They had spent the morning lounging and enjoying conversation while wound together on the couch, basking the warmth of the fire and the thrill of finally being together. Kurt was lying back, his head resting on the pillow-top arm of the couch, lazy in his pajama pants, bare-chested and tousle-haired, his smile never leaving his face. Blaine laid half covering him on the ultra-wide couch, leg twined in Kurt's, stomach to stomach, his arms crossed over Kurt's chest, chin on his forearms.
 
Blaine lay staring at Kurt, watching him from under his eyelashes, saying nothing.
 
“What is it?” Kurt asked, smiling softly as he reached up to tangle his fingers in Blaine's wild curls.
 
Blaine reddened and sighed as he lowered his head, hiding his face in Kurt's stomach.
 
Kurt squirmed as Blaine's breath licked at his skin, tickling his flesh, and he gently pulled Blaine's hair, prompting a groan.
 
“Hey you, don't hide from me,” he admonished softly, tugging Blaine up, forcing him to meet his eyes. “We're in this together, remember...new for me; new for you. What are you thinking behind those gorgeous eyes?”
 
Blaine grinned. “Flattery, huh? You are dipping low here, Mr. Hummel.”
 
Kurt smacked his arm, laughing.
 
“Abuse! Shit, what have I gotten myself into here?” Blaine looked around the room, appealing to invisible allies. “Perhaps I was wrong about you, I don't think I can-” Blaine began, feigning horror, before Kurt tugged his hair again, growling low in his throat.
 
“Stop stalling, you, or I'll go to the easy chair and leave you here all by your lonesome. Now talk!”
 
Blaine stilled against him, his heart fluttering and his groin already responding to the thoughts he had been having.
 
“I...” he began, eyebrows arching and voice a whisper, “...I want to talk about last night and what comes next.”
 
Kurt's lips curled into a sly grin. “You are amazing. A. Maze. Ing. Not to put too fine a point on it, but that was the most amazing sex I have ever had...and I'm not just saying that because I want to do it again, okay? Because I so do. But...just...damn...”
 
Blaine ducked his head, smile broad and tongue out slightly between his teeth. He felt the same way and was bursting with love for this man and he wanted, oh god he wanted...
 
“So I was wondering,” Blaine continued, pushing forward with the rest of his thoughts, “How you feel about trying something else today – not that I didn't love what we did last night,” he added swiftly, not wanting Kurt to think that he hadn't been completely satisfied with everything they had done thus far. “I'd like to try...taking you.” Blaine shifted his weight, making his arousal known against Kurt's long legs, and eying him openly, his intent clear.
 
Kurt smirked back at him and replied, “Well, Mr. Anderson. I would love to do that as well. What are you waiting for?”
 
Kurt's playful tone and cocky air pushed Blaine into action. He pulled up, dragging his body against Kurt's, and kissed him, open mouthed and dirty.  Kurt followed in kind, thrusting up against him and gasping into Blaine's mouth.
 
“Blaine,” Kurt tried to say against his lips before having his swallowed again. He pushed gently at Blaine's chest, not wanting to stop but needing to clarify one thing before continuing this. Blaine pulled back, eyes questioning, lips scarlet and hanging open slightly.
 
“May I say exactly what I'm thinking?” inquired Kurt, venturing into new territory. With one-night stands you never knew what the sex would be like – you just had it and if it was good it was good, if it wasn't – well, better luck next time, right? This was the first time in a long time that Kurt wanted to ask for something specific. He had felt so trusted by Blaine the night before that he thought he could show the very same trust right now.
 
Blaine took Kurt's face between his hands gently, searching his eyes. “Of course, Kurt. Everything. Anything. We want to start this right, right?”
 
Kurt nodded and continued, “So I have done this before and I know what I like. I know what I want from you and I don't want to put any pressure on you to do something you don't want to or make this first bad for you. So I thought I might tell you what I pictured in my head when you said you wanted to take me, if that's okay.”
 
