Santana would never admit that she had pulled her lounge chair out into the hallway and sat up half the night listening to the sex marathon going on in Blaine's bedroom. Fortunately, Anna was at her boyfriend's apartment for the night so there hadn't even been a witness to her stake out. She would also never admit that after their shouts of ecstasy and groans of pleasure had faded into silence she had still remained curled up in her chair, waiting for the inevitable start of round... whatever round they were on. Because there was absolutely no way Blaine wouldn't want a repeat of such mind-blowing sex. She'd slash his tires if he even dared to not have a least one more hot fucking session early in the morning.

But it wasn't the gorgeous sounds of two boys pressed together and fucking that woke her up the next morning, it was her designated ringtone for Anna. She paused to glare at Blaine's lock door for a moment before bothering to dig her phone out of her cocoon of blankets. Based on everything she'd heard last night, if she'd known Kurt was as fantastic in bed as Blaine seemed to be she would have tried to set them up years ago.

She glanced at the time stamp on the text message before she opened it. 6: 24 A.M. And those boys were still sleeping. Or maybe Blaine had pulled out the giant box of kinky sex toys in his closet he thought nobody knew about and they'd gagged each other so she wouldn't start pounding on the door demanding a free show. Just the thought had her bounding out of her chair to hopefully press her ear against Blaine's door again. Silence, and a faint whistling snore, were the only sounds she heard. She smirked a little at the snore, though. In the two years she'd been friends with Blaine she knew without a doubt that he only snored like that when he was satisfyingly exhausted from hours of pounding some guy's ass. Or in this case...

Her phone buzzed again.

You two better be awake and just ignoring me because you're both grumpy smartasses in the morning.

She rolled her eyes fondly, and tapped out a quick response. Like I'd be anything else with the things that could be starting in Blaine's room any minute.

She pressed her ear to his door once again just to make sure, and with a huff stalked off to her room to change into something suitable for her morning classes. Knowing her luck, they'd start fucking again right after she left. Her phone rang again as she pulled on one side of her sweatpants. She slid it on completely while she hurried back down the hall to Blaine's door.

I can't believe you've got your ear against his door again. Why don't you go have fun with your own sex life and leave Blaine's alone?

She didn't even pause to think about her reply as she grabbed her backpack from the living room and returned to her lounge chair. Because I've seen his dick and heard how amazing he is with it. Someone needs to worship every inch of that boy, all right?

She'd just dragged her chair back to her room when she heard the front door open and Anna's voice ring out.

"I swear if you're trying to set him up with another disgusting body- builder I will gut you."

Santana rolled her eyes as she headed back into the hallway and came face to face with Anna.

" Oh, please. I'll have you know that Kurt is a theatre major with an impeccable fashion sense," Santana informed her with a flip of her hair.

Anna's green eyes narrowed at her words, and she scanned over Santana's facial expression as though she was trying to catch her in a lie. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Santana said cheekily, moving back down the hallway towards the kitchen. "Kurt and Blaine on the other hand... "

I don't want deta– or maybe I do," Anna said indecisively. "Please, tell me this guy is normal."

" Define normal," Santana retorted, thinking back to the enormous scarf collection Kurt had started back in high school.

"Oh my– wait," Anna said suddenly as something like recognition flashed through her eyes. "The same Kurt who played the male lead in Grease last year?"

"Mhmm, that's the one," Santana replied, taking a giant pitcher from one of the cabinets and turning on the tap. She dropped it under the faucet and let it fill up.

"Okay, I know there is some sort of catch because Kurt is the campest man I have ever met and you seem to be under the impression that Blaine only goes for rough and tough mountain trolls," Anna started, but Santana cut in smoothly.

"No, I just know he won't bottom unless the guy's cock is worth it and I figure he'll have better luck getting his power bottom self going if the guy's huge in general."

"So you set Kurt after him? I don't recall him being any of the things just listed."

"He's gifted in other areas," Santana said vaguely. And it was true. Kurt may not be a huge muscular guy, but he could play the role of a bad boy to the point where he had her convinced half the time. She'd also seen him naked over the summer and had spent as much time as possible trying to convince him to go after Blaine for a good acting exercise.

"You are such a– so– just," Anna waved her hands in frustration. "I don't know how you ever passed high school. You prove yourself to be a lesbian more and more every day."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked in annoyance. Just because her life was lady fabulous didn't mean she didn't know how to pick the guys with good dicks.

"Meaning, all those muscle heads you keep throwing at him are all on steroids of one kind or another and therefore their dicks are tiny."

Okay, maybe she hadn't completely thought that bit through to the end. She knew both of them well, but had never bothered introducing them because they'd never fit together in her head. Kurt was his sassy, bitchy fashion crazy self and Blaine holed himself up for days writing music and occasionally finding a shrimpy guy to bang. And it had worked out rather well, hadn't it? They'd both had a wild, hot night and Kurt had had a chance at a good acting exercise on top of it.

Water pitcher now full, Santana ignored Anna's voice trailing behind her until she reached Blaine's door again.

"Here," she said forcefully, thrusting the pitcher into Anna's arms and tugging a hair pin out of her hair. She fumbled with the lock for a few moments as Anna scolded her.

"Seriously? Let them sleep, San. We've got class and by the sounds of last night Blaine is skipping today, let's just– "

The lock clicked and with a triumphant smirk Santana grabbed the pitcher back and stalked into the room. Both men were sleeping soundly on the bed. Kurt was flat on his back, blankets tangled around his waist, bite marks and hickeys littering his chest and neck. Blaine was on the far side of the bed, sprawled out on his stomach with his naked, bruised ass bared for her to see.

"Oh my god," she said loudly as she moved around to Blaine's side and set the pitcher on his night- stand still staring at the hipbone shaped bruises and the red, swollen hand- shaped marks on his ass. "Anna, you have got to see his ass. I mean, just...wanky."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Anna reluctantly move into the room and knew the other woman's curiosity was outweighing her respect for her flatmate's dignity.

"God, that looks painful," Anna whispered as she stared down at Blaine's ass, too. She glanced at her watch. "Come on, we'll miss the bus if we don't hurry. I really don't want to have to circle for a parking space all morning instead."

