In the end the evening had been magical. 
 
Dinner had been a laughing mess of storytelling, every Hudmel wanting to fill Blaine in on what their lives entailed and how Kurt fit into it.  Blaine smiled and laughed, turning his smitten gaze on Kurt so often that everyone in the room knew they were seeing something special happen before them.  Seeing their boy be loved and love in return.  Kurt developed a semi-permanent blush and informed them all that he wasn’t speaking to them, under any circumstances, for the rest of their lives.  It would’ve been much more serious if he hadn’t been grinning like a Cheshire cat when he said it.
 
Blaine wasn’t left out in the embarrassment part, though; as Elora wanted to know everything about him right down to how he picked his favorite shoes.  She had gotten her hug as soon as Blaine was in the doorway and had become smitten; insisting that she sit next to him at dinner and, later, in his lap while opening presents.  They were fast friends, chattering together and inspecting the perfection of the Christmas decorations and the food.  Finn caught Kurt’s eye during dinner and motioned to the scheming duo before giving Kurt a subtle thumbs up.  Carole caught this interaction and Kurt saw her nod her head in assent as well.
 
Kurt saw them fall in love with Blaine and he inexplicably fell even harder for this gentle, talented man.
 
They made it through presents, oohing and ahhing, Elora perched on Blaine’s lap with a pile of presents below her.  They sat in Burt’s leather easy chair as Burt passed out the presents, ho-ho-ho’ing all the while.  When the time came, Kurt waited curiously as Blaine was handed a small box.  Blaine gasped in surprise and his eyes flew to Kurt’s who only said, “It’s from my family – I don’t even know what it is yet!  Open it!” 
 
Kurt leaned in as Blaine delicately opened the gift, careful not to tear or maim any of the wrappings.  It contained a small brown box, about 10 inches long and 2 inches deep.  Elora’s deep blue eyes watched as he gently opened the box.  Inside were two pieces of paper and a pack of guitar picks.  On one piece it said, “Blaine, we know it isn’t much, but we are so glad to have you here today.  Thank you for making our son so very happy.  Love, Burt and Carole”.  Kurt could see Blaine shaking, trying hard to hold it together, as he opened the other paper and found a gift certificate to the used record store in town, made out to him, with the inscription, “Kurt said that you had a thing for old vinyl – let’s talk.  –Burt”. Kurt looked up quickly at his dad and saw that both he and Carole were smiling broadly with Finn and Harmony next to them in exactly the same state.
 
Apparently he had been talking about Blaine a lot.
 
He tore his gaze away from his family and looked to Blaine, who was explaining his present to Elora.
 
“I know what records are!” she said excitedly.  “Grandpa Burt has them in his attic!  We go up there and have dance parties!  Blaine, will you have a dance party with us?!”
 
Blaine glanced at Kurt, his face a mixture of complete awe and overwhelming glee before answering, “Oh, I would LOVE to have a dance party with you, Elora, but I think we may need to wait just a couple of days for all of these Christmas shenanigans to calm down first.  There are presents to be passed out and opened, you know!” He lowered his voice conspiratorially and continued, “You know what my favorite part is, right?”
 
She played right along, hunching her shoulders and going wide-eyed.
 
“No, Blaine, what’s your favorite part?”
 
“Giving presents, Elora.  I love to pick out a present that is juuuust right for a person, be excited about giving it to them, watch them open it, and see their face light up.  It’s the best part…that light.  Because you know you made that person happy.  It makes ME happy to see them like something I did for them.  Now that I know you better maybe I can pick something for YOU the next time I see you.”
 
Elora lost the pretense of conspiracy and shouted, “Really?  OH YAY!” and hugged him yet again.
 
If Kurt had had any doubts before this night that his plans and feelings were wrong all qualms were washed away seeing Blaine with his family.  He was struck for the second time that this was not a show.  This was Blaine.  And by god he wasn’t going to let him go anywhere.
***
 
After all the presents had been packed away into bags to take home or put into bedrooms to be sorted and put away, Finn, Harmony, and Kurt had helped Carole and Burt clean up the kitchen while Elora slept peacefully on Blaine’s lap in the living room.  Her eyes had gotten heavy and she had leaned down “to rest” she said before succumbing to sleep, exhausted by the excitement.
 
