Kurt showed up to Blaine's bungalow with another small piece of luggage. Blaine raised an eyebrow when he saw it. Kurt smiled sweetly.

"I made you a promise, and I'm a man of my word." Kurt put the luggage on the bed, then turned and took Blaine into his arms. Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine. Blaine noticed right away that this kiss fought him for dominance, Kurt's tongue aggressively sweeping through Blaine's mouth. Kurt stopped to bite Blaine's lip, almost painfully, sending sparks shooting through Blaine's body.

His black swan had something up his sleeve.

Blaine felt Kurt reach for the zipper of Blaine's pants. Blaine sighed.

"I thought we were going to a movie first?"

Blaine moaned at the feeling of Kurt's fingers firmly massaging his cock, rousing it to attention.

Kurt smiled.

"We are." Kurt continued to kiss Blaine, barely breaking away to speak. "But you wanted to know how weird some of my clients could get, so I have to get you ready."

Kurt pulled away from the kiss to pull down Blaine's pants.

Blaine hastely kicked off his shoes while Kurt tugged his pants down and off, then his underwear. Kurt left Blaine, half dressed and wanting while he went to rifle through the contents in the luggage on the bed. Blaine saw several things he didn't quite understand, but his black swan was full of surprises.

Blaine definitely liked surprises.

Blaine watched as Kurt came back, seemingly with nothing in his hands. Kurt started to pull Blaine's pants back on.

"So, weird is going commando?" Blaine asked. "Because if that's weird, I've been weird for a while now."

"Tsk, tsk," Kurt tutted. Blaine shivered at the sound. Kurt's dominatrix wanted to come out and play. "Don't behave that way, or else I'm going to have to spank you before we go, and that might make sitting in a movie theater a little uncomfortable."

The thought of a quick spanking turned Blaine on, though, and he bit his tongue to still the urge to beg for one.

Kurt pulled Blaine's pants up to just below the swell of Blaine's ass. Blaine didn't know why being partially dress this way turned him on so much. Maybe because even without ties or cords or handcuffs, his mind was entirely at this gorgeous man's mercy. Kurt had Blaine under his complete control. Blaine knew he would do whatever Kurt asked...always.

That knowledge turned him on. It gave him strength.

Kurt pulled something blue and black, and somewhat silky looking out of his pocket. He took the fabric and rubbed it along Blaine's clean shaven cheek. It felt cool and smooth against Blaine's skin. Kurt dragged it along Blaine's erection, and Blaine sighed. He closed his eyes and felt the material drag between his legs, over his ass, around his hips.

"There," Kurt whispered, declaring himself done. He kissed Blaine again, slowly moving his lips over Blaine's taking one of Blaine's hands gently and bringing it down to feel the fabric haging from his hips.

Blaine pulled away quickly and looked down his own body.

Blaine was wearing panties - beautiful, delicate, blue and black satin panties that tied at the hips. Blaine should have felt emasculated, humiliated...and in anyone else's presence, he definitely would have. Blaine looked into Kurt's approving face, his hungry eyes fixed on Blaine's erection straining against the delicate fabric. Kurt chewed on his lower lip, hand rubbing absentmindly over his own growing erection through the fabric of his jeans. Blaine felt sexy...desired. He stood straighter beneath Kurt's appreciative gaze.

"You know," Kurt purred when he finally moved to pull up Blaine's pants and fasten them back up, "it seems a shame to cover these up. You look so hot wearing those. Blue is definitely your color."

Blaine felt himself go hot; a flush of pure lust started from where Kurt's thumbs lingered at the ties of the panties, rubbing small circles into the skin of his hips, all the way up to the roots of his hair.

Kurt nibbled on Blaine's earlobe as he continued to lavish his sub with praise.

"And you keep yourself so well trimmed. The overall image is very attractive." Kurt rubbed his own erection over Blaine's, causing the satin fabric to slide over Blaine's incredibly hard cock. Kurt traced Blaine's lips with his tongue. "Mouthwatering, even."

"So," Blaine said, voice trembling slightly as Kurt's mouth moved to his neck. "Th-this kind of thing...t-turns you on?"

Kurt pulled away to look into Blaine's face, and for the first time he got a good look at his black swan's eyes, grey and startling like the clouds that form the vortex of a powerful storm.

