"If you don't know the thing you're dealing, oh I can tell you, darling, that it's sexual healing."
Who: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: It's getting stronger and stronger
Where: Kurt's beach house, Fire Island
When & Time: About a week after arriving on Fire Island
Rating: NSFW, Adults Only, NC-17, etc. etc.
Blaine sat on the side of the massive and oppulent king-sized bed, wiping over his eyes with a tissue as he worked to calm himself down after the crying bout. The talking had started out so well, and they had both agreed that morning was the right time to sit down and start getting some things off their chest. Finding a place to start had been the difficult part, until Kurt took him by completely surprise and kicked the conversation off by asking Blaine what he did with the ring he had at the reunion. It seemed random, but it was as good an opening as any and Blaine quietly confessed that he kept it, and it was in a safe-deposit box in London. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. They wasted away a few hours of patchy conversation, talking about their past and bits and pieces of their relationship as it stood back in school. Kurt was struggling, Blaine knew that. The pain was evident in his eyes, but he worked so hard to push through it. A lot of the memories had become patchy, and Blaine's heart broke seeing Kurt's mind struggle.
Then Blaine made the mistake of bringing up the subject of Sebastian, which was the most agonising part of recent events for him. It was the most confusing thing, and the images of Kurt fucking Sebastian right in front of him still plagued him regularly, even keeping him awake a lot of nights when he really needed to rest as much as he could. The doctors had warned him that if he didn't slow down and try to keep himself free of as much stress as he could, the fits could just keep coming. But to de-stress, he had to get through some of this reconnecting with Kurt, or it was just all going to be a lost cause. Kurt had recovered enough to this point to be open to getting help and trying to work things out with Blaine, which meant tearing open old wounds and there was no easy way to do that. The lockdown was a good idea, in that it pulled them away from outside influences so they could focus on each other. Before now, things kept happening to set Kurt back four steps for every one little step of progress he made. He instigated this whole thing, and so far, they had just spent a lot of time resting together.
They slept. They slept a lot, and it felt like an abnormal about to Blaine, but they needed it. It was almost like they were going into hibernation together to gain strength to face the inevitable soul-searching they both did want, but were scared to face. Today was the first day they were both ready to try, so they took the opportunit. Before, there had been piecemeal conversation, little confessions, but nothing Blaine couldn't have already deduced other pieces of Kurt's puzzle he had put together himself. Today was the first time things got deeper, but as soon as Blaine tried to lay the Sebastian card on the table, Kurt completely freaked. He accused Blaine of trying to push him into sex, and that Sebastian meant nothing, so why did they have to keep going over and over it. The argument escalated so quickly, Blaine didn't have time to backtrack and the next thing he knew, Kurt was so angry and upset, he grabbed a crystal vase from the dresser and smashed it against the wall before locking himself in the bathroom.
It was scary for Blaine to face, and for the briefest of moments, he worried that Kurt was high again. But as he looked closely, he could see Kurt wasn't drugged. He was just caught in trap of his emotions that seized him so quickly, he couldn't fight it. Blaine had rubbed salt into one of the biggest wounds too soon, and he regretted it. He rushed for his own gain because he thought if they could just visit the Sebastian subject and close the book on it, it would be one of the biggest hurdles stumbled over together. Blaine had already broken down by the time Kurt smashed the vase and left the room. The helpless tears just broke and he had no hope in hell of stopping them. He sobbed to Kurt that he was just trying to find the right way here, and they had talked about it on New Year, he thought it was a topic they could talk about. It just fuelled Kurt more.
Blaine planned on waiting a couple more minutes and then going to check on Kurt in the bathroom. Hell, maybe they weren't ready yet. Maybe they just needed even more sleep. Blaine's head had a dull ache and he was just digging around in the drawer beside the bed shakily to find some Tylenol. There had been a bottle in there earlier that morning, but it was gone now, and that was when his stomach flipped over in a panic. Had Kurt taken the Tylenol and hidden it in the bathroom? He had just pushed up off the side of the bed, ready to bolt to the bathroom, when Kurt suddenly appeared in the doorway again. His breath left him in a shaky exhalation of relief... at least, until Kurt held out the Tylenol bottle to him in surrender.