Blaine had beamed up at Kurt and then turned his attention to Harmony and Finn saying, “Is this okay with you? I mean, I don’t mind if she sleeps here, I just…”
 
Harmony had stood and walked over to Blaine, gently touching his shoulder as she replied, “It’s fine with us if it’s okay with you, Blaine.  Tell us if she gets too heavy or you get uncomfortable, okay?  Finn, let’s get a move on with those dishes!”
 
Burt, Carole, and Finn had filed out of the room and Kurt had glanced at the door, unsure of what to do.  Blaine could tell he was torn and said, “It’s okay, Kurt.  I’m fine here.  Go be with your family and help them out.”  Kurt smiled softly at that, and reached down to kiss Blaine’s slightly stubbled cheek before pulling back to look into his amber eyes.
 
“I love you,” Kurt had said.
 
“And I, you,” Blaine replied, blowing Kurt a kiss.
 
Kurt had left, then, to help his family.  He entered the kitchen, grabbed a towel and started to dry the pots and pans Finn was stacking in the drainer as Burt loaded dishes and silverware into the dishwasher and Carole packed up leftovers.
 
Harmony was manning the sink and turned to Kurt to whisper, “Ok, I love him.  I mean, honestly, Kurt.  He is amazing.  I think my daughter wants us to adopt him, but he’s a tad old for that.”
 
Finn snorted and then nodded, saying, “Honestly, dude.  I know you said he was great and were talking about him a whole lot.  But, man.  He is really awesome.”
Carole and Burt glanced at each other with a knowing look, and continued on with their respective jobs.  Kurt felt like the smile on his face was permanently etched there as he breathed out his answer.
 
“I know.  Trust me, I know.  Is it weird that I love him?  I’ve only known him a month.  Who knows they love someone at a month, you guys?” Kurt turned and opened the high cupboard, replacing the ham pan.  They were getting close to the end of things if he was putting that away.
 
Burt chuckled and replied, “Kurt, don’t you remember how it was with Carole here?  I loved her the day you introduced us in that classroom.  Oh, I didn’t tell her that, but I knew. And so did you, if I recall.”
 
Carole smiled warmly and wrapped her hands around her husband’s waist from behind; setting her chin on his arm so she could see her boys.
 
“And I loved him…but I didn’t want to say so because I didn’t want to scare him away!  A good man is hard to find, Kurt, and you have found one.  C’mon everyone, let’s finish this up so everybody can settle in for the night.”
 
***
 
“So is it okay to say that I am incredibly nervous?”
 
They were five minutes from Blaine’s, his car hugging the curves of the road between Kurt’s house and his, the road awash with light from the full, perfect moon. It was a clear night, incredibly bright, and the snow glimmered and flashed as they drove through Westerville.
Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine’s hand, both of them resting on the armrest between them, and responded.
 
“No expectations, remember?  I just want to be with you, next to you, sleep with you tonight.  No worries.  Besides, I’m the one who’s nervous.”
 
Blaine barked out a nervous laugh, voice incredulous.  “What?  WHY?”
 
Kurt smiled as Blaine’s shoulders relaxed.  “Because now I actually AM contemplating making off with your virtue and I may very well ruin it for you forever…”
 
“If I’m ruined it will only be because I won’t want to be with anyone else after being with you,” Blaine replied, smirking.
 
Kurt feigned irritation.  “NO EXPECTATIONS!  God!  That’s it – we’re sleeping in twin beds like a 50’s sitcom and wearing four pairs of pajamas because the pressure is going to kill me!”
 
Blaine eyed him slyly and playfully responded, voice low, “Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to like the pressure.”
 
Kurt turned to him, actually shocked, eyes wide and face red.  Blaine glanced at him and laughed, “Oh my god!  I made YOU blush!  SUCCESS!” and he patted the steering wheel with his unoccupied hand.
 
“Payback’s a bitch, Anderson,” Kurt laughed, feeling his body swathed in warmth even as the cold crept along the seams of the car.
 
