It didn’t take long for Cameron to press in another finger and Kurt was reduced to incoherent obscenities as Cameron scissored his fingers, brushing against that sweet spot with every stroke.

Kurt’s phone dinged with the ‘new text message’ tone, but it barely registered in Kurt’s sex-addled mind.

Kurt’s cock was impossibly hard for the second time that evening, but Cameron paid little attention to it.

“C-cameron,” Kurt moaned, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

“Yeah baby?” Cameron asked, meeting Kurt’s lust-filled eyes. Kurt moaned helplessly in response as Cameron slid a third finger into his pulsating hole.

Kurt’s head fell back against the couch as Cameron continued his torturously pleasurable preparations.

“Oh god. Cam-Cameron, please. Please, please, please,” Kurt begged.

“What?” Cam asked, pressing a wet kiss to the head of Kurt’s bright red cock. His tongue swiped across the top, licking up the pre-cum leaking from the tip. “What do you want baby?” His lips wrapped around the head of Kurt’s erection and sucked—hard.

“Unnngh, y-y-you, oh god,” Kurt nearly screamed. “I need you now, in me, oh god, please.”

Cameron hummed in pleasure around the cock in his mouth, crooking his fingers against Kurt’s prostate. With one last suck, he pulled off Kurt’s cock and slowly pulled his fingers from Kurt’s well-stretched ass.

Kurt whined at the loss, but didn’t have time to protest, before Cameron pulled him down off the couch and flipped him over—Kurt kneeling on the floor, stomach on the couch, and cock pressing delightfully against the couch.

Moments later, Cameron was back behind him slipping a condom on and slathering himself with lube. The lacrosse player leaned over Kurt, lining the head of his cock at Kurt’s entrance. Kurt moaned at the contact, pressing his ass back just so.

“Yeah, you want my cock Kurt?” Cameron asked hotly, pressing kisses to Kurt’s back. He captured the tip of Kurt’s ear between his teeth, nibbling there before moving his mouth down to press wet, open kisses against Kurt’s flushed neck. “This will probably hurt a little bit,” Cameron warned, with a breathy whisper. A shiver ran up Kurt’s spine as the effects of that whisper went straight to his cock.

Cameron steadied himself and slowly started pushing in. The two boys were reduced to moaning puddles and it took a few minutes of shallow strokes in and out before Cameron’s cock finally slid home, completely sheathed in Kurt’s tight ass.

“Oh god,” Kurt groaned.

“You okay?” Cameron asked. Kurt nodded the affirmative.

“Move. Please, please move,” Kurt whined. Cameron didn’t need telling twice. His hips rocked experimentally, small, slow thrusts into Kurt’s ass. Kurt moaned as each stroke inward caused his cock to slide against the soft couch.

Soon the boys had found a good rhythm with Cameron hitting Kurt’s prostate every few strokes. Cameron gripped Kurt’s hips, ramming into him harder with each thrust and Kurt was so close, so close to the edge.

He tried to lower one of his hands to his cock, but Cameron slapped the hand away, his own wrapping around Kurt’s purpling erection. It only took a few strokes before Kurt was cumming with a scream, the contractions from his ass throwing Cameron over the edge as well.

After the boys rode out their orgasms, Cameron collapsed on top of Kurt until they started getting uncomfortable from the angle. Cameron gently slipped his cock out of Kurt’s ass, pulling the condom off and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. Kurt slid to the floor on his back and started laughing.

Cameron slid his body on top of Kurt’s, capturing Kurt’s mouth in a slow, steamy kiss.

“Y’know, generally you aren’t supposed to laugh at the guy who just fucked you in the ass,” Cameron said good naturedly, “but since you were a virgin, I’ll let it slide.”

Kurt laughed softly.

“Oh, I wasn’t laughing at you,” he blushed. “It’s…your couch. Sorry, I kind of ruined it.”

Cameron looked up at the couch, and joined Kurt in his laughter upon seeing the now drying splatters of cum all over the couch.

“It’s fine, I know how to get cum stains out of just about everything,” Cameron laughed. He rolled back over, pressing Kurt into the floor with another kiss.

Although Kurt had been surprised at how little it had hurt having something up his ass, he had not been able to escape the pain of the morning after, a pain that stayed with Kurt through the weekend and into Monday. Granted, getting fucked at least twice a day all weekend certainly hadn’t help Kurt’s predicament either, but really, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

It wasn’t until he sat down with Blaine for coffee after their Warblers practice that he realized how much his weekend activities had showed.

“So, you fucked him,” Blaine stated. Kurt nearly choked on his coffee. Blaine fixed Kurt with an unreadable expression.

“How did you—,”

Blaine cocked one of his oh-so-triangular eyebrows at him.

“I’m not stupid. You’ve been limping around all day and you wince every time you sit down. Plus, it didn’t help that I knew you went out on a date with Cameron Porter.” Blaine dunked his biscotti in his coffee a little bit more violently than usual, or was strictly necessary.

“So?”

“He’s notorious for having a thing for…sullying the innocents. I didn’t get a chance to warn you, particularly since you didn’t call me back.” A flash of anger crossed Blaine’s features before his cool, composed mask went back into place.

“I’m sorry, I was a little preoccupied.” Kurt took another sip of coffee, unsure of where this conversation was going to go.

“How was it?”

That time Kurt did choke on his coffee.

“Uh-um,” Kurt spluttered, not knowing where to begin. He looked up and caught Blaine’s eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes Kurt had spent so much time getting lost in, stared at him with honest curiosity mixed with a tinge of fear, and Kurt thought he caught a little hurt and jealousy in them as well. “It was good.”

Kurt managed to say, his cheeks flaring a bright red to match his Dalton uniform. Blaine didn’t press him further, and Kurt was grateful as Blaine changed the subject to the newest issue of Vanity Fair.

A week had passed since Kurt and Cameron started dating, and even though the couple had managed to fuck their way through two twelve-packs of condoms Kurt wasn’t completely satisfied. Sure, he was having more orgasms than he ever had in his life, and yes, Cameron always brought Kurt to a shuddering, screaming orgasm, it just wasn’t…enough.

There was something Kurt wanted. He didn’t want to be seen as just another pretty boy bottom, he wanted to top, but he hadn’t expected it to happen the way it did.

Cameron was pressing Kurt into his bed, his mouth sucking on Kurt’s neck, hand wrapped around Kurt’s perpetually hard dick when Kurt blurted it out.

“I want to try topping.”

Cameron pulled away from Kurt’s neck to laugh, but stopped when he saw the look on Kurt’s face.

“Oh, you were being serious,” Cameron realized. “I don’t bottom,” he added, not so kindly before returning his mouth to Kurt’s neck. Kurt pushed him away gently.

“I really want to top,” Kurt said, punctuating each word.

“I really don’t bottom,” Cameron avowed. A sultry smirk took over his features. “If you really want to top, I uh…I know someone who’s always good for bottoming, if you’re interested.”

“Would you…would you be okay with that?” Kurt questioned. Cameron just leaned back into Kurt, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Oh yeah, Luke loves to bottom, but he also loves being watched,” Cameron whispered hotly, licking the shell of Kurt’s ear before nibbling on his earlobe. Cameron let out a breathy moan as he added, “And I love to watch people fuck him. It could be really hot, if you’re up for it.”

Kurt moaned, leaning into Cameron’s touches. He grabbed Cameron’s wrist bringing it back down to his aching cock.

“Oh I’m definitely up for it,” Kurt ground out before pulling Cameron into a fiery kiss.