Kurt's mouth crashed into Blaine's, his teeth pressing painfully into his lips as Blaine pulled him down. Their tongues slid hot and desperate together, his fingers splayed on the naked chest beneath him to maintain his balance.

"You're going to do exactly as I say,"�Kurt rasped, rubbing over one of Blaine's nipples before giving it a tweak.

"Yes, Cheerio Kurt. Anything you say,"�Blaine grinned, jerking his hips up hard into Kurt's.

Kurt fought back a moan and instead planted a hand in the center of Blaine's chest, lifting himself into a sitting position. He didn't know exactly where this was going. Earlier, Blaine had taken control, but now he was obviously relinquishing it. Blaine was just lying on his back, one hand behind his head and the other tracing random patterns on his own stomach. It was really cruel how effortless being sexy was for Blaine. All he had to do was exist and he was alluring, entrancing, and just so damned sensual.

The hard press of Blaine's cock against Kurt's balls made Kurt's eyes roll back in his head, and for a moment he let himself get lost in just gently rocking atop Blaine.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine gritted, his hands latching onto Kurt's thighs and rubbing them with rough, needy strokes.

"You already did that," Kurt said with a smile, breathless and a little raspy as he slid his hips forward one more time before scooting back to sit on Blaine's thighs, "Now it's my turn to fuck you."

"Yes," Blaine moaned, his hands reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs, clearly intending to push them down. Kurt grabbed his hands.

"No. That's not how I want you," Kurt told him. Blaine looked at him curiously, his face already flushed with arousal.

"What do you want me to do?" Blaine asked, forcing the confused look from his face and getting back into character, "I'll do whatever you want me to do. It's the least I can do since I didn't follow your very simple instructions."

"Just lie there on your back and open your mouth," Kurt said.

Blaine's eyes widened and he snagged a pillow from the pile at the head of Kurt's bed. He tucked it beneath his wild, sex-addled locks and grinned before dropping his jaw. The very tip of his pink tongue extended past his bottom lip. Kurt's cock twitched appreciatively.

He palmed himself through the layers of fabric restraining his dick and raised back onto his knees. Blaine lay perfectly still as Kurt moved over his body and slowly ground the palm of his hand against his aching erection. It hadn't been long at all since he'd come, but at the moment it felt like it'd been weeks and he'd die if it didn't happen again soon.

"Don't move,"�Kurt whispered, nudging his knees alongside Blaine's ribs and shoving his pants down to mid-thigh.

He dropped his weight forward onto his hands, his fingers gripping the duvet. His cock bobbed from the sudden movement and tapped against Blaine's extended tongue once before returning to its place near Kurt's stomach. Kurt was about to shift his weight to one hand when one of Blaine's overeager hands reached up to grab Kurt's cock and bring it down to his mouth. Only once the tip was securely in place between Blaine's lips did he drop his hand back to the mattress.

Sucking in a deep breath as Blaine--that tease--went and started lightly sucking on the head of his cock, Kurt forced himself to pull back until he had slipped completely from the warmth of Blaine's mouth. As Kurt kneeled above Blaine's chest, he tried to compose himself. They'd done this before, but not like this.

"Come back,"�Blaine complained, gripping onto Kurt's hips and attempting to pull him back down. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"What part of 'don't move' is particularly difficult for you to understand?" Kurt said, trying to sound frustrated but smiling instead.

"Sorry, Cheerio Kurt," Blaine grinned, letting his hands rest lightly on the exposed skin of Kurt's hips.

"It's just that..."�Kurt faltered, his breath catching in his lungs as he looked down at Blaine. He was smiling slightly, those impossibly long eyelashes distracting as Blaine slowly blinked. "You're already late for the game and we don't have time for you to... to make things more difficult."

"I'll be good," Blaine said, "Now come on."

Kurt leaned forward again, bracing himself on the mattress and lowering his cock into Blaine's waiting mouth. He dug his knees in and pushed his hips forward until the tip of his dick hit the back of Blaine's throat. Immediately, he pulled back, almost all the way out before thrusting back in again.