"I didn't take any," Kurt promised hoarsely and then looked up at the ceiling for a moment, wetting his lips and blinking back tears. "I-I wanted to, but I didn't. Blaine, my head... i-it's a mess. I knew we had to talk about Sebastian, so I don't know why I lost it. I-I'm sorry. It's just... just... sex," he finally got out in a choked whisper. He came over and sat down heavily on the side of the bed once Blaine had a hold of the pill bottle. He was shivering and drew his bathrobe tighter around him to try and shut out the chill.
Blaine's heart was still thumping in his chest from the fright he just got, but he dropped the pills into the drawer so he could sit beside Kurt on the side of the bed. After a moment, he gently took Kurt's hand between his to instigate a physical connection between them and he watched Kurt's face. "Was it talking about Sebastian that freaked you out or was it the thinking I wanted to have sex with you?" he asked softly. "Kurt, if it was the latter, we can talk about it. I'm not here to try to lure you into bed, okay? I'm here because I love you and I so, so want to keep working on us. It doesn't matter how long that takes. I need you to know I'm not trying to force you into anything. I was just confused why you wanted to do that with Sebastian and not me. We've talked about that. If it's sex and nothing to do with Sebastian, we can talk about it. It's just us here, nothing will go beyond me."
There was a quick, trembling breath drawn that Kurt let out sharply. "I... I don't feel." It sounded stupid out loud, but in his own head, it made sense and he needed to try to get it to make sense for Blaine. "What you saw with Sebastian wasn't what I want with you. I-I know that I tried to come to you before I contacted him. That I... tried to force you, and you said no, and you should have. Th-That wasn't me, and I wasn't looking for..." He paused and wet his lips when they felt dry and parched. "I was looking for a physical rush. Sex was something that I used to... increase the high. When you, um... come on something like coke, the adrenaline of that mixes with the drugs and it's an even bigger rush, it numbs more. I was high, and I... it gave me the false confidence to... want you physically again. Without the drugs, all I have is a fear that when we do it, I'm not going to feel anything. Because I don't like sex. It doesn't give me anything but a charged high. And I... you're the only person that has ever been inside me. I'm am so terrified that it's going to feel nothing like I remember it in my heart, and if that happens, I'll lose those memories which are some of the only remaining happy memories I have. Once they go, I won't get them back and the light might go out forever."
As if Blaine's heart wasn't already shattered by now, this just made it ache even more. But it was a breakthrough. A massive, massive breakthrough for Kurt, and even if it was a hell of a lot for Blaine to need to wrap his head around, he was willing to take whatever it was Kurt could offer right now. He cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand and then rested their foreheads together. Tears trickled down his cheeks that he didn't even try to stop. Kurt was hurting, and he was going to hurt with him. That's what this was all about. He softly brushed his lips over Kurt's and the kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you," he whispered and another kiss was offered as his thumb stroked over Kurt's cheek. The touches were gentle and slow, needing Kurt to just feel that there was no pressure here. It took him by surprise when Kurt started to accept the kisses and return them, his tongue slipping out to seek Blaine's and Blaine accepted the invitation to deepen the kiss. It lingered, until he broke it just a little with their lips still faintly connected. "Let me make you feel, Kurt. Please, let me try. Not sex, just... touch, and feel... take that from me, baby. I want you to have it. Will you lie with me?"
Kurt's breathing was a little more deeper than it usually was, and he was using the drawn out inhalations and exhalations to help him focus on Blaine and not let those demons in his head take hold of him too tightly. He watched Blaine's face, listening, and then swallowed to wet his dry throat that came from the panicked panting just a little before. He knew this moment would come. Despite that mess his head got into sometimes, he was managing to maintain more rational periods now he was on an intricate regime of medications and still keeping up with his therapy. All his therapists had agreed, however, that this time away with Blaine apart from the crazy pace of the city would be benefical to try but they were all on-call if he needed them. Maybe this was a good time to hit that speed dial, considering he had just nearly downed the entire bottle of Tylenol in the bathroom, but stopped himself before he even opened the lid. That had to be progress. And now, was it more progress? That he was listening to Blaine and trying to decide if he was ready to move into this next step of fighting the demons that had plagued him for so, so long.
