Kurt was reclining back on his bed, two pillows behind him and his laptop securely placed in his lap, browsing sex toys. If anyone had come in and seen him, he would look as if he were simply doing homework or checking his Facebook. His dad had already come in once and he simply pulled up the photo of Elizabeth II he had been using as a disguise since he first started searching porn websites the year before. Somehow, his father never seemed to notice it was the same photo every time. His dad came in to tell him that he had just gotten a call from the governor and he was due to have dinner with him at the capitol on Saturday night. Naturally, Kurt's mind drifted to the thoughts of an empty home and what he could do to his boyfriend and various other people in it.

He brought the page back up and continued searching. He and Blaine had several things between them, but he wanted something new that neither of them had even thought of before. His phone buzzed next to him, a photo of Blaine sticking his tongue out at him appearing on his screen. Kurt giggled and answered it.

"How may I help you, Mr. Anderson?"

"By only calling me Mr. Anderson if you happen to be wearing my blazer again," his smooth sexy voice drifted into Kurt's ears. Kurt let out a little growl.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, his end of the line rustling a little like he was moving around in the bed.

"Just looking for a new toy," Kurt shrugged, clicking on something then quickly clicking back. Even that is too much for him.

"You say it like you're buying groceries," Blaine giggled.

"Well, we have a pretty impressive stock already. Oooh," Kurt saw something and read the description. He decided not to share it with Blaine for surprise value and added it to his cart.

"Oooh?"

"You'll see," Kurt teased. Blaine groaned and flopped back on his bed.

"Now you've got me all hot and bothered. Fix it."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "You are insatiable. Go to bed."

"Fine...I'll just jerk off in the shower since you won't help me...I'll be all wet and naked and stroking my cock-"

"Ok, ok, go," Kurt shifted on his bed, pulling his laptop over his crotch. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while this weekend. Dad's got some political dinner and I bet I can bribe Finn to go to Rachel's."

"Just tell him you wanna try out your new toys on me and I'm sure he'll go running for the hills."

Kurt laughed. "Go jerk off."

"Ok, night, baby. Love you."

They hung up and Kurt added a couple of more things to his cart, horny and ready for Saturday.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were the longest days of Kurt and Blaine's lives, or so it seemed. Friday morning, Blaine seemed to realize that Kurt was just as excited as he was and decided he would have a little fun with it. He sat next to Kurt in their AP Physics class with a smirk on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" Kurt asked.

"You'll see," Blaine answered as the teacher started on about Theory of Relativity. Kurt was starting to get bored when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He jumped a little, then reached in his pocket to see a photo message from Blaine. Kurt threw him a questioning look, but Blaine was taking notes, the smirk still settled on his face. He downloaded the message and when it finished, he opened it.

Blaine was standing in the bathroom- the one by the gym, Kurt recognized- with his button down shirt open and his bowtie untied, hanging over his chest. Blaine's skinny jeans were unbuttoned, revealing his happy trail and the dip in his hips and he had one hand in his pocket. His face simply said 'fuck me'. Underneath, there was a message.

Can't wait until you rock my world.

Kurt swallowed hard and crossed his legs under his desk. He cleared his throat and closed the message, trying to turn his attention back to the teacher but Blaine's eyes were boring a hole in the side of his head. Kurt glanced over at him and mouthed 'tease'. Blaine winked and returned to his notes. Kurt decided two could play at that game. He had a surprise he wanted to share anyway. He had decided he was gonna wait until after school, but Blaine wanted to play dirty. Kurt could, too.

Blaine was walking toward his locker after gym, his body overheated, but his hair and clothes back to the level of perfection he demanded of it. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he checked it. Kurt had sent him a photo.

Blaine let out a soft laugh and downloaded the message. As he was waiting on it, Mike approached him about a calculus question.

"Hold on one sec," he said in the middle of his explaination and opened the message.

Kurt was facing away from a mirror- one in the locker room. His legs were spread and his shirt was gone. Peaking out from the back of his jeans were the straps of a bright red thong. Blaine let out a helpless sound and Mike gave him a look. He read the message beneath it.

I want you to take it off with your teeth, stud.

"Damn," Blaine breathed.

"You ok?" Mike asked.

Blaine got an idea in his head, smiled and put the phone back in his pocket. "Perfect."

Kurt was on his way to glee, glad that he only had one more hour of torture before he could go home and take the coldest shower in history. Just before he reached the choir room, his phone went off again. He quickly pulled it out and retrieved the message.