"It never has before."

Blaine's knees went weak when Kurt put an arm around Blaine's waist, placing his hand to the small of his back. Another hand grabbed Blaine roughly by the back of his neck. Kurt pulled Blaine hard against him, searing his lips with his kiss. Kurt kissed Blaine so forcefully that Blaine was sure his lips would bruise. He didn't care.

Kurt pulled away with a wicked grin, eying the swollen lips of his breathless sub.

"There," Kurt said with a triumphant smirk. "Now no one will get any bright ideas."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand with a shy smile, and just like that, his angel returned.

Blaine thought wearing a pair of panties would be uncomfortable. He remembered when his friend Wes was in college, he mentioned being forced to wear panties as part of a fraternity hazing ritual. Wes said they didn't fit right, didn't support anything, and kept sliding up his crack.

Blaine had a suspicion that the ones Kurt put on him were specially made. They weren't uncomfortable in the least. They didn't shift or slide. Best of all, no unfortunate wedgies. Since Blaine wasn't distracted by any discomfort, all he could think about was the look in Kurt's eyes, like Kurt wanted to devour Blaine, rip the panties from his hips with his teeth and explore Blaine's body with only his tongue.

Blaine couldn't remember what movie they saw. They went to the theater, Kurt hugging Blaine's arm as they walked up to the ticket booth. They got a small popcorn and soda to share, which was eaten and drunk before the previews even ended. The movie started, but neither Blaine or Kurt watched it, opting instead to make out in the back of the theater.

Kurt and Blaine kissed softly, enjoying the feeling of each other's lips and skin. Kurt knew most of Blaine's weak spots, nibbling on his earlobe gently, sucking small marks on his neck where it met his shoulder. Blaine had begun to learn what Kurt liked, too. Blaine licked slowly down the column of Kurt's pale neck, returning to his mouth to suck suggestively on Kurt's tongue.

They tried to be as quiet as they could, swallowing each other's moans as soon as they escaped their lips. Luckily, they went to a movie that had already been out for weeks, so not too many people were there. And since Blaine had chosen the movie, there were plenty of car crashes and explosions to cover up any groans that slipped through.

Kurt couldn't stop smiling. He had never done this before - made out with a gorgeous man in a movie theater. Actually, he had quite a few firsts to start crossing off his list. Maybe he could do them with Blaine.

They were interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. Kurt and Blaine both looked up in unison to see the smiling face of an older female usher looking down at them.

"The movie's been over for fifteen minutes already," she said, her voice thick with humor. "We've managed to clean around you guys, but I'll need to get down this aisle."

The usher's eyes shifted down, and she bit her lip.

"I think I'll give you another minute to, uh, cool down." She chuckled heartily as she walked off down the stairs, motioning to the other ushers to continue cleaning the lower level. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, both with glowing red cheeks, and laughed.

"Uh, maybe if you hold you coat..." Blaine started.

"Yeah," Kurt said, looking down at his own erection, and then at Blaine's straining against the zipper of his pants. "You, too."

They both took off their coats, folded them neatly and draped them over their arms. Arms linked, they tried to look inconspicuous as they walked out of the theater.

Blaine shifted nervously against the binds on his wrists and ankles. He was excited when Kurt had decided to use silk stockings to tie him to the bed. It sounded so sexy. In reality, everytime he pulled they became tighter and tighter, and didn't give in any way. So there he lay with silk biting into his already broken and raw skin.

Blaine still wore the satin panties, and feeling them slide against his erection, which never went away after leaving the theater, made Blaine squirm against the sheets. If Kurt didn't emerge soon and put Blaine out his misery, he might start crying.

Once the bathroom door opened and Kurt appeared, Blaine realized all the discomfort was well worth it.

Blaine had realized for a long time that even though he could classify himself as bi-sexual, he was really mostly attracted to men. Women are very kind and sensitive, and their bodies are beautiful, but there was just something about men. As far as men were concerned, Kurt was the ultimate - exquisitely sculpted, absolutely unique, but underneath the corsets and the catsuits he was very much a man.

But this...this was different. This was Kurt as a seductive, sensual creature that breeched the barriers of what was male or female.

He was the most striking and exotic person Blaine had ever seen.

