Chapter 3

Kurt wasn't sure exactly how he ended up on Blaine's bed, completely naked, but he was glad to go with it. Especially when Blaine was kneeling between his legs and breathing hot air on his cock.

Kurt was vaguely aware that he was babbling something quite desperate sounding, and then Blaine licked up his cock. It was the hottest thing Kurt had ever seen… And he's fully hard again.

"Oh," Kurt whimpered as Blaine pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock.

"Such a pretty cock," Blaine whispered, and before Kurt knew it, Blaine had engulfed Kurt's cock in his mouth.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked, instinctively thrusting upwards.

His eyes twinkling as he looked up at Kurt, Blaine didn't hesitate, his lips sliding down Kurt's shaft until the tip of his cock entered his throat.

Blaine swallowed, and Kurt convulsed.

"Fuck Blaine," Kurt whined. He couldn't stop the moans and whimpers that Blaine was coaxing so easily from his throat even if he wanted to.

Blaine just watched him, eyes dark and shining, and Kurt was riveted.

"Oh unngh," Kurt groaned huskily.

Blaine just bobbed his head up and down, swallowing occasionally, no real rhythm, keeping Kurt surprised and on edge. Kurt didn't want to come so soon - but this was the hottest thing ever, and he wasn't going to be able to help himself -

A slippery finger pushed inside of him, probing gently but swiftly, and pressed firmly on his hot spot.

"Blaine," Kurt screamed, and he was gone.

When his vision cleared, Blaine was still kneeling there, gently sucking on the tip of his softening cock. Kurt moaned helplessly, still watching, and finally Blaine let his cock fall from his mouth.

Now his lips were red and shiny.

From sucking me off, Kurt realized, and his cock made a valiant attempt to harden again.

"Your taste…" Blaine said, sounding as dazed as Kurt felt. "Fuck, Kurt. So good." He crawled up Kurt's body, bending over and kissing Kurt so deep that he swore he could feel it everywhere.

Blaine was so ferocious when he kissed… Kurt was starting to shiver again - already? he asked his body incredulously.

"That was just a warm up," Blaine said lowly. "You ready for the real show?"

Kurt just licked his lips and nodded. Blaine's eyes were burning with intensity as he sat up again and pushed two fingers inside of Kurt.

"Ahh," Kurt cried softly. It burned a little, but wow did his body like it.

Blaine growled, then he was pulling out and turning Kurt onto his side.

"What?" Kurt gasped. Blaine unbuckled his pants, shoving them down - and Kurt got his first look as he craned his neck to see…

"Uhh." he whimpered. Blaine's cock was an angry red, and so thick - thicker than any toy Kurt had ever used. He knew that it was supposed to fit inside him, in theory - all the sites online said it would - but now, actually facing it, Kurt couldn't quite believe that.

Blaine crawled over and settled behind Kurt, tucking his left arm underneath him and using it to pull Kurt back against him.

He pressed himself, hot and hard, against Kurt's tailbone.

"I want you so badly," Blaine said quietly, but his lips were on Kurt's ear - every part of him was touching him, it seemed, and Kurt's nerves were on fire again.

"Oh…"

"I'm going to have you, and you're going to love it."

"Oh," Kurt shivered.

His fingers rubbed at Kurt's hole until it relaxed, then pushed inside slowly. Kurt moaned and his head fell back. Blaine's other hand was splayed across his chest, holding Kurt against him as he slowly began to rock against Kurt.

Blaine's cock was rubbing against his ass, and Kurt couldn't stop thinking about it - what it was going to feel like inside of him.

Fingers crooked and began to thrust steadily against his prostate, and Kurt pushed into them, desperate for more…

"You want more?" Blaine breathed hot on his ear.

Kurt bit his lip and breathed deeply.

"Don't do that, I want to hear the sounds you make," Blaine chastised him, tweaking a nipple with the hand he kept on Kurt's chest.