But Santana was barely listening. She reached down before Anna could stop her and swatted her hand across one of Blaine's swollen, bruised cheeks. A pained whimper greeted the action and Blaine groaned and lifted his head.

"Fuck off, Hummel," he yawned. "I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready."

"God, you two are so hot together," Santana told him, sounding far more cheerful than should be allowed at seven in the morning. "Think you can hold off and wait until I get back at ten?"

At the sound of her voice Blaine had rolled over with his back towards Kurt. Santana dropped her eyes straight to his dick, and Anna slapped a hand over her own eyes.

"Okay, no, we're leaving them alone, Santana," Anna told her flatly, grabbing her arm and pulling her from the room. She didn't bother putting up much of a fight to the hold, because Anna was bigger and stronger than her.

She had a final glimpse of Blaine collapsing face first into his bed again before the door was slammed shut. Pouting slightly, she followed Anna out of their apartment and to the bus stop right down the street. Maybe she'd get lucky and Blaine and Kurt would decide to be fuck buddies or something. Then she'd have lots of hot sex to listen in on until they graduated or got boyfriends.

Blaine closed his eyes and kept his face buried in his pillow until he heard the sound of the front door opening and then slamming closed as the girls left. He waited a few minutes just to make sure Santana didn't come sneaking back in before rolling onto his back and blinking sleepily up at the ceiling. As soon as his ass took on some of his body's weight he regretted the move.

"Fuck, that hurts," he groaned, rolling onto his side instead and suddenly he was staring right at Kurt. The other man was stretched out and asleep on his back, but it didn't make the moment any less weird for him. Usually when he woke up from a one- night stand or a fling or whatever he chose to call it, on any given day the other guy wasn't still sleeping peacefully next to him. He couldn't say that he minded that much, though. Kurt's personality may have made him want to kick puppies, but, fuck, if he wasn't the most gorgeous man Blaine had ever met.

As Kurt groaned in his sleep and one of his legs spastically kicked at the blankets Blaine suddenly remembered just exactly why Kurt was still here. Before he could stop himself he pressed his open palm against Kurt's toned stomach, letting his fingers gently caress the soft, warm skin. He wasn't sure how best to wake up the guy that had fucked him senselessly last night, but he didn't think a bright, chirpy "Good morning!" was a good idea.

He inched his body closer until his torso was flush against Kurt's side, debating for a moment on where to put his mouth first. An entire night of the hottest sex he'd ever had, and now he got to do it all over again and give Kurt everything he'd been given last night. He moaned a little at the thought and slid his hand over to Kurt's hip, pressing his fingers possessively into the other man's hip bone as he dipped his head to press his tongue against one of the dull, purplish hickeys he'd left on Kurt's chest last night.

Waking Kurt up with small talk wasn't a good idea, so waking him up for another round of sex was perfect. Kurt's breathing quickened as his tongue worked over his side, pausing every few centimeters to suck at the soft, marked skin. Blaine couldn't recall having been so forceful that it would leave all of these marks, but apparently he'd been fairly rough. Or maybe Kurt's skin just bruised easily. He had all afternoon to figure that answer out.

A breathy moan washed over him as he capture Kurt's nipple between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue around the soft skin and tightening his lips. He flicked his eyes back up to Kurt's face, but his eyes were still shut and his face was peaceful except for the ruby red blush starting to spread over his cheeks. His lips were parted and Blaine shuddered, starting to roll his hips against Kurt's side at the way his breathing was quickly turning into panting.

He took his hand off of Kurt's side and wrapped it around his own hardening cock for a moment, stroking himself a few times until he was painfully hard and Kurt's breathing had eased a bit. The one thing he remembered very clearly about his promise to fuck Kurt last night had been that he was going to tease him mercilessly, and that was exactly what he intended to do. Kurt was going to be gasping and screaming and trembling below him when he woke up to Blaine easing himself inside of him. He was going to hold Kurt down and suck and lap at his nipples until he was sobbing for Blaine to move, for Blaine to fuck him for the rest of the day.

He carefully raised himself up and reached across Kurt for the drawer on his night- stand. He knew they had had a bottle of lube on the bed at some point last night, but by now it could be half way to Narnia. The box of condoms was fortunately still on the top of the night- stand. He dug out another bottle of lube and ripped off one of the condoms, dropping them down on his side of the bed and then letting his gaze drop directly below him to Kurt. For a moment he almost lowered his cock to Kurt's bare stomach and started slowly rutting against him, but he had other things in mind and quite possibly all day to do that later.

Instead, he let his eyes wander, taking in Kurt's broad shoulders, the little dips above his collarbones, the slight definition of his pectoral muscles, and the smooth planes of his stomach. Below his navel, the sheets were slightly tented and Blaine smirked, shifting his weight onto one elbow and holding his lower body up long enough to pull the blankets off of Kurt. A shiver ran over Kurt's body at the sudden brush of cold air over him, but Blaine quickly settled down on top of him, holding himself up on his elbows as he nudged Kurt's thighs open with his legs.

He was almost surprised by how easily Kurt's legs parted at his touch, but as he arched his hips forward and pressed his erection against Kurt's half- hard cock he was very glad Kurt was willing, even in his sleep. For a moment he slid his cock against Kurt's, moaning softly at the friction before dropping his mouth down to Kurt's stomach and pressing a soft kiss to his skin.

Kurt shuddered above him and arched up against him, his head lolling to the side as he slept on. Still propped up on his elbows, Blaine shifted down Kurt's body a little, bringing up his hands to rub circles around Kurt's nipples as he kissed his way lower. God, he wanted to taste every inch of this man before he'd lost the chance. Kurt's hips bucked below him and his hard- on was thrust against Blaine's chest.

Fuck," he swore, pulling his lips away from Kurt's sweet skin and pausing to catch his breath. Above him Kurt hummed in his sleep and rolled his hips up again. He needed to feel him around him now. To slowly, tantalizingly push into him and open him up until he was whimpering for Blaine's cock in his ass. His cock twitched against his stomach at the thought and he fumbled for the bottle of lube, squirting a little onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He was absolutely determined not to wake Kurt up until he was almost inside of him and cold lube would definitely not fit into that plan. He knew from experience that cold lube woke people up, while getting turned on while asleep was so common that most wouldn't know the difference between dreams or reality until they got really close.

