Kurt didn’t find himself needing to do this often -- Blaine more often then not left him more than satisfied -- but Blaine was working late and their schedules had been so busy, they’d hardly had time for a kiss on the way out the door for more than a week. Kurt needed release, he needed to let go and he needed it soon. Granted, he’d rather Blaine was here to do it himself, but he’d take what he could get, which in this case was a night alone without any obligations to anyone but himself.

Kurt got out of the shower, completed his moisturizing routine, and quickly dimmed the lights of his bedroom. He made his way to the bed, pulled down the comforter and laid down completely naked in his high thread count sheets before he pressed play on the remote to his stereo. Kurt wanted this to be good, he wanted it to last. He had no clue when Blaine would be able to ravish him properly and he wanted to make the most of his free night alone.

He started slow, rubbing his own neck with one hand, kneading the tense muscles of his shoulders. Kurt’s eyes shuddered closed as he felt the knots loosen and his entire body relax. His other hand moved to one of his nipples before he started to lightly squeeze it between his thumb and forefinger. Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine as he began to harden. The thought of where this was leading, along with how long it had been since he’d been properly touched, made his body overly eager.

Unable to take even his own teasing any longer, Kurt moved the hand massaging his neck to his cock and began to stroke it slowly. He continued to tease a nipple as he touched himself languidly, smearing the gathering pre-come around himself as he went. Kurt imagined Blaine doing this to him, Blaine teasing him and touching him just the way he loved to be touched. Kurt groaned quietly, really getting into it, and brought the hand that wasn’t on his cock to his balls, rolling them lightly.

It all felt so good, and Kurt was really, really caught up in this fantasy of Blaine sucking him off while he sat on his desk at work, so he didn’t hear the apartment door open. He also didn’t hear the quiet footsteps headed toward his room over his breathy moans and whimpers, but he couldn’t miss his bedroom door creaking open and light pouring in the room directly onto him.

“Kurt.”

He was caught, but he so didn’t care, he just wanted Blaine to come over and finish him off, and by the looks of it, Blaine wanted the same thing.

“Oh Blaine,” Kurt mewled as he continued to stroke himself. “What are you doing here?”

“I got off of work early. Shit, Kurt. I -- you’re -- so hot.” Blaine moved to the bed, kicking off his shoes before sitting down and shifting to lay next to Kurt, curling into his left side.

“Blaine, please.”

Blaine ran his fingers up Kurt’s calf, continuing to graze his knee, and then smooth his palm up Kurt’s thigh. Just as he neared Kurt’s erection, and Kurt thought he would finally get what he really wanted, Blaine put his mouth on Kurt’s ear and whispered, “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Kurt immediately whimpered, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of disappointment that Blaine wouldn’t be touching him that way or because of the delicious way that Blaine had begun to tease his earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath brushing against Kurt’s neck and cheek.

Kurt continued to stroke himself, twisting his wrist on the way up as Blaine’s voice, suddenly deeper and rougher, filled his ears again. “You’re so gorgeous, Kurt, I don’t even... you just… ugh,” he murmured, before trailing hot, wet kisses down Kurt’s neck to the juncture between Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt’s breaths became shallower as Blaine rubbed the skin of Kurt’s stomach while simultaneously sucking a deep bruise into his neck. When Blaine shifted his body closer, Kurt couldn’t suppress a moan as he realized Blaine was hard and rubbing against his left hip. Blaine continued to leave a trail of kisses everywhere but his lips, eventually making his way down towards Kurt’s nipple. Kurt knew what was coming next and quickly threaded his fingers into Blaine’s hair and arched toward his mouth.

That was all the encouragement Blaine needed to duck down and flick at the small nub with his tongue before latching onto it and sucking it for all it was worth. Kurt’s moans grew louder as Blaine trailed his hand from Kurt’s stomach to his inner thigh, carefully avoiding what they both wanted most, but Kurt was pleasantly surprised with the way Blaine’s nails raked up his sensitive skin there, making his toes curl into the mattress.

Blaine broke away from Kurt’s chest to move back to his ear, practically purring. “Kurt, after all we’ve done, how do you still do this to me just by touching yourself? I was hard the second I walked through that door. You’re so hot, Kurt. I want to see you come, and I want you to do it just thinking about what I would do to you.”

“Ohmygod, Blainnneee,” he managed to whine. Kurt’s original plan had been to make this last, to make tonight long and drawn out and intense. What he hadn’t accounted for was the fact that his amazingly hot boyfriend would be breathing dirty things in his ear and rutting against him.

Kurt felt the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, and all it took was Blaine whispering, deep and breathily into his ear, to push him over the edge.

“What are you waiting for? Come on.”

With those simple words and one final thrust into his palm, Kurt came spilling over his hand, back arching and eyes squeezed shut. Eventually, a final sigh escaped his lips as he fell back to Earth, only to feel Blaine’s hips stuttering next to him. Kurt would have laughed at how little Blaine needed to get off if it hadn’t been for the deep, extremely sexy groans that accompanied Blaine’s orgasm.

Before Kurt’s cock could get any ideas, Blaine’s forehead fell to Kurt’s shoulder. “I just came in my pants,” Blaine groaned. “I haven’t done that since I was seventeen.”

“I just jerked off in front of you, I don’t think I’ve ever done that. Not without you helping, anyway.”

“It was really sexy, by the way,” Blaine said, nuzzling closer to Kurt before his hips squirmed away. “Okay, I really need to get out of these pants.”

Kurt smirked. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”