“I’m so sorry, Kurt, so sorry,” Blaine mumbled, pressed into Kurt’s chest as the older boy’s arms wrapped around his trembling form. “I asked you to never leave me, and now here I am preparing to disappear tomorrow.”

“Shh, Blaine, it’s okay,” whispered Kurt into Blaine’s curls, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “We knew this day would come. You are so strong and so brave. Just remember to think of me out there on the battlefield.”

Blaine sniffed and blinked away his tears, pulling away from Kurt far enough to look into his calming eyes. The slightest tinge of fear dusted around the edges of the ocean blue of Kurt’s gaze, but Blaine knew it was a natural reaction to the situation. Unlike himself, Kurt was not a warrior Prince. He did not know what awaited them on the battlefield, so the unknown brought on the fear.

“I love you,” Blaine said. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”

“It won’t be forever,” Kurt whispered, using his sleeve to dab at the tears on his own face.

“It’ll be a very long time before we will see each other again,” Blaine murmured, ducking his head and burying his face in Kurt’s neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent that had drawn him in for years.

“Then we’ll make the most of tonight,” Kurt breathed into Blaine’s ear, his lips brushing against the shell and tickling slightly.

At the implication of Kurt’s words, Blaine felt his lungs inhale sharply of their own accord. He turned his head and captured Kurt’s lips in a soft kiss, tugging lightly on his lower lip before teasing Kurt’s mouth open with his tongue. Tilting his head to the side, he deepened the kiss and explored the roof of the other boy’s mouth.

Their breathing had become quick and shallow when Blaine finally broke away, gasping loudly. Without a word, Kurt moved his mouth to suck on the skin where Blaine’s neck and shoulder met. Kurt bit down lightly on the skin when Blaine moaned into the darkness and clutched him more tightly, and then dragged his tongue along the blossoming mark and blew softly on it.

Blaine whimpered and let his head fall back as Kurt trailed his lips up the side of his neck, dragging his lower lip along his jaw and planting a barely-there kiss on the corner of Blaine’s mouth. 

With an animalistic growl in the back of his throat, Blaine tangled a hand in Kurt’s perfectly coifed hair and wrapped his other arm around his waist, pulling him towards the feather bed. When the back of Kurt’s knees hit the edge of the bed, they collapsed backwards in a tangled heap, all heaving chests and roaming hands.

Blaine gathered Kurt in his strong arms and lifted him up to the head of the bed so Kurt could rest back on the mountain of pillows. As rebellious as ever, Blaine’s sheets tangled around his legs as he pressed Kurt into the mattress. With an impatient whine, Kurt pulled Blaine’s face back towards his and they began to kiss again, this time with a fiery desperation and insatiable hunger. They kissed open-mouthed, all clicking teeth and gulps of air. 

“Blaine!” Kurt cried out in ecstasy when Blaine began to palm Kurt’s erection through his thin pants. “Touch-touch me, p-please,” Kurt gasped.

Blaine groaned and suddenly there was a fumbling race to see who could get the other’s clothes off faster. It became a draw when they lay fully naked, Kurt’s legs wrapped around Blaine’s waist, their fully-hard cocks lined up against their stomachs.

Kurt began to roll his hips up off the bed, searching desperately for friction, but Blaine stilled him with two steady hands on his naked hips. 

Blaine looked longingly at Kurt, who returned the dark-eyed, hooded gaze with fervor.

“Have you ever...?” Blaine’s voice was deep and scratchy, and it was the sexiest thing Kurt had ever heard.

Kurt shook his head, knowing exactly what Blaine was referring to, and took one of Blaine’s hands in his own, leading him down to his entrance. “I trust you,” Kurt breathed.

Blaine felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of Kurt laying out before him naked, still moving his hips slightly in search of Blaine’s body. Blaine settled back on his heels between Kurt’s legs. Locking eyes, Blaine placed a hand on either of Kurt’s knees and spread his legs wider. Kurt complied, lifting his head to watch Blaine.

Experimentally, Blaine circled the tip of his finger around Kurt’s entrance. A soft groan caused him to look back up at Kurt, who was watching him with a gaze so heavy with lust, Blaine was sure he was implode if he kept looking back. Slowly, Blaine slid his finger inside of Kurt up to the knuckle.

A high keen met Blaine’s ears as Kurt dropped his head onto the pillows and titled his head back, a thick vein popping out in his neck.

“Am I hurting you?” Blaine breathed, panicking and making to slide his finger back out. Kurt reached down and locked his hand around Blaine’s wrist before he could.

“No, no,” Kurt gasped. “I-it... it just feels... really good, Blaine,” Kurt let go of Blaine’s wrist and let his arms fall back down to the silken sheets. “Oh my God.”