Blaine quickly inhaled, his body tensing, cock twitching at the chance to hear Kurt's thoughts. “By all means, please,” he breathed, snuggling down into Kurt's chest, eyes hooded, lashes fanning over his cheeks.
 
“Ugh, when you look like that it makes me want to say 'fuck it' and just kiss you again. You are so difficult,” Kurt said, though both he and Blaine knew he wasn't. Blaine smiled sweetly, giving his best “I'm innocent, really” look as Kurt sighed and went on. “So you said you wanted to 'take me', right?”
 
Blaine nodded and avoided Kurt's eyes. He had never said anything like that to anyone before and he still couldn't quite believe he had said it in the first place.
 
“Well, to me that implies ownership which-” he held up his finger to Blaine when he moved to protest, “-I am completely okay with since as far as I'm concerned I'm all yours. When you said it though, out loud, no apologies, what I thought of was being fucked into the couch by you. Being literally owned by your cock, unable to talk or move, breathe even. This may sound like too much considering this is new for both of us and last night was so - pardon the cliché - beautiful. But when you say you want to “take me” all I can see in my head is allowing myself to drown in you and let you fuck me senseless. Again, I've done this – you won't hurt me if I prepare myself well...put on a show for you even, if you'd like – so I am hoping that you will. Fuck me senseless, that is...and in case you haven't noticed yet, I like to hear and say a lot...so telling me what you're doing and making me talk? That would be fine, too. So if dirty talk was on your list of things you’ve always wanted to do, feel free to practice on me. Starting, oh, now. Blink once for yes, twice for yes...”
 
Blaine laughed, barely holding onto his restraint because Kurt just had the sexiest mouth and he had just been given an open invitation to play out about seventeen things that he had wanted to do anyway. Fuck he wanted Kurt. Every way he could have him; he wanted him.
 
“I saw you blink. Wonderful. Now, stay here for a minute, I'll be right back...”
 
Blaine settled back into the couch as Kurt stood up and disappeared toward the stairs. His skin was tingling with anticipation as his mind flipped through all of the things he wanted to do; to say to Kurt that he knew now were a green light. He wanted to try everything all at once now that he had finally arrived here. Make up for lost time.
 
Kurt reappeared in the doorway, only this time, much to Blaine's excitement, he was naked. Blaine made to stand and Kurt stopped him, motioning for him to sit before reaching him and leaning close to whisper, “I promised you a show, didn't I? Besides...this may...relieve a little tension before we begin.”
 
Blaine shivered and watched Kurt spread the towel he had brought downstairs on Blaine's couch and then situate himself on top of it, spreading himself wide open for Blaine.
 
“Feel free to do whatever you need to do while I get ready for you, Blaine,” purred Kurt with a knowing smile. He was going to drive his boyfriend crazy like this....but he would want to have him even more after Kurt was through.
 
Blaine groaned and freed his dick from its confines, stroking lightly, already hard and leaking precum onto his hand.
 
Kurt poured from lube from the bottle he had brought down. “You're already ready for me, Blaine? Getting ahead of me before we even start? How about you come for me while I do this, so when you're ready to fuck me you can try to make me keep up with you.” Kurt drawled, reaching low between his thighs to spread himself open, dragging slow circles around his entrance, drawing out Blaine's patience.
 
Blaine moaned softly, eyes bright and dark with want; hips thrusting up into his waiting hand, he was going to come fast this time. “Kurt...you are so fucking hot...I'm going to fuck you so hard, jesus...”
 
Kurt took that moment to thrust a finger into himself, quickly becoming acclimated to the pressure, grinding softly onto his own hand. He moaned Blaine's name, stretching the vowels out, letting them play and dance on his tongue.
 
With that Blaine came, shaking, over his cupped hand, the intensity of his orgasm pulling a shout from his throat.
 