But Blaine really wasn't pushing him at all. Kurt had been feeling like he needed to find the courage inside to have sex with Blaine sooner rather than later so he didn't lose him. Once he heard from Blaine himself that he wished they had that physical connection, Kurt appreciated Blaine sharing that but he felt like he was on a ticking timer that if he didn't fix himsef and try it, he would lose Blaine to someone else who wanted it. But to sit here now and listen to Blaine's words and see the openess and love in his eyes, Kurt knew there was no pressure. Blaine was just trying help him dip his toes into that scary uncharted water and Kurt desperately wanted to be able to try this and to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time to give him some sort of hope... something to keep fighting for. He just gave the smallest of nods, biting down on his lower lip as he shifted back on the bed and sunk down onto his back with his head nestled on the pillows. He was stiff and nervous, his hands lying across his chest. He swallowed once again and then watched Blaine, waiting for him to make some sort of next move. He was nervous and anxious, and he remembered that he didn't even feel like this the first time he ever had sex. That was just such open adoration and love that is was sans any negative emotions.
Blaine shucked off his bathrobe and dropped it on the floor beside the bed so he was just down to his boxers and tank top he had been sleeping in the. The beach house had excellent heating, so they hadn't really needed to rug up, save for the times they sat out on the balcony with a cup of tea. They hadn't ventured out onto the beach yet, but Blaine hoped Kurt might be up for a bit of a walk along it soon. He laid down next to Kurt and cuddled up into side with a smile as he dropped another soft trail of kisses over Kurt's cheek to his lips. He brushed his hand over Kurt's chest to his stomach and his fingers teased a little at the hem of the t-shirt before disappearing underneath so he could caress the sweep of smooth skin just below Kurt's belly button. "Do you want to take our shirts off? It's not cold. We used to love cuddling like that all the time."
Kurt plucked up a tiny burst of courage and nodded again. He sucked in a breath, holding it, and then, "Everything." It was true, they used to cuddle like that all the time and Kurt hadn't forgotten how much he cherished that closeness. Blaine was always a little smaller than him, but he was so warm and cosy with cuddles and once Kurt experienced what it was like to have his bare body pressed up against him, he got addicted to the sensation very quickly to the point that any snuggle or make-out session they had was sans shirts... at the very least.
"What?" Blaine asked with a blink of surprise. "You want... naked?"
Kurt nodded, even if he was nervy about the prospect. "Yes. We can put them back on if it's too quick, right?"
"Of course we can," Blaine reassured him, starting to feel a little nervous himself now. His gaze trailed down over Kurt's body to the exposed strip of skin on his belly and the light chestnut happy trail that disappeared down into Kurt's pyjama pants. Blaine was already getting turned on, and he didn't mean to. The anticipation of the skin-on-skin contact was enough. "Kurt, I... I just feel like I should warn you that it's really, really not going to take much for me to, um, get a hard-on and I don't want to freak you out or anything if it happens. Especially if its naked and there's nothing to hide behind. I don't want you to feel like it's me trying to force anything, it's really just that... that... you still turn me on, babe."
Kurt's eyes dipped down Blaine's body this time, but they were quickly back on his face. "That's okay," he murmured, but there was a faint mix of uncertainty behind the words. Baby steps, it's what he had to do. "Will you help me get undressed? Blaine, I don't... don't know what I'll be able to do with my hands," he whispered nervously when the inesecurities started creeping to the forefront when Blaine helped him sit up to get his clothes off. "What if I can't... can't..."
"I've got hands," Blaine reminded him with a smile. "Well, one is busted, but I can still use my fingers and that's not going to be forever. You're thinking to far ahead, beautiful. Push it back to the side. This is about me helping you feel right now. Don't try and process too much at once. That's when you start flipping out and hitting panic stations. Being intimate, Kurt, it's not just sex. You know that, we figured that one out long ago. You just need to remember it again." He was careful getting Kurt out of his t-shirt, making sure not to catch his hands or wrists in the tight, stretchy fabric. He had seen Kurt without a shirt when he was nursing him just out of hospital, but Kurt never let him see beyond that. And there were those tattoos again that just drove Blaine wild. Seeing his name permanently marked on Kurt's skin did a whole new range of things to him he never really experienced before. But that was something for another day.