***
 
They parked in the garage, Blaine retrieving Kurt’s overnight bag amidst Kurt’s insistence that he “could get it himself, he’s been a big boy now for years…” when secretly he hid his blush again because he was so in love with this man it physically hurt.
 
Blaine lifted Kurt’s bag to his shoulder and unlocked the mudroom door, stopping Kurt with his hand.
 
“Wait.  I want you to close your eyes, okay?  I promise I won’t let you like, trip and fall to your doom or something.  Just trust me on this, okay?”
 
Kurt complied, shutting his eyes and reaching for Blaine’s free hand.  Blaine led him into the mudroom and put down Kurt’s bag, bending to unlace and remove Kurt’s boots (and Kurt thought, Yeah, that shouldn’t be so hot…but it was) and then toeing off his own.  With his hands free he could cover Kurt’s eyes, so he did; leading them through what Kurt knew to be the spacious kitchen to the grand living room. 
Blaine’s chin was right on his shoulder, his lips inches from his ear, when he removed his hands, placing them on Kurt’s hips, and whispered, “Okay.  Open.”
 
The previously mausoleum-like room had been transformed.  Red, white, and silver decorations accented it all simply yet elegantly, turning the room into a warm, Christmas-y den.  Everything glistened from the white lights illuminating the room’s centerpiece – a tall intricately decorated pine festooned with silver tinsel and bows.  Kurt gazed around in wonder, knowing that this was done for him.
 
“Blaine. It’s beautiful.” Kurt sighed, turning in his arms to hold him close and thank him properly. As Kurt reached up to kiss him, though, Blaine pulled back slightly and said, “Wait, there's one more thing I want you to see. Then I'm all yours, okay?
 
Kurt nodded, unbelieving. There's something ELSE? He followed Blaine around the tree to the unlit fireplace on the opposite wall. He saw what Blaine was leading him to; what had been obscured by the tree's voluminous branches.
 
“So,” started Kurt lamely.
 
“That one's obviously mine, I've had it forever,” Blaine said in a rush, hoping that his plan wasn't too over the top. “And that one's yours to keep. It doesn't need to stay here because that would be...really presumptuous of me But...but if you're lucky maybe it'll be filled in the morning.”
 
Kurt eyed the stockings hanging from modern-looking silver teardrop hangers. One was obviously well-loved, seemed to have been hand-knitted, and had the name BLAINE worked into the yarn. It had green and red stripes and looked like an old-fashioned elf stocking. Someone had put love into making it for a little boy long, long ago.
 
The other stocking was made up of a hundred different little swatches of fabric but all in greys, blacks, and silvers. Black buttons of varying sizes had been stitched on along random seams and along the top. It screamed Kurt.
 
“My grandmother made mine. And Santana and Brittany helped with yours.” Blaine commented as Kurt continued to stare.
 
Kurt took a step back and swiftly turned to Blaine. “Wait, you MADE that?”
 
Blaine ducked his head and shuffled where he stood. “Well, yeah. Presents mean a lot more if you make them and they didn't mind helping, so...anyway. The colors were the ones I had seen you wear and the buttons reminded me of the sweater you wore the night you came to hear me play, so I added those, too. I'm not really someone who can sew, though, so don't get any ideas that I can...”
 
Kurt did lean in then, sliding his fingers up Blaine's neck and into his hair, bringing his mouth to Blaine's. So much want spilled out, over, and around them as the kiss deepened and their bodies pressed urgently to each other. Kurt felt Blaine's hands on his back, tracing through the holes in his vest, his fingertips branding through the thin material of his shirt. He wanted to tell Blaine's hands on his skin, and he forced himself to stop the kiss, pull his mouth away long enough to ask, “Can we take this upstairs?”
 
“Oh my god, yes. Please.” came Blaine's reply.
 
Kurt slipped his hands down to cup Blaine's ass in his hands and said, “Oh, no. Begging already. This is not a good sign.”
 
Blaine responded with a groan and hid his face in Kurt's shirt. A muffled question came through, “Complete honesty, right?”
 
Kurt glanced down, confused. “Yes?”
 
