Author’s Note:
Hey guys. I’m back. And I brought a little Klaine love making with me. I hope it’s okay J. Thank you so much for your support. It means so much.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Kurt or Blaine or Finn or Glee. But it makes me happy.
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It was when Kurt began to have sex with Blaine is when he started to notice something.
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It seemed like a miracle that Kurt had somehow gotten Blaine. He was allowed to kiss him and touch him and hold him and love him and god Kurt felt so incredibly lucky. Everything was insanely, immaculately, absolutely perfect. He had Blaine. The boy he had loved since the beginning, when Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand those many months ago. Kurt was in love and Kurt was drowning in it.
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Blaine made it easy to fall for him. Because Blaine was so amazing. Handsome, strong Blaine, with such a good head on his shoulders and a thirst for knowledge. Those were the things Kurt wanted, the things Kurt craved. And when he kissed this gorgeous, talented boy, he was in heaven. And he knew that this was right. Kurt was supposed to be there, with Blaine, kissing and caressing him.
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But there was the physical side.
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Blaine was so many great things. But by far the most prominent thing that was new for Kurt was that Blaine turned him on. Oh god did Blaine turn him on. Kurt, who was previously thought sweet and innocent, ice princess and devoid of all knowledge of anything of the sexual nature, wanted to make his boyfriend come so hard he couldn't see or breathe. Kurt realized this sounded intense. But that was what it was. Intense, burning, electric, crazy desire. If Kurt had any doubts of his sexuality they would've flown out the window the minute he met Blaine. Because Blaine was so hot. Finally being intimate with Blaine the first night was positively exhilarating in the best possible way. Everything Blaine did somehow made Kurt shiver with arousal, hot blood surfacing and coursing through him.
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Making love with Blaine was amazing. But Kurt began to think maybe it was just amazing for him. It was the fifth time making love with Blaine is when Kurt realized something was up. Blaine was fucking into him (Kurt flushed at the thought) and it was perfect. But something in Blaine's eyes didn't seem right. The muscles in his face were tense. There was a look of pleasure on Blaine's face, but it was so slight, subtle. Blaine's eyes were closed off, not through the lids, no. His eyes were opened. But they were closed. Blaine always seemed intensely satisfied after sex and Kurt supposed he was. But it didn't stop it from haunting Kurt.
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Kurt found himself thinking the worst. Maybe he was doing something wrong. Kurt felt his throat tighten up. He had tried so hard. Often times he made it all about Blaine in his mind: Does this feel good for Blaine? Will Blaine like this? Focus on Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine. Kurt wanted so much to please his boyfriend, to make this wonderful, amazing boy feel good. Maybe Blaine just didn't want him after all. Kurt found himself biting his lips hard to keep the sadness from pouring out. He felt it, welling up in his chest, squeezing his throat. Kurt choked as he tried to breathe, squirming in his bed. He was careful no to disturb the sleeping Blaine next to him. They had fallen asleep snuggling after watching Moulin Rouge.
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Through the sleep, Kurt had wiggled out of Blaine's grasp, and Blaine just curled in on himself, rustling against the sheets. Kurt rolled over in his thoughts, looking at his boyfriend. He sighed quietly. Blaine was laying peacefully, mind swimming in nothing. Kurt couldn't help but feel jealous. His mind was taking him to terrifying places as Blaine's mind took him into fantastic dreams, or perhaps nowhere at all. It seemed like Blaine's only outlet for stress was sleep.
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Kurt didn't want to think it was his fault, but he couldn't think of anything else. He couldn't stop himself from thinking that maybe Blaine would leave him. Then where would Kurt be. Left in the dust. He would have friends, but they wouldn't understand. Not like Blaine had. Blaine was always there. Whenever Kurt needed Blaine, he was always there and he never failed to help Kurt. Even over small things like which soup he should get at Panera. The thought of Blaine not being there at all made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out. The idea shook him to the core and made his muscles scream and his bones cold.
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All because he knew Blaine could maybe do better. Kurt normally never let himself think something as preposterous as this, but he couldn't kill the insecurity. Kurt thought that it was just his anxiety he had gained (His mother had had awful clinical anxiety. Kurt was lucky to only inherit a small portion rather than the whole thing). But over time it ate away at him, making him more emotionally vulnerable than he had been in a long while. A small shift in the bed next to him pulled Kurt out of his thoughts. Kurt turned to see Blaine, still peaceful as ever, smacking his lips together as his smooth curls pressed up against the pillow. Kurt felt his face contract into a slight frown and he sighed again.
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Kurt felt his heart rate slow as he watched Blaine sleep, sunlight peeking through the window. Flecks of gold brushed against Blaine's olive skin as sunshine poured through. Kurt finally turned over, mind still swimming with terrible thoughts. They had been harassing him for months now and it was almost too much to bear. He would think about often, more often than he should've been. Kurt knew it didn't do to dwell on thoughts like these, but even so they were eating him alive. Kurt never wanted anyone to know how many times he had spent crying himself to sleep or, even worse, lying lifeless, staring at the ceiling with nothing but worry on his mind. He had always finished by drifting into an uneasy sleep. But these habits weren't that easy to accomplish the past few days, as Burt and Carole went on a spring break vacation. Blaine had practically lived at the Hudmel house. It wasn't that he didn't get along with his family. His dad had just gotten a new job, working longer hours and his mom often traveled. Cooper had moved out.
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Blaine's family didn't mind that he spent all his time with Kurt. As long as he wasn't cooped up in the household all day they were happy.