Blaine was standing in front of a mirror as well, his shirt missing and his bottom lip between his teeth as he gripped himself inside his jeans. Kurt had to stop and lean against the wall as he read the message. It was simple, but with the look in Blaine's eye in the photo, Kurt let out a whimper.

I'm gonna wreck you.

Kurt walked unsteadily into the choir room and quickly sat down next to Blaine, who looked just as flustered as he did. Blaine glanced sideways at him down toward his ass, now knowing what was hidden beneath the tight jeans Kurt was wearing.

"You...suck," Kurt said breathlessly.

"I do...and I will," Blaine leaned over and lapped at Kurt's earlobe. "Promise."

Kurt was buzzing the next day while waiting for Blaine to arrive. His toys had arrived the day before and because Blaine had screwed with his head all day, he tried one out and wow- he was proud of his purchase.

The photos didn't stop after school let out. Kurt received three more photos- one of Blaine with his hand on is cock, one of Blaine in the shower, looking up at the camera as water dripped out of his curls and down his body (Kurt's new wallpaper) and one of Blaine lapping cum from his fingers, his eyes glazed and face sweaty. The message simply said 'delicious'. Kurt couldn't have agreed more.

Kurt heard the crunch of tires on concrete and looked out to see Blaine's green Sedan pulling into his driveway. Blaine was dressed...for sex. He was wearing a sinfully tight black long sleeved t-shirt and very tight jeans that showed off his impressive manhood even from the upstairs window. Kurt let out a groan and turned to sprint down the stairs to let him in. Before Blaine could even knock on the door, Kurt threw it open and grabbed him by the belt, pulling him into the house and slamming the door with Blaine's body.

"Fuck you."

"That's the plan, right?" Blaine smirked and pulled Kurt's hips into his. "Fuck, I've been thinking about that damned thong all night. Please tell me you're wearing it," Blaine gripped Kurt's ass and squeezed.

"Now, you know I wouldn't just tease you like that," Kurt purred in Blaine's ear. Blaine growled, spun them around to reverse their positions, then lifted Kurt into his arms, his muscles flexing beneath the tight black shirt. Kurt gripped Blaine's biceps and squeezed. "God, I love this shirt."

"I figured you would," Blaine leaned forward, finally kissing Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and bit at his bottom lip. "Please, baby."

"You are so impatient, sweetie," Kurt giggled and stroked the side of Blaine's face with his fingertips. "I have so much to show you."

Blaine lifted Kurt off the door and carried him upstairs, stopping occasionally to ravish his neck when the urge became too much. Kurt simply giggled and swatted his shoulder, urging him on up the stairs. They reached Kurt's room, both dizzy with arousal. Kurt hopped down and gently pushed Blaine's strong chest, making him fall back on the bed. He walked over to his iPod dock and turned on the playlist he had up. It was on Dance (A$$).

"Want a show, baby?" Kurt backed up, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt. Blaine nodded and settled on the edge of the bed. Kurt looked very casual for his taste that day- his hair only slightly styled in a mess of sexy spikes and his button down untucked. Blaine had to literally sit on his hands to keep himself from tearing Kurt's clothes off. He had been waiting on this all week. Kurt finally got his last button undone, he began to sway his hips a little to the music. In all of the times they had done this, Kurt had never actually stripped for him. It was very hot. Kurt slid the shirt off his shoulders slowly and turned his back to Blaine, dancing to the music. The muscles in Kurt's back were tight against his skin and rippling as he rolled his hips and raised his hands over his head, joining them, then sliding his fingertips down his arm slowly. Blaine let his eyes move down Kurt's spine and over them dimples in the bottom if his back to where his ass rolled in his tight jeans. Blaine wanted so bad to just reach out and squeeze it, but he knew he had to be patient.

Finally, Kurt reached down and began unbuttoning his jeans, still turned away from Blaine. Blaine saw the straps of the thong and his mouth watered. He planned on making good on Kurt's request of removing the damn thing with his teeth, but he planned on having a little fun with it first. Kurt slowly slid his jeans down,

revealing his perfect ass, bending over seductivly to push them to his feet and step out of them. Blaine couldn't help himself. He stood up and walked over, grabbing Kurt around the waist and pulling him against his chest.

"You are so fucking sexy, Kurt," Blaine breathed into Kurt's shoulder. He ran his hand over Kurt's flat stomach and down where he saw Kurt's cock straining against the nylon cloth covering it. "Mmm, it makes your cock look even bigger."

Blaine slid his hand over Kurt's cock, making Kurt hiss and lean his head back against Blaine's shoulder. He laughed, moving his hand and getting down on his knees behind Kurt.

