Kurt’s entire body tensed as he felt Blaine’s fingers ghost along his naked, pale skin. It was too much sensation and not enough, the fingers burning lines across his torso as Blaine felt out his every rib, fingers dipping into his belly button and pulling teasingly at the boxers that were taut over the hardness beneath.

A whisper. Barely audible. “Blaine…”

Blaine’s lips were on his skin, at his neck, and Kurt could feel the smile on the younger boy’s lips as he traced kisses from his collarbone to his ear, a trail of hot air on hot skin.

This was it. Their first time. The house was empty, the two of them were still elated from the success of their school performance, and there was not a trace of tension left between the two of them. There was respect, and love, and longing, and Kurt wanted nothing more than for the moment to last forever; wanted the night to stretch into infinity. Blaine’s body was tangled with his, their breathing heavy and their kisses languid.

With a final nibble at his earlobe, Blaine planted kisses down Kurt’s neck, chest, stomach, all up along his inner thighs - god, that was hot - until he finally hooked a finger underneath Kurt’s boxers and removed them, pulling them slowly down Kurt’s legs until they slipped off past his toes.

“I want you,” Blaine whispered, his brown eyes staring earnestly into Kurt’s. “I want you so bad.”

It was such a far cry from the way he’d spoken the words before; sloppy, drunken, slurred.

No, this was careful, considered. This was Blaine asking for Kurt’s consent, needing to hear it again, just to be sure.

“Take me, Blaine.”

That was all that needed to be said. Kurt suddenly found himself lost in sensation, head spinning at the feeling of Blaine’s lips around him; heat lacing around his cock as Blaine’s mouth worked up and down his length, a single flick of his tongue over the tip with every up-stroke. One of Blaine’s hands wrapped around the base, moving to the same rhythm as his mouth; the other massaged its way down from Kurt’s stomach to his hip, to his thigh, to his ass and back again, staying there; gently steadying Kurt’s hips. Kurt felt himself convulse, his thighs shaking, just a little, beneath Blaine’s body. It was already so much more intense than he’d imagined; the heat from Blaine’s mouth and emanating from his skin made everything so much more real, so much more exciting than when he did anything by himself. His hands were everywhere; in Blaine’s hair, clutching at the bedsheets around him, until finally one hand came down to meet Blaine’s, their fingertips entwining together, and Blaine let out a soft moan, sending vibrations up Kurt’s cock.

“Blaine, I-” he started, his fingers clenching tightly around Blaine’s. “I’m going to-”

The sentence hadn’t left his lips before Kurt came into Blaine’s mouth, his breathing erratic and his head swimming in a kind of pleasure that was indescribable; unimaginable. He was sated, intoxicated, and it took him a few moments to regain any sense of normality. He smiled down at Blaine, who was staring up at him with something akin to adoration.

“That was…” Kurt struggled for words, “…amazing.”

Blaine laughed, sliding up Kurt’s body to meet his face so that they lay side by side, foreheads resting together.

“We have all night.”