“So, Taylor Lautner, huh?” Blaine asked with his head against Kurt’s chest. They were watching Eclipse to prepare for watching Breaking Dawn with Nick and Jeff who’d invited them to the premiere with four tickets they’d won in a competition. Funnily enough, none of the Warblers had wanted to go. Blaine could definitely appreciate Jacob’s abs but he’d seen it before when it came out-Jeff and Nick had dragged him along and then subjected him to the worst fanboy argument he’d ever seen re:Edward vs. Jacob-and Kurt was always more interesting than a movie. Kurt groaned and covered his face with the hand that wasn’t around Blaine’s shoulder.

“It was stupid, I know,” he said, squeezing Blaine’s shoulder. “Especially since now that I think about it, there’s no way a dewy meadow would be comfortable. You’d need a blanket or something. Plus grass stains.” Kurt wrinkled his nose and pinched Blaine when he laughed. “Don’t laugh, Blaine, grass stains are really hard to get out.” Blaine keeps on laughing at him but Kurt doesn’t mind because really he thinks it’s silly, too, but he kicks Blaine anyway because Blaine doesn’t need to know that.

“I’ll say again. I think it’s hot,” Blaine said, tilting his head up to look at Kurt. “I think you’re hot,” he continued before leaning up to kiss Kurt. Kurt put his unoccupied hand onto Blaine’s jaw to hold him there as he twisted so he could kiss him more easily.

They hadn’t just made out for a while; it always lead to something else now they’d pretty much granted each other’s hands citizenship below the equator, but Burt would be home in around 10 minutes and they hadn’t perfected the quickie yet so they were perfectly content just to kiss for now. Kurt broke the kiss and leaned his head down to kiss at Blaine’s jaw, sucking a little. Blaine moaned and twisted around to catch Kurt’s lips in a kiss again. Kurt grinned against his mouth and slipped his tongue past Blaine’s lips. They rubbed tongues for a second before Kurt moved his up to tap against the roof of Blaine’s mouth, a move that always drove him mad. Blaine moaned and pressed harder against Kurt before he broke the kiss.

“You’re getting me all worked up and your dad’s going to be home soon… you tease,” he panted against Kurt’s lips. Kurt just grinned and leaned in for another kiss that Blaine denied. “I need to calm down, you’ve got me all…excited,” he said, blushing. Kurt looked down and grinned before pulling back and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Guess you won’t get to see if I’m wearing underwear today then,” he said, smirking at Blaine. Blaine growled and swatted at Kurt. Kurt’s eyes widened and then he practically leaped at Blaine, pushing him back into the couch and kissing him desperately. They were still kissing when Burt walked in the front door and made exaggerated noises of shock. Kurt pulled back and glared at him.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny Dad. We’re just kissing,” Kurt said, smoothing his hair back into place. Burt grinned at him and ruffled it again as he walked past. Blaine was trying to discretely hide his boner and he could practically feel Burt’s Glare of Disapproval (he and Rachel had named his glares one afternoon in Hudmel partner solidarity) aimed at him.

“You guys need to clear the couch. The big game’s on tonight and I don’t want to miss it,” Burt said, staring at Blaine in a way that he knew meant that he’d better be on that couch with Burt and not up in Kurt’s room.

“Yes sir. I’m pretty sure we’re going to win tonight,” Blaine said, smiling as innocently as he knew how. Burt grunted at him, smiled at Kurt and walked into the kitchen. Blaine turned to Kurt and sighed in relief when he said they could go upstairs. When they got there, Blaine rounded on him.

“What was that? You knew your dad was coming home and I’m not exactly complaining but why couldn’t it wait for up here?” He asked, still shaken by Burt. The man was terrifying.

“I couldn’t help it. You just, you growled Blaine. What was I meant to do?” Kurt said helplessly. Blaine stared at him for a second before his eyes widened.  

“Kurt?” he said. He had a growing suspicion.