"I believe you made a request of me yesterday," Blaine ran his rough hands over Kurt's smooth ass, massaging the flesh of it. Kurt bit his lip and nodded.

Blaine ran his fingers beneath the straps and pulled back, causing them to snap back against Kurt's skin. Kurt whined and palmed himself.

"You kinky little thing," Blaine kissed each cheek then took the fabric between his teeth, pulling them down slowly. Kurt glanced up at the mirror on his door, seeing himself standing, flustered and hard. All he could see of Blaine were his knees on either side of his feet and his hands gripping his thighs. Blaine let go as the thong reached the bottom of Kurt's ass then moved in front of him, looking up into his eyes then seeing what Kurt was seeing.

"Watch, Kurt," he said against Kurt's cock then took the fabric back between his teeth. Kurt groaned and gripped Blaine's shoulder as the thong was pulled down over his cock. Blaine looked up through his eyelashes at his boyfriend, who looked up at the mirror as Blaine had instructed, watching himself come undone under Blaine's touches. Blaine pulled the thong all the way down Kurt's things and legs, letting them fall to the floor then sitting back up to kiss and bite his way toward Kurt's throbbing erection.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begged. Kurt was never usually the one to do the begging, but whatever Blaine was doing had him losing his mind.

Blaine chuckled against the soft skin of his groin then took his head into his mouth, relaxing his throat, then shoving himself quickly onto it.

"Jesus, fuck!" Kurt cursed and gripped Blaine's hair, a natural first instinct. Kurt looked into the mirror and watched Blaine, still fully clothed, bobbing his head back and forth in a practiced, fluid motion.

"I wanna try something," Kurt breathed. Blaine pulled off of him with an obscene 'pop' and waited to be instructed. Kurt turned sideways, perpindicular to the mirror,

and Blaine got the idea, moving back in front of him. Without prompting, Blaine took Kurt back into his mouth, picking up where he had left off. Kurt could now see his cock disappearing between Blaine's lips and it was very hot.

"So hot, Blaine, look," Kurt bit his lip and gripped Blaine's hair again. Blaine looked out of the corner of his eye, watching himself take Kurt's cock like a champ. He reached down and unbuttoned his own uncomfortable jeans and slid his hand inside, gripping himself and squeezing, trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. He wanted to bring Kurt off first.

Kurt was losing his mind. Blaine seemed to be entranced by the mirror and had tightened his suction, running his tongue in swirls along the bottom.

"Blaine, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop," Kurt didn't really wanna cum just yet, but Blaine was killing him. Blaine simply hummed around him and looked back up into his eyes, silent permission.

"Blaine, I-"

"Cum on me, Kurt," he pulled off long enough to say before returning to him. Kurt finally gave in to the coiling in his gut and let go. He pushed Blaine off him and jerked a couple of times before cumming over Blaine's lips and cheek. Blaine was very obviously trying to contain his own orgasm, his hand still in his jeans and squeezing the base of his cock. Kurt had started to realize that Blaine loved to prolong his own orgasm- masochistic in Kurt's opinion but still really hot.

Kurt came down from his high and knelt down in front of Blaine, swiping a bit of his cum off Blaine's cheek and pressing it to his lips. Blaine quickly sucked Kurt's finger into his mouth and groaned as he tasted Kurt.

"Cumslut," Kurt joked. Blaine simply winked and let go of his finger. "Why didn't you cum? I know you wanted to."

Blaine smirked. "Did you have some toys you wanted to show me?"

Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine to his feet. "First, however, you are far too clothed to be in this room."

Blaine laughed and let Kurt run his fingers under the hem of his tight shirt. The denial he had put upon himself had made everything so much more sensitive and he whined as Kurt slid his shirt off over his head and let his fingers slide down over his chest and abs.

"Take these off," Kurt hooked his finger in Blaine's jeans, "I'll be right back."

Kurt kissed Blaine deeply and walked toward his bathroom, his cock already starting to harden again. Blaine undressed and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and letting himself cool down a little. He wanted this to last all night long and he knew that he wouldn't have trouble getting up again, but the sensations he felt from prolonging it was addicting.

"Keep your eyes closed and turn over," he heard Kurt beside him. Blaine smirked and did as he was told, keeping his eyes shut tight. He crossed his arms under the pillow and relaxed as Kurt's hands travled lightly down his back, raising goosebumps along his spine.