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So it was just them, talking and cooking and cuddling and even lovemaking on occasion. Kurt gazed at his clock. It was almost 2 minutes until his alarm was set to go off at 6:00. Kurt finally laid on his side and slid his arm under his pillow, resting his head on his bicep, giving him a pleasurable pressure on his arm. He watched the dust swirl around in the bright sunlight, trying to bring his mind away from it's normal havoc. It didn't work. Kurt felt as though his stomach had leapt into his throat, even as he watched the smoothly dancing dust on the window sill. Another minute ticked by before Blaine would wake up, enhancing the awful thoughts making their way to the forefront of Kurt's mind.
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It was difficult, the last minute. The last one of pitiful solitude before he was forced to put a smile on for Blaine.
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BEEP
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And the day had begun. It took a second for Blaine to move beside him. He reached a muscled arm over Kurt's body to turn the alarm off, not realizing his boyfriend was awake. The annoying beep of the alarm clock had ceased and Blaine slid his hand over Kurt's arm, tickling the skin, causing the downy hairs on Kurt's forearm to stand as he smoothed over the soft, dark hair. "Kurt? Baby?" Blaine's voice was still thick with sleep and despite the inner turmoil Kurt felt, his lips raised in a smile at his tired boyfriend.
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Kurt turned over, t-shirt rubbing against his skin, as he settled his eyes on a weary Blaine. Blaine was rubbing his eyes as the long lashes fluttered against his cheek bones. Blaine gave him a sleepy smile when Kurt looked at him. "Morn'n," Blaine mumbled. Kurt giggled in spite of himself. A drowsy Blaine was very entertaining. "How long have you been awake?" Blaine asked, yawning after his statement.
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4 hours. "Not too long," Kurt replied. His tone was sort of dull, a bit lifeless.
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Blaine stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at Kurt quizzically. Kurt gulped. Blaine could read him like a fucking book when he wanted to.
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"Kurt?"
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"Mmm?"
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"Did I do something wrong?"
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Kurt choked on the air he was inhaling. "No!" Kurt exclaimed. Blaine furrowed his dark brows. "Kurt."
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"L-Look, it's nothing. Okay?"
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"Yeah," Blaine said, sounding defeated, "Yeah, okay."
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When they had finally rolled out of bed lazily, their limbs were tight from limited mobility and they stumbled down to the kitchen (They had mutually decided they should brush their teeth after eating after their 3rd day, when Blaine complained of how disgusting it was to drink orange juice with the taste of toothpaste in your mouth). They had started on making pancakes, Blaine stirring, Kurt pouring, hoping the smell of the cinnamon would finally get Finn out of his bed. It was sort of a classic love scene, them making breakfast together. It was comfortable, easy. They had come to know each other so well, it was muscle memory as they bustled throughout the kitchen, occasionally glancing at each other with a tender expression.
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Soon enough, Finn came tripping over his large feet clumsily, yawning, hair a complete mess. Kurt realized they probably looked little better. Finn dropped himself into a kitchen chair. "Hey," he yawned. Blaine bid him good morning. Throughout the last few days, this had become a normal routine for them. Kurt was one that when he was still tired, he wouldn't talk, like at this time, for instance. He kept his mouth shut as Blaine and Finn continued a lazy conversation about the Buckeyes game Kurt really didn't concentrate on last night, preferring to peruse a book instead.
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Kurt plopped more batter onto the griddle and took a deep breath, in and out. His mind was still full of doubting thoughts, despite their comfortableness with one another. Kurt knew they got along well. But he was scared that wasn't enough. He flipped a pancake, breathing heavily again, as Blaine and Finn rambled on about a good play made by a player whose name Kurt couldn't recognize.
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When Kurt had finished dwelling on these thoughts, he stacked the pancakes on a plate as Blaine began to rinse the bowl. Kurt slid the plate on the table, watching with amusement as Finn leaped like a wild animal. Blaine was watching too, chuckling when Finn asked what was so funny with his mouth full of food. Kurt sighed dramatically and went to fetch a wet washcloth.
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It felt damp, heavy in his hands. Kurt couldn’t help but compare himself to it, droopy an sad looking. At least, he presumed that’s how he looked.
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Blaine was cautious of Kurt all day, watching him with wondering eyes, as though he could see the answer blurry on Kurt’s face and kept trying to focus it. He had sensed something was wrong with Kurt since this morning, the way he had acted. Kurt was always quiet when he was tired. But not like this. Not cold and dreary.
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The afternoon had soon settled upon them as they relaxed throughout the day, playing Wii once and going to Wawa for slushies (They were actually quite good if they weren’t being splashed on your face with no warning to you). It had been a day to dawdle, peaceful and easy. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they sat with each other in a tense silence. You would almost think there was a fight going on between them. But quite the contrary.
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They seemed happy in each other’s presence. But when Kurt thought he wasn’t looking, Blaine found a trace of sadness on his boyfriend’s gorgeous features, not usually there upon Blaine being there. Blaine started to read Kurt’s face, seeing the happy front he put on. It frustrated Blaine to see Kurt in a miserable state. Whenever he asked what was wrong, Kurt wouldn’t budge.
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Blaine pondered throughout the day, making notes of Kurt’s behavior in his mind, desperate for information. He knew there was no point in begging Kurt into telling him what was wrong. Kurt was too stubborn for that. And it’s because Kurt wouldn’t share with him, Blaine was beginning to think it was about him.
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He thought Kurt liked what he had to offer, a good head on his shoulders and amazing self-control.
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But what Kurt didn’t know was that control was the problem.
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Blaine wouldn’t ever let himself go, even in throes of glorious passion.� Blaine was so used to having to be controlled, tense, especially after that damaging night at the Sadie Hawkins dance.� He liked to keep control. He wasn't a control freak, no. Blaine had worked for years to control himself.