He slid down the bed more until he had to curl his legs under himself so that he wasn't in danger of falling off the foot of the bed. As he moved down, he pressed a wet kiss to the tip of Kurt's cock and then moved further, rubbing one hand along Kurt's thigh, his thumb stroking slowly as he pressed the outside of his thighs into the bed until his legs were bent at ninety degree angles and his legs were perpendicular with his torso. Fuck, he'd imagined, or perhaps hoped for Kurt to be flexible, but he hadn't thought it would be that easy to push his legs open for him.

Curling his body some more, he dipped his head down and dragged his tongue over the crease between Kurt's hip and thigh. Kurt's cock bobbed slightly next to his cheek as Kurt's hips jolted slightly. Blaine grinned and lapped his tongue over the sensitive skin again. Kurt moaned softly above him and mumbled something inaudible. He swirled his tongue around and down again, adding some pressure as he moved inward and his nose brushed over Kurt's balls.

Kurt's entire body arched up, his heels digging into the mattress as Blaine moved his slicked up fingers down Kurt's perineum and against his entrance. He could feel the heat against his fingers as he eased his fingers between the halves of Kurt's ass and rubbed his index finger over the puckered rim. Kurt panted and whimpered above him and he glanced up to see Kurt's head raise up slightly as his body settled back into the bed.

"Wus go'n on?" he murmured sleepily, his sleep crested eyes darting around the room.

Blaine cursed himself for already waking him up, but before he could say anything or move, Kurt's head dropped back down and his hand moved to stroke his cock right in front of Blaine's eyes. He bit his lip to stop the loud, desperate moan clawing its way up his throat as Kurt's hand worked over himself. Kurt's hand paused at the base of his cock and Blaine could see his chest heaving above him. He had no idea if Kurt was awake or jerking himself off while half asleep, but, fuck, he just didn't care. One of his fingers pushed inside of Kurt and Kurt's body arched underneath him again as he circled his other hand around Kurt's own hands and licked over Kurt's knuckles and then up to the tip of his cock.

Kurt's head shot up much faster this time and Blaine heard him swear as he turned his head sideways and wrapped his lips around the underside of Kurt's cock, pressing his tongue into the thick vein as he started thrusting his finger in and out of Kurt. His breath hitched as Kurt shouted below him and tangled his fingers into his curls, and, fuck, Kurt was so tight around his finger, so overwhelmingly hot it was already making his head spin.

"God, please, tell me you're going to fuck me as hard as I fucked you," Kurt gasped, his hips jerking up again, but this time Blaine pressed his forearm down across Kurt's hips and held him down.

"No," Blaine teased as he worked another finger into Kurt's hole and fought down his own groan. "I'm going to fuck you harder and longer. You'll be lucky if there's anything left of yourself or your memories when I'm done with you because after I'm done fucking you, you aren't going to want to remember anything else," he said roughly, rolling his tongue around the tip of Kurt's cock and meeting the other man's sparkling blue eyes. "The only thing you're ever going to want again is my hands on you, my mouth and tongue biting and sucking at you, and my cock stretching you until you're so full nothing else will ever compare again," he murmured huskily, twisting his body so that his fingers could still thrust lazily into Kurt and he could suck roughly on his neck.

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered, tossing his head back and letting Blaine's mouth move over every inch of his neck. "Fuck me already," he moaned, and Blaine forced another finger through the tight ring of muscles as Kurt's body arched up against him again. "Or are you just a bunch of talk, Anderson? I need you throbbing inside of me, god."

"Oh, you need it, do you?" Blaine teased, curling his fingers as he thrust them back into Kurt and rubbing over his prostate. Kurt moaned long and throatily and when he spoke next his voice was deep and grave.

"Fuck, come on," Kurt whined lowly as his legs started wiggling and moving back from where Blaine had placed them earlier.

"I think you think you need it," Blaine told him softly, keeping his fingers crooked against Kurt's prostate and dipping his head down from Kurt's neck, ghosting over his body to drag his tongue over the rim stretched tightly around his fingers. "Maybe you even want it," he added, using his other hand to press one of Kurt's thighs back into the mattress. "But need it? I don't think you really need it yet."

Kurt cried out above him. It was a strange mixture of frustration, desperation, and pleasure and it was the most delicious thing Blaine had ever heard. God, if Kurt was making these beautiful sounds now he could only imagine what he'd be screaming when Blaine was finally inside of him and holding him down as he thrust into him.

Blaine dropped his mouth back down to Kurt's ball sack and traced his tongue over the wrinkles in the skin as Kurt continued to tremble and arch into his thrusting fingers. He sucked one ball into his mouth first, massaging his tongue around it, before moving on to the second and gently nibbling at the skin stretched over it.

"God, don't stop," Kurt sobbed above him, his fists clawing into the sheets. "Just, oh, god." He broke off as another moan burst out of his mouth and his body started arching and rocking up, searching for some sort of friction for his throbbing cock.

I can't fuck you if I don't stop," he panted, moving back to sit on his heels as he curled his fingers and pressed into Kurt's prostate once more.

"Then stop or– don't" Kurt moaned as he rubbed against his prostate again and Blaine groaned with him. Fuck, he'd thought he was hot last night when he'd been riding Kurt or letting him fuck him, but now...

He swallowed thickly and caressed Kurt's thigh before moving his knee up to his chest and then moving the other thigh into the same position. With a slow, teasing and hot swipe he ran his tongue over the underside of one of Kurt's thighs and this time Kurt's shout was high- pitched, breathless, and loud. His legs hooked around the back of Blaine's neck and tried to force him forward. It took all of Blaine's strength to hold back as his cock bumped the fingers still buried in Kurt's ass.

"Fuck me, fuck me before I go crazy," Kurt begged, tightening his legs and pulling Blaine's fingers out quickly so that his cock could sink straight in.

