Kurt lay on his stomach, flipping through his textbook. He had finals coming up, which called for late night studying. Which, was absolutely boring, but he had to make due.

He heard his phone beep to alert him he'd received a picture message and he sighed softly, reaching for his phone. He hoped it was one of his friends, sending him an encouraging or funny picture. Not Rachel pulling a ‘What should I wear tomorrow?'. Not that he didn't love helping with fashion, but he wasn't in the mood.

Instead, he saw the picture was from Blaine, the cute boy in one of his classes. They'd hit it off the first day, exchanging numbers and hanging out outside of class. He had a crush on him, yes, but he hadn't let him know. He wasn't too shy anymore to tell him, per se. Perhaps he was just afraid of the idea of rejection.

He opened up the picture, eyes widening as they landed on the exposed skin and lacy fabrics he certainly didn't expect to see.

Kurt barely had time to process the picture before he received a text message from Blaine.

 Oh my God Kurt, I'm so so sorry! That- that wasn't meant for you at all, I swear. Oh God, fuck.- B

Kurt swiped his tongue over his lips, bringing the picture back up to get a better look at it.

It was a picture of Blaine in low light, head bowed so you couldn't quite make out his face. His body was bare until his eyes reached his black panties, seeing the peeking of a red ribbon at the side of his underwear. His eyes continued down to the black, red lace rimmed thigh-highs that hugged his legs, the picture stopping just above his knees. His eyes travelled over the picture several times before he texted him back.

You don't have to say sorry at all, Blaine. –K

But…God that was just going to be a random photo for Grindr. I accidentally hit your number and didn't realize until it was too late. –B

Kurt felt a stirring of confidence in him, unsure where it was coming from. His confidence had steadily risen over the years, with New York boosting it exponentially. But this felt like so much.

You look so sexy. I'm glad you sent it to me instead.–K

You…you think so? –B

I do. So very sexy. God, I just want to touch you. –K

Kurt's cock gave an interested twitch and he bit his lip, realizing how true that statement was. He was already very attracted to Blaine, but seeing him this way…it just make him want to run his hands all over him.

You can if you want to. You can come over. –B

Please?–B

Kurt's eyes widened at the text, feeling his cock throb with a sudden want and need.

Okay. Give me about 15 and I'll be there, alright?-K

The two didn't live too far away from each other. If Kurt took the stairs and pushed his way quickly through the crowds, he could make it to Blaine's apartment in around 15 minutes.

Okay. Just let yourself in. –B

Hurry please. -B

Kurt got up, slipping on his shoes before he rushed out of his apartment. Both boys lived alone, thankfully, so Kurt didn't have to be worried about Blaine having a roommate that could come home at any time. He could just focus on Blaine, who seemed a little desperate if his last few texts said anything. That just turned Kurt on more than he already was.

He made it to Blaine's apartment in a little under 15 minutes, letting himself into the apartment.

“I'm in my room!” he heard Blaine call, following his voice until he was seeing Blaine in the flesh. His curls were loose, his fingers curled in the sheets as his crotch rubbed gently over the pillow he had situated under him. The sight made Kurt bite back a moan, walking slowly over to the bed.

He had already guessed, by the consistent lack of bulge in his jeans (so maybe he had a few cases of wandering eyes), as well as the same lack thereof in the picture, that Blaine wasn't built like other boys.

Kurt had never really considered it before he noticed that little detail about Blaine, but the idea of the other boy having a pussy had invaded his thoughts constantly, making him wonder how he could ever bring the topic up with Blaine. But he never thought there'd be a reason to.

Now though, watching the other's crotch rub over the pillow with no bulge still present, he knew his assumptions were correct.

He saw Blaine blushing, slowing the movement of his hips. “Kurt I…I know you're gay. And you…God I already asked you to come over but I don't want you to go into this without knowing what you're getting…”

“Honey, stop…” Kurt murmured, kneeling on the bed, his fingers starting to work on the buttons of his shirt. “I…well, I didn't know for sure. I guessed, but…I'm still very interested in you. I promise.”

He watched Blaine smile almost shyly before he whimpered, biting his lip as he quietly asked, “So you're okay with me having a pussy?”

Kurt let out a soft groan, pulling off his shirt. “More than okay with it, sweetheart…”He murmured, shifting forward until he could cup Blaine's cheeks in his hands, pulling him in to kiss him deeply.

Their lips moved together slickly, tongues working their ways into each other's mouths as hands starts to roam. Blaine's hands moved through his hair and down his arms, while Kurt's hands unbuttoned his own jeans before they ran over his sides and hips, sliding backwards to rub over his ass. He could feel the large bow tied at the top of his underwear, with corset-like lacings splitting his underwear open down the back.

“Mmm, turn around for me,” Kurt hummed, getting up to slip off his jeans, left in his briefs that did nothing to hide his hard on.

He watched Blaine turn before he settled down on his knees again, legs spread slightly. His ass looked amazing in the silky underwear and he couldn't help touching again, his hands cupping his ass as he shifted closer, kissing at his shoulder.