Kurt's mouth fell open and his soft sounds of pleasure began to pour out again.

"More, yes," he managed to say.

Blaine carefully slid a third finger inside Kurt, who cried loudly again. His fingers twisted and thrust, turned and plunged.

"So beautiful," Blaine whispered in awe. "Kurt, I want you so much. Do you want me in you?"

"Oh Gaga yes…"

Blaine shifted slightly, and pressed soft, wet kisses between Kurt's shoulder blades. Kurt felt his fingers sliding out, then something thicker pressing against his rim.

"Relax, Kurt," Blaine purred, and Kurt whimpered.

Blaine pushed forward, the head of his cock pushing inside that tiny puckered hole. Pressing, stretching, filling…

Kurt was shaking again, babbling nonsense interspersed with Blaine's name.

"I'll take care of you," Blaine said raggedly. He continued to push inside slowly, not stopping until he was buried completely inside that hot tightness.

"Kurt," he couldn't help but moan, and clutched Kurt closer to him. "How is…"

Kurt struggled to find his breath again.

"'s good," he murmured dazedly.

"Yeah?" Blaine shifted just a little, but Kurt felt it everywhere, sending dry electricity rocketing through his body.

"Ahh!" Kurt shuddered. Both of Blaine's hands were running over his body now, playing with his nipples, teasing his cock with feather light touches, cupping his balls, tracing and stroking all over… Blaine was discovering his body, all of it, and Kurt slowly flexed beneath the touches, wanting more.

Slowly, Blaine pulled back, slipping out just a little before sliding back in.

Kurt gasped wordlessly.

"More?" Blaine queried roughly.

"Please."

Blaine bit his own lip, hiding his own desperation. He'd never felt anything this good before, and he'd had plenty of experience. But the feel of Kurt, and the sounds he made, and the way his eyes fluttered shut - god, everything about him made Blaine need him like he'd never needed anything before.

He began to thrust in and out, savoring each moan and cry Kurt made, and trying with every ounce of his willpower to last.

Kurt was oblivious to Blaine's inner struggle.

They were joined now, as close as they could be, and it felt so right.

Just like everything Kurt had ever wanted.

He wanted this so bad. Wanted Blaine so bad.

Kurt rocked backward, wanting everything Blaine had to give him.

"Please, give it to me," Kurt begged. "Feels so good."

Blaine groaned, and rolled them, pinning Kurt to the bed face first, covering him completely, never slipping out of that tight haven.

"Ohhh," Kurt whimpered into the sheets. He was sandwiched between Blaine and the bed, unable to move.

Blaine was fucking him in earnest now, and Kurt was helpless to do anything but just take it. He was being taken, so hard, so good, and his cock rubbed against the sheets, the friction nothing but amazing.

Kurt was sobbing with pleasure - so much, all at once - Blaine was inside him, so close Kurt believed they were melding together, becoming one…

A particularly harsh thrust struck his prostate just right, and before Kurt realized it, he was coming, howling into the pillow as he frantically thrust his cock into the sheets, spilling all over them.

"Kurt," Blaine whimpered, thrusting even harder, so rough Kurt knew he was going to feel this for days… It was that thought that made Kurt convulse again, his orgasm wrecking his senses and leaving him pliant and exhausted.

Blaine wasn't holding back anymore, just feeling every second of amazing friction as he filled Kurt, taking him, wanting to mark him, knowing he was the first to ever claim the boy.

Kurt sighed sleepily, and moaned softly…

"Blaine, please come inside me."

How could he resist a plea like that? Blaine gripped Kurt's hip tight and fucked into him hard, growling as he released deep inside of Kurt. He didn't slow for a while afterwards, treasuring every second of pleasure.

"Kurt?" Blaine managed to whisper.

"Mmmm," Kurt sighed, his eyes closing.

"You good?"

"Kept your promise," Kurt murmured. "Best I've ever had."

