It's not that Kurt makes a habit of browsing porn sites; it's that he makes a habit of browsing through moaninganderson's user account.

It had started not even a week ago. Kurt had been lonely and horny and decided,what the hell.

He didn't even need to go very far on the site, because there, right on the first page, was a still from a video; a nice, plump ass on display, the string from a thong pushed to side, fingers buried deep inside the man's asshole.

Kurt had clicked onto the video with little to no hesitation, and after he'd had one of the most intense orgasms ever, he'd proceeded to watch all of the video's that moaninganderson had.

He dreams about that tiny waist, those breathy moans and the indentions on the man's ass from his various assortments of thongs.

Kurt can't get enough, wantsmore, more, more.

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His acting class has him charged up, his face still flush with projected anger when he walks into the communal showers at NYADA. He usually doesn't make a habit of using them, but Rachel has Brody over and he's too keyed up to go home and deal with them right now.

He's just thankful that he always brings his toiletries with him. A man must always be prepared, he thinks.

The showers are, much to Kurt's relief, practically empty. There's only one other boy in the room, and Kurt pays him no mind as he sets up his shower caddy, attempting to regulate his breathing as he does so.

He strips his clothes quickly, wrapping his towel around his waist before he goes to step into the shower.

But then, just as looks up, he freezes, heart racing, breath catching.

There, just to side of him, is none other than moaninganderson. Kurt knows, he justknows; has spent so much time fucking into his fist over that perfectly tiny waist, that gorgeous ass, fantasizing about pressing into that small body, fucking over and over into that tight little asshole.

Kurt doesn't even realize he's spoken until he hears the echo of his voice.

"It's you. Holyfuck, it's you."

The boy whips around, his eyes wide, and Kurt gasps.

Blaine, it'sBlaine. Blaine Anderson; the quiet, bespectacled boy in Kurt's screenwriting class, the techie always quick to help in rehearsals.

"Um, K-Kurt?" Blaine stutters, his voice low and shaky.

And Kurt sees it now, sees Blaine with his doe eyes, mouth parted and panting as Kurt spread his legs wide and fucks him hard and fast, sees his cock sliding in and out of that tiny pink pucker.

"Do you know," Kurt starts, slow and husky as he walks towards Blaine, shaking with need, "how many times I've come to your videos in the past week?"

In front of him, Blaine gulps, his dick coming alive with every word Kurt speaks.

"God, I've fantasized so many times about pushing aside your tiny little thong and just making youtakeit. I bet you'd like that, huh, Blaine?"

"I-"

"That's what you want isn't it? Want guys thinking about you and wanting you, want them panting after you. Well I'm here Blaine, and I want you, want you so fucking bad, so what do you say to that?"

Kurt stands toe to toe with Blaine now, looking down at the flushed boy with dark eyes. He doesn't know where these words are coming from, knows that under normal circumstances he'd never say any of them, no matter how true they are.

Blaine licks his lips, and very slowly, he raises one wet hand to Kurt's naked chest, lifts himself up to Kurt's level and whispers, his breath warm against Kurt's ear, "Fuck me. Please, Kurt."

And Kurt breaks, his resolve shattering as he backs Blaine up against the tiled wall, hands squeezing Blaine's ass, mouth finding Blaine's.

Blaine whimpers at the swipe of Kurt's tongue against his lower lip, grants him access with a gasp and struggles to regain his footing, clawing at Kurt's back.

Kurt breaks away from their kiss, Blaine whining in protest, and begins to trail kisses down Blaine's neck, his chest, pausing there to suck Blaine's nipples into his mouth until they're hard and swollen. When his back begins to ache from bending over, he slides to his knees, making sure to suck and bite marks onto Blaine's hips before he forces Blaine to turn around.

Blaine goes easily, loves the feeling of Kurt handling his body any way he pleases, and he has to lock his knees to keep from falling over when Kurt smacks his ass, kneading the flesh there to relieve the pain.

"Please, Kurt." He whimpers, toes curling when Kurt takes pity on him, grabbing his ass cheeks with his large hands and spreading them, his hole clenching around nothing, exposed and vulnerable to Kurt.

Kurt wastes no time, tongue circling around Blaine's puckered rim, breathing in the musky scent of the trembling boy above him. He licks over Blaine's hole, up and over the cleft of his ass and takes a moment to suck a bruise right before the slope of Blaine's ass before he moves back down, thrusts his tongue into Blaine as his hand makes sharp contact with Blaine's ass yet again.

And Blaine, Blaine fucking howls at that, his back arching into Kurt as he begs, "Please, please, Kurt, just – fuck me, fuck me,please."

Kurt pulls back, smirks at Blaine's choked off gasp, replaces his tongue with a finger as he says roughly, "So needy, Blaine. I don't think you deserve my cock. How much do you need it, baby, hm?"

"Ah,fuck. Want it so bad, Kurt. Every –uh– every time I fucked myself I – oh, I – I thought of you."

Kurt adds a second finger, presses his mouth along the knobs of Blaine's spine as he stands.

"Did you think of me when you made those videos? Think of me watching you, only me, Blaine?"

"Yes, yes, Kurt, pl-"

"Shh, baby, I've got you."

Blaine turns his head to the side and Kurt captures his lips with his, swallowing Blaine's groan as he slowly guides his cock into Blaine, hands gripping Blaine's narrow waist tightly. Blaine breaks away, pressing his face against the tile, jaw slack as Kurt brings his hips back, groaning at the sight of his long cock in Blaine's needy, tight hole.

"Hard, I want – I want it hard, Kurt."

And how could Kurt resist that plea? He spaces out his feet, squeezing Blaine's waist hard as he pistons his hips as fast as he can, Blaine moaning breathlessly in front of him.

It's all Kurt's dreams come true; Blaine is everything he could have ever wanted and more. When he gets close he wraps an arm around Blaine's chest, pulls him back further into his body, smiling into the skin of Blaine's neck as Blaine goes willingly.

Blaine himself doesn't seem to know what to do; he alternates between lazily stroking his own dick, and fucking himself back onto Kurt's.

Kurt can feel his orgasm coming, balls drawn tight, and he knows Blaine is almost there too, so he pushes down against the middle Blaine's shoulder blades until the boy is bent over, and he swings his hand down hard – three times, not pausing after each smack – and Blaine comes, mouth wide open in a silent scream, clenching down around Kurt's cock.

The sight of Blaine's bright red ass does it for Kurt, and he comes inside Blaine, hips slowing down as he comes down, breathing heavily against Blaine's neck.

Kurt kisses the birthmark there before he pulls out slowly, licking his lips at the sight of his come leaking out of Blaine's fluttering hole. He resists the temptation to lick Blaine clean though, and instead maneuvers Blaine into his arms, kissing the trembling boy's neck tenderly.

"I can't believe my videos on a porn website are what got you tofinallynotice me." Blaine mumbles, his voice laced with amusement.

Kurt laughs, looking down at Blaine and kissing him as he turns them back underneath the water – now turned lukewarm.

If Kurt has his way, he'll be the only one watching those videos – and any Blaine decides to make in the future – from now on.