He had spent the last week denying the fact that he was getting married- no, not getting married, forced into a unwanted relationship. He liked Blaine, of course he did, they were friends, but he never wanted to be wed to him. Maybe they could keep acting like friends, two people who had a mutual liking to one another, living in a house together. Hopefully Blaine would go along with that.

Right now, his husband seemed to be acting the complete opposite of shy. He laughed along with the jokes that his friends tossed at him, chatting up a storm with his people (which Kurt had to admit, seemed nice) and whispering in his brothers ear, having the elder man chuckle. Kurt felt as if he was out of place, but said nothing as he nodded when addressed and answered small yes or no questions.

Dinner was great, although Kurt didn’t eat much. He finished his freshly baked roll and waited patiently for everyone else to be finished. The choir sang sweetly for more than half of the evening, switching soloists constantly and throwing in a few group numbers. Kurt sang along quietly, facing his own friends, openly avoiding Blaine. Luckily, when the prince focused his attention back onto his husband, he didn’t say much. They danced once, Kurt ignoring Blaine’s plea for another one.

The wedding trailed on slowly for a few more hours, until the King and Queen thanked everybody for attending and supporting them. Kurt rolled his eyes, Mercedes joining him. Cooper stood with his parents and announced how happy he is, hinting that he would love to spend more time with his “baby brothers” husband. Burt, Carole and Finn were there, but said nothing.

The whole ceremony ended a few minutes later. Blaine took his husbands hand in his own - Kurt flinching away at first - and tugged him gently away from the large ballroom without any goodbyes to his friends or family.

The brunet only saw a glimpse of Blaine’s house when he had first walked in, but was immediately rushed into a back room (which looked like a large closet, to be honest), was dressed, and then pushed back into the ballroom and down an aisle. Right now, however, Blaine was pulling him along until the two of them reached a large, thick staircase. He listened as the shorter male told him to come up, letting go of his hand for the time being. Kurt haven’t realized how much he was shaking.

In the near distance, the sound of mumbles started to calm down, being replaced by tapping feet heading towards the front door. When Kurt reached the top step, everything from the first floor silenced. No more party, no more people. Just him, and Blaine.

Kurt’s heart suddenly ran, beating fast, as he came to a conclusion that he was now alone. Blaine had the King and Queen for him, but Kurt didn’t. None of his family are going to live with him, and certainly won’t be here for him now. Not to mention his friends, who had a lesser chance of staying by his side.

“You coming?” Blaine asked, and Kurt saw that he had subconsciously followed him down a long hallway and ended up at a door being held open.

“Yeah.” he stuttered in return, forcing heavy feet to keep moving.

Blaine, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He watched as his husband - husband!- walked slowly into his room. Once he stood in the middle of it, the prince went to go close and lock the door.

Kurt was looking around the room curiously, taking in all of the features. The wooden furniture, the expensive looking sheets and clothing spewed on the floor. A few toys, that appeared childish, were seated on top of a small table in the back corner. Blaine gestured to the end of the bed, and Kurt hesitantly sat down on it, the bed making little noise. His husband stood in front of him.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” Blaine spoke after a few soundless moments. Kurt couldn’t think of anything to say. He stayed quiet, staring a small piece of lint on the carpet lying by his feet. “I really cannot thank you enough for going through with this.”

/Not like I really had a choice, but you’re welcome/ Kurt thought bitterly, turning his head to the side to focus on an imaginary ant crawling on Blaine’s dresser. Blaine looked down at him, then soon up as he moved to kneel in front of the brunet. He gently gripped his husbands chin, turning it so that he was looking into blue eyes. The prince stroked the pale cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful...” he whispered before pulling the younger closer and pressing their lips together. The pressure didn’t last long, as the kiss was chaste, coming from a place of caring.

“Blaine,” Kurt spoke, the word coming out as a whimper. “I don’t want to do anything tonight.” he bit off the following /with you/ that was itching at the back of his throat.

“But, Kurt,” Blaine whined in reply. “I’ve been waiting forever for this. That week nearly killed me, but I respected you and waited until we were married.” he pressed a quick kiss to the brunet’s mouth. “I don’t think I could wait any longer.” he kissed him again, hands coming to rest on either side of Kurt’s hips. Blaine gently pried the others lips open with his tongue, feeling Kurt shake as the younger gripped his own thighs, fingers clutching fabric. He obediently opened his mouth wider, eyes shutting tight.

Blaine's tongue snaked its way around the brunet's mouth, sliding across the back of Kurt's teeth and up the inside of his cheeks. Kurt fingers gripped his legs harder, making the prince chuckle softly. Blaine sucked his husbands bottom lip in between his own, causing the already red flesh to become bruised. Blaine mentally smirked, kissing the other briefly before standing up. Kurt looked at him curiously.