Blaine left his head down. “I am so not going to make it through this night if you talk that way,” he said as he rocked his hips deliberately once against Kurt's.
 
OH. Kurt thought.
 
He pulled Blaine back to look him in the eyes. “Follow me, I have a plan that may convince you otherwise,” and he pulled Blaine out of the room and to the bottom of the stairs.
 
Blaine looked up at the steps, confused as to why they hadn't started to ascend them.
 
“So Blaine, these are beautiful steps, are they marble?”
 
Blaine had to laugh. “Uh, yes. Why?” and then he shivered at Kurt's fingertips being dragged through his hair.
 
“Well because they are lovely but I am sure you don't really care about them much as they are just stairs. And there are far too many of them. Who could possibly wait that long to take off your clothes?”
 
Blaine turned to Kurt, smile playing at this lips. What is he going to do with this? Blaine thought and the nervousness that had been threatening him calmed.
 
Kurt returned the smile and finished his thought. “So. I believe that it is my right to unbutton one of your buttons for each stair that we have to take because it's really not fair for me to have to wait that long to see you naked.”
 
Blaine nodded his approval as Kurt advanced on him, putting up no fight as Kurt gently pushed the center of his chest until the backs of his heels touched the bottom stair.
 
“Ok. Up.” Kurt breathed, and Blaine felt the command go straight to his already rigid cock. He remembered not to be embarrassed though. What would happen would happen, but he trusted Kurt to love on him no matter what.
 
Blaine took one step back; Kurt popped his top button. Blaine sighed low and felt his legs start to tremble as Kurt drew his fingers down his stomach, over his waist, ghosting over the bulge in his pants eliciting a short moan from Blaine, to his thighs.
 
Jesus Christ, I'm not going to make it through this, thought Kurt, but he continued the game and said, “Again.”
 
Blaine took another step back, up. With Kurt still two steps below he now had to reach up to unbutton the second button.
 
And so they continued, Kurt slowly exposing Blaine's chest, the one he had seen and already worshipped, but was glad to meet again. When they reached the stair where the buttons were gone, Kurt unceremoniously removed it from Blaine, leaving it on the stairs. He nuzzled his face into the soft hair on Blaine's stomach and then began to spread open-mouthed kisses all over Blaine's exposed skin. He mouthed each rib, causing Blaine to giggle low in his throat and whisper; “tickles...” before moving on to the enticing bronze nipples he knew were so sensitive. He licked one, teasing, slowly, causing Blaine to moan louder and higher than before, the nice echoing off the high ceiling. Blaine didn't care. After mouthing his other nipple, Kurt began biting. Soft, gentle bites at first, Blaine shuddering above him, whispering, “fuck, I like that...I never...never knew I would like that, “as he made his way down Blaine's stomach, licking and biting, leaving his mark.
 
Kurt pushed him again, up another stair. He popped the button on Blaine's jeans and Blaine gasped in surprise.
 
“What? It's a button...although I think the next step may be the rule-breaker...” Kurt responded, pushing into Blaine's chest again, forcing him up the last step that mattered. Kurt glanced up at Blaine through his eyelashes, looking for any sign of resistance. He saw none, just Blaine's eyes blown black, his chest rising and falling quickly with need. He looked into Blaine's eyes as he pulled his grey slacks down and off, taking his socks with them and tossing everything to where his shirt lay quite a few steps down.
 
“So my stairs are a whole lot more exciting now...” Blaine murmured, looking down where Kurt stood transfixed, memorizing the lines of Blaine's body.
 
Kurt softly, gently put his fingertips on Blaine's ankles, surprising him and giving him a full-body shiver. He dragged his fingers up, tracing Blaine's legs, following them to the edge of his black boxer briefs and paused to bend down, licking and biting a line at the edge of the waistband, teasing.
 
He lifted his gaze to Blaine's, eyes searching. “May I?” he asked quietly.
 
Blaine groaned, shaking. “Please.”
 
“Always so polite,” murmured Kurt before reaching in and pulling out Blaine's cock, velvet smooth and slick hot in his palm, slowly stroking once, twice. Blaine bent slightly and exhaled through his teeth whispering, “Kurt...”
 
