"Kurt, please!" Blaine pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning when Kurt stopped to take a few deep breaths, trying to keep his head. 

"You want more?" Kurt asked, teasing Blaine lightly. 

"Yes, more please!" Blaine begged, wiggling his ass back for Kurt to see how much he needed this. Kurt chuckled and opened Blaine's cheeks again, slipping his tongue back inside and licking into Blaine's ass more, getting closer and closer to Blaine's prostate. With one fierce jab Kurt hit Blaine's sweet spot and sent him howling, humping his hard cock against the bedspread. 

Kurt turned Blaine back over and reached over for the lube, keeping his eyes firmly on Blaine's heavily leaking cock. Pre-come was dribbling down Blaine's flushed dick, Blaine's hand came up to touch himself, he had to touch himself, but Kurt grabbed the lube from inside the first drawer of his bedside cabinet and slapped Blaine's hand away. Kurt slicked up his own hands with the lube, warming it up and spreading it across Blaine's cock. 

He knew Blaine loved the slickness of the lube when Kurt gave him a hand job, so with that at the forefront of his over-worked brain, Kurt took Blaine's cock in his hand and began to stroke him quickly. Blaine squirmed as Kurt crawled back up his body and watched as Blaine's abs tensed, his pecks firm. All the while Kurt carried on working Blaine off, licking his lips as Blaine's moans got louder and louder, his legs shaking as he was getting so close to the edge. 

Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine's left peck, loving how firm it was. His boyfriend sure was stunning, how did I manage to get such a perfect, beautiful boyfriend? Kurt asked himself as he sucked a hickey at the top of Blaine's peck, before moving onto the right one and licking at Blaine's painfully hard nipple. Kurt kissed Blaine's toned upper arms, biceps bulging as his muscles clenched involuntarily, Kurt knew he was so close to his orgasm, so Blaine's strangled warning was no surprise as Kurt kissed Blaine's tanned, toned arms. 

"You're so gorgeous, Blaine. I'm so lucky to have you." Kurt whispered, looking into Blaine's glazed over eyes as he fisted his cock even faster. "So beautiful, Blaine. Come for me now, come on." Kurt murmured, watching as everything exploded inside of Blaine, Kurt's talking bringing him to his orgasm. Kurt watched Blaine shake and jerk as he came down from his orgasm, breathing heavily as he fell down next to Blaine on the bed. 

Kurt turned to the side and snuggled into Blaine, his erection pressing into Blaine's thigh as Kurt kissed up his sweaty neck. "What about you?" Blaine asked him, turning to look at Kurt, whose face was so close he could feel Kurt's breath on his face. 

"This was about you, so...am I forgiven?" Kurt asked, hating the guilt still lurking at the back of his mind. 

"Oh absolutely, so long as you swear not to mention our little hiccup ever again." Blaine said. 

"I swear." 

"They you are forgiven." Blaine grinned, placing a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips. 

"Thank Lord McQueen, I was starting to wither away with the guilt of it." Kurt breathed in relief. 

"I bet you were."