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Blaine had built it up subconsciously, before actually realizing what he was doing. The only thing Blaine didn't realize was that it was hurting Kurt. Instead he overlooked this simple fact about himself, thinking on as to what could be the problem.
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Night was simple. Kurt would shower first, Blaine always catching a wonderful fleeting glimpse of his boyfriend's naked body, before walking into the steamy room, stripping himself of his clothes. They had finished dinner, barbecue chicken with asparagus and fruit salad for desert. They brushed their teeth.
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They had finally settled on the couch, deciding to watch Tangled. Blaine had an insane love for Pascal and, well, Kurt really couldn't say no to that face. Blaine and Kurt had laid sideways on the couch, cradling each other, nestled in the warmth of the other. Lazy smiles appeared as the opening credits began, Blaine smoothly humming along with Mandy Moore's voice.
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Kurt let himself be held by his boyfriend, deciding to worry about the already known fate of Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, rather than his own doubts.
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Blaine's face was nuzzled into Kurt's neck as the ending credits finished. Kurt hummed and petted Blaine's hair, body finally heavy with exhaustion for the first time in awhile. It felt good. Kurt was too tired to worry. They stumbled into Kurt's room after awhile, too sleepy to open their mouths. They fell onto Kurt's bed, pecking each other sweetly on the lips before drifting off into a heavy sleep.
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Kurt jumped awake, having had a heart stopping nightmare, featuring Blaine dumping him. Kurt's eyes were wide as he began to calm down, his breath moving out slowly. Kurt had had enough with this torture. But he didn't have the faintest clue.� Talking to Blaine might press into an awful break up.
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Kurt felt strange, having a shattered confidence lately. It felt like his protection was gone, a part of him gone. He usually brushed it off, approached a problem like this with open arms and mind. It made him feel empty, smaller. It just went to show how much he cared for Blaine. He loved Blaine so much, he literally felt his heart ache in his chest.
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He was facing Blaine when he awoke, forced to look at the adonis-like face of his boyfriend in his most peaceful state. Kurt longed to reach out and rub his thumb across Blaine's cheek, but it felt almost cruel to disturb the perfect picture. Kurt instead laid there, staring at his boyfriend, mind pumped to exploding point with ideas and doubts and depression.
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And Blaine laid there, delicate and as peaceful as ever, mouth open adorably in his relaxed state, making Kurt's heart ache. Blaine was a perfect boyfriend. He gave Kurt a feeling of protection, of stability, and control. But he just wanted to see Blaine lose that. Forget about his offerings and concentrate on the offerings given to him. Blaine was so calm. So controlled.
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Then something clicked.
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Blaine liked control, relied on control. Blaine had been bullied, much like himself. And Kurt knew, now that he wasn't bullied, now that he had that control of his life, it would be too hard to let go. Even Kurt had found it difficult their first time. But he realized it was good to lose control with Blaine.
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But Blaine… Kurt decided Blaine would be much harder to crack, much harder to give ultimate pleasure to.
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Kurt had to talk to Blaine soon. He looked at the clock. It read 3:15 AM. Maybe in the morning, Kurt thought as he sank back into the bed, pressed against the warm familiar body of his boyfriend.
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Kurt woke up to the loud beep of the alarm. Opening his eyes, he saw the mouthwatering line of Blaine's bicep as he reached to turn the alarm off. He watched is the muscle flexed and relax as he retracted his hands, smoothing one over Kurt's upper arm and shoulder. Kurt felt his body shudder as Blaine touched him.
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He don't know what it was, but today, the fire was nearly burning through him, every touch sending him into a mental frenzy. "Good morning," Blaine said sleepily, his breath hitting Kurt's ear warmly. Kurt smile grew blissful as her felt the damp exhale run up his skin. "Morning," Kurt said quietly, turning over to find Blaine's beautiful face hovering above him. Kurt couldn't resist bringing a hand to the back of Blaine's neck, beginning to toy with the curls, pulling slightly. Blaine sighed and smiled at the affectionate gesture.
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They laid there for awhile, just looking at each other, Kurt's soft hands constantly moving through Blaine's hair. Kurt found his mind trying to recall his hypothesis from the previous night. Blaine's hand had moved to Kurt's thigh as he massaged it lightly, causing the goosebumps to rise. Kurt was sure Blaine could feel the small bumps under his hand, but couldn't tell if Blaine cared or not.
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Kurt was sure Blaine didn't mean to do this as a way of initiating sexual contact. Though Blaine had carefully initiated every occurrence previously, with Kurt's consent of course. The control thing again, Kurt realized.
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They were still left staring, before Kurt decided it was enough and scooted out of Blaine's grasp to sit up and stretch.
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The conversation could wait till tonight.
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Kurt was dreading talking to Blaine. He was afraid of being wrong, off-kilter, still slightly worried that he couldn't really satisfy Blaine. The fear and dread and anxiety ate at Kurt, made him feel like he was nothing as he continued to try and deny that the situation was nothing.
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Really, to Kurt, it was everything.
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Because Blaine was so goddamn important. He made Kurt's heart sing, gave him hope when he was hopeless, made Kurt comfortable in his own skin, helped him conquer his fears. He was beautiful and sweet and everything Kurt truly thought he wasn't. Blaine was perfection, the sun that suddenly comes out while it's still raining. And Kurt was a wreck. This boy that deserved so much wasn't getting anything that he was from him. The thought made Kurt's heart hurt.
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No matter what the case was, Kurt couldn't help but feeling like it was all his fault.
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A smooth hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his haze of panic.
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Blaine's face peered back at Kurt, a soft and curious smile clearly evident in Blaine's expression. Kurt smiled back as his heart throbbed again at how beautiful this boy was. He had to do this. He had to.