Blaine groaned, and kissed Kurt's neck gently.

"Me too," he said, too soft for Kurt to hear.

Kurt was already falling asleep.

Blaine carefully pulled out, then stared curiously at Kurt's hole. It was gaping just slightly… He took his cock in hand and pushed inside again. He was mostly soft, but could still thrust inside of Kurt. It felt raw, but he couldn't really help it.

Kurt was so hot.

Blaine just watched his cock moving in and out of that hole. It felt like Kurt was just made for him.

Kurt drifted off, the pull of exhaustion too much. His last memory was Blaine's soft kiss as he slid in and out of his ass… Somehow, it was relaxing.

Blaine groaned as he slowed, and relaxed on top of Kurt. He'd never slept while inside of someone before.

It feels so right, Blaine thought as he slipped off to sleep.

Kurt was brought slowly to wakefulness, his body somehow trembling and his ass clenching tight around -

"Fuck," he cried as he realized he was full of cock. His eyes flew open, and he saw Blaine over him, his hair messy and curly, his chest sweaty, those gorgeous eyes pinning him more than his strong hands ever could… How was one boy so damn beautiful?

"Good morning," Blaine said huskily, and thrust again, deep enough to make Kurt's hands uncurl and grab for the sheets.

"Ahhh Blaine morning?" Kurt whined.

Blaine's hot hardness was pressed dizzyingly deep, and Kurt could only think… This was the onlyway to wake up.

"Sleep well?" Blaine asked silkily, smiling calmly down at Kurt.

Oh he was so fucking composed even when he was screwing him senseless, Kurt thought irritatedly. Then Blaine shoved against his prostate, and Kurt screamed in pleasure again.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Harder," Kurt found himself begging, staring up at his new lover.

"As you wish," Blaine vowed, and he hoisted Kurt's legs up, hooking them over his shoulders as Blaine leaned forwards. It had the effect of making Kurt feel like a pretzel - and also somehow making Blaine feel even bigger inside of him.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Blaine was leaning down to kiss him ravenously as his hips ground in slow yet luxuriously hard circles. Kurt unconditionally surrendered. He'd always fantasized about powerful, dominant partners - but Blaine was better than all of those fantasies.

"Kurt, so tight," Blaine said in awe, then kissed him again, fucking him with his tongue to the same rhythm as his cock.

He reached his hands out to grasp Kurt's, lacing their fingers together and pushing Kurt harder into the mattress.

"I want to do this all day," Blaine admitted, hoping his voice wasn't as shaky as it felt.

"What about class?" Kurt moaned, in question.

"I hate school," Blaine said fervently.

Kurt laughed breathlessly, and tightened even more as he did so - Blaine growled, stopped for a second, then began to piston in and out, faster than before, trying to make Kurt come before he did, because this - Kurt beneath him, beautiful and noisy and so perfect around him - was too much.

Too much, all at once… Blaine groaned, arching even more, his hands clenching on Kurt's where they still fisted together.

Afterwards, neither boy would know who had come first… Kurt thought that it must have been the feel of Blaine coming inside him that triggered his orgasm - and Blaine thought it was the irresistible flutter of Kurt's muscles around him that set him off.

They shuddered and thrust through their mutual climaxes, crying obscenities and each other's names into their kiss.

Kurt didn't notice his own semen splattering his belly and chest - he was too busy staring up into Blaine's amazingly dark eyes as he came. Even when they came down, they couldn't bear to look away from each other.

"Good morning," Kurt whispered.

"Very good one," Blaine agreed, smiling and kissing Kurt sweet and deep. As he did, he carefully brought Kurt's legs down to the bed. When he began to pull out, Kurt hissed.

"Don't go!"

"I have to, we have class in an hour," Blaine protested.

"Don't," Kurt repeated, his eyes bright. His legs wrapped firmly around Blaine's waist and his muscles clenched around Blaine's softened cock. "I want more. I want you to stay in me all day." Kurt wasn't quite sure what had gotten into him - but he had never felt better than when he was with Blaine.