"Just getting undressed." Blaine confirmed, making the taller of the two cringe. Blue eyes wandered down the tan body in front of him as Blaine unbuttoned his shirt, hurrying off of his shoulders and onto the floor. His shoes joined the forming pile, along with socks and crisp dress pants. He now stood in only his underwear, gesturing for Kurt to stand. The other did so.

"I don't really-" Kurt started to mumble, but cut himself off, /arguing won’t do anything/ he scolded himself. Kurt shyly grabbed onto the sash around his waist. Blaine was there in an instant, untying the small bow behind Kurt, loosening the sheer tunic. The brunet blushed as he peeled the shirt off of his body. Kurt’s flats were kicked off and then he stopped, fingers holding onto the waistband of his short pants.

Blaine finally noticed, through his haze, that Kurt wasn't moving. He briefly eyed the pale chest before covering his husbands hands with his own, ignoring the small jump of surprise, and slowly worked the pants down. They fell to the floor soundlessly.

Blaine suddenly pushed Kurt backwards, the back of the brunet's knees hitting the edge of the bed and causing him to tumble. Kurt squeaked, the bed making an /oof/ as he landed on his rear. He looked up at Blaine sheepishly. The prince had an unreadable expression where he hovered above the other, Kurt taking in his muscled, tanned chest. The brunet gulped.

Continuing to push his husband’s legs apart and his body back, Blaine placed himself in between Kurt’s thighs, the others back pressed against a pile of pillows. Leaning further forward, Blaine pressed their fronts together, chest to chest, groin to groin.

Kurt gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, turning his head away. Blaine grasped his chin - just a mere two seconds afterwards - nudging his hand away with his own forehead and connecting their lips again. The kiss was more urgent than the last. The brunet, not knowing what to do with his hands, shyly held onto Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine lowered himself as much as he could and started rocking his hips into Kurt’s. Kurt keened into his mouth, the prince moaning back at the vibrations.

Blaine was the first to pull away, latching his lips to his husbands neck The skin instantly turned an embarrassed pink, followed by specks of purplish red from where Blaine sucked. He painted the ovals down a hairless chest, briefly kissing a nipple (causing Kurt to hold back a whine) and continued until his mouth reached Kurt’s navel. Blaine pressed his lips to the skin around it, over it. The brunets legs were shaking from nervousness, especially when Blaine tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. He stopped when he felt Kurt’s upper body stiffen.

“You okay?” Blaine asked as he pulled away, looking into fearful blue eyes. Kurt wanted to smack him upside the head, yell at him that of course he wasn’t okay, but his body refused to move.

“I’m nervous...” he settled on saying, voice quiet.

“You’re a virgin, right?” Blaine asked, receiving a nod. He smirked. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to the younger males hip. “I’ll make this amazing for you.” Kurt felt the slow drag of his final piece of clothing being pulled down his legs. Blaine moved away once it was off and Kurt snapped his legs shut, hands coming to rest on his knees. Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow. “You’re going to be fine.” he said, dropping the clothing in his hand and taking the boys knees. He gently pried them apart again, Kurt quickly trying to cover himself up, failing to. “Just relax.” Blaine said into his ear softly.

Kurt was having a hard time trying to. He had never been naked in front of anybody before, excluding his parents when he was just a child. Finn, Derek, and a few of his girl friends have seen him shirtless, but always in some kind of clothing that covered his lower half. Even if Kurt was more confident with his body, he still wouldn’t have been able to stay still. He was nervous as fuck. Kurt never masturbated more than a handful of times, due to embarrassment. He didn't know what would happen, he wasn't experienced.

Taking a deep breath, Kurt stilled his wiggling the best he could, keeping his hands where they were. After a few minutes, Blaine took his wrists and pulled his arms away, placing them at his sides. Looking up at the prince, now nude, Kurt blushed deeply. He felt pressure on his cock where Blaine was once again pressed against, this time skin rubbing on skin. A unwanted, broken whiny moan fell from Kurt's mouth, his husband smiling in satisfaction.

"B-Blaine," Kurt stuttered, hands flying to the others shoulders and clutching tightly, snuggling the side of his face into the pile of pillows behind him. Blaine began to suck on his pulse point, causing the younger to moan again, quiet and seeming trying to cover up his sounds.

"I want to hear you, Kurt. Waited so long to hear you." words spewed from Blaine, hands moving down to grasp the brunet's ass. Kurt stiffed for a moment before forcing himself to relax again.

They rocked, mainly Blaine doing all of the work as his husband laid down on his back. Moans got louder, less controlled, when the prince decided to move on before anything became too good. He moved his hands further down on the teenagers ass, not getting a response, and gently spread pale cheeks. Kurt tensed for a moment, but when Blaine rubbed into him he exhaled hesitantly and calmed. Holding his breath, the prince pressed his index finger over Kurt's hole. Kurt paused, looking slightly confused, but grabbed Blaine's hair anyway and connected their lips again. He didn’t want the prince to talk anymore.