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Kurt was going to throw up. He was going to vomit all over his boyfriend.
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They were all showered, ready for bed. Blaine was expecting the same old cuddling, nothing new or special. But Kurt's heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Do or die, Kurt, do or die.
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Blaine slunked into bed and patted the left side for Kurt. Kurt was cautious when laying down, his fingers shaking slightly. He bit his lip as Blaine turned over.
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Now or never.
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"Blaine?" God, even his voice was shaky. Blaine turned over to look at Kurt.
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"What?"
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"I--" Fuck, his throat was closing up. Nerves. "I need to talk to you," Kurt exhaled, breathing a little easier.
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" 'Bout what?" Blaine said, furrowing his brows and creating cute little creases on his forehead.
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"Well- I mean-err…" Spit it out, c'mon. "Lately- I feel- I feel a bit of d-disconnection. From... From you."
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Kurt was gnawing on his lip again as Blaine's expression turned worrisome. He couldn't stand to see the boy he loved so much look so helpless.
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"What do you mean, Kurt?" Always the eloquent one. Kurt felt like a mess.
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"Wh-When we… have sex."
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"Sex?"
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"Blaine- this is serious- I-" And here comes the vomit. "I feel like you're-you're too controlled," Kurt said quickly, wanting to take it back as soon as he saw Blaine's eyes widening a little.
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"Or-or maybe it's me." Kurt said offhandedly.

Blaine felt his heart ache as he heard the thickness in Kurt's voice.
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"Kurt-" Blaine sounded desperate and Kurt felt the urge hug him.
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Blaine felt the ache in his heart grow as he watched his boyfriend's jaw stiffen with effort and his eyes redden as Kurt blinked excessively, as though trying to rid himself of invisible tears.
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"N-No, Kurt it's not you, it's never you-God. It's me. It's-Kurt, I'm so sorry."
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"Blaine, I've been trying so hard-"
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"I know, I know." Blaine did know. God did he know. But he didn't notice.
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"I just- just wanna give you all that you've given me." Kurt's voice was turning croaky as his throat tightened. He was so upset, so frustrated.
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Blaine rose a hand to Kurt's face.
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"Don't you trust me?" Kurt, still croaky with stress.
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Blaine felt like his heart was just shattered into a million pieces. He was adamant about the fact that Kurt should never have to feel this way, so neglected, possibly even unloved. Because God, he loved Kurt so much it was painful. He could feel the love and the care and the need filling his blood, coursing and pulsing through his body.
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Kurt needed to be loved and know that he was loved. For someone as beautiful, as intelligent, as sweet, as perfect as Kurt is, to not feel appreciated was enough for Blaine to want to pull his hair out in anger. He hated himself for not letting go. But he couldn't. It was so difficult. Even with the person he trusted more that anyone else, Kurt.
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"Oh god, Kurt, I trust you with anything."
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"Then why won't you open yourself up to me? Let me see you, let me make you feel good."
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Kurt didn't know. Kurt didn't know how amazing he made Blaine feel. There was no way.
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"I-I can't. Kurt- it's so hard."
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Kurt's body softened as he watched his beautiful boy hang his head, trembling. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine. Blaine clung to Kurt, relying on his presence, his smell, his warmth to help him stop shaking. The moment was filled with a kind of relief and grief and it was impossible to tell which mood was stronger.
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Kurt rubbed his nails soothingly down Blaine's t-shirt-clad back, feeling the sobs dissipate after what seemed like an eon. Realistically, it had merely been a couple of minutes, but to Kurt, watching the one he loved cry seemed way too long for his liking. Blaine clutched at Kurt, head resting against his chest.
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The shudders stopped. Kurt moved his mouth to Blaine's ear. He let his breath hover teasingly as an idea built itself within Kurt's mind. "Trust me," Kurt whispered, savoring the slightly aroused shiver. "Kurt-I-I don't-"
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"Just try, Blaine. For me. Please?"
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Blaine decided to let his muscles relax as he rolled onto his back, looking up and Kurt with wonder, awe even. Kurt took this as incentive, excitement building through his body. The idea of it, the mere idea of seeing Blaine come completely undone was enough to make Kurt's heart leap into his throat.
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Kurt leaned over, hovering over Blaine. His boyfriend's breath smelled of peppermint, and his body was warm, smelling of something mouthwatering that Kurt couldn't put his finger on. He let his breath dance over Blaine's lips and almost smirked at the way Blaine inhaled shakily.
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Blaine was nervous beyond belief. His heart was racing and his stomach was flipping. And all the while his boyfriend was teasing him, looking at his lips. It frustrated and excited Blaine to no end. Kurt's eyes were gentle, no matter how lust blown they appeared. If Blaine was going to be honest, Kurt had this uncanny way of turning him on, just with his eyes. Kurt's eyes were beautiful and insanely expressive. Seeing these eyes react to him in this way made a string snap inside him.
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Kurt moved a little closer and Blaine was suddenly concerned that Kurt could possibly hear how hard his heart was pounding. Kurt moved a hand suddenly to brush Blaine's cheek, delighting and reveling in the little shiver that Blaine had. Blaine thought he was going to die when Kurt's body pressed to his, the effect so dizzying that Blaine had trouble keeping his eyes open. What was crazy to Blaine is that his boyfriend generated such a reaction within him without even kissing him. It had amazed Blaine each time they had made love.