Blaine's eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned darkly.

"You're going to make me hard again."

"That's the idea," Kurt said mischievously. He concentrated and squeezed again around Blaine.

"Fine," Blaine growled. He reached down and began to stroke Kurt's cock roughly, all the while rocking inside of him.

"Oh," Kurt gasped, bucking and writhing. He was still so sensitive, and every touch brought as much pain as it did pleasure, but he didn't want it to end.

Soon enough Blaine was lengthening inside him, moving to fuck Kurt deeply.

"So good, take me," Kurt insisted. "Don't stop, Blaine."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaine said, charming to the last. He reached to grab Kurt's cock, and got to work fucking him fast, getting them both off quickly - he didn't want Kurt to be tardy to class on only his second day at Dalton.

Later, he can go as slow as he likes. Now, he's going to take Kurt hard and fast… Looking down at Kurt, Blaine cursed - Kurt was too fucking hot, and Blaine couldn't help his thrusts from becoming uneven, his hips stuttering as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.

Kurt stared up at him, licking his lips, his cheeks red and eyes shining with tears.

"Okay?"

"Yes," Kurt said weakly. "Blaine, more, I need you."

It was Kurt's short, painfully erotic sounds of need and pleasure that made Blaine tip over the edge first, keening Kurt's name.

When Blaine came inside him, Kurt groaned and thrust up, trying to get more, trying to come… Blaine just slid out of him and knelt between his legs, taking Kurt once more in his talented mouth.

It only took a few hard sucks before Kurt was screaming and coming down Blaine's throat. Blaine swallowed his come like it was the best meal he'd ever had. Blaine tried to memorize the taste - it figured that Kurt's come would be strong and unforgettable, just like the rest of him.

Kurt blinked, waiting for his vision to return when he felt something pressing inside of him. He looked down and saw Blaine pushing something dark inside of him. It's not his fingers, its...

"What's - "

"A plug," Blaine said smugly. "You said you wanted me in you all day... This will keep my come inside you. Don't take it out."

Kurt stared at him disbelievingly, and then Blaine pushed it further in - and Kurt cried out. It'sthick, dammit.

"I mean it," Blaine said commandingly. "Leave it in until I - or someone else, I suppose - takes it out."

Kurt nodded weakly, and Blaine helped him out of bed and into his shower. After Kurt washed himself, he got dressed in yesterday's clothes.

Blaine watched Kurt pulling on his shoes, and saw him wince.

"How does it feel?"

"It's… very full," Kurt admitted. "Also… strange."

"Enjoy it," Blaine said amusedly. He stepped close and took Kurt's lips in a slow, passionate kiss. "I'll see you later."

When Kurt first sits down, the plug shifts inside him - and presses against his prostate. Kurt bites his lip and moves, trying to change the angle. Even though he succeeds, he stays half hard for the rest of History class... The plug is thick inside him and he just can't stop thinking about having Blaine's cock inside of him.

But he's strong, and he manages to take notes, albeit with a shaky hand. The longer he goes, the better he's able to concentrate, ignore the steady pressure of the plug, and stop thinking about Blaine fucking him goddammit!

Kurt gets through his morning classes, and is finally walking towards the cafeteria and he's hungry enough to eat a horse, he never had breakfast... He has to move slowly and steadily so as to keep the plug from moving too much, when someone takes his arm and pulls him into an empty classroom.

"Good morning Kurt."

"Hey Wes," Kurt says breathily.

Wes' eyes flash, and he pulls Kurt to him, one hand wrapping behind him to press against his crack, tracing down towards…

"Oh!" Kurt moans, and practically collapses in Wes' arms as Wes pushes on the plug, make him instantly harden.

"Blaine told me about the plug," Wes says, his eyes wide with awe as he slides to the floor. "I want to see."

