The second the taxi pulls up in front of the Hudmel residence, Blaine’s already rubbing at his temple. He’s had a headache since they got off the plane and it’s only been getting progressively worse as time goes by.

“You okay?” asks Kurt, looking at Blaine with concern.

Blaine squints his eyes for a moment before dropping his hand. “My head hurts. Feels like my brain is about to explode.”

Kurt frowns as he pushes open the car door. “Come on. My dad will have some aspirin. Let’s get inside.”

Five minutes later, Kurt and Blaine are being kissed and hugged within an inch of their lives and being directed towards the dinner table.

“Mr. Hummel, do you by any chance have any aspirin? I’ve had a nasty migraine since we landed,” Blaine says, thumb pressed to the side of his head.

Burt stops mid-walk and turns around. “You’ve been apart of this family for a long time Blaine. How many times must I tell you to call me Burt?” he pauses and points upstairs. “Bathroom. Top drawer. Should be a bottle or two in there.”

Blaine makes it up the stairs and finds the washroom pretty quickly. Even if Kurt hasn’t lived here for over five years, Blaine will always know his way around this house.

He fumbles in the dark for a minute before finding the light switch and pulling open the drawer. Blaine’s eyes widens slightly at how many bottles are inside, but he grabs the nearest white bottle and pops the cap open.

Blaine tips the bottle, allowing a few blue pills to fall into his hand. He debates for a few seconds, not really sure of the dose, so he plays it safe and takes only one. He turns on the tap and makes a cup with his hands. He swallows the pill and shuts off the water, drying his hands before turning and shutting off the light.

He makes his way downstairs just as Carole sets the roast on the table. Kurt smiles at him and Blaine takes a seat beside him.

“Did you find some aspirin?” Kurt asks as he passes the potatoes.

Blaine nods. “Yeah. Hopefully this headache goes away soon.”

They’re about halfway through dinner when Blaine starts to fidget in his chair.

Kurt eyes him over his dinner. “Blaine? Are you okay?”

“Um, I’m still not feeling well. Thank you for dinner Carole, it was really good. Sorry to be the party pooper but I’m just going to head up to bed,” Blaine says all in one breath, nodding to Kurt to follow him.

Kurt wipes his mouth with his napkin and slides out his chair. “Sorry. We’re both really tired from the flight. We’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

Carole smiles and looks back down at her plate and Kurt quickly chases Blaine up the stairs.

“Blaine, what is wrong? Your headache can’t possible be that bad that you couldn’t finish dinner.”

Blaine turns and gestures toward his erection and Kurt tilts his head. “You left dinner because you wanted to have sex? Are you serious right now, Blaine Anderson?”

“It’s not my fault!” Blaine snaps angrily. “It just sort of happened,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I wasn’t even thinking about anything dirty.”

“All you took was the aspirin, right?” Kurt asks, heading towards the washroom. “You didn’t take anything else?”

Kurt flicks on the light as Blaine leans against the wall, and he can’t help but palm himself over this jeans. “What did you take, Blaine?”

“Something in a white bottle. A blue pill. It was aspirin,” Blaine replies, eyes flickering shut as he continues to stroke himself.

“This?” Kurt pulls out a white bottle, and his voice is a little higher than normal.

Blaine ceases his stroking and opens his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Kurt reaches over and smacks him hard on the shoulder. “You idiot. This is not aspirin.”

“What is it? It’s not poison, is it? Oh god, I’m going to die, aren’t?” Blaine says, panic evident in his voice.

“No. You’re not going to die,” Kurt huffs out, throwing the bottle back into the drawer. “You took Viagra.”

Blaine’s jaw drops a little and Kurt reaches over to close it for him. “Wait, so how long am I stuck with this thing?” he gestures down to his erection and Kurt moves over to the bedroom door, locking it.

“Probably about four hours. Give or take.”

Blaine shivers at the low tone Kurt’s voice has taken and he walks over to the bed. “So, what are we going to do for the next four hours?”