Being careful not to move them drastically, the prince shifted slightly to open the drawer on his bed side table and pull out a bottle of oil. Moving Kurt's legs apart more, he slicked his fingers quickly (hoping that his husband wouldn’t ask anything) and placed them back where they were a few minutes ago. Kissing the brunet hard, he circled the entrance and slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside. Immediately, Kurt let go of his lips and grabbed his wrist in alarm.

"What are you doing?" Kurt hissed, eyeing the wet hand curiously.

Blaine gulped, inaudible. "I'm- I was going to get you ready." his eyebrow raised as he concentrated in the younger males face. He looked utterly lost. "You actually don't know anything do you?" he chuckled the question. Kurt's cheeks tinted pink.

"I don't know much, no." he shrugged. "I know that your..." Kurt looked briefly down to the bulge in Blaine’s underwear. "Goes...somewhere..."

The princes cock throbbed from the pure innocence radiating from the brunet. "You're going to be fine, promise." Blaine swore, kissing a pale forehead. Kurt still looked unsure. "Would you like it better if we weren't looking at each other?" the prince sighed, reviving a nod. Helping Kurt move into a hands and knees position, he moved one of the many pillows under his hips. Still, Kurt tried to move away from him. Blaine grabbed his hips, angling them appropriately in front of him.

The prince had been with many men before, but he had never spent the time to learn another persons body.

Kurt's cheeks were better naked, his pink, tight hole shining from the thin layer of oil rubbed into it. Blaine could've sworn his mouth was watering.

He leaned forward slowly, attempting not to startle his husband anymore, and pressed his lips to the small of Kurt's back. The brunet shivered, pulling away from Blaine for a second, but then resuming his spot again. The prince chuckled, the laugh coming from caring and not just from making fun. Kurt blushed all the same, nuzzling into the white sheet below his cheek. Rough lips continued their path down the pale boys back, stopping as soon as Blaine's mouth reached the pink rim. He pressed a hesitant kiss to the pucker, Kurt swallowing up a moan, and then the prince pushed his finger back in. Kurt didn't stiffen, even when Blaine started moving his finger in and out in even strokes.

He resisted the second one, but the digit slid in next to the first easily when the body relaxed. He listened as Kurt made these odd whining sounds, a mixture between wanting more and wanting to stop. Both fingers were moving in and out now, smoothly.

Kurt let the third one slip past muscle, instantly regretting it. There was now a stretch, more so than with the other two fingers. A low whine left his mouth, causing Blaine to slow down the motion of his hand and whisper gentle nothings into his ears.

"There you go, beautiful." his warm breath caressed Kurt's lobe. He felt the tension melt from the brunet's skin. "Almost there..." Blaine moved three fingers out, adding a forth as he pushed them back in. "You okay?"

"Uh-hun." Kurt replied, muffled from the pillow and mumbled through the pain. It surprised him, actually, how gentle his husband was being. He expected Blaine to just ram his dick inside, forgetting about Kurt's inexperience. Alas no, the man behind him was taking his time. It almost felt lovingly, but Kurt was quick to erase those thoughts from his head when a sudden moan was ripped from his throat.

A smirk of success appeared on Blaine's face. "Did I find it?" he asked, the pads of his fingers running up Kurt's inner walls.

Kurt tried to speak, getting cut off with another sigh of pleasure, then tried again. "W-what are you- what are you talking about?" he asked in a rush, a burning heat building in his groin.

"It's your prostate, Kurt." Blaine answered, playing with the nub as if to prove his point. He watched hungrily as the brunet withered into the bedding, moaning and sputtering.

"B-Blaine." Kurt said brokenly, clenching around Blaine's fingers and the prince could tell he was close. So, he pulled them out, ignoring the whine coming from pink lips and wiped his hand on the sheet below him.

Blaine slathered oil onto his swollen cock, hissing at the feeling, and cupped Kurt's hips to position himself. "I'm so glad to be your first, Kurt. Your only." he whispered, rubbing against the younger males ass. "You ready?"

Kirt stiffened, his own cock wilting slightly. He wasn't ready. His body may want this, but there was no way in hell that his mind did. He wanted his first time to be something along the line of romantic. He did not want to lose his virginity because he had to.

"No." he breathed, pulling away from Blaine fearfully. "I don't want this." he tilted his head up to face the prince, but found it unlikely as Blaine grabbed his shoulders and abruptly pinned him to the bed. He almost felt disgusted as the other started kissing across and down his neck.