“Why don't you sit down?” he replied, continuing his strokes on that silky pink skin, drinking in Blaine's practically naked form.
 
“What...uuungh...here?” came Blaine's hurried response.
 
“Here,” replied Kurt, stilling his hand and guiding Blaine down to sit on the cold marble.
 
“Lean back,” Kurt prompted, placing his knees on a step two down from where Blaine sat, legs splayed open, elbows supporting him, staring Kurt down in earnest.
 
“Just...feel me, do whatever you want, talk to me. That way we both know where we're at here, okay?” Kurt questioned, barely restraining himself.
 
“Yeah, okay, but are you su-” started Blaine, but he cut off with a “Fuuuuuck, Kurt, oh my god, oh my god...” as Kurt took all of him into his mouth without warning.
 
Kurt knew Blaine wouldn't last long like this, but he couldn't help it. He licked at the underside of Blaine's (pretty damned beautiful) cock, sucking hard and lifting his head in long strokes. Blaine's voice raised and lowered in a litany of words, phrases and tiny messages of pleasure while Kurt stroked the base and gently palmed his balls, slipping his fingers back to massage the sensitive skin behind them. When Kurt applied gentle pressure there while twisting his mouth on his upstroke, Blaine yelled out his name prompting Kurt to moan around his cock. Blaine groaned, teeth gritted, and slipped his fingers lightly into Kurt's hair, massaging his scalp with his eager hands, and started to gently push and pull, retrieving some control.
 
Kurt pulled off, stroking Blaine quickly, murmuring, “I like it when you hold me, show me what you like...” and went right back down, arching Blaine's back with his skilled tongue. Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's head, guiding him faster and deeper, careful to listen for Kurt's breath but he was only met with moans, vibrating through him.
 
His voice was wrecked, broken, when he found himself close to the edge.
 
“Kurt...I...I love fucking your mouth...you're...so...fucking...good at this...Jesus I am so close...”
 
Kurt smiled, changing nothing, pressing, licking, applying pressure in all the right ways before Blaine stilled against him, coming into his mouth, over his lips, while keening low and long.
 
Kurt pulled back, smiling, as Blaine sat loose and sated, shell-shocked. He tucked Blaine back in and waited a few minutes while Blaine composed himself, standing up and situating himself behind Blaine, massaging the parts of his back that had been pressed into the stairs. Blaine turned to him, their mouths meeting, and groaned again when tasting Kurt's lips.
 
“I'm glad I know you love me because otherwise I would think you're trying to kill me,” he said after removing his mouth from Kurt's. “And I think it's my turn to play this game.
 
“Oh, really?” Kurt questioned, eyebrow arching. “You know it's not necessary for you to-”
 
Blaine turned quickly and pushed Kurt roughly back into the stairs, mouth inches from Kurt's.
 
“This night is about us, Kurt. And I want to feel you inside me. In more ways than one. So. Stand up,” he ordered.
 
Kurt was very happy to be getting rid of his pants.
 
***
 
They made their way up the rest of the stairs in much the same way only with Blaine removing clothes and worshipping Kurt's body. He had more to contend with what with that vest, and continued until Kurt found himself pressed up against the 2nd story hallway wall at the top of the stairs, naked, eyes shut tight and thanking every higher power he could think of that Blaine was a quick study.
 
Blaine even returned the favor and swallowed around Kurt as he came, arching back from the wall and breathing Blaine's name.
 
***
 
Blaine led them to his bedroom, opening the door for Kurt sweetly, his arm draped around Kurt's waist. There was no hurry, no urgency. Their game on the stairs had stilled their intensity if just for a moment.
 
Even this room was decorated, though subtly. Kurt smiled at this small kindness as Blaine led him to the bed, pausing only to remove his underwear. Kurt took in the sight of Blaine's body, completely naked finally, and preened with pleasure.
 
Blaine was all his.
 
