“Blaine …”

“Yes, Kurt?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what, Kurt?”

“Like you’re thinking about something you really shouldn’t be thinking about while we’re trying to decorate a honeymoon suite for our friends.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Blaine said, a wry smile spreading slowly across his gorgeous face.

Kurt felt his heart-rate quicken ever so slightly.

“Good. Keep it that way.” Kurt insisted with a defiant nod, tying off a heart-shaped balloon and placing it on the top of the pile on the chaise lounge in front of him.

Blaine rose from his seat by the window and wandered over to the four-poster bed, brushing his hand over the soft cotton sheets and glancing up at his fianc� through his long lashes. He flicked at one of the many foil squares strewn across the bed.

“That being said, I’m pretty sure one of these little guys wouldn’t be missed.”

“Since when did you start referring to a condom as a ‘little guy’, Blaine?”

“Oh right, sorry … I’m going to need an extra-large.”

“Blaine Anderson, will you stop?!”

Blaine lifted his hands in protest, the wolfish grin and wicked glint in his eye ever present. He swung gently around one of the bedposts, the condom packet still clutched delicately between his fingers, and moved a little closer to Kurt, whose face was beginning to flush despite his best efforts to control it.

“Well, they are a little ironic, don’t you think?” Blaine held the foil up to Kurt, a glint of the soft evening sunshine bouncing off it as he twirled it slowly, seemingly attempting to hypnotise his man into submission.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Finn bought them, honey. There was nothing ironic about it.”

“Fair point.” Blaine nodded, his dark eyes narrowing as he took the next balloon from Kurt’s hand, replacing it with what was in his own. “Let’s trade.” He whispered.

“Blaine … Santana and/or Brittany would kill us if they knew that we were even thinking about having sex in their room. That would definitely be one decoration too far.”

“We could test out the sunken tub for them …?”

“Oh, and that wouldn’t look suspicious at all - us emerging squeaky clean and their tub all damp and gleaming.”

Blaine’s face was now just an inch from Kurt’s. “Tell me the thought of doing something in this room doesn’t make you hot as hell? Or should I say hotter?” He breathed, his voice suddenly low and husky.

“Blaine, baby … we can’t.” Kurt whined, his breath hitching in his throat as Blaine’s soft lips connected with his jawline. “Dear god, you’re good at that.”

“Even after all this time?” Blaine whispered in his ear.

“Better than ever.” He smiled as Blaine pulled his collar aside and mouthed along any bit of neck that he could reach. “So … where?”

“That’s my boy.” Blaine pulled back a little and grinned, licking his lips as he took in the rosiness of Kurt’s cheeks and the sweat beads beginning to form in his hairline. “Pretty sure we never did it on a chaise.”

“Way ahead of you.” Kurt replied, grabbing at the pile of balloons and dragging as many as he could off the sofa in one quick movement. Blaine shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the bed, loosening his tie as he gazed lovingly at the curve of Kurt’s ass as he fought with a few wayward balloons. He crowded in behind him and snaked his arms around Kurt’s chest, lingering for a moment as he felt the heart of the man he loved so much pounding against his palms. He gently pulled Kurt’s jacket from his shoulders and laid it neatly on top of his own, sure that Kurt would be inwardly panicking about creases, and turned back to find that his partner had gone ahead without him, pants off, tie askew and a very noticeable bulge in his boxers.

“Well, hey there.” Blaine crooned, dragging Kurt’s tie to a level where it could comfortably be dragged over his head while avoiding the hair, and next came the joint undoing of buttons, Kurt relishing the chance to finally get his hands on Blaine for once. He ran his fingers under the smooth fabric and played with the smattering of hairs across Blaine’s chest, the warm flesh making his fingertips tingle in anticipation of where they might wander next.

“You have way too many clothes on right now.” Kurt sighed into Blaine’s lips, teasing him by pulling just out of reach of a kiss. Blaine whined in frustration and chased around for Kurt’s mouth, gasping as he felt two nimble hands deftly unfastening his belt and fly before finding their way past the waistband of his briefs. Their lips finally met - hot, wet and messy, nibbling at lips and exploring with their tongues like their lives depended on it.