“Yes Blaine?” Kurt answered.

“Is it Taylor Lautner that you liked or him as a werewolf?” Blaine asked. He was pretty sure of the answer and when Kurt mumbled something about werewolves he knew he was right. “So when I growled it turned you on?” he asked. Kurt blushed a little and then nodded.

“It’s not an animal thing. That’s just gross. It’s just that werewolves are really strong and sort of possessive and just more…primal,” Kurt said, a little dreamy towards the end. He wasn’t ashamed, just a little embarrassed to be bordering on telling Blaine a fantasy.

“Yeah?” Blaine said, not really asking a question. Kurt responded with a soft ‘yeah’ and Blaine closed his eyes for a second, calming himself. “These relations you wanted to have with Taylor Lautner, what would they have involved?” He opened his eyes and looked into Kurt’s. Kurt blushed and for a second Blaine thought he would change the topic, stop him from probing but then he straightened his back and spoke.

“He’d be strong. Strong enough to pick me up easily. And he’d smell me.” Kurt started blushing but continued, “Not in a creepy way but just to see that no one else had touched me. To check that I was still his.” Kurt jumped when Blaine took his hand. He hadn’t realised he’d closed his eyes. Blaine smiled then walked him over to the bed. They couldn’t do anything, not with Burt downstairs and the door open, but Blaine sat them down facing the wall away from the door and slid his hand onto Kurt’s thigh.

“What else?” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear. He started to trail kisses down Kurt’s neck but stopped until Kurt started speaking again.

“He’d, um, he’d kiss my neck like you’re doing but he’d leave marks. To show that I’m his.” Kurt’s breath hitched when Blaine nipped at his neck and he tipped his head back to give Blaine more room to work with. “Then he’d undress me, he’d already be naked, and he-oh that feels good-would kiss down my body until he was at my ankles then he’d pull me towards him and he’d lick my, uh,” Blaine stopped kissing Kurt, waiting for him to continue, “my hole. ” Blaine slid his hand over to palm Kurt’s crotch. He arched up into the pressure but didn’t stop talking. “And he’d get me wet. He wouldn’t use lube, just him, always him, and then he’d fuck me. Pressing close to me and not letting me touch myself and oh, oh, Blaine,” Kurt cried out softly, twisting his head to find Blaine’s mouth as he rode the waves of his orgasm. They sat there for a few minutes, panting into each other’s mouths until they heard Burt drop a pan.

They separated, a little unsure of what to do because this was different to getting off together. This was sharing a fantasy and what did they do from here? Blaine looked at Kurt, a wet spot appearing on his pants, his eyes wide and bright and his mouth still red from kissing him earlier. He didn’t know what they were meant to do from here but he’d do anything to get him looking like that again.

The spell was broken when Burt came upstairs to ask Kurt what the difference between chopped and diced was. Kurt made a quick trip to the bathroom before Burt entered the room and changed outfits. Luckily he always did this so Burt’s suspicions weren’t raised more than usual-he only gave Blaine the Glare of Unprovoked Suspicion.

Later that night, after watching the game (the Buckeyes won meaning Burt gave Blaine the Nod of Acknowledgement when he said goodbye) Blaine kissed Kurt goodbye on his porch. They stood there for a second in silence, both of them wanting to bring up what had happened but neither knowing how. Eventually Blaine smiled at Kurt then stepped back, dragging his fingers down Kurt’s arms until they reached his fingertips then turning around and walking away.

When he got home he immediately went onto his laptop to research werewolves. After an hour of intense research the only thing Blaine had found out was that the guy who played Remus Lupin was the earthworm in James and the Giant Peach which was cool but not really what he wanted .He let out a frustrated moan and closed his laptop before going over to his bed and flopping onto it. Blaine had never seen Kurt act like that before when he wasn’t just about to come. He’d been so…so vocal and uninhibited.