With the sounds Kurt was making as encouragement, Blaine twisted his finger inside of Kurt and thrust it in and out gently. Kurt’s breathing was coming in sharp pants as he twisted his head frantically from side to side.

“More,” he moaned.

Swallowing thickly and willing himself not to come right then at the sight of Kurt falling apart in front of him, Blaine pushed in a second finger. 

Kurt swore at the burn of the stretch, clutching the sheets in his fists on either side of his body.

“You can... you can move- oh!”

At Kurt’s words, Blaine had begun to scissor his fingers, thrusting them in and out of Kurt’s ass. Whimpering and clawing at the sheets, Kurt began to gyrate his hips, fucking himself on Blaine’s fingers.

“B-blaine, oh my God, oh my- oh!”

Blaine changed the angle of his fingers and crooked them slightly, rubbing against a bundle of nerves. Kurt let out a noise akin to a scream, and Blaine continued to rub the spot over and over, leaving Kurt a whimpering mess beneath him. At this point, both boys were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the sheets had begun to stick to Blaine’s thighs.

Reaching forward, Blaine used his other hand to stroke Kurt’s throbbing erection. Kurt turned his head into the pillow to muffle an obscene groan, and with a single look, Kurt warned Blaine that if he kept doing that, he would come right then. Blaine smirked slightly and pulled away. 

Seconds later, when Kurt demanded for more in a hoarse voice, Blaine added a third finger, wincing at the hiss of pain that escaped Kurt’s lips before receiving the demand to continue stretching him.

“Blaine, B-blaine, I n-need more, I need you inside me,” moaned Kurt and Blaine let out a choked groan at the desire in his voice.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving Kurt clenching around empty space and yearning to be filled again. Quickly, Blaine positioned himself in between Kurt’s hips. Pressing one hand to the inside of Kurt’s thigh, he spread his legs further apart, and then proceeded to lift the other and wrap it around his back.

With wide eyes, both boys stared at each other as Kurt clutched Blaine’s back securely.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine positioned the blunt head of his cock against Kurt’s entrance and then slowly pushed himself inside until his balls touched Kurt’s skin. 

Kurt exhaled sharply at the pain, blinking furiously at the tears that pricked at his eyes. Blaine bit his lip, unsure if he should pull out, but Kurt’s viselike grip on him would allow him to do no such thing.

Kurt was felt so tight and good around him, and he struggled to not start moving inside of him, not wanting to hurt Kurt, but unable to resist the wonderful feeling of being buried deep inside of Kurt. 

After listening to Kurt’s deep, deliberately even breaths for a full minute, he finally heard him whisper, “Move.”

And so he did, gently at first. He thrusted shallowly, allowing Kurt to fully get used to being so full. When he felt Kurt’s legs clench tighter around him, he began to roll his hips harder, Kurt bucking his hips up to match the thrusts. After a while, they built up a steady rhythm.

The air was punctuated with the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan or whisper, as well as the sound of skin sliding against skin. Blaine’s thrusts grew deeper, until he was sliding nearly all the way out of Kurt and the slamming back down into him. Kurt was writhing underneath him, and both of them could feel a steady warmth growing in their lower stomachs.

As the bed creaked and rocked underneath them, the boys gazed at each other with heady eyes, too caught up in the moment to even remember how to blink. Outside of their sphere of love making, the universe no longer seemed to exist. Every single problem floated away into the darkness alongside their thirsty breaths. There was love in every movement: in the press of their chests that fused their wildly beating hearts, in the intertwining of their trembling fingers, in the clench of muscles as they moved as one.

Blaine’s hips stuttered and he moaned softly, leaning down to kiss Kurt sweetly. Kurt tangled a hand in Blaine’s curls and kissed him back. The balanced give and take of their lazy kiss never faltered, even as the headboard began to thump dully against the stone wall and their movements became more sporadic.

“Kurt, I’m close, I... Jesus Christ,” Blaine groaned and saw lights popping in front of his eyes as he came. Kurt felt the heat spread inside of him from Blaine’s orgasm as he rode it out and then came not seconds later with a loud shout, thick spurts of cum spilling between their chests.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, too sleepy to care about the sticky mess all over their upper bodies. Kurt squirmed, too oversensitive to still have Blaine inside of him and Blaine obligingly pulled out, brushing his hand across Kurt’s forehead when he made a sound of displeasure at being so empty.

With tired limbs, they curled around each other’s naked bodies, foreheads touching and hands wrapped tightly around the other boy’s back.

Kurt sighed contentedly and pressed a delicate kiss to Blaine’s lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Mmm,” Blaine murmured, snuggling closer and pulling the thick blankets up around them. “I love you, too.”