Kurt licked his lips slowly and shifted so he was sitting on his knees next to Blaine. “I still feel bad,” he murmured, placing his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. They trailed down slowly, brushing over heated tan skin pulled taut over the muscles in his chest as they made their way down his stomach. Kurt’s fingers pulled delicately at the line of hair that started at Blaine’s navel and disappeared below the waistband of his pajama pants.

With a smirk, Kurt leaned in close to kiss just underneath Blaine’s ear. “And I want to make it up to you,” he whispered, nipping at the other boy’s earlobe. “H-how?” Blaine stammered, swallowing hard. Kurt chuckled into Blaine’s ear before letting the tip of his tongue trace the shell of Blaine’s ear. He didn’t answer, only moved his hand lower to palm Blaine’s growing erection through his pants. Kurt moaned lowly into Blaine’s ear. “Fuck, Blaine. I can’t wait to get that back in my mouth,” he squeezed gently and they both moaned, “Feel you so hot and hard on my tongue… Mm, tasting you.”

Blaine made quite the undignified whimpering sound as he pressed his hips upwards into Kurt’s hand. Kurt gripped the edges of Blaine’s pajamas and tugged them down to the middle of his thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of Blaine’s cock falling against his toned stomach. Reaching out, Kurt curled one hand around Blaine’s cock and started to stroke him slowly. Blaine shivered and whined, making Kurt chuckle before starting to kiss at Blaine’s neck.

“I wish that were my mouth,” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s neck. His hand stopped at the base of Blaine’s cock and gave a light squeeze. He twisted his hand so his thumb was brushing gently at the underside, reaching towards Blaine’s balls. “Mm, and that was my tongue. I know how much you like it when I do this,” Kurt said, pulling his hand slowly up and off of Blaine.

He pulled his lips away from Blaine’s neck and lifted his hand up to Blaine’s mouth. “Lick,” Kurt said, staring at Blaine. Blaine glanced back at him with questions in his eyes. Kurt smiled rolled his eyes a little. “I can’t get it as wet as you like with this,” he said, sticking his tongue out, showing the glittering piece of jewelry that was preventing Kurt from sucking Blaine off like he oh so desperately wanted.

Blaine groaned loudly and grabbed Kurt’s wrist before letting his tongue lap at his hand. He worked his mouth all over Kurt’s palm and fingers, sucking them into his mouth slowly. He grinned around them at the small whining sound that action caused Kurt to make. Carefully, Kurt extracted his hand from Blaine’s mouth reached back to wrap his hand around his cock. Blaine hissed through his teeth and tilted his head back against the headboard.

Kurt’s hand moved in the same practiced rhythm that his mouth usually found in times like this. He uncurled his fingers from around Blaine but trailed the pad of his thumb slowly up the underside of Blaine’s cock, like he usually did with his tongue. Blaine whined and his hips bucked up into the air. Kurt grinned a little to himself as he leaned close to nip and kiss at Blaine’s jaw. “You really miss my tongue now, don’t you,” Kurt teased, sucking gently at the underside of Blaine’s chin. Blaine could only whimper and nod his head once. “Miss my tongue trailing over your big cock, tracing each vein as it works its way to the head,” Kurt murmured, letting his thumb trace the path from base to tip again.

He pressed the tip of his thumb just under the head of Blaine’s cock and rolled it a bit. Blaine gasped and clamped his eyes shut. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” Kurt breathed. He started to kiss his way down Blaine’s neck and chest before positioning himself to lie between Blaine’s legs, his hand starting to pump quickly again. Kurt took his other hand and held it up towards Blaine’s face. “Lick,” he said softly.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked down. He grabbed Kurt’s hand and gave it the same treatment he had given the other before Kurt pulled it back and replaced it on Blaine’s cock. He moved his hand faster and licked his lips. “Come on, baby,” Kurt whispered, looking up and locking eyes with Blaine, “I want to you come for me. I need you too… Fuck, you can even come on my face, please.”

Kurt leaned in close and pressed a kiss to the tip of Blaine’s cock. He pulled away and a line of precome connected his lips to the head of Blaine’s cock. Blaine groaned at the sight and felt his stomach clench hotly. His back bowed dramatically and Kurt kept his pace, biting his bottom lip to hide his grin. Kurt closed his eyes as he felt Blaine’s cock start to pulse in his hand. Hot streaks hit Kurt’s lips, cheek, and nose, making him moan in the back of his throat.

Blaine fell back to the mattress with an exhausted sound. Kurt opened his eyes and smiled up at Blaine as his hand slowly came to a stop. “Fuck,” Blaine breathed, his eyes trailing over Kurt’s face. He reached down, threaded a hand in the back of Kurt’s hair, and gently pulled him up again. Blaine crushed his mouth against Kurt’s before moving to lick at the mess he had made all over his gorgeous porcelain face. “Fuck,” he repeated before kissing Kurt again, “If you keep doing that I think I’ll be more than okay for the next six months.”