“You look so good, honey. I'm so glad that picture went to me, instead of some place like Grindr. Where all those other boys could see how lovely you look…”

“You wouldn't want that?” Blaine asked softly, sighing as he felt Kurt's hands move over his hips and stomach.

“No…want you all to myself,” Kurt murmured against his ear, giving it a gentle nip, feeling Blaine shudder under his hands. “But you're such a naughty boy and wanted your pretty body out there for all those boys to see, didn't you?”

Blaine whimpered, shifting back closer to him. Kurt smirked faintly, humming quietly. “Such a naughty little slut. You'll take whatever you can get, won't you?”

He heard Blaine moan quietly and nod in response. Kurt's hand on his stomach slid down, rubbing gently at his pussy through his already soaked panties.

“Already so worked up and wet,” he murmured, feeling Blaine's hips cant forward, wanting as much touch as he could get. Kurt was more than happy to oblige.

“Lay down for me,” he said as he pulled his hand away, watching Blaine do as he was told, laying on his back and spreading his trembling thighs.

Kurt licked his lips, shifting to kneel in-between his open legs. Kurt hooked his fingers in his underwear and watched Blaine lift his hips up before he slid his underwear off, met with the sight of Blaine's dark, wet folds.

“You're really not grossed out?” Blaine asked softly, biting his lip as he looked at Kurt.

“No, I'm not. I promise you, Blaine…”he murmured, rubbing his hands slowly up his stocking-clad legs.

He watched Blaine smile, seeming to relax at the confirmation. Kurt's hands continued upwards until he brushed his fingers over his dripping pussy, hearing Blaine whimper softly at his touch.

Kurt's fingers moved slowly, exploring this part of anatomy that Kurt couldn't help being a little fascinated by. His fingers stroked over his lips and up to slowly rub his clit, hearing Blaine whimper as he writhed on the bed.

“You like that, pretty boy?” He murmured with a grin, fingers trailing back down, carefully pushing a finger inside him as he leaned in to mouth at his clit. He was met with a gasp and whine from Blaine, hips jerking upwards.

Kurt hummed, tongue rubbing and swirling over his swollen clit as his finger thrust slowly in and out of him. He soon added a second finger, and a third once Blaine was letting out soft moans, fingers clutching at the sheets. Kurt mouthed down around his fingers, sucking gently on his lips, nipping lightly at his thighs. His senses were filled with Blaine's heavy scent, sweet taste, silky feel, sinful moans, and the sight of his dark, rosy skin.

Soon it wasn't enough for either of them to just have Kurt's fingers working Blaine open, lips and tongue teasing at his clit.

“Kurt…Kurt, please…” Blaine whimpered, arching slightly with a soft moan.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me,” he whined.

Kurt groaned, moving up to press his lips to Blaine's. He felt Blaine part his lips with a moan, their tongues moving together before Kurt pulled away, panting softly.

“Do you have condoms?” Kurt asked, hands rubbing over his hips. Blaine nodded, pointing to the nightstand. Kurt crawled to the edge of the bed and reached into the drawer, pulling out a condom. He opened the packet up, rolling the condom on with a soft hum as he moved back over Blaine.

He rubbed his cock gently over Blaine's pussy a few moments before he slowly pushed inside, tipping his head back with a soft moan.

“Fuck, babe…you feel so good…” He murmured as he started to thrust slowly, listening to Blaine's soft, breathy noises that steadily grew louder.

Kurt held Blaine's thighs as he thrust harder, hearing the headboard thud against the wall, which seemed to just spur him on. He leaned over him to connect their lips again, heavy breaths being shared between nips and hard kisses.

Kurt was focused on Blaine's noises, which were coming out higher pitched and more frequently the closer he came to his orgasm. Kurt watched Blaine slide his hand between them, whining as his fingers began to quickly rub over his clit. He moaned at the sight, hips snapping forward at a quick pace.

Blaine was a beautiful sight to see when he came. Eyes screwed shut, mouth opened as he cried out before panting heavily, body shaking gently, face and chest flushed. Kurt could feel his pussy contracting around him, making him groan. He thrust hard a few more times before he stilled as he came with a moan.

After gently wiping away sweat and come with tissues, the two laid together in Blaine's bed, hands gently roaming over chests, backs, and stomachs.

“That was a new experience,” Kurt murmured with a soft chuckle, smiling faintly.

“But not a bad one, I hope,” Blaine murmured.

Kurt shook his head, kissing Blaine gently, sighing against his lips. “Of course not, honey. I've been…very curious about you, to say the least,” he said with a gentle smile. “I was hoping maybe we could go out for some dinner…you know, as more than just friends?”

“Do you normally wait until you've thoroughly fucked potential dates before you ask them out?” Blaine teased, laughing as Kurt playfully pushed him.  

“Don't make me fuck you again,” Kurt said in a playful warning tone.

“Do I even have to ask you to?” Blaine asked, grinning against Kurt's lips as they pressed against his own.

What started out as an accidental text had turned into quite a wonderful mistake for them both.