“Fuck, Blaine,” muttered Kurt, “Watching you come makes me want it. Want you. Fucking into me...making me beg for you-” He broke off with a whine as he pushed two fingers in, stretching his sensitive walls, scissoring and pushing, trying to reach the place where he knows he comes undone.
 
Blaine shed his pajamas, using them to clean up the mess he had made, and then settled back onto the couch, watching Kurt as he worked himself up, telling himself why he had this gorgeous man on his couch like this. So he could fuck him. Take him. Make him his.
 
His cock stirred and started to harden again at the thought of it.
 
Kurt had made his way to three fingers, panting at the effort of contorting his body to repeatedly impale himself, fucking down and groaning. He was almost ready...his mind flickering images, projecting feelings of what Blaine would feel like inside him. He had always been a switch...ever since the beginning. He enjoyed fucking someone as much as being fucked, although they both had their pros. He had enjoyed being buried inside Blaine the previous evening and he would enjoy being filled just as much today. Fuck, he couldn't wait. Fuuuuuck...
 
“Blaine,” he whined, shaking with need. “I need you to fuck me. I am so ready. SO ready.”
 
Blaine smirked and waited, although every inch of him wanted to pounce on Kurt and fuck him raw. He needed to assert himself here and make Kurt understand that as soon as he acted he was the one with the control.
 
“Oh, I don't know,” he teased, drawing out his words and making Kurt groan, “You seem to be doing quite well for yourself...”
 
“Blaine...Blaine...” Kurt moaned, understanding dawning on his face.
 
“Kurt, Kurt,” he intoned back, slightly, sweetly mocking. “I think you need to ask nicely.” He moved forward, pulling Kurt's fingers swiftly from his now-stretched hole. Kurt keened, frustrated, hips still rutting, wanting.
 
“Fuck Blaine, please? Please. I want you inside me. Fucking PLEASE, Blaine.” Kurt begged, heat flickering up his body. Fuck, he's making me beg. FUCK this is hot.
 
“Maybe,” Blaine murmured, closing the gap between them, leaning over Kurt, lower, lower, until he was hovering just above his face. Kurt's breath little pants, Blaine's tongue slowly licking at Kurt's lips. He whined.
 
“Oh my god, I said ‘please’. Give me your cock, goddammit.” he demanded, attempting to jerk his hips up to Blaine's, needing the friction.
 
Blaine just chuckled, pulling away before growling, “Turn over, I want to fuck you from behind.”
 
Kurt did as he was told, presenting his ass to Blaine and leaning low on his forearms, forehead pressed into the couch, totally exposed. Blaine took in the sight, heart racing, and cock solid and thrumming as he coated it with lube before pressing it lightly against Kurt's asshole, spreading him wide. He pushed lightly, just a tease, barely entering Kurt, and moaned as he withdrew, causing Kurt to shudder.
 
“What the fuck, Blaine,” came Kurt's strangled voice, “Stop teasing me. Please stop.”
 
“You want me to stop now?” asked Blaine, voice low, holding himself in check with aching muscles held taut. “But you just said you needed me. ‘I need you to fuck me.’ Isn't that what you said?” He kept teasing, barely pressing into and out of Kurt, the head of his cock bright red and aching to be buried. But he waited. Waited to hear Kurt's begging, the incoherent noises he was making heading straight to Blaine's balls, spurring him on.
 
“Fuck...Blaine...take me. I am so fucking yours, just...just take me,” Kurt groaned.
 
Blaine relented, pushing into Kurt and groaning himself at the tight heat. Oh my fucking god, he thought, fucking heaven...this is fucking heaven, as he bottomed out in Kurt's ass.
 
“Ohh my godddd,” wailed Kurt, gripping the arm of the couch, “Fuck me, Blaine, FUCK me.”
 
Blaine did as he was told, pulling quickly almost out of Kurt's ass only to slam back home, entering him again and again, savoring the slick drag and grasp on his needy cock. He couldn't get enough of Kurt's ass, quickly setting a pace as he rocked into him gripping his hips.
 
