd. Night."

...

"Um, Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine."

"Do you realize that you referred to yourself as my boyfriend a minute ago?"

"I-I didn't... crap. I did. Are you, like, super uncomfortable now?"

"Not at all actually."

"Oh... K... cuz I didn't mean to... it just slipped out."

"I know. Don't worry about it. Night, Kurt."

"... Night, Blaine."

...

"Kurt?"

*sigh and a groan*

"Yeeees, Blaine."

"Since we're up. You wanna...?"

...

"Deal, but since you have all the energy, you're doing all of the-OOOOOOHHFUCK..."

...

*wet little pop*

"You were saying?"

"I was saying that you're fabulous."

"Were you also saying that you're sorry for being grumpy?"

"Yes. Sorry. So fucking sorry. You're right. I'm wrong."

"You're so eloquent right now."

"Less talking. More sucking."

...

*panting*

...

"Fuck! Just, holy fuck!"

*muffled chuckle*

"How... did you get... so good... so fast?"

...

"Shit! Shit! Oh shit! Yes! Shiiiiit! I fucking love you!"

...

...

...

Oh my god.

Oh my god.