Blaine loved it when Kurt opened up around him. He always felt special and like he’d done something right when Kurt smiled at him in a way that Blaine knew he didn’t smile at anyone else. When they were in bed together Blaine always came hardest when he knew he was pleasuring Kurt so well that he forgot his inhibitions and just went with it. He still used the time Kurt had desperately fucked his mouth as masturbation material.

It wasn’t as though Blaine didn’t love what Kurt did to him, it was just that Blaine’s biggest turn on seemed to be turning Kurt on, and that afternoon had definitely turned Kurt on. Looking back on it, Kurt’s fantasy had actually been doable. Blaine knew he could pick Kurt up easily since he’d done so in multiple tickle fights (Kurt always cheated) and it wasn’t like he’d never fantasised about giving Kurt hickeys. His no marks above the shoulders rule was a bummer and if Blaine could use this as an excuse to completely cover his boyfriend in hickeys then that was just another point in favour of him acting out Kurt’s fantasy.

Blaine wasn’t a very aggressive guy by nature, but for Kurt he could do it. He thought of Kurt writhing beneath him and begging for more and yeah he could definitely do this. As he reached over to turn off his light so he could go to sleep Blaine gave more thought to the image of Kurt like that and he changed his mind, instead picking up the lube on his bedside table and leaving the light on.

*
The next day at school Kurt acted like he usually did, not seeming to be affected by what had happened the night before. Blaine quickly stopped Kurt’s act by leaning in and sniffing at Kurt’s neck before dropping a swift kiss there. Kurt’s breathing hitched then returned to normal. He blushed and swatted at Blaine but there was a small smile playing around his mouth.

After school, they arranged to meet at the Lima Bean and since Kurt’s last class ended a half hour before Blaine’s did on Wednesdays, Kurt always bought their coffees for them. Blaine arrived a little bit late and a lot breathless. He picked up his coffee and drained half of it before sitting down next to Kurt and smiling brightly. Kurt laughed at him fondly and took his hand over the table.

“Rough day?” he asked, still smiling.

“English is the worst subject ever. I can speak it just fine so why do I have to study it?” Blaine moaned. “I had to stay after class to talk to Mr. Crighton about my essay.” Kurt smirked at him, the smug straight-A-student bastard.

“Literature is a wonderful thing, Blaine. Embrace it,” Kurt said before picking up his coffee and taking a sip. Blaine watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and suddenly English was the furthest thing from his mind.

“So…” Blaine said, moving his chair closer to Kurt’s, “About last night.” Kurt started coughing on his coffee and turned to Blaine with wide eyes and a blush staining his cheeks. “It was hot, Kurt. I want to try it again. Except, you know, actually doing what you were talking about.” Blaine was trying to keep his voice down but the dirty look two old ladies sent him as the passed the table made him move even closer to Kurt so he could whisper to him.

“I don’t know, Blaine. It’s one thing to talk about it but what if it doesn’t work?” Kurt asked. He was still blushing but his eyes were bright with interest.

“Then it doesn’t work. We have to try it, Kurt. You get off on the idea of werewolves and I get off on you getting off.” Blaine whispered. The ladies were still shooting him glares but he dealt with Burt Hummel on a daily basis and who cared what they thought when he was talking about fantasies with his super hot boyfriend. Speaking of which… “It’ll be fun. I can stop shaving my chest and we can do it on the night of a full moon…please?”

“You shave your chest?” Kurt asked sceptically. Blaine shrugged and blushed. Kurt grinned at him and slid the toe of his shoe up and down Blaine’ s ankle under the table. “Maybe I will do this just to see you all hairy.”

“So you’ll do it? You don’t have to, I just think it’d be hot. Plus, you know, crossing things off the bucket list,” Blaine said.