"Mmm, that's nice," Blaine sighed. Kurt giggled and wiggled down the bed a little. Blaine felt Kurt straddle his calfs and settle down like he was gonna be there a while. Kurt massaged Blaine lower back then gently kneaded his ass. Kurt smiled and suddenly his hands were gone, much to Blaine's dismay. When they returned, there was a humming sound, very faint but there. Blaine felt Kurt spread his cheeks apart and lean down.

"Oh my god!" Blaine let out a cry. Vibrating and warm, wet heat covered his entrance. He had no idea what was going on, but he loved it. Kurt lapped slowly at Blaine's hole, loving the reaction he was gauging from him. Blaine was starting to push back against Kurt, trying to find more of whatever the fuck was going on back there. Kurt finally obliged him and pushed his tongue inside. The vibrating Blaine felt against his entrance was now inside him.

"Kurt, baby, fuck," he stammered, gripping the pillow tightly and trying not to lose his mind. The vibrating grazed his prostate as Kurt thrusted in and out and Blaine rutted forward against the sheets.

Kurt finally pulled out, slowly and with one final lick, and turned Blaine over, mouth closed tight.

"What...oh my god, what was that?" Blaine whimpered, hands itching to touch himself but fighting the urge. Kurt smirked and opened his mouth. A tongue vibrator.

"Goddamnit," Blaine breathed, loose-limbed and unable to reach up and inspect the thing. Kurt winked and leaned down to nuzzle at Blaine's now red cock.

Kurt looked up at him with a pleading expression.

"I won't last if you do that, Kurt," Blaine said, though his brain was short circuiting at the thought of it. Kurt simply kissed the side of it and intensified his look.

Blaine nodded and Kurt immediately acted, taking Blaine's cock into his hand and running his tongue slowly up the underside. The reaction was instant. Blaine moaned loudly and arched his back, his legs spreading further open and his knees bending up. His toes curled in the sheets as shocks of pleasure shot over his body like lightning against his nerves. Kurt took him half way and pressed his tongue up against the vein on the bottom of Blaine's dick. Blaine gripped Kurt's hair and fucked up into his mouth, hitting the back of Kurt's throat effortlessly and pulling a groan from deep in Kurt's chest. Adding to the vibration of the new toy, that groan is what caused Blaine to thrust up into his throat one final time and spill out in Kurt's mouth, his mind going fuzzy and muscles tensing as he squeezed Kurt's hair.

After coming down, Blaine opened his eyes and saw Kurt removing the vibrator and placing it on the night stand. Kurt slid up next to him, fitting his body against Blaine's.

"So...you like it?"

Blaine turned his head lazily toward Kurt. "You...are...god."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "That's not all. I say we get some food first, though. I know you get hungry after you orgasm, so I made some parmesian chicken for tonight."

Blaine laughed and pushed the sweaty curls off his forehead. "Always thinking of me."

After a very nice and delicious dinner, Kurt and Blaine made their way back up to Kurt's bedroom, their lust renewed after a very over-the-top game of footsie under the table.

They simply lay in the bed and made out for a while, hands grazing faces, tangling in hair, legs tangling together like old times before they became kinky nymphomaniacs. Finally, Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him, making him straddle his lap. Blaine moaned into Kurt's ear and ground down on him.

"So...there's more?"

Kurt smiled and nodded. "It's a little different than we usually use...it's big."

Blaine looked up and raised his eyebrow. "Big?"

"Yeah...we usually go smaller than each other...but this one is pretty big. I couldn't pass it up. Here," Kurt slid out from under Blaine. "I tried it out last night...wow. Ok, so just wait and I'll be back."

Again, Kurt headed into his bathroom and Blaine lay back on the bed, wondering what the hell was about to happen. Kurt walked back out, whatever was behind his back now being placed beside the bed, and got back onto the bed with Blaine.

"Now, come here, you," Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine by the shirt for a deep, hot kiss. Blaine groaned and pulled at Kurt's shirt, prompting him to lift his arms so he could remove it. When they were finally undressed, sweating and panting from teasing, Blaine was curious again.

"What'd you wanna show me, baby?" he asked. Kurt bit his lip and reached over to pick up what he had brought in. It was a vibrator- 13" of vibrator. It had silver beads down the shaft and a handle at the end. What got Blaine stuttering most, however, was how wide it was. It was definitely wider than Kurt.

"Sweet Jesus," Blaine said breathlessly.

"All this religion talk is making me soft," Kurt joked, running his fingers over the rubber and silver covering the vibrator. "Trust me...this thing is amazing."

Like double penetration in one go."

