They were both naked and sweaty from making out. Kurt was face down on the bed with his ass propped up while his boyfriend sat behind him on his knees. Both of their faces were flushed with hair poking out in random places.

“Blaine is everything okay?” He looked over his shoulder where he found Blaine having trouble opening the lube. He fumbled with it to get the cap off in a almost comical way and Kurt tried his hardest not to laugh.

Kurt’s attempt to be quiet failed and Blaine frowned at him. “Stop laughing! You put the cap on really tight and I’m weak from my medication.” He fluttered his long eyelashes and pouted his lip. Kurt snatched it out of Blaine’s hands and twisted the cap off with ease.

Kurt had been thinking about this all day. He was still wound tight since the whole dilemma with Sebastian, not to mention the fact that Blaine hadn’t been able to fuck him properly for two weeks and three days. To say the least, he was on edge.

Blaine warmed up the lube between his fingers and slid up Kurt’s body to suck at his already bruised neck. He ran his finger down Kurt’s ass with gentle pressure and stopped at the puckered hole, rubbing in circles. Kurt’s breathing caught and Blaine started to press his index finger in.

Kurt made an annoyed huff and snapped “Blaine what the hell are you doing?” Blaine looked down to where he was poking Kurt instead of fingering him. He scolded himself then immediately jammed his whole finger in Kurt’s ass. Kurt moaned at the sudden intrusion, it sounded almost pained, “Babe, easy.” He said in a breathy tone. Blaine apologized softly in his ear.

He pulled his finger out slowly and pressed it back in. Blaine could feel Kurt relax around his finger as he made soft little ‘ah ah ah’ sounds and started pushing his ass back on his hand. Blaine didn’t get how exactly Kurt managed to look cute and breathtakingly sexy, but he did, he always did. Blaine figured Kurt was stretch enough so he tried to slide another finger in, but failed miserably when he missed the hole and pulled out his fingers completely.

“Blaaaine.” Kurt whined needfully. “Just fuck me already.” He looked over his shoulder to Blaine who finally got his fingers to slide in.

“I know, I’m sorry.” His voice shook a little bit. Kurt could tell he was getting nervous so he pulled him up kissed him passionately. It was mostly tongue and teeth but it seemed to give him more confidence as Blaine’s fingers pumped in and out of him.

When he sped up his rhythm and the kiss turned more into moaning into each others mouths. Kurt started to alternate from humping the sheets to fucking himself on Blaine’s hand, Blaine squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming at the sight.

“Are you ready for my cock baby?” Blaine purred. He kept pumping his fingers, crooking them until Kurt moaned loudly,“Yes! Blaine, please.”

He looked down at his fingers and slowly pulled them out. Blaine kissed the small of Kurt’s back and spread lube all over his cock and lined it up. When he started to add pressure his cock slipped along Kurt’s crack.

Something must have snapped in Kurt because he got up and grabbed Blaine by his shoulders and threw him on his back. He climbed in his lap, pushing him down on the bed with his hands on his chest and sucked at Blaine’s lower lip.

“Blaine Anderson, if you can’t fucking fuck me then I’ll do it myself.” Kurt scolded. Blaine’s eyes went wide at the sudden change as Kurt grabbed him cock and slipped the head into himself, he could feel the drag of Kurt’s rim around his cock and his eyes fluttered shut.

Kurt sunk down all the way and they both moaned as they kissed messily. Kurt swiveled his hips, raising up and down in a steady motion.

As their breathing became quicker and motions got more desperate Blaine started to thrust up harder, hitting Kurt in a amazing angle that made his legs twitch inward. It only took a could more thrusts until Kurt was coming white hot stripes on both on them.

Blaine stilled, memorizing the way Kurt squeezed around his dick. Then came in one more hard thrust.

The room was silent all except for the sounds of their labored breathing.

“ Blaine.”

“Yes?”

“You’re not topping again until you get that eye patch off.”