“That’s not on your bucket list, Blaine.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“It so is,” Blaine replied, pulling out his phone. He went into notes and then to his bucket list that he’d started after Kurt had shown him his. Right under #7: Name one of my children after the place they were adopted, preferably Vegas; possibly Ontario, there it was, “See, number 8. Participate in a roleplay scenario with my boyfriend in which I am a werewolf.” Kurt laughs a little incredulously before kissing Blaine on the cheek and pushing his hands down so he’d put his phone away.

“I can’t believe you have that on your phone…Okay. Let’s do it. I’ll come over to your house on Friday night since my parents will be away.” Blaine pumped his fist into the air and grinned at Kurt.

“You won’t regret it, I swear. Plus it’s full moon on Friday,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt rolled his eyes and swatted at him before they got down to business.

They worked out the details fairly quickly: Kurt would go to Blaine’s house and let himself in. He’d go to Blaine’s bedroom and wait for him there and then Blaine would come in and take over. They’d agreed that it was better not to work to a script.

When Kurt left Blaine stayed for another half hour, thinking of ideas and putting them into his phone’s notes for him to consider later. All he could think of when he left the café was that he couldn’t wait for Friday.

*

Kurt knew that Blaine was planning something for Friday night. He was being secretive and while Kurt appreciated that Blaine was willing to put so much effort into fulfilling his fantasy, he was starting to get worried that he was going to have his expectations dashed when they got around to the act. Blaine wasn’t an aggressive guy. He got angry sometimes but he always attacked with words and the closest thing to a physical confrontation he’d been in since he’d met Kurt was a stand off with Finn over the last piece of pizza. Finn had won.

So Kurt was feeling…dubious of Blaine’s ability to be the dominant werewolf that he’d fantasised about. What Kurt should have taken into account was that Blaine was a natural born performer and loved pleasing people. Also, he was absolutely crazy about Kurt. Put those three things together and the result was a man determined to give Kurt the night of his life.

Friday night found Kurt letting himself into Blaine’s house with the hide-a-key hidden under the garden gnome (could the Andersons be more suburban?). He called out to check no one was home then texted Blaine as he made his way to the bedroom.

To Blaine <3 Anderson:
I’m here. How long will you be? I can’t wait. <3

The reply was almost instant.

From Blaine <3 Anderson:
I’m so sorry but I’ll be a while. :( Nick is freaking out over his first competition solo…don’t tell Rachel I’m helping the competition. I’ll be over as soon as I can. <3

Kurt’s eyes widened before narrowing. There he was in Blaine’s bedroom ready to act out one of his fantasies with his boyfriend and Nick was cockblocking him? This couldn’t be happening.

To Blaine <3 Anderson:
Unless Nick is willing to put out for you I’d suggest you get over here right now or  you won’t have sex for a week month. And if Nick is willing then we need to have a serious talk about the amount of warblers who are willing to sleep with you. >:(

Kurt dropped his bag on the chair and hung his jacket over the back of it before flopping onto Blaine’s bed. His phone pinged and he picked it up, seeing the new text.

From Blaine <3 Anderson:
1. Jeff would kill me. 2. He helped get us together. I’ll be over soon. I promise. Take a nap or something. I’m so turned on right now.

Kurt frowned at his phone. Blaine was turned on?

From Blaine <3 Anderson
Because of you. And what I’m going to do to you tonight. Not Nick. I love you.

Kurt sighed and tapped out an ‘I love you’ in return before deciding Blaine had been onto something with that nap idea. He punched the pillow a few times and willed his half-hard erection to calm down before he started dozing.

Obviously he’d fallen asleep, because now Kurt was being woken up by a hand on his shoulder pushing him onto his back. His hands were pinned above his head and a mouth descended on his, kissing him open mouthed and dirty. Kurt opened his eyes, still sticky from sleep and started struggling. The adrenaline woke him up but he was stiff from the position he’d been sleeping in and couldn’t move properly. The mouth over his moved to his neck where it started licking and sucking over that spot under his jaw that Blaine had found one night and oh, it was Blaine over him.