"Condom and lube," Blaine commanded, pulling his hips back despite how much he wanted to slam them forward and into Kurt's heat. He growled when Kurt scrambled for the night- stand drawer. Kurt was so lost in his pleasure in the ecstasy that he hadn't even noticed the bottle of lube and condom that had slowly slid across the sheets until they were in the same dip as his body.

Blaine latched onto his wrist and at Kurt's shocked look, smiled and pressed his hand back into the mattress, moving his hand up Kurt's forearm and past his elbow until he had his fingers splayed around his biceps and a good enough grip to hold him down.

"No, fuck me, please," Kurt pleaded, his eyes wild and full of lust as Blaine took his other hand and directed it towards the condom and lube. A broken, desperate noise reverberated in his head as Kurt's body arched under him again and Kurt fumbled with the condom packet, finally bringing it to his lips and ripping it open.

Blaine leaned down over him, pressing his shoulders into the underside of Kurt's knees and nibbled sharply on his bottom lip after Kurt spit the condom packet across the room. "Roll it on me so I can fuck your gorgeous ass, baby."

A whimpering gasp was Kurt's only answer as his hand disappeared between their bodies and then Blaine felt the tight, slick rubber stretch over and around him as Kurt's fingers rolled down his length. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing and squeezed his eyes shut as Kurt lifted his lower body up enough to brush their cocks together. The contact lasted only a few seconds before both of Kurt's hands were stroking his erection and coating him in lube.

Blaine pressed his shoulders down more, using his body weight to force Kurt's knees down until they were digging into his chest. Now propped up with his forearms on either side of Kurt's head, he twisted his hips until he felt the head of his cock brush over Kurt's balls and tilted his hips down until Kurt arched his neck and moaned.

Teasingly and slowly he pushed against Kurt's entrance, feeling Kurt's muscles give and stretch wider to accommodate him. Kurt gasped and tilted his head forward and towards Blaine's mouth as he sunk in several more inches, until he finally felt his ball sack rub against Kurt's ass as Kurt's neck stretched enough to capture his lips in a searing, deep kiss.

"Mmm, you feel fantastic," Blaine hummed against Kurt's lips. He pushed back against Kurt's kiss and Kurt dropped his head back onto the pillow and let him fold his body more so that he could kiss him long and slowly as Kurt started to tremble under him. Kurt ankles tangled around his neck, and his calves shoved against the top of his shoulders trying to force him to start moving, but Blaine made sure his hips remained motionless as he used his body to hold Kurt still beneath him.

"So impatient," he breathed, scraping his teeth along Kurt's jaw line and cheek, poking his tongue out to trace his cheekbone and then flick against his earlobe.

"Move, you bastard," Kurt shouted, his voice low and annoyed. "I shouldn't be able to do anything but sob and scream when your cock's in my ass. Just in case you were wondering."

"I'm pretty sure you're yelling at me right now," Blaine taunted, twirling his tongue around Kurt's earlobe and eliciting a desperate hip buck from the other man. "Yelling is a synonym for screaming so I think I'm doing something right."

"Oh my god! Do not give me an English lesson when your cock in is my– Oh, fuck!"

Blaine threw his head back in rapture as Kurt continued to moan beneath him and slowly eased his hips backward. He growled lowly in his throat at the feeling of the tight clenching heat of Kurt's muscles dragging over his length, pulling at his foreskin even through the condom as he slipped out of Kurt's ass and then snapped his hips forward once more. Kurt cried out again, and Blaine let his arms go as they twisted desperately in his grasp. He dropped his forearms back onto either side of Kurt's face as sharp, biting nails started clawing at his back.

"Again," Kurt gasped, his voice scratchy and breathless and Blaine obeyed without a second thought, pulling his hips back until he slipped out of Kurt and then thrust back in, feeling his muscles seize up and tighten around him instinctively at the sudden intrusion. Sharp nails pierced his skin again, raking along the back of his shoulders and his shoulder blades and as the pleasure mixed with the pain he cried out with Kurt and started rocking his hips harder. He kept up the same rhythm, if it could be called that, slowly pulling out until Kurt was keening and clutching at his back as his internal muscles tightened around nothing before he sunk back in forcefully and repeated the motion faster and faster until he felt his entire bed shaking underneath them and Kurt was barely able to draw breath between his euphoric screams.

"Fuck, Kurt, tighter, please," he moaned, dropping his forehead down onto Kurt's and canting his hips forward harder, faster.

The bed shook more violently, and the headboard started smacking against the wall as he jerked his hips harder until Kurt's entire body was sliding up the sheet from the force of his thrusts. He lost himself in the keening cries and wet sound of their bodies slapping together echoing around the room. Whether it was Kurt alone making all the noise, or if his own shouts had joined in he wasn't sure, but he let his eyes drift shut and just focused on the feeling of Kurt. Kurt's thighs against his chest, hooked around his neck, clawing at his back, the warm, slick clench of him around his throbbing cock, and the way his hot breath was tickling his cheeks and lips.

Kurt's entire body began to tense below him and he rocked his hips harder as the heat settled in his stomach and expanded. Two hands tangled into his curls and his mouth was yanked down and sealed against Kurt's. Warm lips sucked hard at his own, Kurt's teeth biting down on Blaine's lip as Kurt's body shook and then his breath caught against Blaine's lips and he yelled out in bliss.

"Blaine! Holy shit, yes! God, yes!"

Kurt continued to moan loudly below him as streaks of come shot out over his chest. Blaine slowed his thrusts and fought down the orgasm trying to push its way out of him. His cock twitched as Kurt's muscles rhythmically tightened around him once more and he dipped his head into the hollow of Kurt's throat and tried to get his breathing under control before he started moving again.

Kurt's voice cracked when he tried to speak a few minutes later, and like last night it was deeper than its usual pitch and made Blaine's cock throb painfully inside of Kurt.

""I might have to take back what I said," Kurt conceded, breathing deeply and massaging Blaine's scalp as he bent his head up enough to brush his nose through Blaine's curls. "You have every right to talk about topping because that was unbelievable."

The compliment only made him groan and involuntarily thrust shallowly into Kurt, eliciting a sharp gasp from Kurt. "I've had a lot of practice at topping," Blaine replied, as one of Kurt's fingers tucked under his chin and tilted his face back up.