Kurt just gapes down at him as Wes undoes his belt, spins Kurt around, and pulls down his pants. Wes pushes him towards the teacher's desk, and Kurt grabs it just as Wes yanks down his briefs.

"Fuck," Wes chokes. He stares at the black plug in Kurt's asshole.

"Please do something," Kurt gasps. He's hard again, and he just needs something.

Wes gripped the base of the plug and twisted it. Kurt keened loudly in response, falling forward onto the desk.

Feeling rather smug, Wes began to move the plug in and out. Kurt pushed back against it - the base of the plug within him was so thick…

"Yeah," Kurt stammered. "S'good, ahhh."

Wes just watched him shivering, and knew right then that he needed more. He pulled the plug out, ignoring Kurt's whining, and plunged forward.

"Mmmph!" Kurt managed to muffle his shriek by shoving his own fist into his mouth.

Wes had slipped three fingers inside of him. The feel of Kurt contracting around his carefully crooked fingers had Wes moaning helplessly.

Carefully, he spread his fingers, and leaned in to look at Kurt's tiny hole… And couldn't help what he did next.

Wes licked carefully at Kurt's opening, causing another muffled groan to escape from Kurt's mouth. He slowly rimmed the soft skin of Kurt's ass with the tip of his tongue, drawing noise after noise from above him.

He slowly moved forward, his tongue slipping inside, tasting Kurt, sharp and musky and bitter? Wes suddenly realized that the last taste was Blaine's come.

Fuck that was hot, Wes thought dizzyingly. He lapped at Kurt's hole as he carefully stretched his fingers out. Kurt was shoving against him, trying to get more, so Wes obliged.

Kurt was dizzy and very, very close. How could he not be? Wes was fucking him with his tongue, and it was wet and flexible and long and flicking and lapping and how did he know how to do that so perfectly?

Trembling, Kurt knew he could come from just Wes' tongue and fingers... Then Wes drew out, leaving him completely empty.

"Wes - what?" Kurt mewled miserably. Then Wes was hauling him by the hand over to the teacher's chair. Wes unbuckled his own pants as he sat back and pulled Kurt in.

He kissed him, scorching hot, and Kurt returned it wantonly. Then Wes was letting him go, and turning him around to sit on his -

"Oh," Kurt said, surprised and glad that Wes pulled him onto his cock, guiding the head right inside him. Wes finished his tug gently, allowing Kurt to sink more slowly onto his cock.

Kurt was still wet and slick from earlier - the plug had kept it inside him - but it felt dryer and hotter than when Blaine had taken him this morning.

"After I come in you," Wes groaned lowly. "The plug is going back in, understand?"

"Yes," Kurt mewled. Wes' hands gripped his hips, and raised him up an inch before dropping him back down.

Fuck, Wes was so much stronger than he'd imagined, Kurt thought even as he moaned desperately.

It burned so good. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut as he rocked back and forth on the hard cock inside him.

"Hey," Wes said suddenly. "Room one fifty four. Now."

Kurt turned his head in confusion and saw Wes had his phone up to his ear.

"Trust me, you're going to come -" Wes' arm wrapped around Kurt's chest and lifted him up before dropping him on his cock again, striking right against his prostate, and Kurt cried out. Wes yanked him backwards until Kurt's head fell back on his shoulder.

"Say hi to David, Kurt," Wes said with a smile, holding the phone to Kurt's ear.

"H - hi," Kurt gasped. Wes rolled his hips, and Kurt shivered. "Oh yes, David, I'm fine!" He shrieked the last word as Wes grabbed his cock and began stroking it. "Oh, please Wes - ahhhmore…"

Wes chuckled and abruptly closed his phone before tossing it onto the desk.

"Just the right size for this," Wes mused as he rolled his hips slowly. Kurt was indeed just the right height and weight to be sitting on his lap for this.

"Mmm," Kurt agreed. Wes fit inside of him very nicely.