"What are you going to do if you get... turned on?" Kurt had to ask. He did. It was important. He knew Blaine wanted to give this... something to him, but it wasn't fair to just let him lie there and it be all one-sided. Kurt was still a guy, he knew what it was like to have an erection and no outlet for relief. He just wasn't sure how capable of that he was anymore, but Blaine was still perfectly healthy downstairs, even if his head was fucked up. Kurt knew Blaine was still extremely healthy downstairs, he had seen it and felt it. "I'm not going to freak out. We've been sharing a bed and I've felt you when you've been asleep sometimes. Or, um, seen it when you're starfishing across the bed in our boxer-briefs."
Blaine had peeled his thank top off and flicked it somewhere over the bed, and had just helped Kurt lay back down so he could get his pyjama pants off when he paused, fingers curled into the elastic of Kurt's pants. He hadn't thought about that, but it made sense. It wasn't like he had control over his body in his sleep and he and Kurt had been doing a lot of cuddling and spooning while they rested. In fact, Kurt was the instigator a lot of the time, which also told Blaine he was progression. A couple of months ago, he didn't want anyone touching him and would flinch at the smallest of contact. "I don't know whether to laugh or apologise," he admitted with a sheepish smile and then shrugged. "I'll just duck to the bathroom and jerk off. It's no big deal. I'm a prized wanker, you know," he added with a mischievous grin down at Kurt.
Kurt just pressed his lips together, but was unable to stifle the smile. This could have been so awkward and terrifying, but Blaine was making it so much easier to face. He lifted his hips up so Blaine didn't have to struggle to get the pants of him, but then he was suddenly and abruptly aware that he was naked. A prickle of heat crept over his skin and his stomach tightened in apprehension. God, he was naked. He didn't even get naked with anyone he had sex with over the years. Not entirely. He felt his hands start to tremble and he felt exposed and vulnerable, two emotions he had come to absolutely despise. "Blaine..." he said through a tiny gasp of fear.
The shift in Kurt's demeanour was obvious as soon as it occurred. As much as he wanted to sit there and just stare at Kurt's body, that was only going to freak him out more. "Hey, hey... it's okay, babe. Shhh..." He quickly climbed off the bed so he could rid himself off his boxers and get down to nothing so Kurt didn't feel like he was in some sort of more vulnerable position than Blaine. He laid back down next to Kurt and then pulled the covers up over them. "Is that better?" he murmured sympathetically and then started to stroke his hand soothingly over Kurt's stomach beneath the blankets.
Kurt didn't know if it was immediately, but he stayed there and didn't bolt off again. He looked up at the ceiling first and then turned his head to meet Blaine's eyes. He couldn't deny it, those soft caresses felt really nice and so did Blaine lying close to him like this. He chewed on his lower lip, letting his eyes close so he could concentrate on the feelings for a few moments. Before he knew it, a small contented hum escaped him and he reflexively turned his hips a little into Blaine's touches. They were rhythmic and slow, and after a couple of minutes, Kurt found himself wanting to grab Blaine's hand and push it lower... which took him by such surprise, his eyes flew open and locked on Blaine's.
"What is it?" Blaine asked softly, but intently. He leant in to sweep his lips over Kurt's, the tip of his tongue following in a tiny hope of an invitation for further. And did kiss back. He turned his head more and claimed Blaine's lips to deep the kissing, simultaneous to Kurt's hand covering Blaine's and pushing it down lower. Kurt wanted to touched and as much as Blaine wanted to have more stamina here, that one small gesture where he now felt his palm cup over Kurt's dick, Blaine had an erection so eager, he was sure it was faintly painful. He had to suck in a breath to maintain his composure, but he didn't break the kiss or pull back to make a big deal of Kurt's instigation. Instead, he just wrapped his fingers around Kurt's flaccid cock and stroked the pad of his thumb up and down the length of it.
A soft gasp fell from Kurt's lips with a break in the kiss and he wriggled his hips against the mattress beneath Blaine's touch. Just having Blaine's hand there was like information overload and he had to let a few moments pass to analyse how it felt or whether he wanted to continue. And he did, which was a surprise. He didn't have any grip in his hands, but he still out one down over Blaine's to give his mind as much to work with here as he could. He didn't want this to fail. He was scared he would never want to try again if it did, but there was something so familiar to Blaine's touch that was telling him that this was all going to be okay, no matter what the outcome was. Which was exactly the moment when Kurt realised that he was getting aroused and there was a tiny whimper of uncertainty. "Blaine... Blaine, I..." he murmured, needing some reassurance. He turned his head so their foreheads rested together and he arched his back just slightly up to roll his hips into Blaine's hand. "More... please..."