Kurt relaxed into the hold a little before moving again to get up. He wanted to see Blaine’s face, especially since the scratch against his neck indicated that he hadn’t shaved today. When Kurt tried to move he was held down steadily, Blaine not even straining to keep him pinned and Kurt shouldn’t have found it hot but he couldn’t stop the moan that ripped its way from his throat. Blaine’s hands were firm on Kurt’s wrists and his mouth was wet and hot and perfect on his throat. Blaine mouthed over Kurt’s jaw before dragging his nose down Kurt’s neck and inhaling deeply. Suddenly he stiffened.

“You touched another man.” Fuck, even Blaine’s voice was different. Lower, scratchier, sexier. Kurt’s brain eventually figured out what Blaine had said and he frowned.

“No I didn’t. I-” Kurt was cut off by Blaine nipping punishingly at his skin and apparently his neck had a direct line to his cock because that should not have felt as good as it did.

“You did. I can smell Finn all over you,” Blaine paused and Kurt remembered hugging Finn before he left school because Finn was still upset about the scouting thing but how did Blaine know that? “I don’t like smelling him on you,” Blaine growled into his skin. Kurt moaned and bucked his hips up, only now realising that he was hard.

“I hugged him. That-that’s all,” Kurt said, whining at the end. Blaine dug his fingers into Kurt’s wrists and which made him shudder and press up into Blaine. Blaine held his body away from Kurt’s and squeezed harder.

“You shouldn’t be near him. You shouldn’t touch other men. Only me,” Blaine said and it was ridiculous because Blaine was the least jealous guy he knew; and even if he wasn’t, Kurt had always said that possessiveness is not an attractive trait but Kurt had never felt more turned on. Maybe it was exactly because Blaine would never say that outside roleplay. Kurt didn’t know what is was about Blaine saying that and acting so possessive but he found himself whimpering a response out, high and loud.

“Yes. Only you, Blaine. Only you. No one else,” Kurt moaned when Blaine lowered his body onto his and rolled his hips down. The friction against Kurt’s cock was delicious, even through two layers of jeans and at least one pair of underwear. Kurt never knew when Blaine would go commando but he hoped he had tonight. The idea of him in just jeans and a shirt with nothing underneath was incredibly hot. Kurt opened his eyes and looked down to see if Blaine’s jeans were low enough that he could tell if he was wearing boxers but his mind went in a different direction when he realised that Blaine was shirtless. It wasn’t a werewolf thing, it was a Twilight thing and a burst of warm affection broke through the lust for a second because Blaine hated that movie but he was doing this for Kurt.

“Like what you see?” Blaine asked, grinning down at him, all teeth and how had he changed the way he smiled to be more like a werewolf? Kurt didn’t know but he liked it.

“The chest hair is a definite plus,” Kurt grinned up at him. Obviously Blaine hadn’t shaved for a while because it was long enough to curl and not scratch at Kurt’s chest which, now he thought about it, should have less clothes on it as soon as possible. He moved to get up but again Blaine pinned him down. Kurt turned his head to the side and mouthed at Blaine’s bicep because damn they were nice arms before turning to pout at him. “Are you going to let me up?” he asked.

All Kurt got in response was Blaine shaking his head before dipping it down for another one of those deep kisses he’d been giving him earlier. Blaine was in control of the kiss, licking into Kurt’s mouth and silencing any protests. He rolled his hips down again and shifted both of Kurt’s wrists into one hand so he could use the other to hitch one of Kurt’s legs up around his hip.

“I’ll let you up when I want to,” Blaine said, panting a little when he broke the kiss. Kurt tried to move again because this was getting a little less sexy when Blaine practically snarled when he pulled at his wrists and he was right back in the moment. “Don’t move.” Kurt is tempted to ask him ‘or what’ but he’s pretty sure the answer would be more fun if he just moved so he did.