It didn't seem like long before David burst in the door, closing it behind him before turning and freezing when he first saw Kurt and Wes.

"Hello, David," Wes said calmly, and Kurt wanted to hit him for being able to sound like that when Kurt was moaning every other second.

David licked his lips and slowly walked towards them, taking in the way Kurt stroked his own cock now, the sheer strength Wes exhibited by raising Kurt up and dropping him back down over and over, the dark way Wes was looking at him, and the way Kurt's head fell weakly back on Wes' shoulder.

Wes' breath was suddenly shaky in Kurt's ear, and Kurt wondered at it, because he hadn't done anything different.

Oh, well! Kurt had looked back, and saw David was opening his pants and taking himself in hand -that's what had done it. Kurt glanced at Wes and realized he was riveted to David, even as he pounded into Kurt.

David walked closer, and Kurt reached to grab his cock, squeezing it and making him moan. David leaned to kiss Kurt, and when he pulled back, looked at Wes nervously.

Kurt grabbed David's shirt and yanked him closer, moving his head out of the way so David and Wes could kiss. It wasn't just how hot they looked - it was the way Wes sighed and David gasped as their lips finally met that turned Kurt on - they sounded so desperate for each other. He bit his lip and watched their kiss slowly gaining in passion. They'd done this before, Kurt thought, and then realized he must be right - after all, they'd had an initiation into the Warblers as well.

Wes was just rocking into him now, and Kurt whined with displeasure. He leaned forward, grabbing the edge of the desk for support, and took charge of the movements. Wes whimpered into the kiss, and David just stroked the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

He hadn't tasted Wes in so long - but more importantly, David hadn't forgotten just how he tasted, just how he liked David to grab his hair, just how damn gorgeous he was all the fucking time.

"David," Wes gasped.

"I've got you," David whispered, and kissed him even deeper.

Wes couldn't believe it - Kurt was so hot around him, and David was finally here again, and he came, silent and shaking, kissing David forcefully as he shot his load deep inside of Kurt.

Kurt groaned and began to fist his own cock, trying desperately to come.

"David - you see that?" Wes finally murmured. David saw what he was pointing to, and inspected the black butt plug.

"Kurt is going to continue wearing this," Wes announced, smug in his post-coital mode. "For all of today. Now he has my come - and Blaine's in him. David - do you want to be too?"

David stared at the plug, then at Kurt, who was still stroking himself frantically on Wes' lap.

"Yes."

Wes chuckled.

"All right, Kurt," he said soothingly, and patted the boy's back as David raised him off of Wes' softened cock.

David kissed him briefly before pushing him over the desk. Kurt sighed as he leaned forward on his arms, his weight shifting onto the desk.

Two fingers slipped easily into him.

"He's full of your come, Wes." David realized breathlessly. "So fucking hot…"

"He's ready for your cock," Wes said lowly.

"You okay with this?" David asks Kurt, just to be sure.

"Please do it already," Kurt whimpers.

David obliges, guiding his cock into Kurt's hole, and hissing as he presses into him.

"Kurt, you're so hot inside, so wet."

Kurt groans. David's cock is shorter than Wes', but much thicker, and its a bit of a strain to take him.

"Please," he breathes.

"Please, what?" David asks, moving much too slowly for Kurt's liking. "What do you need?"

The words tumble out so easily that Kurt astonishes himself.

"Please fuck me hard!"

"Jesus, Kurt," David groans, and his hips buck into Kurt automatically. It feels so good, and soon he's fucking him with sharp, fast, thrusts. "Fuck, I'm sorry, you're going to be sore…"

"Don't care," Kurt mewls. David's cock is sublimely good inside him, and he needs to come so David absolutely isn't allowed to stop.

"You will," David groans, but despite his warning he can't stop himself. Kurt's body just sucks him in, and he can't believe that its this good.

Wes is behind him, biting on his neck, and David moans as his hands grip Kurt's hips hard.