He had broad shoulders, his chest lightly sprinkled with just enough hair that traveled downward, congregating by his navel, continuing to rest around that amazing cock. He was thin, but not overly so, with just enough muscle definition to make Kurt want to touch all over, all the time. He also had a beautiful back, lightly toned and whittling to his waist. His ass, though. Kurt could picture worshipping it for a long time to come. He thanked Blaine's parents privately for a moment for that ass.
 
With that in mind he made his way to join Blaine on the bed. They had talked about this a few nights ago, what they would need, and what experience Blaine did have with...this sort of thing. After softly talking about the things Kurt liked and what he did to pleasure himself he had gotten Blaine to open up. He now knew that Blaine was no stranger to anal play...it was just limited to self-pleasure. They were both incredibly frustrated at the end of that conversation and were keenly aware of what the other would be doing as soon as they said their goodbyes...so they just didn't say goodbye.
 
It was a lovely way to go to bed that night...although it paled in comparison to this evening so far.
 
The covers to Blaine's bed are already folded down, inviting them in. Blaine eased onto the bed, eyes locked with Kurt's, waiting.
 
He was shaking a little.
 
Kurt rubbed his palms up and down Blaine's arms, legs, his stomach. Blaine let out a breath, eyes wandering over Kurt's body.
 
“What is it?” Kurt asked, worry tingeing his voice. He wanted to make this so right for Blaine, so achingly right.
 
“I want you,” he growled, voice low, muscles taut. “I want you so bad.”
 
“Beatles lyrics will get you everywhere, you know,” Kurt teased, voice a gentle purr, and Blaine pulled him down to kiss him, tongue thrusting and teeth grazing, a messy haze of blatent lust.
 
So much for curbing the intensity.
 
They kissed, their bodies twined, and hands explored while hips tried their best to still. Kurt pulled away and keened as their hips met for the first time, lava touch and sweet, sweet friction.
 
“Turn over.” Kurt demanded and Blaine's eyes widened, elated, as he quickly acquiesced.
 
Kurt took a moment to run his hands over Blaine's back, the planes of his shoulders, the soft small of it. He rewrote his path with his tongue, taking care to nip and bite at shoulder blades and spine, extracting a soft moan from the fluffy curls above him.
 
He moved his body upward, ghosting over Blaine's back with his body, allowing his hardened cock to graze the muscles of Blaine's backside. Blaine turned his head to gaze at Kurt as he spoke surely, quietly. “Can I taste you now? Open you up to me?”
 
“I am so ready for that,” Blaien replied, whispering. “Kurt, before we start I want you to know...it's your choice for protection or not. I know you're safe. I'm safe. I know it's not smart but...I just want to feel you and only you inside me. I trust you...but...if you're not ready for that, I understand.”
Kurt stilled, shocked. He wanted this – god he wanted this – but it was new. All of this was new. His heart aching, needing to please Blaine with every fiber in his body. Wanting to pour all the admiration, desire, and love he had for this man into his pleasure.
 
“Alright,” was all he said, though, and “just tell me if something hurts or if you don't like it...I want to please you so much, Blaine.”
 
With that he quickly moved lower on the bed, his hands tracking Blaine's body until they spread his legs wider, putting Blaine at Kurt's mercy. Kurt spread him open, biting each muscle hungrily, letting Blaine know where he was heading with this.
 
***
Blaine groaned, feeling Kurt's tongue flick against him for the first time, opening him up, stroking against him in the dirtiest way.
 
He felt fucking amazing.
 
He grabbed the sheets in his hands and pulled, moaning, as Kurt tightened his grip on his ass and plunged his hardened tongue into his ass. His whole body was alight, screaming at him to take Kurt, pull him inside Blaine and make him come.
 
Blaine couldn't believe he had told Kurt not to use a condom...he had been thinking it for weeks but thought he would be to nervous to say it. But he had..and he hoped.
 
He was so hard, so hot against the sheets, his asshole being fucked by Kurt's gorgeous tongue. Finally. He felt like sobbing with release it was so fucking good. He realized he should probably tell Kurt that.
 
“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt...I love your mouth. FUCK it's hot. I want you inside of me, jesusfuckingohholyshit...”
 
