With Burt and Carole out at Finn's football game, the boys have the house to themselves. Usually they might take advantage of this by cuddling while watching a movie in the living room downstairs or maybe working on homework in Kurt's bedroom with the door closed, but tonight, they aren't doing homework. And Kurt thinks he might be sort of okay with it.

Blaine's hand slips up a bit and Kurt shifts, a little uncomfortable when Blaine's fingers trace the chest binder. He slows the kiss and makes a tiny noise of protest, giving Blaine another light slap on the chest before Blaine whispers, "Why?"

"You know why."

"And you know I love every part of you."

"You haven't seen every part of me, Blaine." Kurt's voice is becoming a hiss and Blaine thinks fast.

"No, you're right," he murmurs, tracing the line of the bind, "I haven't. But I know I'll love it. I'm crazy about you, Kurt, you know that. And... and I promise you, I'll like whatever you look like without your clothes. Because you're Kurt Hummel, my boyfriend, and I want you."

The last bit slips out of his mouth before he can stop it and his face takes on a pink tone of embarrassment. He looks into Kurt's eyes, big and blue and swimming with unreadable emotion and he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be pressuring you, I shouldn't have..."

Blaine trails off as Kurt sits up. His cheeks are glowing with anxiety and a bit of fear as he lifts his t-shirt off from the bottom hem, tossing it aside, left in only his chest binder and jeans.�

Blaine chews his lip, shrugging completely out of his own shirt, scooting up to a sit with his hands out tentatively. "Can I...?"

Kurt nods and Blaine leans forward, sliding his hands up, starting from the tiny fuzz of hair just below Kurt's belly button, all the way up to the bind's start just below Kurt's collarbone. He sighs and slips his hands around Kurt's waist. "Lay with me?"

Kurt sighs softly, "Wait." He undoes his jeans and slips a hand in, eyes not meeting Blaine's as he pulls the prosthetic dick out from his underpants, placing it on the bedside table. He expects Blaine to do something out of shock or disgust, leave, but he doesn't. He watches Kurt with a look of complete adoration, hazel eyes puppydog-wide.

"Um," Kurt chuckles, shifting his jeans down a bit, "Do you want to..." He nods toward Blaine's pants.

Blaine seems confused for a moment, fixated on Kurt removing his pants and the briefs becoming exposed before shaking his head. "Oh. Yeah. Right." He smiles, a little embarrassed, and pops the button on his uniform pants, wiggling out of them. He's a little hard from making out and Kurt eyes him up, swallowing.

"So you'll lay here with me now?" Blaine asks. His voice is quiet.

Kurt smiles softly at the corners of his lips and nods, laying down next to Blaine on the bed. He places a hand on Blaine's waist, just above the start of his underwear, then leans in for a kiss. Then another. Then Blaine does that thing where he tugs on Kurt's lower lip with his teeth and sucks and Kurt is getting wet, shamefully trying to resist any kind of rutting.

Blaine, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have an issue with rubbing against each other - of course he wouldn't, he's got all the right parts, Kurt thinks, and it gives him a bit of a lump in his throat - but Blaine's dick is definitely hard and it's pressing against Kurt's hip in a rhythmic motion. It gives Kurt a distinct twitch between his legs and he whimpers softly, arms clinging to Blaine's back, "Do you want me to touch you?"

Blaine, still rocking his hips, looks seriously into Kurt's eyes and whispers, "Do you want me to touch you?"

"I..." Kurt's briefs are soaked and he hates it, hates the slimy feeling and the pulsing in his clit and it makes him feel dirty and maybe a little sick with shame. He slides his hands down to Blaine's ass, feeling him aimlessly. "I don't know if..."

"Kurt..." Blaine kisses Kurt's long neck, sucking softly just under his ear and whispering, "I really want to make you cum."

The words send a chain reaction of arousal through Kurt, punctuated by a soft moan. Blaine nibbles at Kurt's earlobe.

"I want to rub your cock until you shoot for me..."