Blaine’s response was instant. He made a sound deep in his throat that Kurt was pretty sure humans weren’t supposed to make before letting go of his wrists and biting-actually biting-Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt’s arms flew around Blaine’s neck as he moaned. The pain wasn’t too bad but it was more than made up for when Blaine started licking at the bite and laving it with his tongue. It was messy and sloppy and more than a little animalistic. Kurt tilted his head back and was surprised at the happy sound Blaine made until his mouth was all over his neck and he realised that in this situation he had practically bared his neck to be marked. His stomach did these weird little flips that meant he was nervous but turned on, because Blaine was actually pretty incredible at being a werewolf and that meant that Kurt was a tiny bit scared. He knew Blaine held back his strength sometimes when they were having sex and that if he didn’t say anything this time Blaine wouldn’t hold back.

While Kurt was thinking this, Blaine was sucking hickeys into life on Kurt’s neck and then soothing them with his tongue. Suddenly he seemed to realise the upsettingly large amount of clothes they still had on and made quick work of Kurt’s three layers on the top (cardigan, button up, undershirt) and his jeans, leaving him in the black briefs that Blaine had bought him once. When Blaine saw what Kurt was wearing he let out a low moan that rumbled through his chest and sat up until he was kneeling with his ass resting on his heels. He pulled Kurt up with him and picked him up so Kurt could wrap his legs around Blaine’s waist.

Kurt closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaine, trying to calm down by ignoring the fact that his boyfriend had just picked him up like it was nothing. When he opened his eyes again, Blaine was staring up at him, eyes dark and mouth slightly open. Kurt groaned at the sight and tried to grind down against Blaine before realising that, once again, he had control. Instead he kissed him, open-mouthed and dirty, then pulled back to rest his forehead against Blaine’s. Blaine grinned up at Kurt and shifted him up so that he only had to use one arm around Kurt’s waist to hold him up. The other one he used to slide down and press lightly against Kurt’s hole, just teasing. Kurt moaned and pressed back against it, breath puffing out against Blaine’s mouth.

In a surprisingly sweet gesture Blaine kissed his nose before lifting his fingers to Kurt’s mouth and pressing them in. Kurt moaned and held Blaine’s eyes as he sucked and licked at Blaine’s fingers, getting them as wet as he could. He knew that they were going to use lube. They’d both agreed that while spit was all good and well in a fantasy, it didn’t do as well in real life at the same time that they’d agreed to not use a condom. Usually they kept it for special occasions like their anniversary and Valentine’s Day but they’d agreed that this was a special occasion.

Knowing that still didn’t temper Kurt’s excitement when Blaine pressed his index finger into him and then crooked it. He rocked back against it, keening and moaning. Blaine’s face, when Kurt looked at it, was pure adoration at the sight of Kurt like that. When Blaine pressed a second finger in, it came with a slight burn but that was part of it, the pain. Just like hearing Blaine rumble deep in his chest and feeling his teeth catch around his nipple.

Kurt jerked a little when Blaine bit down, not enough to break the skin but certainly enough to bruise, and then cried out when he blew cool air over the skin.  He was riding Blaine’s fingers by now, shamelessly pressing them into himself and clutching at Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine smirked and pulled his fingers out, wringing a cry from Kurt as he did so. He gently let him down onto the bed before sliding down so that his face was level with Kurt’s ass. He pulled Kurt’s underwear off and tosses them away and Kurt only had a second of outrage that they landed on the lamp before Blaine was pressing his face in close and nuzzling in between Kurt’s thighs. Kurt moaned and opened his legs as far as they’d go, practically doing the splits in his urgency to let Blaine in. Blaine was making little growly sounds as he nosed at Kurt’s hole and it was turning Kurt on.

Blaine’s hands slid up Kurt’s thighs to his ankles, pressing them up and even further apart. Kurt whined at the burn in his legs but Blaine ignored him and kept on pressing his legs down until they were touching his shoulders and he was totally exposed. Kurt closed his eyes at the pain-pleasure his position was causing him and arched his neck back into the pillow when Blaine finally opened his mouth to breath hot air over him. Kurt shuddered and rolled his hips up, shamelessly begging for Blaine’s mouth on him.

