Blaine grinned as Kurt pinned him to the bookshelf. He never said so out loud but he'd always figured that Kurt was somewhat of an exhibitionist. The fact that they were currently in the middle of the library, about to engage in activities that would surely have them banned from the place, confirmed Blaine's suspicions. Before blaine could further ponder what other kinks his boyfriend might be into, his thought process was cut short by Kurt's mouth which was littering his neck with small bites and licks. Blaine forced himself to stifle a groan at the thought of Kurt marking him so obviously. Blaine knew from experience that those marks wouldn't fade for at least a week.

Kurt pulled back to fix Blaine with a look that would have been impossible for anyone else. Blaine could never quite understand how Kurt managed to combine blazing lust and slightly reprimanding into one seamless expression.

"Am I going to have to gag you in order to keep you from making any noise?" Kurt whispered.

"Well that depends on what you would use to gag me," Blaine said, the innuendo clear in his voice.

"Hm, now that you mention it, there are much better uses for that pretty little mouth of yours. Why waste it on speaking?"

Before Blaine could respond, Kurt was on him with a renewed vigor. He completely devoured Blaine's mouth and all Blaine could do was let Kurt kiss him into oblivion. Kurt's hands weren't idle, though. He'd began working on Blaine's belt and, after a few minutes of struggling, Kurt finally managed to get Blaine's belt and jeans undone. He unceremoniously shoved one hand into Blaine's boxers, while the other crept beneath Blaine's shirt to play with his sensitive nipples. All the while, Kurt never slowed his assault on Blaine's mouth. Somewhere, in the far recesses of Blaine's mind, he vaguely thought that perhaps Kurt simply didn't need to breathe.

However, despite Kurt's initial control over the situation, Blaine wasn't one to remain a passive participant. Blaine's fingers quickly undid the numerous, and, in Blaine's opinion, unnecessary fastenings of Kurt's jeans with an ease that came only with dealing with such obstacles on a regular basis. If Kurt's mouth weren't still attached to his, Blaine would have groaned aloud at what he found; Kurt wasn't wearing any underwear. He should have known, what with Kurt's propensity for wearing pants that were practically painted on. But still, the thought of Kurt making the conscious decision to go commando, for this specific purpose, sent Blaine into an almost painful state of arousal.

"Hm, it looks like someone's eager," he whispered against Kurt's lips. His breathing was ragged as Kurt teased him with long, slow strokes, occasionally slipping below his cock to fondle his balls. "Mr. Hummel, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you'd planned this whole thing."

"Well, you do know how impatient I tend to get when it comes to sex." Kurt answered. He wasn't in much better shape, himself. Blaine felt Kurt's breath hitch against his neck whenever he squeezed his cock with just the right amount of pressure. In response, Kurt nipped sharply at Blaine's pulse point before lightly licking the mark.

"Why waste time dealing with clothes when we don't have to? Now," Kurt breathed.. "What did we say about you and your mouth?" Kurt looked up at Blaine through his lashes, as he moved to the other side of Blaine's neck to start on the unblemished flesh there.

"Mmm, something about gagging me, was it?" Blaine gasped as Kurt's other hand suddenly left the confines of his shirt to venture behind him and down the back of his pants. Kurt slowly slipped a finger between Blaine's cheeks, only lightly grazing over Blaine's hole.

Blaine's entire thought process stopped in its tracks and his only goal was to get Kurt's teasing finger to finally slip inside of him.

"Now whose the eager one?" Blaine could practically hear the smirk in Kurt's voice. He wasn't exactly sure when his eyes slid shut but he pried them open and was sure enough greeted by Kurt looking quite pleased with himself.

"You're such a tease," Blaine ground out. He made sure to keep his voice as low as possible. After all, they were in a library. Though the thought of being caught was somewhat thrilling, that trill didn't come close to the terror that accompanied such a thought.

"But you love me anyway," Kurt said. He withdrew both hands from Blaine's jeans and Blaine bit his lip to keep from vocalizing his displeasure.

"Shh," Kurt said as he pushed Blaine back into the bookshelf across from him. "You'll get yours all in good time."

Before Blaine could respond, Kurt pressed two fingers against Blaine's lips. Blaine immediately drew them into his mouth, understanding the unspoken request.

Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes momentarily slid shut. He could imagine what Kurt was feeling right now as he worked his tongue around and between the digits with well-practiced strokes. Meanwhile, Kurt was loosening Blaine's jeans even further. Blaine felt himself swell even more, if that were at all possible, with anticipation for what was coming next.

Suddenly, Kurt was on his knees in front of Blaine, fingers still being worked over by Blaine. Kurt finally freed Blaine's cock from the confines of his jeans. Blaine was thankful for the fact that he had a mouthful of Kurt's fingers as Kurt took his entire length in one go. Blaine couldn't help the small whimper that made it past Kurt's fingers. He looked down and was greeted with Kurt's fiery gaze, staring back at him as he slowly brought his lips back up to the head of Blaine's cock.