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Blaine was severely concerned that he wouldn't make it before it was over. His cock was swelling rapidly in his sweatpants, hopefully going unnoticed by Kurt. The teasing was killing him and arousal was growing and flooding Blaine at an alarming rate. Suddenly, Kurt maneuvered up onto his elbow. They were so close now, they were inhaling each other's breaths, their lips brushing in the slightest way possible. Blaine shut his eyes tight and Kurt saw the tension apparent in his boyfriend's body. He moved his lips to Blaine's ear again and smiled as Blaine squirmed beneath him. This was such an easy spot for Blaine. But this time Blaine barely held back a small moan as Kurt's warm breath washed over his ear.
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"Relax,"
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Kurt watched as Blaine's adam's apple bob, hearing his throat contract as he swallowed dryly. Kurt felt the blood flooding into his groin, making his body pulse. Blaine felt a quantity of whimpers rising in his throat and he instinctively pushed them back. Kurt moved back and watched his thumb continue to rub Blaine's cheek. Blaine was holding his breath, his chest on a permanent rise and his stomach expanded.
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Kurt couldn't help but flicker his gaze from Blaine's tightly shut eyes to his pressed together lips as Blaine tried to relax his facial muscles. Blaine was wondering when this torture was going to end but, finally, finally Kurt's lips had lightly pressed to his.
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Blaine felt lightheaded as Kurt ran a hand down to his neck, rubbing and pressing. Kurt's lips were slow, sultry, seductive, as though he was trying to provoke Blaine, pull the desire out of his boyfriend so that it was out in the open, naked, and unabashed. Kurt's other hand rested on Blaine's waist and Blaine felt like Kurt was setting fire to him by his own hands, a fire that only grew, especially in his stomach as Kurt hitched a leg over Blaine's hips, purposefully avoiding the bulge that was largely evident and begging to be released.
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Blaine finally let his hands move to his boyfriend's sides. He felt the sweat breaking out over his forehead and his insides were screaming at him to move, to rub off on Kurt. The pain in his groin was building, suddenly becoming so aroused and them unable to tame it. Blaine's mind couldn't stop repeating Kurt's name was those soft lips pressed a bit harder to his own. He couldn't help himself as he slid his hands slightly under Kurt's shirt, feeling the body that belonged to him. Kurt was his.
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He could smell Kurt all around him and he was drowning in it. Kurt's lips never left his skin as he rubbed along the sensitive stubble of Blaine's jawline. Blaine clutched tighter to Kurt, squeezing his boyfriend's smooth muscles. Kurt nibbled on the sensitive skin right below his ear and this time Blaine couldn't stop himself.
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"Kurt," was Blaine's long, drawn out whimper. It made Kurt's cock throb and his eyes widen. His boyfriend. His so controlled, so strong boyfriend. Was coming apart at the seams. At Kurt's touch. Kurt's kisses. Kurt's nibbles. His stomach thrummed and dropped as he continued to caress, sucking Blaine's neck.
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Blaine felt his eyes rolling, unable to even see straight anymore. Everything was so hot. Too hot. Blaine's curls were starting to droop with perspiration. He fisted Kurt's shirt as he devoured Blaine's neck, sucking on the jugular. He kneaded Blaine's prominent obliques, accidentally shifting his thigh into Blaine's crotch.
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Kurt wasn't ready for the way Blaine's hips lifted off the bed with surprising strength, as Kurt had to put his whole weight onto his thigh. He was going to force Blaine to feel every bit of unbearable pleasure that he could. Blaine whined, long and loud and Kurt bit Blaine's neck suddenly, making the groan even deeper, reverberating around the room, warming Kurt to the core.
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"K-Kurt, Kurt please,"
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"Please, what?" Kurt said raspy and unhinged.
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"Anything," Blaine breathed.
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Kurt moved back and before Blaine knew it, his shirt was being pulled over his head and Kurt was suddenly attacking the newly bared skin. Blaine wasn't used to this. His inner strings snapping, silently begging for something, letting go of any inhibition. He probably looked awful, but Kurt's scorching body was on him and Blaine couldn't even bring himself to care anymore.
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Blaine dug his fingers into Kurt's damp hair, feeling the smoothness, smelling the scent of his shampoo. Kurt's hands swam over his body, smoothing and scratching over the sensitive skin of Blaine's chest and Blaine was writhing. It felt like desire and pride and power were filling Kurt's mind as he watched his boyfriend melt into pure sex. He watched the muscles is Blaine's jaw tensing and contracting as he gritted his teeth as Kurt suckled on his collarbone.
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Kurt thought Blaine looked absolutely sinful against his white sheets. His eyes were dark with lust, cheeks hot and slightly flushed. His mouth was parted and he didn't even seem to have control over what his body was doing anymore. As he kissed Blaine's pec, feeling the smooth and stiff surface of Blaine's nipple on his lips, Blaine had shifted his grip so that it left Kurt's waist, squeezing tightly on his shoulders instead. It was painful, but the pain was overrun by the whole crazy idea of what he was doing to Blaine, how he was making him feel.
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Blaine felt Kurt's erection pressed against his thigh and felt a whimper trying to force it's way out of his throat, completing it's quest when Kurt sucked a nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Blaine tried to open his eyes, but each time he couldn't see straight, unable to keep them under control as they rolled into the back of his head. He pushed his hips up again and Kurt's sucking turned into a bite, causing Blaine to shriek.
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Blaine heard the little whimpers he had so tried to keep inside his throat, now pouring freely into the open air of the room. Kurt moved to the other nipple, leaving the first one stiff, suddenly the wetness of Kurt's saliva becoming pleasurably cool on Blaine's sensitive skin. Everything was electrified. His senses were reacting even at the smallest of touches. And Kurt was everywhere, soft nose rubbing against his skin, warm mouth sucking Blaine's nipple and Blaine was making little cooing noises of desperation.