Kurt removes his shirt at a maddeningly slow pace, and Blaine’s breath still hitches as he watches Kurt’s skin come into view, inch by inch. Blaine reaches out to touch, hand sliding up Kurt’s chest, thumb swiping over one nipple at a time. “I think we can come up with some sort of idea to put that to good use.”

Blaine leans back on his palms as Kurt straddles his waist. Their mouths meet in a kiss that starts off slow and sweet, and Kurt’s hand comes up to wind into the hair at the back of Blaine’s neck. Blaine can’t help but thrust up against the pressure, biting down on Kurt’s bottom lip before licking over to soothe it. “I want you,” he whispers against Kurt’s mouth. “I want you so bad.”

“We have four hours,” returns Kurt as he mouths down Blaine’s neck. “I promise to use it to the best of our ability.”

Kurt pushes Blaine down, hands circling his wrists while he grinds his hips forward. “We are wearing far too much clothes.”

“Yeah,” says Blaine breathlessly. “Too many clothes.”

Blaine grabs Kurt’s waist, holding tight as he places him down on his back on the bed. Kurt bounces from the force and can’t help the laugh that leaves his lips.

“Want to ride you,” Blaine groans as he kicks off his pants. “Want to ride you into the mattress.”

“Come on, hurry up then,” Kurt says, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve the lube from their bag.

Blaine manages to strip himself of his briefs, climbing back on top of Kurt and pushing him into the pillows. His lips move down Kurt’s neck, palms spread flat as he licks and bites down Kurt’s torso.

“Blaine,” Kurt whimpers, fingers threading through Blaine’s hair. “Stop teasing.”

“Mm,” mumbles Blaine, mouth now sucking a bruise into Kurt’s hip. His fingers move down, taking Kurt’s balls and massaging them gently.

Kurt whines, back arching off the bed. “God, Blaine. Can you fuck me, please?”

Blaine drops his fingers lower, thumb pressing circles against Kurt’s perineum. He looks up at Kurt as he licks up his cock, tongue licking gently through the slit.

“I want to fuck myself on your cock,” Blaine pauses to wrap his lips around the head of Kurt’s dick, cheeks hallowing out momentarily before pulling off and replacing his mouth with his hand. “Then I want you to take me into the shower, and make me hold onto that bar while you fuck me from behind. After that, we’re going to come back here and then I’m going to fuck you.”

Kurt is gripping the bed sheets, head thrown back and Blaine can’t help but take a moment to admire his boyfriends well toned body.

“Angel,” Kurt says softly, looking at Blaine through half lidded eyes.

Blaine freezes in his motions. It’s been a long time since they’ve played this game. He backs off immediately, resting on his knees while he waits for instructions. They don’t do this very often, but Blaine would be lying if he said he didn’t love it every single time they did.

Kurt leans forward, his palm cupping Blaine’s chin. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you Angel?”

Blaine nods silently, knowing that his ability to speak has been taken away until Kurt grants him permission to speak.

“I want you to prep yourself for me,” Kurt says as he presses the bottle of lube into Blaine’s waiting hand. “I like to watch you get ready for me.”

Blaine pops open the cap, staring at Kurt with questioning eyes.

Kurt leans back on his elbows, crossing his legs at the ankles. “You can talk, Angel.”

“How do you want me?” Blaine spits out in a rush, squeezing a decent amount of liquid onto his fingers.

Blaine can’t help when his hand reaches down to stroke his cock. He’s achingly hard and there’s nothing more that he wants than for Kurt to grab him by the hair and-

“Get over here and straddle me. You can reach around while you kiss me,” Kurt interrupts his thoughts and pulls him by the hand.

Blaine balances himself on his clean hand, leaning down to capture Kurt’s mouth while his knees rest on either side of Kurt’s waist. He works the hand coated with lube between their bodies, gasping softly when the back of his hand brushes over his cock.