"Do you trust me, Kurt?" Blaine had to ask at this juncture and he waited until Kurt opened his eyes and their gazes locked. He didn't halt in the careful caressing of his fingers over Kurt's growing erection that, really, caused Blaine to want to flip cartwheels of joy just for the fact that Kurt's sexual issues weren't physical and more psychological, but that he could overcome in the right circumstances, even just for a little while. A loving and fond smile flicked at the corners of his lips, and he rubbed his nose against Kurt's. "I've got you, you know. Any time you want to stop, you just say the word and it will be all over. We can get dressed again and cuddle in bed with a cup of tea. Will you trust me just a little longer?"
The nod wasn't even hesitant this time. Kurt nibbled on the corner of his lip and his breath was coming out in shorter puffs that were probably sweeping over Blaine's nose and lips. "I love you," was his response and his tongue traced over his lips to wet them in his nervousness. "I'm not scared... oh fuck it, who am I kidding? I'm terrified, but I trust you... even if I can only trust one person in the whole world, it's you." The last word came out in almost a breathy moan when he felt Blaine increased just a hint of pressure around his dick with his fingers. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hazy and contented enjoyment... probably the last time he and Blaine had made love before they broke up. In fact, he still remembered that exact time... in a five star hotel for Kurt's 19th birthday. Blaine had surprised him with it, and the room had a hot tub, and there were chocolate-dipped strawberries and sensual oils for massage. They stayed there for the whole weekend and made love over and over again. Kurt felt like he was the happiest guy in the whole world that weekend. He felt so loved, and the amazing feelings Blaine gave him. All this was the first time he was letting the memories came back and another whimper of arousal was falling from his parted lips.
Seeing Kurt let down his guard like this and take in what he was feeling was so hot for Blaine. It was just like old times, and when Kurt's eyes fell closed again in a wave of arousal, Blaine licked his lips hungrily, pushing away the urge to just seize Kurt in his arms and made deep and passionate love to him. There was a tiny voice at the back of his hear praying and begging that he didn't have any untimely fits, but for now, he actually felt better than he had in awhile. He shifted on the bed, raising up onto his knees and pulled the covers down away from Kurt's body to pool them at the end of the bed. Moving, he straddled his legs over one of Kurt's and then started to kiss a gently and worshipping trail over Kurt's chest to his stomach, nuzzling at his hip. Kurt's abdomen was rising and falling with his quickened breath, and Blaine knew he could savour for too long or Kurt might start to freak out. Instead, without just a beat of hesitation, he wrapped his lips over the head of Kurt's cock and his tongue swirled around it with a burst of pressure from his lips. Internally, he was bracing himself to be pushed away and for Kurt to run away in terror again. It didn't happen. All Kurt did was breath out Blaine's name and curl his fingers into Blaine's soft, thick curly hair. Old times... just like old times, and it took all of Blaine's concentration not to burst into happy tears.
This definitely was not someone Kurt ever let anybody else come close to with him beyond Blaine. Any guy who tried to get close to go down on him either got a knee in the face or a threat to have the cops called for rape. Kurt could be a cutthroat bitch when he wanted to be, and to those used for sex, he had a reputation for liking it rough so that was usually just a turn-on that led to rough and drug-fueled sex. It wasn't how he liked it at all, it was just how he maintained control. Most of his prospects didn't give a flying fuck how he wanted it, it was just a thrill they got to screw a celebrity. Or be screwed by a celebrity, if they wanted to get technical. As soon as Blaine's mouth was wrapped around him, though, Kurt didn't want to push him away. He draped his leg over Blaine's ankle, and really, he was just awed and stunned he had an erection and it wasn't disappearing. Did that mean he could have an orgasm? If he opened his eyes, though, and looked down, would he discover this was all some dream or hallucination? He was scared to look, his eyes closed so tightly together. But it was another spark of courage that had him opening his eyes halfway and gazing down at Blaine from beneath his eyelashes. Blaine's mouth was wrapped around him and where he had a hold of the base of the shaft, Kurt could feel Blaine's fingertips brushing through his pubic hair... at least, until he started to work Kurt's cock with more intent and his fist followed his lips back up the length and created two conflicting sensation that had Kurt crying out softly. "Blaine, wait! Stop."