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Blaine shuddered as Kurt ran his slick tongue down to Blaine's stomach. Kurt felt the aroused muscles tense and contract under his tongue, making his own stomach tighten. Blaine was in heaven, his legs shaking as Kurt's chest pressed against his pulsing cock. He didn't think he had ever felt like this before. All those times Kurt and him had made love before, it was nothing compared to this. Kurt teasing him and enjoying doing so.
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Kurt finally ran his tongue through the little snail trail Blaine had, delighting in the shiver Blaine emitted. Blaine was currently clutching at the pillow behind him making these little noises. Kurt could barely contain himself from just rutting against Blaine's leg until he came in his pants. But he didn't have the heart to do that. To leave Blaine, helpless and hard, aching for release.
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Blaine felt his groin pulsing painfully, too much blood running to the spot. He felt the front skin of Kurt's nimble and smooth fingers finally digging under the waistband of his pajama pants and underwear. He whimpered as Kurt started pulling them down, brushing against the sensitive, wet head of his cock. Kurt watched Blaine's back arch temptingly as he pulled the offensive fabric off of Blaine's legs. He smoothed his hands along Blaine's thighs delicately. He came face to face with Blaine's cock, hard and pressed against his stomach, twitching slightly.
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Blaine cried out as he felt Kurt's damp breath ghosting over his cock, his hips rising slightly. He bit his lip hard and waited for the beautiful torture that was yet to come. Kurt found himself captivated by Blaine's body, looking at the way the head of Blaine's cock was shining wetly in the dim light of the room. Kurt could almost feel himself drooling at how tempting it looked. Finally, he took it in his hand, hearing Blaine gasp for air gorgeously as his arms slammed against the bed, hips rising ever higher invitingly.
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Kurt paused for a moment to gauge his boyfriend's reaction. He was breathing through his nose harshly, like a raging bull. His nipples were pointed peaks, his cheeks slightly red. Blaine was biting down on his lips, and from the redness of his lips, Kurt was worried the skin of his lip might split. But Blaine looked breathtaking.
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Kurt finally returned his attention back to Blaine's cock. He could swear he could feel it pulsing under his touch. It was smooth, thick, warm, and just perfect. Finally, Kurt gave Blaine a long, languid lick, finally tasting him. Kurt had always thought Blaine's taste was addicting. Blaine was groaning like a dying man. Kurt could never get enough of it. He could spend hours just tracing his tongue along the sensitive veins, feeling the wonderful weight of Blaine on his tongue, tasting the pure essence of the boy he loved. He flicked his tongue along the slit, gathering the sticky precome on his tongue, savoring the flavor enriching his tongue, listening to Blaine's strangled howl.
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Kurt opened his mouth, covering the head of Blaine's cock, sliding it to the back of his throat. Blaine felt as though he would faint. He lifted his head to see Kurt sucking him in, his eyes staring at Blaine, blue and dark but somehow resplendent. Suddenly, he felt Kurt swallow around him and that, combined with the visual, was enough to snap Blaine's head back as his mouth fell open, a mewl coming from his throat. Kurt stared at his boyfriend intensely, watching the pleasure overtake Blaine's entire body, morphing his expression into something even more magnificent than before. He watched with piercing eyes as he pushed this boy into clouds of ecstasy, watching him fall headfirst.
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Kurt's erection was excruciatingly painful as he saw Blaine's grimace of pleasure. He couldn't help himself as he rocked his hips slightly in time with the powerful sucks he gave Blaine. He bobbed his head slowly, watching Blaine's back rising off the bed as he let out an animalistic growl. Kurt felt his eyes rolling at the aroused sound.
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Blaine's thoughts were opaque, the only things running through his brain being, more and please and, most importantly, Kurt. Blaine's heart was pumping hard with effort as he moaned out these words unconsciously. He shuddered at the perfect mouth swallowing him up whole. Kurt's hands tightened on his thighs and he felt like he was dying, scratching his nails down Kurt's soon to be messy sheets. His nipples were hard, his cock even harder, his abdomen was tensing under the delicious wet heat being given to him. Blaine was losing himself throughout a sea of blissful nothingness, nearly crying at how amazing it all felt.
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He almost did cry when Kurt slowly slid off of him, leaving him naked and exposed. Kurt’s hand moved back to him and he whimpered with relief, hearing the slick sounds and feeling the glorious friction. But Kurt was going slow. So slow, Blaine thought he would die. He had been keeping the tension in his stomach from releasing but it was so hard. But Kurt had wanted him to just lay there. To endure the amazing torture being given to him.
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Blaine gasped as Kurt sucked a ball into his mouth, running his tongue over it. Blaine could hear the little slurping noises as Kurt lapped at the skin and he groaned loudly, uninhibited. He nearly slapped himself before remembering that Kurt wanted this. Wanted to see Blaine lose control so violently. Blaine couldn’t stop himself from whimpering at the thought of Kurt reducing him to an absolute blubbering mess, even more vulnerable than now.
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Kurt licked over Blaine’s scrotum, enjoying the feeling of the skin under his tongue. Here he knew Blaine would be teetering on the edge for a long while. He knew Blaine’s body. Read it like a book. He almost prided himself in knowing all the little ways he could make Blaine come undone. He nipped at the skin now, hearing Blaine’s little moan of appreciation. Kurt knew this wasn’t really the time to grin, but he couldn’t help his lips upturning into a little smile as he caressed Blaine’s balls, finally sucking the other one into his mouth, running soft fingers over the other.