Blaine shook and rutted, coming apart at the seams. Kurt had reached the lube on the bedside stand and Blaine had missed him applying it to his fingers, and now he had one pushing slowly inside of Blaine and making slow thrusts.
 
He felt like he might go insane before Kurt was inside of him. His skin was going to split and the molten bits of him would scatter everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He was not too proud to beg right now.
 
“Kurt, please, more, please...jesus, I need more.” he moaned, needy and low.
 
“Fuck, Blaine, you are killing me right now...my cock is aching for you, you know that? You're so fucking hot like this...needy and wanting, begging me to take you. Just a little longer baby.” Kurt replied, fighting hard to keep control and make this special; fantastic for Blaine. He squeezed the base of his cock for good measure, reminding it that he had already come once tonight, thanks so much.
 
Two fingers, slick slide and clamping tightness, two men groaning, waiting, strung out, to connect.
 
Three fingers, faster and faster, Blaine's throaty whine as his hips snap against the mattress, straining to meet Kurt's aching fingers. He is ready, primed for Kurt, and Kurt knows, removes his fingers, saying, “Come back, turn over...I want to see you.”
 
Blaine responds, grabbing a pillow and placing it under him as Kurt angles his legs and knees, adjusting and lowering himself to suck Blaine's lip into his mouth, breathing him in.
 
“You're still sure?” he whispers against Blaine's lips.
 
“I have never been surer about anything, Kurt Hummel. Now fuck me, please, before I go absolutely insane.” Blaine replied, a laugh in his voice.
 
“Just being a gentleman...” Kurt replied, reaching for the lube and coating himself liberally.
 
“Kurt, I love you, but right now? I don't even care.” Blaine laughs and Kurt is right there. Right there, pushing firmly, holding him open and Blaine opens his mouth in a silent yell because damn that burns but Kurt stills, allowing him to adjust and then begins again...slowly, maddeningly making headway. Their eyes are locked, amber and blue rings stained with black. Blaine's face is a mask of concentration, eyebrows furl and unfurl, teeth on lips and quiet moans until Kurt is completely encased, filling Blaine up and aching to move.
 
“Blaine...are you...fuck you are so tight...fuck...” Kurt begins before biting Blaine's shoulder causing the other man to give a low moan,. “Are you alright? Can I...can I move?”
 
Blaine just nods, capturing Kurt's lips before he gently pulls back just the smallest bit. Blaine's chest is going to explode, his skin a forest fire, his whole body singing.
 
“Move, Kurt, oh my god, move,” he whispers, craving more.
 
Kurt does as he's told, starting slowly, gently...Blaine rocking and keening beneath him, begging him, “more, more, please Kurt, give me more...ohhhh my GOD....rightthere...there...THERE...”
 
And Kurt's found it, angled Blaine's hips, fingerprints embedded like a brand, hitting him hard where his core comes undone.
 
Blaine's been torn apart and pulled back together over and over...his body screaming Kurt's name and his lips repeating it like an anthem. He bites back on the dull pain of it and take Kurt harder, deeper, willing his body to obey and capture this torturous sweetness.
 
Kurt's keening, rocking above him as Blaine feels his body reaching the edge, racing closer and closer.
 
“Kurt...Kurt you're gonna make me...ohmygodImgoingtocome...fuck...I'm...” and that's all because he's over and under, unhinged and unbridled, bucking against Kurt and gripping his ass as Kurt continues opening him up, taking everything he has been offered, everything Blaine has to give, spinning, spiraling.
 
Blaine finds his voice again, the shocks of his orgasm subsiding, feeling the slick pull of Kurt inside him, spurring Kurt on.
 
“Kurt...”
 
Kurt moans, relishing this heat, this blind fucking need to be inside of Blaine, part of him, never wanting to leave him. The love of Blaine. His eyes search out Blaine's, tethering him, and he comes, Blaine's words enveloping him, steadying him, his lips dripping Blaine's name.
 
***
 
Time passes.
 
Bodies untangle.
 
Gentle cleanup and lazy kisses lead to exhausted bodies
 
retangling for sleep...
 
...a voice in the dark.
 
“Not to sound uncouth, but...I fucking love you, Kurt Hummel.”