"You better put it to good use, then," Kurt said slyly, using the fingers still tangled in his hair to pull him down into a slow, lazy kiss. "It's going to take a lot to make my ass as sore as yours is."

Blaine groaned against Kurt's lips and rocked his hips back until he slipped out of the clenching heat. He was way too close right now, and Kurt was still coming down from his own high. A loud whine greeted his movements, but he pressed his lips more firmly against Kurt's to silence him.

"It's a terrible feeling, isn't it? Being so empty," Blaine mumbled, pulling away and turning his head to softly kiss the inside of Kurt's knee.

Kurt sighed as he continued to trail kisses along the inside of his knee. Blaine sat back on his heels and rubbed his hands up the underside of Kurt's thighs and loosening the grip of Kurt's ankles around his neck.

"Stay like this for me," Blaine murmured, tracing his hands up Kurt's thighs to his knees and pressing them down against his chest more firmly. He sucked in a husky moan when Kurt straightened his legs out, his calves now on either side of his head.

"Like this?" Kurt asked flirtatiously. "Or do you want me spread out for you?" A quick demonstration followed Kurt's words as he parted his legs until they were both at perfect right angles with his torso.

"Shit," Blaine swore, dragging his hands along Kurt's legs and pushing them down into the mattress a little more. "You are so fucking flexible."

"I take it you like that," Kurt remarked as one of his hands drifted down to Blaine's hard- on and slowly stroked him.

"Yes," Blaine breathed, letting his hips buck with the movement of Kurt's hand. For a moment he almost forgot why he'd pulled out instead of pounding Kurt into the bed until he came, but as his eyelids started to drift shut he spotted Kurt's now soft cock resting on the other man's stomach and remembered.

"Ankles by your head," Blaine instructed, letting his hand drift over Kurt's thigh as Kurt moved it back to its previous position. As Kurt's ankle swept past his face, Blaine dipped his head and lightly ran his tongue over the soft skin. A shiver ran up his spine as Kurt whined and dropped his legs back down until his calves framed his face.

"So soft," Blaine murmured, slowly sweeping his tongue over the back of Kurt's thigh. Kurt's back arched and his breathing quickened as he repeated the action, this time stopping a few inches below Kurt's knee to nibble teasingly on his skin. He brought his left hand up to cup Kurt's balls as a low moan greeted his ministrations. "Wouldn't want to neglect my favorite spot," he told Kurt softly as he rolled them in his hand and started sucking gently on the spot he'd been nibbling at.

"God, fuck me again," Kurt demanded, rolling backwards slightly to raise his ass. Blaine's lips slid down his thigh with the movement, stopping at the swell of his ass where he had a perfect view of Kurt's raw and stretched hole. He groaned at the sight, and had to stop his hips from surging forward. Instead, he swirled his tongue over Kurt's asshole a few times and then licked his way in, letting his breaths ghost over Kurt's ball sack. Kurt keened loudly, but Blaine ignored the silent demand and pressed his lips to Kurt's perineum, dipping his tongue out and pushing it against the sensitive spot.

Another moan, louder and more desperate resonated around the bedroom and Blaine chuckled, flicking his gaze up to see Kurt's cock hardening against his navel. "I bet you'd love to get hard in my mouth, wouldn't you?" Blaine asked, rubbing his hands over Kurt's ass before pulling his cheeks apart more.

Kurt tilted his head up enough to glare at him, but the lustful look in his eyes told Blaine his answer.

"That's really too bad," Blaine muttered. "I'd rather watch you get hard. Watch you until your cock's bobbing against your stomach and you're completely out of breath from how long you've been moaning."

"I hate you," Kurt snarled, his hips bucking up instinctively as Blaine dragged his tongue down his perineum and flicked the tip over the rim of his hole. "Fuck!"

"Do you really hate me?" Blaine pouted, tracing his tongue along the edge of the puckered rim and making Kurt's body jerk. "Because the way you're moaning tells me otherwise." Blaine dipped his tongue into the muscles, feeling Kurt clench around him as he swirled the tip around once and then pulled it out. Kurt cried out, his panting breaths making Blaine's cock twitch against the bed as he shifted and thrust his tongue back in. Kurt's muscles immediately clamped down around him as another cry echoed around the room and Blaine pushed his tongue in further, until his nose was smushed against Kurt's perineum and the other man was writhing beneath him.

"Yes," Kurt moaned. "Thank you for finally using your tongue for something besides talki– Blaine! Right there!"

Blaine moaned as Kurt's body jerked back against his mouth and he rolled his tongue up against the edge of Kurt's prostate again. Kurt's hips bucked, his cock now fully hard and glistening with pre- come as Blaine slowly pressed his tongue into the same spot again. Kurt whimpered pitifully and suddenly his heels were digging into Blaine's shoulder blades and trying to force him in deeper. With a quick movement, Blaine slid his tongue out and pushed himself up, first staring down at Kurt's stretched, wet hole and then up at Kurt's face, which was fixing him with a deadly glare.

"Legs up," Blaine commanded, taking Kurt's legs by the calves and forcing them back down.

"No," Kurt protested, shoving his legs back against Blaine's hands. It took all of Blaine's strength to keep them pinned to his chest. "Legs wrapped around some part of you while you fuck me."

There was really no way Blaine could deny those words. His cock bobbed slightly as he released Kurt's legs and before he could think, Kurt had pushed him back until he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him and then crawled into his lap. Kurt's long legs wound themselves around his hips as he settled in his lap, their cocks trapped between their bodies as Kurt tilted his head and slanted his lips over Blaine's. Blaine groaned a little into the kiss, rubbing his hands over the smooth skin of Kurt's thighs and around to his ass.

"Ride me," he requested softly, pulling his lips away from Kurt's and dipping his head to suck on the other man's pulse point. He felt Kurt's ankles untangle against his lower back and then the dip of the mattress as Kurt pressed his feet into it and raised himself up, arms tight around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine sighed contentedly and grasped his erection, guiding himself into the smooth, warmth of Kurt's body as Kurt lowered himself back into his lap.