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Blaine’s eyebrows were raised, drawn together in what looked like pain. But he was the farthest thing from it. Kurt’s kisses and nibbles sent shockwaves through his body. Blaine was now finding it increasingly easy to lose himself in this. He let Kurt do these things to his body and loved every second of it. ���
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Kurt himself felt nervousness spark inside him again as he moved his mouth away from Blaine’s balls, kissing Blaine’s upper thigh. He decided he was about to do something neither of them had done before and he wasn't sure Blaine would like it. Kurt couldn’t help it though. It was such a private part of Blaine. Beyond intimate. No one would ever see him there apart from Kurt. That boggled Kurt’s mind more than anything else. He ran his tongue over Blaine’s perineum, never missing the way Blaine shuddered as Kurt touched the sensitive spot.
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Blaine spread his thighs invitingly. He was willing to take whatever Kurt would give him. He felt like the atoms in his body were exploding in anticipation.
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Kurt finally kissed slightly around Blaine’s entrance, before pressing a sloppy open mouthed kiss there. It was like a salutation, a warm greeting as his tongue finally pressed against Blaine’s hole, soaking up the whimpers Blaine gave him as he pressed back delicately into Kurt’s mouth. Blaine was sure Kurt was really going to kill him. It felt like too much, like his body couldn’t handle it. But his body betrayed his sense, continuing to press back against Kurt in his ministrations.
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Kurt felt the little ring of muscles quiver under his seductive works of the tongue. This, right here, was only Blaine. Blaine and male, and elemental, and musk. Everything that was Blaine was right here, hitting his senses in a new way with each kiss. He circled his tongue, marveling at how right the taste of Blaine was on his palate. He pressed his fingernails into Blaine’s thighs harshly, pushing him apart to get more. All Kurt wanted was more.
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And all Blaine wanted was more. He rutted against Kurt’s face, pulling on the soft hair, and whining, nearly sobbing when Kurt pushed past the ring of muscle with his tongue, wiggling it around inside him. Kurt was truly licking him open now and all he wanted Blaine to do was take it. “Kurt,” Blaine choked. Kurt’s name was all that was running through Blaine’s head now. Kurt slid his tongue out slightly, nipping at the rim of Blaine now. Blaine was really sobbing now, yelling Kurt’s name and choking for breath.
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Kurt loved the way Blaine was babbling nonsense as he gripped Blaine’s dick hard as he stroked it, diving back head first into the crevices of him. He ignored the pleas of “Stop-I’m close-stop!” Kurt was getting greedy. He wanted it all. All of Blaine. And he would take it. He would take the moans and the sobs and the pleads for release. But there was so much he wanted to do. Kurt pulled away bitterly.
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Blaine choked on the air he was breathing, chest heaving as the warmth of Kurt left his body. He opened his eyes as he heard a rustle coming from the side of the room. Kurt was standing there, hair a mess, pants tented with a large wet spot visible. Blaine felt both upset and flattered. Upset that Kurt had gone untouched for so long, flattered that he had this effect on his previously baby penguin of a boyfriend.
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Kurt was reaching for the lube and a condom before nearly running the short distance back to his bed, shoving down his pajama pants. He grimaced in pain. His cock was a deep scarlet, standing at attention and naturally ready for whatever was to come. Blaine watched him with hungry eyes as he popped open the lube, spreading it over his fingers. He settled back on the bed on his stomach, under the thin sheets. Kurt’s cock rubbed pleasurably against his bedding, but he couldn’t concentrate on that. He had more important acts to perform. Kurt traced his slick fingers over Blaine’s entrance, teasing his boyfriend as he watched Blaine whimper desperately.
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Kurt watched his hands as he pressed a thin finger into Blaine’s hole, admiring the way Blaine took him in almost greedily. He bit his lip as he felt Blaine’s heat, the way he squeezed tight around him.
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Blaine felt only a slight discomfort with the first finger, soon completely masked by ecstasy as Kurt moved further into him, preparing him for something even greater. He couldn’t help the way his thighs spread even more, couldn’t help the way his back arched or the way he groaned helplessly. Kurt was splashing waves of white hot pleasure over his body as he stretched Blaine’s rim even further with a second finger.
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Kurt was biting his lips and whimpering slightly. The prospects of what was to come were haunting him in the most amazing way. And Blaine’s reactions. His body was so responsive under Kurt’s touch. Kurt loved this. He was giving Blaine everything he had, fulfilling him as he lovingly rubbed his thumb over the rim of Blaine’s asshole. Kurt was so captivated by Blaine’s everything. His little sighs of pleasure, the way he looked, melting under Kurt’s touch. Kurt was in love with it all and he curled his 2 fingers up, hoping to give Blaine the greatest thing he had ever known.
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Kurt rubbed over the little nub inside Blaine and Blaine felt as though he had been electrocuted. He shrieked his pleasure because fucking hell he wasn’t going to get through this. Kurt was opening him so perfectly, adding another finger now, and Blaine was writhing, hurtling towards a whole new plethora of sensation that he had barely known before. Kurt’s fingers were generating a wonderful drag, making his toes flex and the hairs on every part of his body stand up.
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Kurt watched in fascination at what he was doing to his boyfriend’s body. He felt the precome dripping down his own cock that was looking kind of purple now. He watched Blaine dig his nails into the soft cotton of his sheets. His hips were arching and his erection was dripping as well. Kurt couldn’t take it anymore. He slid his fingers out, missing the lovely pressure Blaine gave them.
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Blaine was hazy and couldn’t even gather the power to get up as he watched Kurt fumble with the condom. All he could do was wait, aching and ready for his boyfriend to enter him. He heard one last tiny snap of latex, a popping cap, and a squelching sound as his boyfriend readied himself.
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And just like that, he felt a heat all over him as Kurt draped his body over Blaine’s. Blaine moaned as he felt the first push of Kurt’s cock against his open entrance. Then Kurt looked into his eyes and suddenly, the world froze.
