Aly2008
Nov. 6, 2011, 5:42 p.m.
The First Time
A moment, a movement can change everything. Scene for "The First Time."
E - Words: 288 - Last Updated: Nov 06, 2011 840 0 1 2 Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: first time,
Author's Notes: Spoilers, perhaps, for 3.05, "The First Time." Sorry for the uninspired title.
It had taken a lifetime of moments to get here from Kurt’s request on the stage. Soft kisses, gentle hands and scattered “I love yous.”
Blaine could feel the heat first and slight dip of Kurt’s stretched hole against the head of his penis before he tried to press in. Slowly, using his hand as a guide, Blaine pushed, feeling the ring of muscle clench around him against the intrusion. He stopped when he was only an inch in, gritting his teeth. Despite how wonderful it felt, the moist heat and squeeze of Kurt, Blaine strained to remember what he had read. He should give Kurt time to adjust.
Blaine made his eyes refocus, noticing the slight grimace of discomfort even as Kurt’s eyes were wide with anticipation. Balancing with one hand, Blaine reached up to brush a bead of sweat off Kurt’s forehead.
“Are you okay? How does it feel?”
“It burns a little, but I think you should keep going,” Kurt whispered.
Blaine swallowed hard, and keeping his eyes locked on Kurt, pressed further until he was completely sheathed and his balls rested against the curve of Kurt’s cheeks.
Kurt shuddered beneath him. “Just give me a minute.”
Blaine eased himself down onto his elbows, and the silence was only broken with soft exhales of breath and the rustle of sheets. The space around them prickled with awareness.
And then Kurt shifted beneath Blaine, and he felt his world narrow to the delicious friction of that movement. The press and rub of the skin over their hips contrasted with the tight drag around his penis.
Blaine buried his head in the crook of Kurt’s neck, lips lightly resting against his collarbone, and let out a soft moan.
Blaine could feel the heat first and slight dip of Kurt’s stretched hole against the head of his penis before he tried to press in. Slowly, using his hand as a guide, Blaine pushed, feeling the ring of muscle clench around him against the intrusion. He stopped when he was only an inch in, gritting his teeth. Despite how wonderful it felt, the moist heat and squeeze of Kurt, Blaine strained to remember what he had read. He should give Kurt time to adjust.
Blaine made his eyes refocus, noticing the slight grimace of discomfort even as Kurt’s eyes were wide with anticipation. Balancing with one hand, Blaine reached up to brush a bead of sweat off Kurt’s forehead.
“Are you okay? How does it feel?”
“It burns a little, but I think you should keep going,” Kurt whispered.
Blaine swallowed hard, and keeping his eyes locked on Kurt, pressed further until he was completely sheathed and his balls rested against the curve of Kurt’s cheeks.
Kurt shuddered beneath him. “Just give me a minute.”
Blaine eased himself down onto his elbows, and the silence was only broken with soft exhales of breath and the rustle of sheets. The space around them prickled with awareness.
And then Kurt shifted beneath Blaine, and he felt his world narrow to the delicious friction of that movement. The press and rub of the skin over their hips contrasted with the tight drag around his penis.
Blaine buried his head in the crook of Kurt’s neck, lips lightly resting against his collarbone, and let out a soft moan.
End Notes: Feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is kind of a first attempt!