“Hurry up, Angel. I want to be inside you,” Kurt breathes hot against Blaine’s ear.

Blaine wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside of him at once and ignoring the burn that follows. Kurt’s cock is laying curved against his stomach and Blaine so badly wants to taste but he knows there are rules and he has to wait.

He stretches himself quickly, head dropping down to rest on Kurt’s shoulder as he works in a third finger. “Kurt.”

“Come on, I want to fuck you now,” pants Kurt, fingers pressing into Blaine’s flesh. “Please, Blaine.”

Just like that, the spell’s gone and Blaine’s smashing their mouths together, tongue pushing past Kurt’s lips because the game is over and right now he just wants.

Blaine rests his hands on Kurt’s chest while Kurt positions his cock at Blaine’s entrance. He lowers himself slowly, hissing as Kurt fills him. “Oh, fuck!”

Kurt’s hand is wrapping around him and pulling him down into another dirty kiss. Their teeth clatter together and slowly, very slowly, Blaine begins to rock his hips back and forth.

“You feel so good, Blaine. So fucking good,” Kurt moans, hand sliding up Blaine’s chest to grasp around his neck. He pushes gently at first, and Blaine nods in approval because fuck yes.

Blaine inhales sharply through his nose, moving in circular motions as Kurt’s grip gets tighter and tighter on his throat. Kurt’s other hand joins the first, thumbs pressing against his wind pipe and he’s struggling to take a breath but it all feels so good that he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Yes,” Blaine manages to say, hips moving faster and soon enough he’s lifting himself up and down on Kurt’s cock, the burn in his thighs evident but not nearly bad enough to to make him stop. “Fuck, yes!”

One of Kurt’s hands clamp over Blaine’s mouth, and Blaine looks down. Kurt’s eyes are wide and the sudden realization that maybe he’s being a little too loud dawns on him.

Kurt adjusts himself and Blaine throws his head back as Kurt’s cock hits his prostate. Blaine’s toes curl and his fingers dig into Kurt’s chest as the heat at the base of his spine shoots down his entire body.

“Blaine, I’m close,” warns Kurt, his whole body shuddering as Blaine works himself up and down. Kurt’s fingers curl around Blaine’s erection and Blaine’s holy body shivers at the contact.

Kurt pumps him quickly, and Blaine fights between fucking himself on Kurt’s cock and thrusting up into his hand. The warmth in his stomach begins to twist and his balls tighten and with one flick of Kurt’s wrist, he’s coming hard over Kurt’s fingers. “Fuckfuckfuck!”

Blaine grinds down as he clenches round Kurt’s cock, and Kurt holds him still while he thrusts up one, two, three times and then Blaine can feel his whole body tensing as Kurt comes inside him.

“Wow,” Kurt finally says, arms wrapping around Blaine’s waist as Blaine collapses on top of him. “Just.. wow.”

Blaine whines because he’s still hard and it’s only been an hour. “Shower?” he suggests, and Kurt just laughs.

“We just had sex, Blaine.”

“All the more reason to get cleaned up, right?” Blaine leaves out the fact that he plans on getting dirty again.

Kurt’s eyes flicker shut and Blaine frowns. “Please?”

“Don’t look at me with those eyes, Blaine Anderson. Go start the water, I’ll join you shortly,” Kurt’s gaze drops to Blaine’s erection. “I still can’t believe you took Viagra.”

Blaine wiggles his ass he walks towards the bathroom. “Believe it baby!”

Kurt nearly chokes he’s laughing so hard.

—

Blaine has Kurt pressed up against the tile wall, tongue invading his mouth like he needs it to breathe. Kurt turns his head, sucking in a deep breath. “Blaine, we’re supposed to be getting clean.”

“I washed your hair,” Blaine says into Kurt’s skin, thumbs resting on his hip bones. “I washed your body,” Blaine turns Kurt so his chest is flush with the wall. “You forced me to wash myself while you took care of other parts.”