“Kurt.” Blaine gasped again. “My pants … need to come off before I seriously ruin them.”

Kurt nodded, laying his head against Blaine’s shoulder and running his hands around to his firm backside, pushing at the fabric from the inside. He let his cheek slide down Blaine’s torso, naked now that the shirt had been shrugged off somewhere along the way, and he ghosted a hot breath over Blaine’s nipple as he passed it, all the while dragging his suit-pants and underwear down strong, sturdy thighs. He knelt down at Blaine’s feet and slowly lifted his feet out of his clothing, glancing up through hooded eyes as Blaine’s erection bobbed in and out of view between them. Kurt gave a knowing smile and grabbed at Blaine’s ass cheeks, squeezing tightly and nuzzling his face into his soft stomach, relishing the wanton groans coming from above him.

“Kurt?” Blaine’s voice was needy and desperate. “I want you so bad.”

Kurt rose slowly, deliberately brushing his body against Blaine, his fingers tickling up and down his warm flesh. “What … exactly … do you want of me, Blaine?” He breathed in a lustful, barely audible voice as he reached eye level.

“Oh god, Kurt … I’m thinking … I really wanna ride you.” Blaine stuttered out as he ground against Kurt, both of their eyes widening at the suggestion.

“Well,” Kurt smiled again, “I think we can just about manage that.” He lowered himself onto the chaise, never losing eye contact, and made himself comfortable, spreading his legs and letting one of them hang over the side of the seat. He reached out a hand and dragged Blaine down to him, watching with great interest as Blaine stroked the waistband of his boxers, taking his time to remove them carefully. He mouthed over the taught skin of Kurt’s cock, teasing a long stripe from base to tip with his tongue before rising back up to meet Kurt’s open, panting mouth in a hot, feverish kiss.

“Blaine, baby?” Kurt pulled away with a deep breath. “We don’t have any …”

Blaine silenced Kurt with a finger to his lips and waggled his eyebrows. He leaned backwards and fumbled for something behind the couch, watching Kurt’s eyes as they lingered on his contorting, muscular frame. He found what he was looking for with a triumphant ‘Ah-ha!’ and pulled a tote bag containing more decorating supplies into view. He rummaged in the bag, giggling at Kurt’s bemused expression, and finally produced a small sachet with sparkly writing emblazoned across it.

“What’s that?!” Kurt laughed, loving the look of triumph on Blaine’s face.

“Free sample.” Blaine replied matter-of-factly, leaning down to pick up the condom packet the two had discarded earlier.

“… Of lube?!”

Blaine shrugged. “Found it in a magazine at the barbershop this morning.”

“But … free lube, Blaine?!”

“Well, if you don’t want it …” Blaine feigned annoyance, making a move to rise from the chaise. Kurt grabbed his hips and dragged him back down, choking out a laugh again as Blaine’s forehead slapped down onto his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere, mister.” Kurt grinned, lifting Blaine’s chin with one hand and grabbing at the lube sachet with the other. He tore it open with his teeth, growling for comic effect, and leaned in to plant another lingering kiss to Blaine’s lips. Blaine sucked Kurt’s tongue into his mouth with a moan, relishing the taste of the champagne which had surely led to this uninhibited display.

After several minutes of teasing, sucking and biting, Blaine sat back and took in the sight of his already-wrecked fianc� with a chuckle. “D’you think they’d notice if we were gone all night?”

“Pretty sure Santana and Brittany would at the very least, us being in their room and all.” Kurt said, running his thumbs up and down Blaine’s thighs and sneaking a glance or two further north with a coquettish smile.

Blaine frowned for a moment. “D’you think we should maybe …” He trailed off, glancing over at the pile of clothes laid on the bed.

“Blaine …” Kurt scoffed. “In case you’ve forgotten, this was your idea – and I find it very hard to believe that you’re no longer in the mood.” He nodded pointedly down to Blaine’s cock, harder than ever thanks to Kurt’s thigh-stroking.

“OK, you’ve got me there.” Blaine grinned, glancing down at Kurt’s fingers as he coated them in the shiny liquid. “D’you think it’s called ‘cool breeze’ because it’s going be a little chilly down there?”

