It was stupid, really, but Blaine insisted on carrying Kurt over their wedding threshold. Kurt complained, of course, pointing out the fact he actually weighed more than Blaine, but he wasn't having any of it.

And who was Kurt to care as Blaine scooped him up, carried him into their bridal suite, and threw him onto the bed?

"I'm going to do things to you, Kurt," Blaine growled as he climbed on top of Kurt. "Things you've only dreamed about."

"Oh, so you'll morph into Johnny Depp, then?" Kurt whispered, his words teasing but his tone loving, and he started to strip off Blaine's suit.

"Shut up," Blaine said, and then made him.

Blaine's lips were hot as they pressed down over Kurt's collarbone. They kissed and sucked in a way that was definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow but, fuck it, it was their honeymoon. What kind of newlyweds weren't covered in hickeys?

Kurt let out a low, guttural moan as Blaine palmed his cock through his suit pants. Even after years of this, Blaine could still make him gasp at a single touch. Blaine's hand became more insistent against him, as he tried to unbutton Kurt's pants.

"Hey, tiger, take it easy," Kurt said. "We have all night."

"But I have to have you now," Blaine whined, finally managing the numerous buttons and zips on Kurt's pants, quickly pulling them off.

"Well - fine. But I'm not going to be fully clothed above the waist for our first time together as a married couple." With those words, Kurt pulled off his jacket and then quickly did away with his shirt. He almost had the good grace to blush virginally as he lay, naked, beneath his husband. But they'd done this so many times before - why would he feel nervous now? It was a little awkward, he had to admit - after all, Blaine was still in his well-tailored suit, panting over him. But not for long. Soon, they were both gloriously, gloriously naked, and pressing against other.

"I... I know it should be slow and sweet and, but, Christ, Kurt, I just want to fuck you, right now," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. He was met with a low groan and surge of Kurt's hips which was pretty much a 'yes' in his books. Or close enough. So he reached over to the nightstand where he had conveniently placed some lube before the reception. Quickly, he squeezed some onto his fingers and moved his hand down to prepare Kurt.

"No, no, Blaine," Kurt groaned.

"You - want to stop?" Blaine asked, suddenly concerned.

"No - I just, I already - I'm ready," Kurt said. Curiously, Blaine reached his fingers down to touch Kurt. Kurt wasn't lying - he was already slick, and stretched, and open for Blaine. If Blaine hadn't already been fully hard, his cock would have instantly stood up and took notice.

"Wh.. what?"

"In the bathroom, I - I wanted to be ready for you. For this," Kurt said, pressing into Blaine's fingers, which were still hovering at his entrance. Blaine only spent a moment or two thrusting his fingers in and out of Kurt - normally he'd take more time, but fuck, Kurt was open and waiting and begging for his cock.

"Legs up," he said, and that was all Kurt needed to fully spread himself open and prop his legs up onto Blaine's shoulders. It only took Blaine a moment before finally he was pushing into Kurt - into his husband, and because of that very single fact, it felt better than ever.

"Oh, Kurt," he groaned, as he fully rested himself inside his - his husband.

"Please - fuck me," Kurt groaned, grinding into Blaine, trying to get more contact, more friction, more anything.

Blaine pulled his hips back and then snapped into Kurt, hard. "You - looked - so - fucking - sexy - today," he said, a word with each thrust.

"Fuck, fuck," was all Kurt responded with.

"I - fuck - Kurt," Blaine said, falling into incoherence as he pushed harder and faster into Kurt. His silence meant that the only sound in the room was the rhythmic slap slap slap of his flesh against Kurt's, and as much as he wanted to have low, romantic music playing in the background the first time he took Kurt after their wedding, he couldn't even try to regret it.

Words were lost at that moment, and neither of them could find them until finally, finally, Kurt was coming hard, against Blaine, covering both their stomachs in his sticky come. The feeling of his new husband coming underneath him sent Blaine over the edge, only managing two or three more thrusts before he was coming too, seeing stars, as he gripped onto Kurt’s shoulders tightly.

So that was that, their first time together. Done and dusted, and in at under fifteen minutes. Or so Kurt thought. But instead of flopping down next to him and falling asleep, Blaine looked down at him with a pure feral look in his eye.

Blaine slid down the bed, his hands pushing Kurt’s knees wide apart as he did so. Kurt wriggled underneath him, slightly uncomfortable at the sudden attention that way being paid to his most intimate of parts. But then Blaine was spreading him open with his thumbs, and just looking, and if Kurt had felt exposed before, that was nothing compared to this. Because, they hadn’t turned off the lights as they’d walked into the room. It was bright and Blaine was just there, looking at him. Kurt could feel Blaine’s come leaking out of him a little bit, and he flushed at his inability to hold it in.

Then Blaine just breathed on him and he nearly came undone. Surely it was too soon for him to be getting hard again, but there it was, his cock twitching again, despite the fact that it was slightly covered in come and still oh-so sensitive after his last orgasm.

A finger pressed at him, softly, just swirling around his hole, just swiping over the surface. Curious, Kurt opened his eyes and looked down – to be greeted by the sight of Blaine bringing his finger, the tip of which was covered in his own come, to his own lips and tasting it. Kurt groaned and dropped his head back, physically unable to continue watching this without spontaneously combusting.

And then Blaine reached in and licked at him and he thought he might die. Blaine’s tongue was hot and hard against him, and he nearly came apart at the very sensation. The slurping sound was positively pornographic and so incredibly filthy, but neither of them could find it in themselves to be disgusted by it. Instead, Blaine licked harder at him, his thumbs pushing harder on either side of Kurt, pulling him impossibly more open, before thrusting his tongue inside. He couldn’t get it far inside, but it was far enough to push past that ring of muscles.

“Blaine, Blaine, oh my god,” Kurt babbled, pushing harder into Blaine’s face. In response, Blaine just lapped harder, alternating between tonguing outside Kurt’s entrance and pushing inwards. His own come was leaking out, so dirtily, and he enthusiastically licked it up, desperate to taste more of Kurt, and of himself, and of the combination of tastes they made together.

He felt Kurt begin to spasm underneath his tongue and he knew his husband was close. His hand reached up to grasp at Kurt’s cock, rubbing up and down, enough to tease Kurt, but not enough to actually get him off.

“Please, please,” Kurt begged.

Blaine licked harder than before, really trying to feel and taste and experience every part of Kurt. Although he didn’t want this to be over yet, he understood Kurt’s frustrations, and began to stroke harder, in time with his own tongue thrusts.

Wantonly, Kurt spread his legs further apart, desperate to get just that little bit more contact so he could get off. Blaine’s hand – the one that wasn’t pumping desperately at Kurt’s cock – moved from holding Kurt open to pushing inside him, using one finger to crook against that spot that always brought Kurt completely undone.

And bring him undone it did. Kurt clenched around his finger, hard, his flesh fluttering against Blaine’s tongue, and his cock pulsing as he spilt over himself for the second time that night. His groans became gasps and then, after some time of Blaine just stroking softly, affectionately, he was just breathing shallowly. Blaine slowly moved up the bed to snuggle up next to Kurt.

“Blaine... Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice shaky.

“Yes, Kurt?”

“I’m so fucking glad I married you,” Kurt said, placing a sloppy kiss on the side of Blaine’s mouth, before grabbing Blaine’s arm and pulling it over himself.

Blaine was pretty hard from his exploration of Kurt’s body, and he probably would have liked to get off again. But did it really matter? They had the rest of their lives for that.