Kurt leans his forehead against the cool tile as Blaine lowers himself to his knees. “Blaine.”

“Please?” Blaine asks, teeth sliding over the clefts of Kurt’s ass. He feels Kurt relax and he licks a swipe over Kurt’s entrance, making him buck backwards into the touch.

“Oh god, Blaine. Your mouth,” Kurt’s hand reaches around to grip Blaine’s hair.

Blaine presses his tongue inside, moaning softly as he slides his tongue in and out. His thumb presses in alongside his tongue, and Kurt’s legs shake. Blaine slides one finger inside, thrusting back and forth as he curves his tongue. The taste of Kurt is overwhelming and Blaine begins to stroke himself slowly while he adds a second finger.

“Blaine, please. Fuck me!”

Blaine pulls away, fingers still in knuckle deep and he curls them upward. Kurt cries out brokenly and Blaine reaches around to grip Kurt’s cock. “No, I want you to fuck me again first. Than we’ll go back to the bed and I have a few surprises that I packed, okay?”

Kurt nods his acknowledgement, letting out a noise of disapproval when Blaine removes his fingers. “But I want you inside of me,” he turns around then, grabbing Blaine’s face and pushing his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. It takes a few seconds but then Blaine realizes that Kurt is tasting himself on his tongue and it makes him hold onto Kurt’s hips a little tighter.

“Okay,” Kurt says, breaking the kiss. “Bend over and grip the bar.”

Blaine swallows as he reaches for the shower bar, spreading his legs. Kurt brushes a finger over his entrance and he can’t help it when he flinches away from the contact.

“You’re too sore,” Kurt says simply, stepping back into the spray.

Blaine pushes his ass back. “No, I’m not. Please fuck me, Kurt. Please.”

“If it hurts too much, you tell me right away, okay?” replies Kurt. He slowly inserts one finger, and Blaine can feel the easy glide as it moves in and out.

“More.”

“Blaine, I don’t-”

“Kurt, hurry up. I want you to fuck me. Please,” Blaine arches back again and he sighs as Kurt adds another finger. “I’m already stretched, fuck me!”

Kurt exhales, palm sliding up Blaine’s spines as his cock pushes up against Blaine’s hole. “Are you sure baby?”

Blaine grips the bar tight, pushing his hips back and impaling himself on Kurt’s cock. “God!”

“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt halts Blaine’s movement, inhaling quickly. “How can you still be so tight when I just fucked you?”

“I’d really appreciate if we cut out the talking and went with the- Oh!” Blaine’s head drops as Kurt thrusts into him, hard and rough. Kurt’s arm wraps around his waist, pulling his body down with every rock of his hips. “Yeah, like that. Come on, fuck me harder!”

Kurt leans down to bite hard on Blaine’s shoulder, hand entangling into Blaine’s hair and pull his head back to expose his neck. “You’re fucking beautiful when you’re like this. Desperate, begging for my cock.”

Blaine keens, words having long escaped him as Kurt continues to fuck into him. Again and again with every thrust a spark of pleasure sparks from his spine all the way down to the tips of his fingers.

“Can you come for me, Blaine? You’re such a perfect little slut. Can you come?” Kurt says softly, nipping Blaine’s earlobe.

Kurt re-positions his feet, planting them firmly and swivelling his hips and Blaine’s knees quiver as Kurt’s cock lines up perfectly with his prostate.

“Don’t hold back baby, let go.”

Blaine moans long and loud as his orgasm is ripped from his body, and if it wasn’t Kurt’s arm wrapped firmly around his waist he’d be on the floor of the bathtub. He’s so lost in the aftershock, he slumps away and Kurt slips out of him still hard.

“Blaine, I’m not done-”

“I know,” says Blaine, breathless. “You aren’t allowed to come yet,” he turns around, hand wrapping firmly around the base of Kurt’s cock. “I want you to come with me inside you.”