They both moaned loudly, pausing to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of being joined together before Blaine grabbed onto Kurt's ass and slowly dragged him up and then let him drop back down his cock.

"Fuck," Blaine swore, panting as Kurt wrapped his legs around his hips again and braced his forearms on his shoulders to start sliding up and down his cock. He bent his legs until Kurt's body was cradled between his chest and thighs and stared to thrust with Kurt's movements. "Make me come, Kurt, please, make me come. I'm so close."

He whimpered loudly as Kurt started to rock harder and captured his lower lip between his teeth. His entire body was tense and burning as sweat slipped down his chest and back and gathered on his eyebrows.

"Kiss me," Blaine whispered breathlessly as his hips jerked up slightly on the bed and the heat in his stomach churned. Kurt's head tilted, his parted lips slanting over Blaine's. The brush of Kurt's lips over his was almost unbearably gentle, and the sweetness of it made his stomach swoon again. With one arm Blaine helped Kurt ride him, with the other he dropped his hand to Kurt's half- hardness pressed between them and started stroking him.

A strangled gargling noise bubbled up out of Kurt's chest as Blaine set a rigorous pace, gripping him firmly and twisting his wrist hard.

"So beautiful," Blaine murmured as Kurt threw his head back and panted loudly. He nipped gently at the exposed column of flesh now in his face and growled slightly at his next words. "I love how you take all of me into your pretty little ass. You're so good and tight for me."

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, ending on a whine as Blaine jerked his hips more roughly, his pinky snagging on Kurt's ball sack until it was rising and falling against Blaine's stomach in rhythm with his fist.

It was Blaine's turn to groan loudly as Kurt's muscles squeezed him as he rocked back into Kurt. He bent his legs, pressing his heels into the bed and buried his face into Kurt's neck as he started driving his hips up as fast and as hard as he could. Fuck, he needed to come; needed to feel the smooth warmth of Kurt clenched snugly around him as he came.

"Harder, Blaine," Kurt pleaded above him, and Blaine whimpered against the other man's neck, feeling Kurt's sweat mingling with his own as he jerked his hips as hard as he could, making the bed rattle and shake underneath them. Kurt's body arched into him and he tried to keep his focus on jerking Kurt off as he thrust, but his hand was becoming uneven and sloppy and the breathless moans and demands for him to go faster and harder were making his head spin off its axis.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kurt chanted and suddenly a tongue was curling around the shell of Blaine's ear. Hot, moist breath was brushing over his sweaty skin and he was spiraling out of control. He felt detached from the sporadic movement of his hips and his fist as they kept up their abrasive, fast pace as his mouth fell open against Kurt's neck and he moaned, loud and long. Kurt cried out against his ear, and Blaine felt sticky warmth coating his hand and dripping down onto his stomach as Kurt came with him.

"Jesus," Blaine breathed as Kurt sunk down onto him one final time and stilled. Their chests were heaving against each other's as Blaine nuzzled his face against Kurt's neck and pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind Kurt's ear.

"Definitely still Kurt," was the instant response. "I don't fancy changing my name to Jesus either, if that's what you're hoping for. You were doing so good there for a while with the name thing."

"Shut up," Blaine grumbled as Kurt's arms slid around him and they sunk backwards into the mattress. It creaked loudly from the slight movement and Blaine winced. He wouldn't be surprised it the whole damn bed collapsed under them any second because his bed had never made that noise of protest over him laying down before.

"One more round and I think we'll break it like you wanted," Kurt said thoughtfully, bouncing slightly on his ass and then wincing in pain. The bed creaked loudly again.

"I don't know if either of our asses can handle another round," Blaine muttered tiredly as Kurt curled up onto his side and gazed over at him.

Blaine tilted his head to the side to look over at him, and felt himself blush at the shy, bright grin directed at him. It was ridiculous how they both went from dirty- talking and fucking to being completely bashful around each other when their cocks weren't hard. It didn't make sense to him that Kurt could be so adorably sweet when he'd spent the past three months sexually harassing him at work.

Kurt's eyes slipped past his face and settled on something behind him. "Do you think that water's safe to drink?" he asked.

His neck cracked a little as he twisted around to look at the full water pitcher on his night- stand. There was a vague memory of Santana leaving it there when her and Anna had woke him up, but that didn't mean much of anything. Knowing his flatmate it was spiked with something that could result in them fucking each other past the point of exhaustion. At the moment Blaine couldn't even move his arm to grab it, but he didn't trust whatever was in it either.

"Knowing Santana is either not water, or spiked with something," Blaine told him.

Kurt nodded slightly and shifted closer to him on the bed. A pair of fingers walked across Blaine's abdomen and he shivered a little. "Sounds like something she'd do," Kurt agreed as his fingers reached Blaine's hipbone and curled around his side, tugging him closer until Kurt's lips were against Blaine's neck.

Blaine groaned as Kurt's leg curled over his thighs. "We'll have to get something from the kitchen," he said knowledgably as Kurt sucked intently on his neck.

"But I'm too dehydrated to make it to the kitchen," Kurt murmured against his skin, tracing his tongue over where he'd been sucking.

"And you think another round of sex is going to help?" Blaine retorted, feeling Kurt's hardening cock rub against his thigh. With a heavy effort he twisted in Kurt's embrace and rolled over on top of him, catching the other man's hands and pinning them against the mattress above his head. He dipped his head and captured Kurt's lower lip between his teeth, nibbling gently as Kurt's hips rocked up against his hold.

"You know," Blaine said thoughtfully as he pulled away from Kurt and stood up. "We never made a rule about being naked in the kitchen... "

With a roguish wink and a flirty smile Blaine turned and left his room, heading down the hall, through the entry way and into the little kitchen. It took him a lot longer than he'd thought it would. Not even two steps in and he was limping, his ass throbbing and burning. He swore when he finally reached the counter and leaned over it, eyeing the barstools on the other side. Even if he'd wanted to he wasn't going to be sitting down for at least another six hours.

Blaine stumbled over to the cabinet and pulled a glass out, returning to the sink and filling it up as something crashed into the wall behind him.