Kurt stepped out in a beautiful piece of black silk lingerie - a baby doll that hugged his chest and flaired out at the bottom just below the curve of his ass. Blaine could tell that Kurt wore some sort of garter underneath. He could see elastic straps reaching down over Kurt's thighs, attached to lace top stockings. He wore fingerless gloves that traveled up the length of his forearms, stopping at his elbows. Gone were Kurt's luscious chestnut locks in favor of an almost electric blue bob cut wig. His face was a shade paler than usual, thanks to his carefully applied make-up. He had heavily shadowed his eyes in black with silver eyeliner, and his lips were a sinful shade of red.

Kurt approached the bed, eying Blaine's body, lingering on the satin panties with a devilish grin. Kurt crossed each foot in front of the other as he walked, the ruffle at the hem of the baby doll swaying from side to side as he sashayed, his hips moving smoothly.

"So," Kurt said, performing a little twirl. "What do you think?

Blaine blew out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"I th-think," Blaine stuttered, "thank God for weird clients."

Kurt giggled. He ran a hand over the tie on Blaine's ankle, tugging it gently to make sure it was secure. He bent over, staring up at Blaine through strands of blue hair, and licked Blaine's ankle. Blaine moaned loudly, and Kurt watched Blaine's cock twitch beneath the blue satin. Kurt's tongue slid up the length of Blaine's leg, stopping at his knee to dip and lick behind. Blaine pulled tight at the stockings as his hips bucked involuntarily upward.

"Nnnngh," Blaine groaned, feeling the stockings as they constricted around his wrists. "God," he breathed, as he felt Kurt's mouth linger over the ties to the panties. Kurt licked slowly around the laces, drawing circles and painting random shapes over Blaine's prickling skin. He felt Kurt tug at one of the laces, felt the bow unravel against his hipbone, and then the slight tickling sensation as the undone laces slid down his skin.

Kurt bent across Blaine's body, moving leisurely, allowing the soft fabric of his baby doll to drag lightly across Blaine's skin. Kurt stopped to nudge down the top of the panties, planting delicate kitten licks over the smooth head of Blaine's cock, before moving to the other set of ties. Blaine's eyes stayed glued to Kurt's form, his muscular legs, his long body, but mostly Kurt's perfect ass. Blaine remembered the feeling of that ass against his hand, the smooth pale skin, and Kurt's intense heat.

Kurt let the satin material of the panties slide over Blaine and fall between his legs.

Kurt straddled Blaine's chest. Sitting closer, Blaine could see that Kurt wore an identical pair of panties in black.

Blaine moaned at the sight, at the feel of satin against his skin.

Blaine licked his lips.

"Kiss me," Blaine squeaked out.

Kurt raised an amused eyebrow in response.

"Is that a command?"

"It's a request." Blaine didn't know why, but he had started to shake.

"You know, I think I have given you way too much power," Kurt said, as he leaned over and captured Blaine's lips. Kurt kissed him softly, sweetly.

"You told me that subs have all the power," Blaine said against Kurt's lips..

Kurt's heart sank just a little. He leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of Blaine's soap and aftershave.

Kurt couldn't identify what exactly was going on here. For the most part, Kurt had complete control, but he realized he didn't want it. Not all of it at least. He wanted a moment that was more about give and take.

"I'm not sure that's all you are anymore," Kurt whisepered softly, hoping that Blaine didn't hear.

Blaine did hear.

"Could you look at me?" Blaine asked. Kurt didn't move. Kurt was afraid to look into Blaine's eyes - afraid of what he might see there. Blaine might want to set the record straight, that what he and Kurt had was just a business transaction, and that all the kisses, all the confessions, all the longing looks were just a distraction to keep him from thinking about a world he didn't want to go back to.

"Please, look at me, Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath to steady himself. He raised himself up and looked at Blaine.

"Would you do something for me if I asked you?"

"I don't think I could deny you anything." Kurt said with a small chuckle.

"Would you..." Blaine knew what he wanted, he just didn't know how to ask for it. Have sex with him? That sounded a little too impersonal. That would make Kurt sound like a whore. Make love to him? No, not like this. Not with Blaine tied up. Blaine could only think of one thing to say, and Blaine prayed that Kurt would not say no.