“We’re about to find out.” Kurt said with a wink, grabbing Blaine around the waist with his clean hand and dragging him up to straddle his chest. He reached around with his lubed fingers, eyes fixed on the big, blown pupils of the man he loved, and instantly found what he was looking for, gingerly circling Blaine’s hole.

Blaine jumped and let out a tiny yelp, wide-eyed and clearly loving the new sensation, which made Kurt chuckle as he slowly and gently pushed in and out with his middle finger. “That good, baby?”

Blaine simply nodded, his face twisting with pleasure, and his hands pressing down against Kurt’s shoulders to steady himself. Kurt never tired of seeing him like this, so receptive and yet lost in the moment all at the same time.

“It’ll warm up very soon, I promise.” Kurt whispered, pushing in two more fingers in turn and working Blaine open, teasing at his prostate every now and then just to illicit fresh moans from above him.

“Kurt …” Blaine sobbed out after a little while, cupping Kurt’s face in his hands and pulling him closer, lapping at Kurt’s open lips with his hot tongue. “I’m ready, baby … please …”

Kurt removed his fingers carefully and reached for the condom wrapper, holding it up to Blaine. “Do the honours?”

Blaine scooted back with a grin and ran a finger up Kurt’s length, catching a drop of pre-come at the tip and licking it with a groan. Kurt whispered a few garbled expletives under his breath and whimpered as Blaine rolled the condom onto his cock and smeared it with the remaining lube, twisting and tugging until Kurt was writhing beneath him. Blaine positioned himself above Kurt and locked eyes with him again as he guided himself down gently, every inch causing his breath to catch in his throat. Kurt’s mouth was lolling open silently, and as Blaine bottomed out he swallowed thickly.

“I will never get tired of this feeling.” Blaine breathed, leaning down and kissing along Kurt’s collarbone, licking at the pool of sweat that had gathered at the base of his neck. Kurt raised his knees behind Blaine and rocked his hips, speeding up as he felt teeth nibbling and sucking at his earlobe. Blaine growled loudly into his ear and sat back, sinking heavily onto Kurt’s cock and letting out a yelp as that sweet spot inside him was hit yet again.

“Jesus … oh … fuck, Blaine …” Kurt gasped out and Blaine clenched tightly around him, because after all, there was nothing sexier than when Kurt used curse-words. Blaine ground down in quick, circular movements, occasionally rising fully before slamming down hard onto Kurt, new and beautiful sounds being ripped from both of their mouths with every thrust.

“Kurt …” Blaine whined. “I’m getting … really …”

“I know, baby,” Kurt just about managed to breathe out. “Just go with it.” He said, angling his hips towards Blaine’s tight ass and feeling his stomach coiling with pleasure.

Blaine sped up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping together and the smell of sweat and sex making his head spin. His gasps became short and quick, and his hips stuttered as Kurt hit his prostate over and over again. His orgasm took him completely by surprise, ribbons of hot cum sticking to Kurt’s toned stomach and chest. Kurt rolled his head back and bit down on his lip, clutching onto Blaine’s butt-cheeks and holding him down as his own orgasm hit, his uncontrollable hips giving a few sporadic thrusts as he came with a muffled grunt, Blaine crying out above him.

Blaine fell down onto Kurt’s chest and buried his face in the pillow behind Kurt’s head. They lay there for several minutes, finding their breath and coming down from their joint high.

“Thank you.” Kurt sighed after a while, planting a soft kiss to the side of Blaine’s neck and feeling him smile beside him.

“For what?” Blaine asked, pulling back and grinning, his hair completely dishevelled and stuck to his forehead in a sweaty mess.

Kurt spluttered out a laugh. “For corrupting me and tempting me into your clutches.”

“Well, it was my pleasure.” Blaine smiled, groaning as he adjusted his position above Kurt and took in the sight of the mess he’d made of them both. “But this is gonna take some cleaning up.”

“And some serious explaining to the happy couple, I’d say …” Kurt added, brushing a stray curl out of Blaine’s eyes lovingly.

“Ah, well …” Blaine shrugged with a wink, “… We’ll just have to let them get their own back in a few months at our wedding.”