"So fucking hot, the two of you," Wes says amazedly. "Look at the way you just slide into him, David."

"I am," David chokes. Kurt's tiny little asshole swallows up his big cock like a pro, even though David knows Kurt just lost his virginity last night.

"I love your cock," Wes purrs in David's ear. "So big and sexy. Haven't gotten to see it in so long, David. Going to need to see it again. Might need you to fuck me, what do you say, tonight?"

David can't form words to tell Wes how hot that makes him, he just fucks Kurt for all he's worth. Wes' dirty words and Kurt's nonstop moans are bringing him to the edge far more quickly than he thought…

"Close, so close, Wes!" David gasps. "Come on, Kurt."

Kurt moves one hand off the desk to grab his cock, stroking as David thrusts within him, hard and deep as he can.

"Fuck, fuck," Kurt cries, and its the image Wes gave him - of David pinning Wes to his bed, fucking him hard, like David's fucking him now - that tips him over. He comes all over the desk, almost whiting out for a minute.

Kurt feels like a hot vise around him, and its not going to take much more, David knows. Then Wes' hand is slipping into his pants and pushing against his hole, and David lets out a harsh yell.

"Wes," he begs. "More."

Wes murmurs soothingly, and he slowly pushes a dry finger into David.

"Remember this?" Wes says, his voice like velvet.

"Yes, yes, do me," David gasps, shoving deep into Kurt while Wes fucks him with his finger.

"So tight around me," Wes croons, and finds David's prostate. "So good, David."

David's head bows, his eyes closing as he races towards the edge, fucking back and forth between the two hot boys, going as fast as he can until he comes, hard and deep inside of Kurt's willing body.

"Yes, god, Kurt, WES!"

Kurt groans as he feels David's warmth inside of him. David pulls out slowly, kissing his back gently, and then Wes moves quickly, pressing the plug back inside Kurt before any of their come can drip out.

The plug is a bit chilly, and Kurt shivers. He feels fuller than earlier - after all, he now has Wes andDavid's come inside of him along with Blaine's.

He's fucked three different boys today. The thought makes Kurt feel delightfully naughty, and his body tingles happily.

"Damn," David breathes, and touches the plug, pressing gently. Kurt groans at that - he's incredibly sensitive, and David isn't helping. Wes chuckles as he takes out some tissues and wipes Kurt's semen off the desk.

Kurt leans on the desk again as David fulfills his own curiosity, playing with the plug. If he hadn't just come magnificently, Kurt might be getting hard again because David sounds so awed, sofascinated as he tells Kurt just how hot he is like this.

Wes is fully dressed again, and when David finishes inspecting the toy inside Kurt, Wes helps Kurt get dressed as well.

Kurt is feeling very pleased with himself. He feels good, and free - he can have fantastic orgasms if he wants to... Nobody's here to stop him, or put him down for liking it up the ass.

When Kurt's eyes are able to focus again, he sees Wes and David kissing slowly, arms wrapped tightly around each other. David is still shirtless, and Wes can't seem to stop stroking his skin.

"Well, you boys have fun," Kurt says happily, and heads off with a bounce in his step - until he remembers the plug, and quickly slows down.

"Bye Kurt," Wes and David call out together, both rather breathless. As Kurt walks through the door, he glances back and sees them starting to kiss again.

Kurt runs a hand through his hair as he walks to the cafeteria. He fills up a plate and goes to sit with the Warblers. All of them look at him, taking in the way Kurt's hair is messed, his lips red and cheeks flushed, and of course, the way he stinks of sex.

"Hey Kurt," Greg winks at him. "I hear you're having a good day. Still up for a study session with James and I tonight?"

"Probably will be by then," Kurt says boldly. "Anything I should bring?"

"Besides your homework?" Greg asks innocently. "Oh, just a sense of… adventure."

"Oh," Kurt grins. "Trust me. I've got that in spades."