"Kurt, would you...would you take me?"

Kurt's eyes widened with surprise, and a slight look that Blaine thought might be hurt.

"I don't care how...torture me while you do, if that's what you want. I just want...I want you to make me yours. Please..." Blaine let out a breath as he laid all his cards on the table. "I don't know what's going to happen to us, but all I know is that something between us is changing..."

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, looking for some kind of confirmation, but Kurt had a better poker face than Blaine expected.

"Please tell me if I'm wrong."

Kurt swallowed, and nodded.

"Yes," he admitted. "It is changing."

"Kurt...I don't want to leave here without having you...at least once."

Kurt swallowed hard, his eyes steely, almost calculating. Blaine felt sure he had crossed a line, sure that Kurt would say no.

Kurt sat up straight, then slowly climbed off Blaine. Blaine sighed, deflating, feeling defeated. He expected to feel the tension on his ankles release any moment as Kurt untied him. He heard Kurt rustle around in his bag, and when he returned it was with a small bottle and a foil packet in his hand.

Blaine almost laughed with relief.

"I thought you don't sleep with clients?" Blaine asked with a cheeky grin.

"Well, I thought I would be prepared in case I made an exception." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Kurt opened the foil wrapper and rolled the condom swiftly over Blaine's never-faltering hard on. Kurt warmed the lube in his hands before spreading it liberally over Blaine. When Kurt was satisfied, he lifted the hem of his baby doll at the hips, pulling at the laces of his own black satin panties and letting them drift to the floor.

Kurt climbed carefully over Blaine's body, kneeling high to position himself over Blaine's cock. Kurt grabbed Blaine gently, hearing the breath hitch in Blaine's body as his eyes, which had shifted again to molten gold, watching Kurt's every move.

"You're going to have to be patient," Kurt said, his voice changing slightly in a rare moment of vulnerability, "I haven't done this in a while."

"Don't you want me to stretch you?" Blaine asked breathlessly, eyes wide.

"I kind of like you the way you are." Kurt smiled bashfully. "Besides, you are going to stretch me."

And then Kurt was on him, sinking down slowly. It was the most amazing thing Blaine had ever felt in his life. It was torture of the most incredible kind. Kurt moved slowly, ever so much slower than Blaine had ever entered into Sebastian - inch by incredible inch until Blaine wanted to cry out. Kurt looked so captivating, his eyes closed, deep in concetration, brow furrowed. Blaine could see tiny beads of sweat forming on Kurt's brow. When Kurt finally bottomed out, and Blaine had filled him completely, Kurt straightened up and sighed, a contented smile relaxing Kurt's features.

Kurt kept a steady hand on Blaine's chest, a silent command to keep still while Kurt adjusted to the feeling of Blaine filling his body. Kurt was even more incredibly hot than Blaine remembered. He wanted to squirm, to move, to scream. The stockings twisted tight as Blaine rolled his wrists, fighting to stay completely still. When Kurt began to move he did it with exceptional control. Blaine threw his head from side to side, biting back a scream. Feeling the tight heat of Kurt's body around him was one thing, but the slow drag of Kurt sliding up and down, so deliberate in his movements, drove Blaine too close to the edge. Blaine tried to buck his hips up, to get the friction he longed so desperately for, but Kurt simply sat down on him, stilling Blaine's hips as he pinned Blaine to the mattress. Kurt wagged a long, thin finger at him.

Kurt waited a moment, stilling the fire within Blaine, bringing him back to the start. Blaine took a deep breath, and shut his eyes. Kurt began to move again, splaying his hands across Blaine's chest for leverage. Blaine sighed. He had what he wanted. He had Kurt, but he wanted so much more.

"Let me touch you," Blaine whispered, his eyes heavy lidded as he looked up at Kurt, pleading silently. "Please."

Kurt stopped his relentless torment and looked down at Blaine, his heart fluttering erratically in his chest.

Kurt didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should relent. In essence, he'd already given his body to Blaine. This was just one more step. He wanted Blaine. He wanted Blaine to have him completely.