Kurt nods wordlessly as Blaine reaches behind him to shut off the tap. “You are going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Don’t you worry,” Blaine answers, voice low and suddenly taking on a husky quality. “You will be too.”

—

Blaine has Kurt’s arms strapped to the headboard with the scarves he brought from home. Blaine has three fingers up Kurt’s ass, the other hand stroking featherlight over Kurt’s sensitive cock.

Kurt pulls at his bonds, and Blaine can see where his flesh is beginning to redden. “Stop that, your skin.”

“Come on baby, let me go. I want to touch you while you fuck me, please?” begs Kurt, still tugging on the restraints.

Blaine quickly kiss him to silence his pleas to be released. Both of their lips are red and swollen from the amount of kissing, but fuck if it doesn’t look fantastic on Kurt. His mouth trails along Kurt’s jawline before he speaks again. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Definitely okay,” Kurt says, spreading his legs even further apart. “Are you sensitive? You must be hurting so much.”

Blaine shrugs as he lines up at Kurt’s entrance. “A little. But it’s all part of the fun for my silly mistake.”

“I still -oh- can’t believe you mistook a Viagra for aspirin,” Kurt laughs softly, and the headboard rattles as he tugs on the scarves again. “Blaine.”

“Shit, Kurt. You feel amazing,” Blaine says through clenched teeth, already beginning to move his hips back and forth. He reaches above Kurt’s head, one quick pull of the scarves and his hands drop free.

Kurt rubs at his wrists for a moment before his nails scratch up Blaine’s back. “Do you want me on my hands and knees?”

“Please,” Blaine growls, resting on his knees while Kurt gets into position. Kurt looks back at him and he quickly pushed back inside. “God, Kurt!”

“Shh, you have to be -fuck- you have to try to be quiet, Blaine,” Kurt reminds him. “My parents may sleep downstairs but at least try.”

Blaine sets up a steady rhythm, reaching over Kurt to grab the headboard for leverage. “God, I love fucking you.”

“Guess it’s a good thing that I enjoy being fucked by you.”

“Very good thing,” Blaine leans back suddenly, hand raising before coming down with a resounding slap.

Kurt jumps, muscles clenching around Blaine’s cock and making him drop his head. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, please, more,” Kurt babbles.

Blaine’s fingers trail over the now heated red skin before his hand comes down again, making Kurt yell again. “You have to be quiet, baby.”

“Fuck me!” Kurt snaps, impaling himself back onto Blaine’s cock. “I want to come. Please let me come.”

“Since you ask so nicely,” chuckles Blaine against Kurt’s back. His hand finds Kurt’s cock, fingers curling around as he strokes with practised movements.

It only takes a couple of pumps from Blaine before Kurt’s coming onto the sheets and Blaine can feel Kurt’s ass muscles tighten around him. With one swift motion he pushes Kurt flat onto the mattress. He fucks into him again and again, ruthless as he thrusts. “Fuck! Kurt!”

Blaine gasps as his hips stutter, his whole body shaking as he comes inside Kurt. He’s suddenly over sensitive and it stings slightly but it makes the orgasm that much better.

Blaine slides out and falls onto the bed beside Kurt, arm wrapping securely around his waist. “I love you.”

Kurt turns his head, a smile on his face. “I love you too.”

They lay in silence, both sweaty and sated as their breathing regulates.

“Thank god,” Blaine says loudly, looking down at his now soft cock. “That was the most intense sex I think we’ve ever had.”

Kurt mumbles his agreement into the pillows and Blaine taps his back. “We should get cleaned up.”

“I’m not falling for that again.”

Blaine laughs. “No more sex. I meant we’re filthy and we should probably change the sheets. I love you, but I’m not sleeping in your come.”

Kurt shifts as if he’s getting into a more comfortable position. “Later.”

“Fine,” Blaine relents, nuzzling into the back of Kurt’s neck. They’ll clean up later.