Kurt’s eyes were so dark, midnight blue now. But they were so wide, trusting. Blaine would’ve started to cry at the sheer beauty of them.
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Kurt was thinking along the same lines. Blaine’s eyes were once a cloudy hazel. Here they were a warm, molten gold. It was something he hadn’t seen in a long time and they were so close to him now. Kurt bit his lip as he watched Blaine watch him.
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Finally, he pushed it in, hearing a shuddering gasp from Blaine. He immediately took to Blaine, cupping his cheek, staring into those honey eyes as he slid the rest of the way in. It was hard to not move, but this was for Blaine. All of this was about the wonderful, loving boy he was currently inside. The level of intimacy was enough to make Kurt’s eyes slightly foggy.
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No words were exchanged between the 2 lovers. It was pure, hot silence as Kurt waited for Blaine’s approval. Suddenly, Blaine gave a slight nod of readiness, and that was all Kurt needed as he pulled his hips back, nearly sobbing and the wonderful tightness Blaine’s body provided. Blaine pressed his fingers into Kurt’s shoulders, his eyes fluttering shut and his back rising as Kurt pulled out.
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A thrust back in. Kurt cried out as Blaine yelped in pleasure. Kurt was pressed against his prostate perfectly and his nails scratched down Kurt’s back, enough to leave red streaks all over his back. The heat of Kurt’s body above him was so perfect. Kurt couldn’t see clearly as he thrust in again, hearing an earth-shattering moan. Kurt’s thrusts were languid, sensuous, and achingly hot.
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Blaine was pushing back on Kurt’s cock. It was hitting him in all the right places, turning him into a pure puddle of sweat and desperation. Blaine felt tears start to form in his eyes as the intensity over took him. Ecstasy washed over him like a high tide. And it was scary. But it was beautiful. Kurt was beautiful. And everything was perfect beyond belief. He was gone, but it was okay. It was okay to be pleasured by this gorgeous man inside him. Okay to show all of himself to Kurt. Blaine cried out as Kurt thrust into him particularly hard, but grinding softly, rubbing at his sweet spot at a million amazing angles. Kurt was taking everything from him, but somehow giving him everything and it amazed and frightened Blaine to no end.
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Kurt’s stomach was burning. He pulled back to look at Blaine, who’s eyes were wide and vulnerable and hot as he stared back. Blaine clung to him and yanked him down for a messy kiss, with lots of tongue but somehow so much finesse. Kurt was swallowing Blaine’s beautiful little moans, groaning slightly and the feel of their tongues sliding together. He reveled in the way Blaine’s chest was slick with sweat, covering his own as their nipples brushed, shooting more sensation throughout their bodies.
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Kurt moved to suck on Blaine’s neck. Blaine was warm and smooth and he somehow felt like he was home as he pressed into Blaine harder. He left Blaine gasping as he sucked his neck, pressing against his prostate.
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Blaine could barely breathe, the pleasure overtaking him almost too much. His sanity was long gone, out the window along with his self-control. And somehow Blaine was okay. He sobbed as Kurt rubbed against his prostate over and over again, the stimulation almost too much. His heart was pumping violently, however smooth and slow the thrusts and grinds were. And all the while, Kurt was kissing him, whispering endearments into his skin. Blaine could tell that somehow those endearments would be tattooed into his skin forever. Telling him how amazing he was, how perfectly he was taking it, how good it was for Kurt, mixing with the groans and the growls and the whimpers of pleasure.
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Everything was building inside Kurt, heat tightly packed in his stomach and groin. The ecstasy burned through his chest like a forest fire, leaving a mess behind. Kurt was tasting the familiar taste and scent of Blaine’s skin. He drove into Blaine, listening to the whines. He groaned like an animal when Blaine hooked his ankles around Kurt’s hips and kept him there as Blaine ground his body against Kurt’s. Kurt loved the way Blaine was using his body. And Kurt was immensely glad to give all that he had to Blaine.
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Blaine was getting close. His body was pulsating and his blood was pounding hard throughout his body. He clutched to Kurt as his thrust brought him closer and closer and closer. He was pushing back and moaning like it was all he had to live for. Kurt himself was whimpering into Blaine’s ear and it was almost enough to kill him.
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Kurt was thrusting harshly, clinging to Blaine like he was everything. Except he was. Blaine was everything he had ever wanted, needed. Blaine was doing this to him, giving him so much power, causing him so much pleasure. Kurt felt Blaine tighten around him and knew he was close.
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“Come. Please. Let me see you,” Kurt begged.
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And just like that, Blaine was coming, rubbing against Kurt’s stomach as he spilled over the both of them, moaning and howling, tightening perfectly around Kurt’s cock as he fell into oblivion, shaking and writhing against Kurt.
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And the image of Blaine gone, back arched, hips rutting and pushing against him, eyes wide and clouding over as he left the world was enough to send Kurt with him, tears in the corner of his eyes as he came harder than he ever had in his life, groaning, clutching at his boyfriend.
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They were drowning, and uninterested in coming up for air. It seemed like their bliss would last forever, colors flashing in front of their eyes, wiping their memories clear.
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Eventually, the came back, still in each other’s arms as they breathed deeply, still shaking.
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Kurt rolled off his boyfriend after a few minutes of just soaking each other up. He slipped the condom off, tying it off and tossing it. He turned to look at his boyfriend. Blaine’s gorgeous eyes were closed, now a blissful smile on his face.
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The grin on Blaine’s face caused the corners of Kurt’s mouth to rise in a smile. Kurt slid over and wrapped his arms around a particularly sweaty Blaine.
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“I love you,” Blaine whispered, though he was pretty sure Kurt already knew.
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“I love you, too.”
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They cuddled, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Their smiles were still there when they awoke.
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