"Don't say things like that, Kurt." Blaine warned. "You do want this, just look how hard you are for me." a hand wandered down to grab at his husbands cock, causing Kurt to squirm again.

"Blaine-"

"No." the prince interrupted, pressing harder against the boys ass and shoulder. "I've gave you a lot of things, I think you could pay me back." another kiss to his paled neck. "I've wanted you since the day I saw you, and now I'm getting your virginity. Don't take this away from me."

"Wait-" but he couldn't. He could feel the oil starting to get uncomfortably dry, so Blaine pushed the head of his cock into the unwilling entrance. Kurt gasped from underneath him, tensing as his hole fluttered. Thin fingers tangled themselves into the white sheets of the bed, clutching tightly and weeping into them. Blaine didn't stop. He continued to push until he bottomed out, hips flush with the round ass in front of him. He listened to Kurt cry out sadly, painfully. As much as he enjoyed the sound of virginity being cut open, Blaine hated it when Kurt cried.

Throughout the week before they were wed, he heard Kurt's sniffles and quiet sobs. He felt the cold, shaken presence of the boy. He listened to eerie silence, heavy and bothered breathing filling the area around them.

Blaine leaned forward more, Kurt's breath hitching, and kissed his temple, along with any other skin he could reach. He felt the other calm progressively, so the prince continued his gesture for a little while longer.

Kurt, meanwhile, was not having fun.

It hurt like a bitch, and being taken off guard wasn't fun either. He tried to concentrate on something else, but found himself unable to. Blaine's cock was throbbing deep inside him, the man shaking above him as he attempted to stay still. A few long moments later, he was warned with a kiss to the head before the length pulled out, then back in with gentle force. It stung, but the feeling soon passed.

"You're so amazing." Blaine groaned. "So tight and- hnng” his hips moved faster, pounding into wet heat. Hands moved across Kurt’s body, rubbing across the back of his thighs and upwards to hold his ass. Undecided wether to ask Blaine to slow down or speed up, Kurt stayed quiet. At least he did, until-

“B-Blaine.” he breathed when his husband finally hit that small ball of nerves buried deep inside of him. “Do-“ he swallowed another whine. “Do that again.” sighing in pleasure, Kurt raised his hips slightly higher in a more welcoming gesture.

As if on a mission, Blaine searched for his husbands prostate. Every time his cock dragged along it, Kurt let out a high pitched moan, knees becoming weak. Blaine had been hard since he watched the other get undressed in front of him, he wouldn’t last now. Surrounded by heat, the smell of sex flowing throughout the room, Kurt’s cock leaking the smallest bit of pre-come. His plan of going gentle and taking his time will have to wait. Grabbing the boys thighs, pulling them farther apart, Blaine pounded into Kurt.

The shriek that came from Kurt’s lips was gorgeous, thoughtless and high. If this was painful, Kurt couldn’t feel it over the pleasure that shook through his body with each fast thrust. His knuckles were turning white from his grip on the pillow below him, his elbow aching from where he was holding himself up. There were hot, wet kisses dripping down his shoulder as Kurt was covered by Blaine’s torso. He was mumbling nonsense, sensing a familiar build of tightness inside of his lower abdomen.

“Blaine,” he spoke, voice hoarse. “I’m close.”

“So am I- oh god, Kurt.” Blaine whispered back, the grip on the boys waist tight. He knew there would be bruises there in the morning. A rough palm cupped Kurt’s cock, stroking it clumsily. Three seconds later and Kurt was coming, crying out Blaine’s name. The prince pounded into the body messily, coming as he moaned out a broken “Kurt!" Kurt winced when a rush went through him. His body fell forward, upper half slumped together on top of a pile of pillows, damp from sweat and tears. Mind in space, he tried to regulate his breathing.

Blaine was still kneeling behind him. The prince watched his cock slip out, followed by a string of cum. If he haven't just orgasmed , Blaine would've gotten hard again. Kurt's hole was red, still shiny, and open, like he was begging to be fucked.

A finger reached out to stroke over the stretched skin, pulling back when a oversensitive whine left Kurt's lips. Blaine smiled, kissing the curve of his husbands ass before allowing him the comfort of lying down. Blaine followed, lying beside him with content, shut eyes.

They stayed silent, soaking up the heat of the room and calming their lungs. Blaine cracked open one eye and took in the beautiful man beside him. Drops of sweat rested on Kurt’s forehead and in the crease of his neck, eyelashes fluttered perfectly with every breath against pink cheeks. Blaine reached out a hand to stroke the brown hair, sticking up slightly. Unable to take it anymore, the prince pulled his husband in his arms, Kurt snuggling into him, head on Blaine’s bare chest.

“Did you like that?” Blaine asked, but found soon after that he was talking to an empty room. He chuckled and held Kurt closer, forehead resting on damp, brown hair. They could talk tomorrow.