Kurt leaned over carefully and pulled at the knot on Blaine's wrist, first the right then the left. When they were free, Blaine rubbed his wrists, trying to bring back the feeling that had disappeared from his arms. Blaine sighed. He put his hands on Kurt's hips and started to move Kurt up and down. Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt's, his hands crawling up Kurt's body. Blaine ran his fingers through the strands of Kurt's blue wig, but they felt dead...fake. He missed the silky feel of Kurt's hair.

"Kurt, please," Blaine said around a broken moan. "Please, take this off."

Kurt tilted his head, looking into Blaine's face. He raised his hands to his hairline and pulled out the pins. Then he slid the wig off his head and dropped it to the floor. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. He grabbed gently at the strands and tugged, hearing Kurt gasp. Blaine looked Kurt over, his eyes shitfting as he made a decision. Blaine reached toward the bedside table. Kurt continued to watch him with interest. Kurt could see Blaine's fingers inches away from a small packet of wet wipes. Blaine fumbled, trying to keep his eyes locked on Kurt's and reach the moist tissue. Kurt ran his fingertips down Blaine's arm as he reached past his hand. Kurt took one and held it out to Blaine. Blaine motioned for Kurt to lean forward. Blaine gasped softly as the movement caused Kurt to slide almost completely off of Blaine's cock, and the drag and squeeze almost sent him over the edge...but not yet. Blaine would not let this end so quickly. Not until he could see his beautiful angel without his makeup.

Blaine wanted Kurt now more than ever. He didn't want the gorgeous sex siren who whipped him mercilessly and made him cum at the snap of a riding crop. Not this time. Blaine wanted the beautiful man that he had just sat next to at the movies and shared his popcorn with, who laughed at Blaine's pitiful jokes, who drank tequila with his teeth but told Blaine he ordered his Shirley Temples with extra EXTRA cherries, who hummed along with the radio, who was obsessed with Alexander McQueen...the one Blaine had only known for less than a month but whom he felt he had known his entire life.

The one Blaine felt he was falling for incredibly fast.

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed as Blaine wiped away the foundation and the red lipstick, and then carefully cleared away the black eyeshadow. When Blaine finished, he was looking into the face of his angel - the incredible man with the young, fresh face, so warm, so open, so lovely. Kurt sat up again, but he didn't move just yet. He knew what was coming. Blaine reached up to Kurt's elbows and one by one slowly stripped off the fingerless gloves. Then Blaine slowly detatched the clips from Kurt's stockings and began to roll them down his thighs. Kurt took over when Blaine's hands reached his knees and took the stockings the rest of the way down his legs. When Blaine reached for the hem of the babydoll, Kurt stopped him with a hand over his and a gentle shake of his head.

"Not yet," Kurt whispered, and he began to move again. Blaine's eyes widened slightly at the feeling of Kurt slowly dragging over him, and he bit his lower lip.

"Why not?" Blaine whispered. "Why won't you let me see all of you?"

Kurt smiled, then he rolled his head back on his neck as he sped up his pace.

"I have my reasons..." Kurt moaned.

Kurt's tight heat swallowing Blaine's cock pushed Blaine to his limits, especially with Kurt's maddening pace. Blaine could have come a hundred times, but he wanted to wait for his angel.

"Why...mmm...won't you tell me?" Blaine was grabbing at every inch of Kurt's skin he could reach.

"You...uh...didn't ask...mmm...the right way..." Kurt sank one hand into Blaine's curls and wrapped the other around his own erection as he continued to ride Blaine into the mattress.

"Nnngh," Blaine groaned, fighting against the hand tugging at his hair to watch Kurt's hand expertly moving over his cock. "T-tell me something about y-yourself...Oh, God, Kurt!...th-that I don't already know."

"I..." Kurt started. He moved his hand from Blaine's hair, down his cheek, and over his chest.

Kurt revelled in the feeling of Blaine's hands on his skin, running up his back, over his thighs, along his arms. Blaine used the ties on his ankles as leverage to lift himself up and touch Kurt all over, periodically switching angles inside Kurt, forming unexpected fireworks that shot through Kurt's body.

It had been so long for Kurt. This was what he missed.

Being connected to someone.

He couldn't quite consider this making love to someone, but it was damn close.

Blaine felt so good underneath him; it should have been a sin to fuck him like this.

"I...I wear some of my secrets..." Kurt felt heat coil deep inside him, threatening to siphon away at his carefully practiced self control. "I'm not ready to tell them to you yet."

