Kurt doesn’t like giving blowjobs, at least not on principle.  It’s not that it’s degrading or that he has anything against them fundamentally, but there’s something about the entire exchange that makes him uncomfortable so when he’s in the mood to perform one Blaine literally is willing to drop everything and let him go at it. 

And tonight he’s more willing than most, almost dragging Blaine into the bedroom and shoving his pants down as Blaine swallows and tries not to get too excited or this’ll be over before he can fully enjoy it. 

It’s weird, he thinks as he kicks off his pants and underwear and scoots back enough on the bed that Kurt can comfortably kneel in front of him, staring up at him almost reverently as he takes Blaine’s rapidly-hardening cock in his hand and strokes it gently a couple of times, fingertips skimming over the sensitive skin as Blaine shudders and groans softly. 

He knows better than to say anything because Kurt’s a bit of a sadist and he’ll make him wait, bring him to the edge and not let him come, so the more he behaves the faster he’ll have an amazing orgasm and right now he kind of just wants the orgasm, stomach already tightening pleasurably at the thought. 

Kurt kisses the head of his flushed cock, tongue barely darting out to press briefly into the slit, and Blaine can’t understand why Kurt doesn’t like this because it’s about his favourite thing to do with the other man, intimate and loving and the smell and taste of Kurt is almost overwhelming there, letting Blaine know that they belong only to each other and he’d be on his knees all the time if Kurt would let him. 

Kurt’s looking up at him, so innocent and yet so devilish at the same time, and he gives a tiny little lick to the head of Blaine’s cock as the younger man’s hips jerk forward without him meaning them too, and that earns a smirk because Kurt knows exactly what he’s doing.  “You seem a little excited,” he runs his hand down Blaine’s thigh, tickling the soft skin behind his knee as Blaine snorts and tries to squirm away.  “Am I teasing too much?”

“Yes,” Blaine’s fingers tighten in Kurt’s hair as he pulls him forward and he always counts himself really, really blessed because Kurt would never let anybody else do that, but he complies and slips his lips around the tip of Blaine’s cock, sucking gently and hollowing his cheeks and he’s so goddamn beautiful like this is makes Blaine want to cry. “Kurt…you’re so…”

Kurt tips his head back, taking Blaine in father, and Blaine breathes out slowly through his nose and tries not to move deeper into that sweet, sweet heat because he knows Kurt’ll be mad at him for that.

This is enough.  It really is, and Kurt wraps his hand around the part of Blaine’s cock not in his mouth and starts to stroke him in time with his sucking, eyes never leaving Blaine’s except for a brief moment when they flutter shut with obvious lust and arousal, Kurt swallowing heavily as he opens them again. 

“Kurt…fuck…” Blaine lets the curse slip from his mouth because he’s not expected to be proper or polite here.  It’s just them, just Kurt-and-Blaine, raw and naked and with nothing between them but skin and heat, and he never feels more safe than he does when he should be the most vulnerable but Kurt just…makes him safe. 

Kurt can tell he’s getting close because he pulls almost all the way off, just the sensitive head of Blaine’s cock slipping between his lips, and it’s the sweetest torture Blaine could ever imagine as he braces his free hand behind him, hips literally lifting off the bed and his words reduced to a litany of ‘Kurt’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘more’ as Kurt obliges, winking at him rather mischievously before humming and that does it, that always does it, and Blaine’s coming down his throat with a shout. 

He slumps back on the bed afterward, tugging Kurt weakly up to kiss him and taste himself on his boyfriend’s tongue, and Kurt’s body comfortably slots against his as Blaine rolls them over and kisses him again. “You owe me,” Kurt rasps, voice a little hoarse both from having Blaine’s cock in his mouth and just from pure sex-lust, but Blaine kisses his way down Kurt’s chest until he’s the one on his knees.

Yeah.

Blaine really loves blowjobs.