“God, I love you.”

Blaine moaned at the words, bringing a gasp from Kurt as his lips vibrated around his cock. Blaine loved it when Kurt said things like that, things that weren’t meant to be said during such lewd actions, things that were normally reserved for intimate yet innocent occasions, like cuddling, or while they were out to eat, or something. But when Kurt said those things while Blaine was sucking his boyfriend off?

God, that was the hottest thing.

And Kurt loved the response he got every time. He loved to feel the vibrations against his hard cock, already deep inside Blaine’s mouth, bringing him closer and closer to that glorious edge. One time Kurt had asked Blaine to just moan and groan against his member continuously, but Blaine refused the notion. It was a relief to Kurt when he’d discovered the shorter boy’s weakness.

“Blaine, goddammit, you make me feel so good inside.”

Kurt received another welcomed moan around his cock, and threw his head back against the window as Blaine swallowed his cock deeper and deeper, finally down to the hilt.

Resisting the urge to buck his hips, Kurt let out a loud, gutteral groan. “Fuck, I’m so close.” And then his cock was cold. Kurt let out a whimper at the loss of Blaine’s warm mouth, which was suddenly kissing him. Not that he minded. In his state of pleasure, he couldn’t care where Blaine’s mouth had been. But dammit, he had been right there, so so close to coming, and Blaine had to he such a tease and just leave him.

As Blaine tweaked Kurt’s nipples, Kurt scratched at Blaine’s back, leaving long pink lines on the flesh. That got a whine of approval out of Blaine. Stealthily, Kurt inched his hands lower and lower, until he was finally gripping Blaine’s hips, about to shove the other boy’s pelvis against his.

Blaine ended the kiss abruptly, pulling back and removing Kurt’s hands from him. He brought Kurt’s wrists together and held them above Kurt’s head - well, against the ceiling, really - while his other hand was on Kurt’s neck, thumb rubbing that sensitive spot right below Kurt’s ear. Leaning in, Blaine growled in warning before nipping at the lobe, releasing his hold of Kurt’s wrists.

Knowing better, Kurt opted to hold the handle with both his hands, rather than leave them free and of their own accord.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered, and he could feel the shiver run down Kurt’s body even though their bodies weren’t in contact with each other. “Baby, are you sure you want to do this?”

Kurt closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath. Was he ready? Was he ready to give up everything he had to Blaine? To the boy he loved, the boy he had loved for the past year and a half?

Of course he was.

Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t want to relay the message in those exact words. Instead, he heard himself let out a loud, needy moan.

That was all Blaine needed.

He lifted his head and then leaned his forehead against Kurt’s, trailing one hand down Kurt’s side, the other planted firmly on the foggy glass beside Kurt’s head.

When his hand reached Kurt’s hip, he didn’t stop, sliding down his boyfriend’s thigh and leaving his body at the knee. He put two fingers between his lips, working his tongue around the digits, before popping them out and lowering his hand, eyes never leaving Kurt’s.

Hovering right over Kurt’s puckered entrance, Blaine asked again, “Are you absolutely sure?”

Kurt let out a shuddering breath before nodding.

Blaine nodded in return, and then without any pretense, pushed one finger inside of Kurt, slowly going further in, passing his first knuckle and then his second.

Kurt was writhing, “More Blaine, please!”

Blaine just smirked, starting to pump his finger in and out of the boy beneath him, before adding a second, and soon a dry third. Kurt was moaning incoherncies, getting louder and louder by the second, and Blaine drank it all in. “God, Kurt, you look absolutely gorgeous right now.”

Kurt didn’t even care that he was covered in sweat and his hair was mussed from being pressed flat against the window behind him. He accepted Blaine’s compliment, believing it to be true, because why would Blaine lie? Especially at a time like this, a time important for both of them, a time important for their relationship.

“Fuck, Blaine, I’m ready.”

“You sure?” Blaine asked again, tentative as he slowly eased his fingers - when had he put in a fourth? - out of Kurt.

“Jesus, yes, just, Christ, do it already, ngh.”

Kurt felt the loss of Blaine’s fingers instantly, but he didn’t feel empty for long, because Blaine was quick to press his dick into Kurt.

Kurt nearly screamed at the sensation, throwing out profanities under his breath. Who knew it would hurt this bad? But fuck him, it felt so good. So so good. And it was Blaine. Blaine was giving him this searing pain-pleasure mixture. Blaine was turning his thoughts to puddles, coiling his insides and tickling his stomach. Blaine was taking his innocence, his virtue, his V card, popping his cherry, whatever phrase there is out there, Blaine was doing it to Kurt.

And Kurt was loving it.