Blaine moaned, the feeling shocking its way through Kurt's stomach, mixing with the rolling heat already there. Kurt swallowed hard, trying not to lose his balance or focus as he thrust repeatedly into Blaine's mouth. It felt so good, too good, to have Blaine's tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock with every thrust. Blaine's fingers were digging hard into Kurt's hips, urging him ever deeper even when it wasn't physically possible for him to go in any further. Kurt knew that he was going to come, felt everything falling perfectly into place, so he pulled back, his cock pulling from the tight suction of Blaine's mouth with a loud pop.

"Wha?" Blaine asked rather inarticulately, his pupils blown wide and his brow furrowed.

"Just hold on," Kurt said, breathing heavily and rising back into a keeling position. He widened his stance, forcing Blaine's arms out further and laced his fingers in Blaine's hair. Using his grip on the curly locks beneath his fingers, Kurt simultaneously pulled Blaine's head in and pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding past Blaine's soft lips until it was again sheathed in that glorious wet warmth. "Fuck."

Blaine laughed a little around Kurt's dick and Kurt silenced him by immediately falling into a rapid tempo. He choked out a broken moan when their eyes locked and Blaine moaned loudly around him. Kurt didn't want to admit to himself how hot it was, holding Blaine's head tightly as he fucked his mouth, but he suspected that a lot of his feelings on the matter had to do with how much Blaine seemed to be enjoying himself.

Kurt felt himself get close again and he pulled out of Blaine's mouth. Reaching behind with one hand, he lightly groped down Blaine's stomach until his fingers slid over the hard outline of Blaine's cock in his underwear. Blaine groaned at the sudden friction and Kurt let his back arch to better accommodate the position. With his left hand, he continued to steady Blaine's head and with his right, he roughly rubbed at Blaine's dick.

"So close, Kurt," Blaine practically whimpered, his voice wrecked, "Come back." Kurt didn't have to be told twice. He pushed forward, letting just the head of his cock slip past Blaine's lips.

"Hard," was all Kurt could choke out.

The position wasn't the most comfortable, and he pretty much felt like he could fall over at any second, but Blaine's grip on his hips was grounding. Blaine did as told, sucking on the shallow thrusts Kurt was making into his mouth like it was the most important thing he'd ever done and moaning immediately once Kurt had freed his dick from his boxer briefs and started messily jerking him off.

Blaine came first, yanking Kurt forward until he was buried in Blaine's throat and swallowing until Kurt came, too. In that moment of shudders and held breath and pulsing hot streaks of come that Blaine eagerly swallowed down, Kurt was afraid that he'd lose his balance. But he didn't, he merely rode out his orgasm against the incredible feeling of Blaine's mouth. Then, his legs gave out and he dropped back to sit on Blaine's stomach.

"Touchdown," Blaine said with a slight chuckle. Kurt wanted to laugh with him, but he really wanted to stay in character for Blaine.

"I think you're ready for the game now,"�Kurt said. Blaine rubbed his hands over every square inch of Kurt's exposed thighs and hips and stomach that he could reach."�It's too bad though, because I was kind of hoping to find out if maybe you've been playing the wrong position all these years."

"And what position do you think I should play instead?"

"I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be more of a tight end,"�Kurt told him. Blaine laughed loudly, letting his head drop back onto the pillow while his fingertips continued to caress Kurt's bare hips.

"This was really hot," Blaine admitted. Kurt smiled and let out a long contented sigh in agreement, "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Thank you," Kurt said, "Though you kind of owe me after this."

"I do?"

"You came all over the back of my shirt. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get semen out of a polyester blend?"

"No, but I'm sure you'll teach me," Blaine grinned, "Now scoot back so I can kiss you."

"I don't know. I kind of like you here,"�Kurt said, smoothing a hand over Blaine's cheek. He leaned into the touch and looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.

"I'm not going anywhere."