“Please Blaine. I need you so bad. Pleohhh” Kurt broke off when Blaine licked broad and flat over his hole. His eyes rolled back in his head when Blaine nipped at his rim and he cried out when Blaine scraped his teeth over him before soothing the hurt with his tongue.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Kurt. Where do you want me?” Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt to smirk at him and all Kurt could do was thrust forward, trying to get Blaine’s mouth on him again. Blaine laughed, the puffs of breath only serving to make Kurt more sensitive and turned on. Kurt whined and tried to move up but couldn’t.

“Let go of my legs and I’ll show you,” Kurt said, looking at Blaine from below his lashes. They had always stopped whenever someone even hinted at not wanting something ever since they’d started dating but this was different. In this situation Blaine had complete control and while Kurt knew he could say no and end this right now a part of him-the part that liked to be held down and fucked and submit to another man-wanted to see where it would go if he didn’t stop it. If he let Blaine dominate him completely and lay back and took it. So he did. Blaine felt him relax so he grinned and pressed down even harder before moving back down to Kurt’s ass.

Kurt gasped when Blaine scratched his fingernails down his calves and thighs to his ass where he pulled the cheeks apart and dove in with his tongue, thrusting and twisting it until Kurt was a mess on the sheets above him, writhing and gripping them with his fingers.

“Oh god Blaine!” Kurt cried out when Blaine bit him right next to his hole. His head whipped from side to side when Blaine decided that biting was a wonderful idea and proceeded to cover Kurt inner thighs and ass with sharp bites. “Blaine stop teasing me! I need you in me. Please.” The please was whispered and more than a little desperate. Blaine considered drawing it out for longer but it felt like he’d been hard for days and he could never resist Kurt when he wanted something.

“Hold your legs up for me,” Blaine said. His eyes were dark when they met Kurt’s and it sent a shiver through him to see his boyfriend looking so…wild was really the only word for it. His hair was more than a little out of control, his mouth and chin were soaked in saliva and his eyes were so dark they were almost black and staring straight at him like he was…prey. Kurt held up his legs and moaned high and loud when Blaine went back to licking him only this time the movements of his tongue were different.

It took a second for Kurt to realise what Blaine was doing. He was thrusting his tongue in and out of him but each time he did it felt wetter and suddenly what he’d said to Blaine two nights ago came back to him.  He was getting Kurt wet so he could fuck him. Kurt almost came at the mental image but held back, pulling Blaine up to kiss him when he switched from tongue to fingers in Kurt’s ass. Blaine’s mouth tasted like Kurt which was always a turn on but he was coordinating the thrusting of his fingers and his tongue into Kurt’s ass and mouth and all he could do was moan and fuck himself down onto Blaine’s fingers.

“Now. Fuck me now Blaine,” Kurt said breathlessly, biting at Blaine’s ear. Blaine shook his head, sweat flying from him, which was, oh, nice to know that even Blaine’s sweat was sexy to Kurt.

“No. We said lube. This isn’t enough to properly stretch you,” Blaine said even though he was surprised at how open Kurt was around his fingers. Kurt smirked up at him then leaned his head up to whisper in Blaine’s ear.

“Then it’s a good thing I fingered myself before I got here isn’t it?”

Blaine stared at him blankly for a second before groaning and swiftly replacing his fingers with his cock is a swift movement that had Kurt crying out at the burn and wrapping his legs around Blaine’s legs to get more of it. Blaine buried his head in Kurt’s neck and mouthed desperately at it, licking up sweat and kissing everywhere he could reach. He slid a hand in between them and pumped Kurt’s cock one, two, three times and then Kurt was coming long and hard, moaning into Blaine’s neck and clutching at his back. When he came down from his high he realised that Blaine was still fucking him in slow, hard thrusts.