Kurt groaned in pain as Blaine shut the tap off and turned around. He watched Kurt limp over to his side, a hand massaging his ass, as he chugged down the water.

"Looking a little sore there, Hummel," Blaine quipped, turning around to fill his glass back up. A warm body pressed up against his back and he moaned softly as Kurt's cock slid between the halves of his ass.

"Not too sore for you to fuck me again," Kurt replied, dropping a condom and the bottle of lube onto the counter top next to Blaine's hand.

Blaine could feel the heat started to surge through his cock again, but it was slightly painful and after the night he'd had he knew it was going to take a lot longer than ten minutes for him to get as hard as Kurt was again.

Kurt's palms circled around his sides and rubbed over his nipples as he thrust lazily against Blaine's ass. "Do you want me over the counter or the table?" he whispered lustfully in Blaine's ear.

"You're staying right here," Blaine commanded, turning in Kurt's arms and pushing him back against the island counter. Kurt whimpered as his ass dug into the counter's edge. Blaine growled low in his throat and traced his hands over Kurt's hips pressing his chest against Kurt's and forcing him to bend back slightly as he kissed him roughly. "I still haven't had the chance to blow you like you did to me in the car last night."

Kurt breathed in sharply against his lips before Blaine pulled again and attached his lips to Kurt's neck, his hand dropping down between them to grasp Kurt's erection. A loud moan greeted his ears when he tugged roughly on Kurt's cock, tracing his tongue over the soft column of flesh as Kurt threw his head back and thrust into his fist.

"Hurry up," Kurt demanded as Blaine's hand continued its slow pace. Blaine chuckled against Kurt's neck as he growled in frustration and tried to quicken the pace by jerking his hips. Suddenly, he grabbed Kurt's hip with his other hand and pressed him back against the counter harder, brushing their thighs together as he backed Kurt up as much as possible so he couldn't move.

Kurt hissed in pain as the counter dug into his ass and Blaine chuckled deeply again and sucked softly on Kurt's collarbone. "You are so impatient," he breathed, stroking up Kurt's length and rubbing his thumb over the silt. He kept his hand there, tugging a little as he rubbed the pre- come gathering over the head of Kurt's cock. The man whimpered, his body jerking as much as it could against his hold as he looped his arms around Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine took his time, brushing his tongue over Kurt's collarbones and chest, placing wet, open- mouthed kisses every few inches as he started to smear Kurt's pre- come down his erection. The thick flesh pulsed in his grip and he groaned a little as he started to bend down so that he could drag his tongue over Kurt's nipple.

"Fuck, just put your mouth where your hand is," Kurt begged as his body rolled against Blaine's, pressing his nipple against Blaine's lips. Blaine grinned against his skin and sucked the taut, pink skin into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and making Kurt cry out loudly. "God, Blaine, please."

"I love it when you ask so nicely," Blaine told him, soothing his tongue over Kurt's nipple and sinking down to his knees. He dragged his hands down Kurt's hips and thighs, leaning forward as Kurt bucked. "Patience," he reminded him as scraped his teeth over Kurt's hipbone and then sucked softly on the spot.

Kurt whined above him as he traced his left hand back up Kurt's thigh, slowly sliding it in and up until he was cupping Kurt's ball sack. He brushed his lips over Kurt's hip and along his navel, dipping his tongue out and licking around to the underside of Kurt's cock. For a few seconds, he pulled back and watched Kurt's cock bob above his face, watched Kurt swallowed and shudder above him.

Then he leaned back in catching the soft skin between Kurt's ball sack and cock between his lips and sucking on it. Kurt shouted low in his throat, one of his feet kicking up off the floor and slamming flat- footed against the cabinet. Blaine sucked intently for another moment and then pulled off with a faint pop, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of Kurt's cock and dragging it teasingly up his erection.

"Is there where you want my mouth, baby?" he asked sultrily, swirling his tongue around the tip of Kurt's cock and then brushing his lips against it. Instead of answering in coherent English, Kurt made a desperate gargling noise and tangled his fist into Blaine's curls, urging his move down.

Blaine grinned as he pulled back and teasingly pressed his tongue against the silt on the head. As Kurt snarled in annoyance above him, he breathed in deeply and then sealed his lips are Kurt's thick cock, sliding down slowly until Kurt slid into his throat and his nose was pressed against Kurt's navel.

Kurt arched against his mouth, hands bracing himself against the counter as Blaine swallowed around him and then pulled back a few inches before sinking back down. He dug his fingers into Kurt's firm ass and urged him to start thrusting into his mouth.

A groan echoed around the kitchen as Kurt's hips pumping shallowly. "Fuck, how hard can you take me fucking your throat, sweetheart?"

In response, Blaine hollowed his cheeks and breathed sharply through his nose, using his hands to tug on Kurt's ass and force him to start rolling his hips harder.

"God, yes," Kurt moaned above him. "That feels so fucking good."

Blaine moaned around Kurt and opened his mouth wider. His jaw was aching and his eyes were starting to water, but Kurt was panting and moaning and making the most beautiful noises he'd ever heard – even better than the noises he'd made last night or earlier. His own cock twitched between his legs, and started to lengthen and harden as Kurt's hand yanked roughly on his curls, urging him to start bobbing his head with Kurt's thrusts.

"You like having your face fucked don't you, Blaine?"

He whimpered around Kurt's cock as the man's thrusts became harsher, and started to bob his head as much as he could, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.

Kurt shouted above him, leaning back against the counter as he slowed the pace of his hips. His body was trembling as Blaine continued to suck eagerly. "Fuck, I- I'm so c- close," Kurt stammered, his hips rolling desperately. "Can– can I c- come in your– "

Kurt cut off with a groan when Blaine nodded, sinking back down his cock and rolling his balls with his hand. With his other hand Blaine fumbled for the bottle of lube Kurt had dropped on the counter, finally finding it and popping it open. As Kurt cried out and started to thrusts harshly into his throat again, Blaine closed his eyes against the urge to gag and coated his fingers with lube, dropping the bottle and quickly slipping them between Kurt's ass cheeks and thrusting a finger roughly through the ring of muscles.