Normally, Blaine would have squirmed under the intensity of Kurt's stare and quickly looked away. However, the passion that darkened Kurt's normally clear, blue eyes only increased the slow burning that was spreading throughout his body. Blaine quickly chanced a look down the aisle and saw that they were still very much alone. He didn't really expect anyone to wander so far back, into the all but abandoned section of the library. But he still couldn't help but think that someone could walk back there, at any moment. Rather than experiencing the expected rush of terror that he'd briefly felt earlier, Blaine found himself even more aroused by the thought.

At any second, someone could wander into this normally deserted section and see Kurt on his knees in front of him, with his perfect mouth stretched around Blaine's cock like it was made solely for sucking Blaine's cock. They'd see that Blaine was moments away from falling apart, his hips thrusting wildly and practically fucking Kurt's mouth with reckless abandon while shamelessly sucking on Kurt's fingers.

Then, if they'd decided to stick around for the free show, they'd see Kurt withdraw his fingers from Blaine's mouth as he released Blaine's cock from his own. Kurt ignored Blaine's small, but clearly disappointed groan and looked up at him.

"Do you think you can keep quiet?" It took Blaine a few seconds longer than it should have to process Kurt's words and think of a response. Rather than bothering to try to form a coherent response, Blaine simply nodded. Kurt looked slightly skeptical, given Blaine's previous track record where his ability to silence himself was concerned. But he seemed satisfied and resumed sucking Blaine's cock in earnest.

For a split second, Blaine briefly wondered why Kurt had stopped to ask him that. Then, without warning, Kurt's well-slicked finger breached Blaine's entrance. Oh.

To prevent himself from giving away their compromising position, Blaine hastily shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down as Kurt worked at an agonisingly slow pace. The movement of his mouth and finger were too almost too much for Blaine to handle, but Kurt wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

Kurt wrapped his hand around the base of Blaine's cock and added a second finger. He built up a pattern so that his fingers were fully buried within Blaine just as the head of Blaine's cock was barely between his lips. Blaine knew that he wasn't keeping as quiet as he should have been. No matter how hard he bit into his fist, there were still small moans that managed to sneak past the corners of his mouth. He was torn between bracing himself on the bookshelf behind him or tangling his free hand in Kurt's hair. No matter how much he wanted to do the latter, he knew that Kurt would never let him hear the end of it if he ruined his hair in the middle of the day. Blaine settled for grasping at the shelf behind him and continued thrusting into Kurt's mouth, relishing the feel of being alternately surrounded by heat and filled in his most intimate of places.

Blaine felt himself rapidly approaching his orgasm and he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out whether he wanted to leap headfirst into the blinding pleasure or just teeter on the edge, wanting it to last forever. Fortunately for Blaine, that decision was out of his hands. Kurt chose that moment to abruptly curl his fingers into Blaine, hitting his prostate with surprising force, while swallowing until his nose gently nudged Blaine's curls. The moment Blaine felt the head of his cock hit the back of Kurt's throat, Blaine lost it. He let out a strangled, almost sob-like whimper as he emptied his load down Kurt's willing throat.

Kurt didn't stop swallowing until he was sure that he'd gotten every last drop of Blaine's come. Blaine could barely remain on his feet and gave into the urge to slide down and join Kurt on the floor. Blaine didn't have the energy to open his eyes, focusing instead on regaining control of his breathing, as he felt Kurt shift into a sitting position beside him.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Blaine pried his eyes open when he felt Kurt lift his hand and gently place a kiss to his knuckles. He turned his questioning gaze to Kurt and Kurt held up his hand, showing him the damage he'd done with his own teeth. His knuckles were littered with tiny red marks from his teeth.

"Well, you did want me to be quiet," Blaine whispered with a lopsided grin.

"Yes, but I didn't realize how seriously you'd take it. Especially after how much difficulty you had the last time."

Blaine shuddered at the memory of the awkward breakfast that had followed his and Kurt's less-than-discreet shower activities. While he was fairly sure that Burt wasn't going to kill him, Blaine was still wary of repeating the incident. Besides, Blaine would readily admit that he'd face Burt a hundred times over than deal with the consequences of a random McKinley student wandering past him and Kurt while they engaged in heavy groping and blowjobs within the shadows of the library's forgotten aisles.

"Don't worry about it, I'll heal. But, in the meantime, I believe that someone needs to be taken care of." Blaine began to reach for Kurt's pants, which were still undone, but Kurt stopped him.

"As much as I hate to turn down your most welcome reciprocation, we don't have time." And, right on cue, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class period.

Blaine couldn't help but feel disappointed that he wouldn't be able to please his boyfriend right away. Kurt must have noticed his suddenly deflated mood and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You can make it up to me later," he whispered, before standing and buttoning his pants. He held his hand out to Blaine and he gladly accepted, though he was still a little unstable on his feet. Blaine quickly refastened his own pants and slipped his hand into Kurt's. He looked over at his boyfriend and saw the subdued, but still-burning desire in his eyes. Blaine shivered at the thought of what they'd get up to later but didn't have much time to ponder it as they exited the library and were greeted by the mass of students rushing to their next class.

Had either of them bothered to glance behind them, just to double check that they weren't seen, they would have been proven wrong. But, as it is, neither Kurt nor Blaine spared a backwards glance as they walked down the hall towards their lockers. Thus, they remained completely oblivious of the lone figure that leaned against the doorway, sporting a mischievous grin and an unattended erection.