Blaine couldn't wait anymore. He sat up and gripped the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him down to lay with him and and pull his body close. Kurt smoothed his hand down Blaine's body over his cock and down between his cheeks, stroking at his entrance with dry, warm fingers.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned and bucked his hips up. Kurt kissed him hard and reached for the lube. "I know I don't usually stretch you, but trust me...you'll thank me tomorrow."

Blaine let out a breathless laugh and settled back while Kurt slid two slick fingers into him. Blaine loved the feeling of being full of his boyfriend. Kurt rubbed at his prostate as he stretched then added two more fingers. Blaine whined high in his throat at the stretch, wrapping his legs around Kurt's waist.

"Please, baby-"

"I don't wanna hurt you," Kurt cooed, stroking the inside of Blaine's thigh with his free hand.

"Maybe I like it when it hurts a little bit," Blaine smirked at Kurt. Kurt bit back a groan and pulled his fingers out. He picked up the vibrator and slicked it up with the lube. Kurt's hands were large and when Blaine noticed that his hand didn't completely wrap around the vibrator, he felt a spark of arousal shoot to his cock. This was gonna be intense.

Kurt lay down next to Blaine and bent his leg at the knee, pressing the blunt, cold head of the vibrator against Blaine's entrance.

"I'm gonna wait until I get it inside you to turn it on, ok?" Kurt mumbled against Blaine's neck before kissing and sucking on the spot below his ear. Blaine nodded dazedly and let his eyes fall closed. Kurt pushed the vibrator inside Blaine and Blaine let out a cry of slight pain. It was definately bigger than he was used to. The only comparible thing he could think of was when Kurt and Puck had fucked him. Kurt kissed up his jaw and temple, whispering little nothings into his ear. He stilled the vibrator about half way inside, pressing it up against Blaine's prostate and making Blaine shiver with pleasure.

"You ok?"

"Fuck, Kurt, do something," Blaine moaned and clawed at the sheets beneath him. Kurt reached down and turned the vibration and beads on. Blaine had to fight the urge to scream, turning it into a long, low moan. The beads turned as the vibrations shook his prostate on level three.

"Kurt, fuck me, please," Blaine was a babbling mess already. Kurt nodded against his neck and pulled back slightly before pushing it in as far as it would go. Blaine had never been fucked so deeply before. The beads and vibrations were turned up from three to six and Blaine almost arched up off the bed.

"God, you're so beautiful, Blaine. I knew you'd love it."

"K-kurt," Blaine ran his hands up Kurt's neck into his hair, gripping tightly looking for somehting to hold on to as if he would float away. His brain was shot and his nerves were buzzing like the vibrator rocking his prostate.

"I wanna fuck you, baby."

Blaine nodded and let Kurt pull the vibrator out. As soon as he did, Blaine flipped them over and straddled Kurt, quickly impaling himself on Kurt's cock and rolling his hips, riding Kurt hard and fast.

"That's right, baby, fuck yourself on my cock," Kurt muttered filthily and gripped Blaine's hips, thrusting up as Blaine dropped down. Blaine was a mess of moans and whimpers, his hands reaching back to grip Kurt's thighs. He arched his back and let his head fall back, getting lost in the feeling of warmth, pleasure and Kurt's dirty words.

Kurt reached up and began quickly jerking Blaine off, but Blaine reached one hand up and swatted his hand away, taking over himself and giving Kurt a show.

"Yeah, baby, fuck your hand," Kurt growled and picked up his pace, which was now frantic and messy. Blaine choked a sob of pleasure and came hard and fast over his hand and chest. At the sight of Blaine losing himself, Kurt came, filling Blaine up and pulling him down hard onto his cock. Blaine slumped forward onto Kurt's chest,

breathless and spent. Kurt stroked at his back, whispering into his ear and calming him down. Blaine blacked out slightly for a moment, but when he came back around,

Kurt had moved him off of him and was stroking his curls away from his forehead.

"Mmm, you ok?" Kurt asked sleepily.

"Y-yeah...fuck," Blaine covered his face. "That was...again, you're a god."

Kurt laughed and curled into Blaine's chest, yawning. "You're not so bad yourself. I love you."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's forehead. "I love you, too. And your huge fucking vibrator."

"It is massive," Kurt giggled. "I like it."

"Oh yes. Definately a keeper." Blaine lay carding his fingers through Kurt's messy hair until he heard Kurt's breathing even out and his body relax against his. Blaine reached down and pulled the covers over their naked bodies and turned in Kurt's arms, letting the older boy be big spoon for the night. Blaine kissed Kurt's fingertips and linked their hands.

"Goodnight, angel."