The last word was almost a scream, but Kurt held it in, biting his lip and curling his fingers into Blaine's skin.

Blaine felt Kurt's movements become stuttered, not as smooth. Kurt closed his eyes and bit his lip. He knew Kurt was close. He didn't want to lose Kurt to whatever fantasy he had suddenly abandoned himself to, whether Blaine was a part of it or not.

"Look at me, Kurt," Blaine groaned.

Kurt dropped his head, his arm stroking his cock visibly shaking.

"I said open your eyes and look at me, Kurt! Please!"

Kurt's eyes snapped open. Blaine felt strange at the look in those eyes, the fire, the lust, and maybe a little fear.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and pounded up into him. A few unforgiving strokes was all it took.

Kurt didn't just cum hard. He exploded. He held Blaine's eyes fearlessly and knew he was cumming, too. Blaine's hips stilled, holding Kurt flush against him until he worked through his orgasm.

Kurt and Blaine held the gaze they had locked when Blaine had begged Kurt to open his eyes. Neither knew what to do or say. Blaine wanted to grab Kurt and hold him to his chest. Kurt's face remained blank, his expression unreadable. It was Kurt's eyes that spoke to Blaine - Kurt's confusion, his fear, the depth of his feelings.

"Kurt?" Blaine needed to hear his angel's voice.

Kurt climbed off of Blaine and quickly untied Blaine's ankles. Blaine scrambled quickly off the bed, ignoring his aching legs screaming at him as he stood and grabbed Kurt.

"Kurt?"

Falling to his knees, he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked. "Please, tell me what I did wrong? I'll do anything. Anything to fix it." Blaine's voice sounded panicked to his own ears.

He felt Kurt's hand in his hair, running through his curls.

"Nothing...I..." Kurt looked down at Blaine. Blaine stood, running his hands up and down Kurt's arms, rubbing firm hands over his shoulders. Kurt looked everywhere, all around the room, and then back at Blaine with a sad smile.

"It's just...it's going to be awful...saying good bye to you."

Blaine looked down at his hands holding Kurt's arm at the elbows, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin at the bend.

"Tonight's not good bye," Blaine said with a smile, trying to catch Kurt's gaze. "I'm still here for another week."

Kurt nodded. Blaine wasn't sure but he thought he saw a tear roll down Kurt's cheek.

"I know...it's just..."

"No." Blaine grabbed Kurt into his arms and held him tight. "No. I'm never saying good-bye to you."

Kurt sniffled, shaking his head against Blaine's chest, but Blaine only held him harder, bringing his lips to Kurt's and kissing him urgently.

"Listen to me." Blaine sounded desperate. "I will figure this out, Kurt. I promise, I will find us a way. Let's just not think about it for now. Okay?"

Kurt nodded. He wished he could have faith, and believe that Blaine would find a way. Kurt knew that dreams and promises were for fools and children, and Kurt wasn't either, but he let himself get caught up in Blaine's fantasy. Kurt took a long, hot shower, taking care to clean off the rest of the make-up. Afterward, he put on his most seductive smile and treated Blaine to a long, luxurious bath. He filled the tub with hot water and his own lavender bubble bath. He settled Blaine into it.

Kurt bathed Blaine. He poured warm water carefully through Blaine's hair, then washed it with his own jasmine scented shampoo. He took his time, massaging Blaine's scalp, not marring the quiet, serene moment with too much talk - no more fears, no more professions. Kurt communicated his feelings through touch - gentle strokes over Blaine's skin with the soft washcloth, tender kisses around his hairline, until Blaine was cleaned, rinsed, dried, and ushered back to the bedroom wrapped in a towel.

Kurt went to bed with Blaine dressed only in a t-shirt, and quickly succumbed to Blaine's tenacious hands, roaming over his body, pads of his fingers running down Kurt's skin, Blaine's lips sucking on Kurt's nipples in the dark, a fist firmly grasping strands of his hair, another on his cock. Kurt couldn't help but whimper and squirm beneath Blaine's touch. He seemed to be everywhere over Kurt's body at once.

Both men fought to stave off sleep, enjoying the feel of each other as long as possible, until they both yielded to it, wrapped up in each other's arms.