Kurt gasps and squeezes Blaine's ass. "But I d-"

"Shhh... you do." Blaine nips along Kurt's jaw. "And it's right... here." He slides his hand down Kurt's front slowly, slow enough that Kurt could stop him if he wanted. But Kurt doesn't stop him.

Blaine turns his hand so his fingers are facing down and he smooths his hand over the front of Kurt's underwear, fingers pressing in and there it is - the wetness, the firm nub, the swollen lips, all covered by the thin white fabric of Kurt's briefs. Blaine gasps softly at the feeling and murmurs, "I'll be so good to you, Kurt... it'll feel so good..."

Kurt whispers, simply, breathlessly, "Okay."

"Yeah?" Blaine murmurs for confirmation and Kurt nods, sliding a hand over Blaine's swollen cock.

"As long as you get a turn, too."

Blaine grins and kisses Kurt deeply, slipping his hands into Kurt's briefs at the hips and pulling them down with a bit of help on Kurt's part, Kurt kicking them to the end of the bed.

There's a hitch in Kurt's breath as Blaine pulls slowly out of the kiss and looks down, seeing the genitalia that Kurt was born with for the first time. He pets the dark hair and murmurs, "Perfect," before slipping his fingers down to spread Kurt's lips.

Kurt moans and blushes deeply, lifting his leg up and hooking it around Blaine's, giving him better access. Blaine kisses Kurt's neck, rubbing up and down the wet slit, rasping, "You're leaking for me... God, I love your cock, Kurt..." He slips his middle finger up, wet with Kurt's juices, and rubs a soft circle at Kurt's hard, swollen nub.

"Ah-" Kurt gasps, clinging to Blaine, "oh my God..." Dizzy with arousal, he moans, "More..."

Blaine hums and starts to flick his finger a little bit, up and down, dipping lower on the odd stroke to keep lubricating his finger. He brings his other hand down to himself, rubbing his own cock head through his underwear as he strokes at Kurt... but Kurt notices and gasps out, "Let me."

Still rocking his hips into Blaine's touch, he tugs on the waistband of Blaine's underwear until his cock and balls are both exposed. The sight makes him whimper, caught somewhere between cock-hungriness and jealousy; either way, he brings his hand up and spits into it before reaching down and stroking Blaine's cock in time with Blaine's strokes.

"Shit..." Blaine rasps, "oh God, just like that, Kurt..." He flicks his finger faster, working with the way Kurt practically humps his hand. "You like how I rub your cock?"

"Yes-" Kurt whimpers brokenly, "y-yeah, I'm-" he shudders, "M'getting close-"

Blaine moans and kisses Kurt, thrusting into his fist and sucking Kurt's tongue and fuck, that's it, Kurt's gone. His legs shake and he whines in warning before the shudder rips all the way through him. He cries out and rides out the orgasm against Blaine's finger, his own hand's strokes becoming a bit irregular in the meantime.

"Oh God..." Blaine says, voice hoarse, "oh my God, that was so fucking hot..." he lets his fingers slide up and down Kurt's slit again, feeling his slickness, wet and pulsating from orgasm. Kurt whines and jerks Blaine faster again. His fist is tight and he's panting, dropping kisses on Blaine's shoulder.

"Cum for me, Blaine... please..." Kurt sucks a mark against Blaine's shoulder and it tips him over the edge, Blaine's cock pulsing and shooting splashes of warm cum up his stomach and onto the sheets. He groans and hisses, shaking, finally relaxing and letting his hand slip lazily from between Kurt's legs.

Silence falls between them while they both catch their breath, then Blaine giggles.

"That was seriously awesome."

Kurt chuckles, feeling warm all over as he plays with the cum on Blaine's tummy with apparent curiosity. "Really awesome. You..." He laughs softly. "You can give me a handjob any time you like."

"Mmh, I extend the same offer to you, sir." Blaine kisses Kurt's hair and hums. "Maybe you'll even let me graduate to blowjobs..."

Kurt snorts and slaps Blaine's chest. Blaine makes a high noise in his throat, wiggling away playfully, and everything - for once in Kurt's life - feels like it's completely in place.