“Kurt...Kurt your ass...your fucking ass Kurt, FUCK!” he exploded, riding harder, faster, pushing Kurt down into the couch cushions, his stomach flat, nipples dragging against the soft fabric. “This ass is fucking mine now. Who gets to fuck you, now?” Blaine didn't even know where the words were coming from but he let them come, trying words out and tasting them as they slid out into the sunlit room.
 
Kurt almost came right then, Blaine's words wrapping around him, securing him to the here and now. He was Blaine's. Blaine's to fuck. Blaine's to kiss and lie with. Blaine's to laugh with and sleep with at night.
 
“Fuck Blaine, I'm yours. My ass is yours – all fucking yours. I love your cock...I love it. Fuck me harder, Blaine...harder...please...” he choked out, voice muffled in the couch cushions.
 
Blaine paused, gripping Kurt's hips almost painfully, willing himself to calm down, body hovering at the edge.
 
“C'mere,” he whispered as Kurt groaned, attempting to rut back on Blaine's cock, trying to fuck himself onto Blaine's shaft. Blaine pulled Kurt up, angling deeply into Kurt as Kurt spread his thighs wider, straddling Blaine's thighs from the back. Blaine placed one hand on Kurt's abdomen, stilling him, and one on his collar bone, close to his neck, pushing it back until his hair and head were resting on Blaine's shoulder. “Now,” he breathed, Kurt shuddering beneath him, cock neglected and jutting out obscenely, “I'm going to fuck you...and you're going to ride me until I fill you up and you come for me. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Now move.” Kurt's eyes widened, his hips jerking up at the command, and he found himself quickly pulled down, impaled on Blaine, his cock buried deeper than before, springing him loose from the inside , his prostate hit full-on.
 
“FUCK, BLAINE,” Kurt moaned loudly, the sound vibrating Blaine's fingers, his thighs straining under the weight of Kurt.
 
Blaine growled into his ear, starting a litany of the dirtiest words, thoughts, and phrases he had ever uttered into Kurt's eardrum, pounding at his ass and holding him close, not slowing for anything in the world.
 
Kurt laid back and took it, his cock aching to be touched, as Blaine set off fireworks in his groin. This wasn't being fucked; this was fucking dying of pleasure. Who the fuck was Blaine and where had he been all his life?
 
“Blaine...Blaine...please...fucking touch me...I need to come Blaine. I neeeed to...” he whined, Blaine's hips pistoning against his ass.
 
“Yes...yes, Kurt...fuck...Kurt...KURT...” Blaine bit into Kurt's neck as he moved his hand swiftly to Kurt's cock and stroked, choking back his moans as he came inside Kurt, filling him. He continued to pound into his ass, Kurt keening Blaine’s name, coming as Blaine lost his strength and let Kurt fuck back onto his cock, words streaming from his mouth.
 
Kurt slowly came down, leaning heavily against Blaine, arms and legs shaking, Blaine's knees quavering beneath him. Both men were panting, pulling in breath at an alarming rate, trying to calm their racing hearts.
 
Blaine's arms tightened around Kurt, holding him, treasuring him, as he slipped his softening cock out of him.
 
They fell back onto the couch, Blaine reaching blindly for his pajama bottoms, wiping at the come on Kurt's stomach and nuzzling into his hair.
 
Kurt spoke first.
 
“Well, fuck. I'm keeping you.” he said, sated smile on his face. “You, sir, are fucking phenomenal...and I'm not just saying that because you are now my boyfriend.”
 
Blaine laughed the sound vibrating through Kurt's body, his limbs languid and drifting.
 
“Oh, good. I was starting to worry that you were getting bored with me...” he started before Kurt nudged him.
 
“I love this couch,” said Kurt, “It needs a shrine.”
 
“That can be arranged...” chuckled Blaine, pulling Kurt close and closing his eyes. “That can be arranged...”