When Blaine realised that Kurt was back with him he pulled out and stood up, off the bed before picking Kurt up and slamming him against the wall. His head doesn’t hit it but the rest of him does from his ass to the top of his back and it’s the opposite of every time someone else has slammed him into something because Blaine is there, helping Kurt to wrap his legs around his waist and pressing soft deep kisses to Kurt’s neck.

“I hope you can get hard again because now it’s the main event,” Blaine said and with that he fucked back up into Kurt and bit down on his neck. Hard. Kurt mewled and wrapped his arms around Blaine, baring his neck and relaxing into what Blaine was doing to him. His cock twitched, trying in vain to get hard again after only two minutes. There was still come drying on his stomach and Blaine swiped a finger through it before lifting it to Kurt’s mouth, urging him wordlessly to suck it.

Kurt did but after he was done licking it clean-an action that caused Blaine’s hips to stutter for a moment-he trailed his hand down Blaine’s arm, admiring the strength that was keeping him up and squeezing at the bicep. Taylor Lautner had nothing on his boyfriend.

Blaine brought him back to reality by pressing his arm between them again to start jerking him even though he was only half hard now. It was too much-the hand on his oversensitive cock and the dick rubbing over his prostate with every other stroke-but it was exactly the right kind of too much and Kurt found himself keening and rocking down into Blaine.

He lifted a hand to the back of Blaine’s head and tangled it in his hair, urging him to mark him as much as he could. The sharp sting of teeth told Kurt that tomorrow everyone would know exactly who he’d seen last night and fuck if that wasn’t turning him on even more. He still wasn’t sure that he could come again, even with Blaine fucking him until he heard the desperate growling sound Blaine was making. It was low, in his throat, and completely animalistic. Blaine made it with every thrust and it was getting throatier and louder with every second that passed.

Kurt hadn’t believed Blaine when he’d said that he could be a werewolf during sex but now, here? With Blaine’s stubble scratching against his skin as he fucked and marked him up against a wall while growling? Kurt forgot that his boyfriend was sweet, polite, and very much human and let himself fall into the fantasy.

He moaned and panted while his boyfriend fucked up into him, growling. He scratched at Blaine’s back when it became almost too much and went completely mental when Blaine timed a particularly hard bite with a thrust against his prostate. He pulled on Blaine’s hair and kissed him, all teeth and tongue until he realised that Blaine was dominating the kiss as well, practically using his mouth to fuck him in yet another way and he was letting him. Kurt Hummel, control freak extraordinaire was letting himself be fucked into a wall by his werewolf boyfriend and he was loving it.

“Kurt,” Blaine panted into his neck, his thrusts beginning to get a little erratic. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

“Then fuck me harder so I can come, too,” Kurt said into Blaine’s ear and apparently that was all the encouragement Blaine needed because suddenly he was thrusting faster and harder than he’d ever let himself with Kurt before and pumping Kurt’s cock and it all spiralled in on him. The stubble and the chest hair. The growls and snarls and dominance. The biting and scratching. The lifting him up and fucking him against a wall like it was nothing. Everything hit him at once and he came harder than he ever had before, vaguely noticing Blaine rolling his hips up desperately before coming inside of him, wet and dirty, and everything Kurt loved about sex.

Blaine practically fell to his knees, taking Kurt with him to the floor. They lay there in a tangled mess of limbs, sweat and come until Blaine recovered enough to pick Kurt up again and lay him on the bed where he followed and curled up next to him.

“So, was I a good werewolf?” he asked, too tired to hide the nervousness in his voice.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve recovered enough to think properly,” Kurt answered him sleepily before turning over to face him and cuddle up. “You were incredible. I should never have doubted your skill as a performer or a boyfriend.” They shared a soft kiss before falling asleep tangled up in each other.

When Blaine woke up the next morning and remembered the night before he grinned. Hopefully this meant Kurt would be open to his fantasies about vampires.