Blayne gasps, rolling her hips. "H-how much time do we have?" Kurt brings one of his hands down from her breast to feel at the wet spot developing in her panties.

"Few hours...." Kurt rubs firmly up and down the protruding length, still in awe of it after all this time. He nips at her throat. "Why?"

"Nnh... naked?" She leans back a bit and bites her lip and there's no fucking way that Kurt can resist that. He nods and reaches for her panties while Blayne reaches for Kurt's briefs and they tangle a bit, giggling, rolling onto their sides and kissing anywhere they can reach.�

Kurt rolls on top and kisses Blayne, whose eyes are closed, just like they always are when they get to this point of intimacy. She's scared, Kurt knows that. She can do gay sex, that's something she learned from repressing who she really was, but now? Straight sex? It still scares her to death.�

Kurt rubs his lips against Blayne's jaw and whispers, reaching down, stroking her slow and tight, "I want you so badly, baby..."

"Mmhm?" Blayne slips her hand down and slides a finger up Kurt's wet slit, just barely dipping between the lips and she licks her lips breathlessly. Kurt moans and nuzzles to Blayne's ear.

"I want to fuck you."

"I..." Blayne's eyes open. "Kurt, how...? Can't we just... touch? I like touching."

Kurt grins, "I know you do." He hums, sucking softly at her neck, "I like it, too. But I'm... I want to know. I'm curious."

Blayne's heart races and her throat tightens a little with anxiety. "Kurt... We can't, we don't have the..."

Kurt takes Blayne by the base and slowly rubs the head against his slit, parting his lips, gazing down at her and softy moaning. "Imagination... you know I have a cock... I know you have a pussy..." Kurt purrs the dirty words and it sends a shiver down Blayne's spine. "They're just... placed awkwardly."

"Like on each other," Blayne says under her breath, immediately regretting it and swallowing. "I'm sorry..."

"No... no, that's exactly what I'm saying." Kurt rubs the head against himself a bit harder, trying to get the lips to part more. "I can fuck you with your dick. You can get fucked with my pussy." There's a look in Kurt's eyes that Blayne hasn't seen before - it's devious, desperate, but so full of love and desire that she can't resist it. And her body is most definitely reacting well to the idea.

"I want it," Kurt says after a moment, studying Blayne's face for a reaction, "I want to fuck you, Blayne. I want to make you feel..." he rubs her against his dick, "nngh, so good..."

Blayne's thick brows furrow and she whimpers, spreading her legs a bit further apart and she closes her eyes. "Okay. Yes." She opens them again.�

"Fuck me, Kurt."

Kurt groans happily and leans down to kiss Blayne's mouth, sucking on her lower lip as he presses the head of her cock to his slit again. He whines as he stretches around her, his face scrunching in pain and his mouth falling from Blayne's.

Blayne is staring at the ceiling, her hands coming up to wrap around Kurt's middle and stroke at his spine over the binder as if to say "Courage", but she can't speak - all there is right now is tightness, wetness, and breath.

"Ah-" Kurt moans, his hips coming down a little more, and Blayne feels how wet he is inside, warm, like his insides are hugging her and it feels good and scary and disgusting all at once. She twitches inside him and whimpers.

Kurt doesn't look like he's in so much pain anymore, though he's biting his lip pretty hard, his hands on Blayne's ribs and his thighs quivering from holding himself up.

Blayne hugs him to her body, murmuring in his ear, "Please... fuck me, Kurt." She's already sweating, pressing her cheek to Kurt's jaw, and Kurt's body shakes a bit more as he seats himself completely.

"Yeah..." He rasps, lower than Blayne's used to hearing and it's a fucking massive turn-on. She strokes up and down Kurt's back as he slowly pulls up, sitting down again, hard.

They both cry out, Blayne's head falling back and her eyes on the ceiling again. "Fuck-"

"Oh my God, Blayne..." Kurt moans, starting a rhythm, "you feel so fucking good..." There's an edge to his voice, like he's gritting his teeth, but Blayne can't see it. Her eyes are closed tightly again, and she's concentrating on trying not to thrust, scared. So fucking terrified to feel good.

Kurt leans down and kisses her, soft against her lips, the gloss definitely long gone but the subtle taste of cotton candy still ghosted there. He murmurs, "Let go, Blayne. Just let go. I know... I know."

"I-I can't-"

"Yes you can, baby, come on... let me fuck you..."

Blayne takes a deep breath, opening her eyes and really looking at her boyfriend. He's rocking his hips, begging silently, and she can't hold back anymore - she thrusts up and Kurt cries out and his hands find her breasts and from there it's a fucking mess. Blayne somehow ends up on top of Kurt, their hips slamming together and their lips attached to swallow each others' cries.

Blayne has a hand between them and she's rubbing Kurt's dick, rasping against his mouth, "Come... I want you to come, Kurt, please come..."

Kurt shouts and rubs Blayne's nipples, his grip tightening a bit as he loses control and tenses up, coming hard around Blayne, shuddering, squeezing.

It's too much for Blayne. Her hand slows on Kurt's dick but her thrusts speed up, sucking Kurt's lip, swallowing his words as he murmurs, "So good... come on, Blayne... c'mon..."

She feels the familiar pooling in her gut (and somewhere along with it, in the back of her mind, the shame), and with a few more ragged thrusts, she's coming hard inside of her boyfriend. Every nerve is on fire; it's not like any orgasm she's had before.

After a few, breathless moments, she collapses, shivering, clinging to Kurt for dear life and Kurt holds her back, biting his lip, knowing exactly what's on her mind.

"I love you, Blayne..." Kurt whispers, kissing her hair, "you were perfect. That was perfect. I love you."

She's crying and she doesn't even notice until Kurt's binder is wet under his face. She feels everything. She's still inside him. It's too much. But what's too much? Is this what love feels like, really? An overwhemling sense of closeness and the desire to vomit?

"I love you too," she whispers.