With a echoing yell, Kurt slammed into his throat once more, and Blaine choked this time, feeling his thick cock twitching and coming as his own cock bobbed against his navel. The hand that had been tugging at his hair loosened and slowly massaged his scalp as Kurt's hips continued to stutter and his warm come shot down Blaine's throat. When Kurt finally eased out, Blaine gasped loudly and choked down a mouthful of air, feeling Kurt start to fuck himself on the finger he still had in his ass.

"Mmm, I suppose I'll let you fuck me as a reward for that," Kurt purred in bliss, reaching down to his ass and uncurling another one of Blaine's fingers so that it slid inside him with the first.

"That's what I gave you in return last night," Blaine gasped, slowly getting his breathing under control as he pushed a third finger inside of Kurt and started to thrust them roughly. "You didn't even get me off either."

"Only because you made me stop," Kurt retorted instantly, locking his gaze on Blaine's and Blaine groaned at the lustful look Kurt was giving him – at all the unspoken things Kurt was begging for him to do to him. "Counter or table?" Kurt asked breathlessly.

"Let's make counters a tradition," Blaine decided, pulling his fingers out of Kurt's ass and standing up. "Pick a spot," he commanded softly, digging a condom out of the box, opening it, and then rolling it onto himself. He scooped the lube bottle off the floor and spun around, finding Kurt bent over the counter facing the doorway, his back arched so that his ass was raised up and his elbows propping him up on the counter.

"Hoping for an audience, Hummel?" he asked playfully, swatting his hand across one of Kurt's ass cheeks as he lubed his cock up and positioned himself behind Kurt.

"Whatever makes you fuck me hard," Kurt replied evenly, arching his ass back until it brushed against Blaine's cock.

Blaine groaned a little and grasped his erection, pressing it against the stretched puckered skin between Kurt's ass cheeks as he rolled his hips forward slightly.

"God, yes," Kurt whimpered, dropping his forehead onto the counter top and shoving himself back a few more inches onto Blaine's cock. "You're so thick, sweetheart."

"You're not too shabby yourself," Blaine quipped, easing his hips forward until he was completely sheathed inside Kurt. He massage one hand over Kurt's lower back gently, and curled the other around his waist to stroke his soft cock. Kurt hissed as he fisted his cock, and Blaine knew it was because he was still sensitive from his orgasm – or more correctly his most recent orgasm. By the time they were finished in here he imagined they'd both be lucky to still be alive after how many times they'd come in the past twelve hours.

"Shut up and fuck me," Kurt snapped and Blaine grunted in reply as he pulled out completely and then slammed his hips forward, burying himself back into Kurt's heat. A long moan greets his movement, and he pulled back again, feeling Kurt clench tightly around him as if he was attempting to keep his cock in his ass. He thrust roughly again and started pumping his hips quickly, his head already buzzing and dizzy as his hipbones slapped against Kurt's ass.

"Decided to change the location of the party, I see," said a sly voice from the doorway and Blaine's hips paused in their jerky movements as his eyes flew to the doorway only to find Santana standing there watching them fuck.

"Don't mind me," she added quickly, dropping her school bag onto the table and pulling out a chair to sit in. "I'm just here for the show."

Blaine's first instinct was to get rid of her and he made to pull out of Kurt and throw her bodily from their apartment until he was finished, but Kurt whined at his movements, clenching tightly around him again and tugging on his arm to pull him in place. He breathed in sharply as Kurt's other hand reached back and clamped over his ass, holding him flush against Kurt.

"Fuck, you want her to watch?" he whispered, bending his upper body so that he could kiss the dip between Kurt's shoulder blades.

"I don't want you to stop," Kurt told him, rolling his hips in an attempt to fuck himself on Blaine's cock.

"I'll even pay you two if you want," Santana called across the room, and Blaine glared angrily at her. If he didn't know any better he'd swear she set this all up just so she could get off on him and some guy fucking. Of course, he wasn't one hundred percent positive that she had set Kurt after him, but he'd be willing to put a hell of a lot of money on it.

"I hate you," he snarled, bucking his hips forward forcefully and making Kurt's hips smack against the edge of the counter. The other man moaned desperately above him, and Blaine glanced down long enough to see Kurt's hand disappear under his body. He dug his own fingers into Kurt's hips to hold him steady as Kurt's fingers curled around his own cock and started to thrust as hard and violently as he could.

He continued to slam his hips forward, hearing the cabinet doors on the far side rattle from the strength of his movements while Kurt clawed at the counter top and cried out loudly, his fist rapidly stroking his cock.

Santana sighed loudly and fanned herself and Blaine scowled at her, his fingernails cutting into Kurt's hips as he slammed forward again. Kurt moaned weakly, and Blaine felt him clench up around himself as he came across the counter top. He braced his hands on the counter's edge on either side of Kurt's torso as the other man's knees shook and his body went limp.

"Blaine... " he whined softly, reaching out a trembling hand to pull Blaine down until his chest was rubbing against Kurt's back. "Come for me."

Blaine groaned as his hips kept up their rough pace, his thrusts were becoming more shallow and even though he could hear Santana saying something it was deafened by the rush filling his head. Kurt was so warm and tense against his chest and stomach, so slick and tight around his cock. The other man twisted his upper body just enough to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Blaine was gone, shouting and groaning as his hips spasmed of their own accord and his cock throbbed inside of Kurt as he came.

"Fuck," he swore, his whole body trembling as he eased himself out of Kurt's ass. Kurt twisted between his arms and curled his fingers into his sweaty hair, tugging him down for a slow, almost tender kiss.

"God, can you two just be fuck buddies forever or something?" Santana asked breathlessly. "That was so fucking hot."

Blaine yanked his mouth away from Kurt's as the other man giggled. "Fuck you," he snarled at her, but Kurt shushed him and pulled him down for another sweet kiss. He melted into it despite how much he wanted to throttle Santana at the moment. Kurt had never kissed him like this before, and while he'd loved their rough, desperate, passionate kisses from before this one made his toes curl against the floor tiles and his stomach clench and flutter.

"You heard him, Kurt," Santana quipped. "Hurry up and get on that ass so we can go get lunch or something. I know you're both starving by now."