Blaine stopped immediately, his promise not lost. His mouth was released from Kurt's erection and his grip loosened so he could look up at Kurt's face, checking what was wrong. But he was met with a heavy-lidded gaze and the backs of Kurt's fingers went to his cheeks. "Talk to me, baby..." he coaxed, licking over his lips. "Tell me what you want. Do you want to stop? Too soon?"
Kurt's head dropped to the side and he looked at the drawer next to the bed. It was still open from the Tylenol, so he put his hand in and scooped some of the pill bottles of Blaine's medication onto the floor and found what he needed. A tube of lubricant. "I don't want this one-sided. It's not just me, it's you too. It was always about both of us... I... that's what I want. Not sex, just... how we used to snuggle sometimes when we didn't want to go all the way." He nudged the tube towards Blaine and then slowly rolled over onto his side so his bare bum was facing in Blaine's direction. "Hurry, please? I don't know if this is going to last," he pleaded breathlessly.
Blaine knew exactly what Kurt meant, and from where he was knelt on the mattress by Kurt's legs, he grabbed up the lube and flicked the cap open. He only had one fully-functional hand but that was all he needed for what Kurt wanted. He clumsily got some of the lube squeezed into his palm and then knelt there, slicking the gel over his cock in an even lather. It was left within easy reach in case he needed more, and then he sunk down behind Kurt, spooning up behind him. He found the perfect position, the one where it felt like he and Kurt connected like two perfect pieces of a puzzle and reached over Kurt's hip to take his cock again in a secure grip. Twisting his wrist, he found a soft and even rhythm Kurt was comfortable with and pressed some tender kisses to the nape of Kurt's neck. He had to smile a little against the smooth skin there when shuffled his hips and bum back into the embrace, and that was when Blaine casually slid his cock in between Kurt's legs just nestled below his ass. No, it wasn't sex, but it was intimacy and it was touch. It was connection, and connection was what they needed. The slow rolling of his hips met the repetition of his fists around Kurt's cock and together, they were soon panting in matched breaths and their bodies entwined closely rocked together. "Baby, I'm already really close... it won't take much... been a long time..." Blaine warned with a tiny squeak at a warning clench low in his belly. Seriously? This quickly? Jeez, this wasn't a detail Puck was going to get, if he could help it. "Love you," was whispered against Kurt's ear followed by a kiss just below it at his throat.
Was Kurt close too? Maybe. Maybe he really was. Holy fuck, if he wasn't, he was as soon as he felt those two little words hoarsely whispered against his ear. He didn't expect it at all, but it was all of a couple of seconds passed after that before a shudder spiked through Kurt and he buried his cheek in against the cosy softness of the pillow as the orgasm washed over him. It was subtle, and nothing more than some trembling through his body with a flood of wet sticky warmth into Blaine's hand accompanied by a breathy murmur of Blaine's name. He was expected something earth-shattering, and he was a little daze to discover that didn't come. He was only just trying to figure out what happened when he heard Blaine give a low, throaty hum from behind him and there was a hot wetness seeping between Kurt's legs. Blaine's fingers had loosened their grip around Kurt's dick and were loosely cupping Kurt's balls. Even something as small as that left Kurt in a hazy awe. Kurt had never liked a pressure on his dick after orgasm. It wigged him out because it was so sensitive. Blaine remembered. Blaine really remembered after all this time... and they had both just come together, and the world didn't come crashing down around them.
"You okay?" Blaine soon panted, his sweaty forehead resting between Kurt's shoulder blades. A couple more chaste kisses were brushed up the map of Kurt's spine before he just melted in against him and nuzzled his back in the post-orgasmic glow. "Have I ever told you your dick is beautiful?"
Kurt's eyes were closed and he was lying still as opposed to Blaine's little movements of affection. He made a noise that was a cross between a hum and grunt. "Hmtired," he responded, staying slumped in the floppy pile he had become from one tiny little orgasm. Shit, that really took it out of him and he was suddenly exhausted. "Maybe once or twice... not recently..." he added sleepily. Falling quiet, he paused to analyse things. Blaine was spooned up behind him even if there were wet spots. He was warm and cuddling, and his voice had become hoarse and a littler deeper than usually like it always did post-coital. Above and beyond anything else, one thing was evident to Kurt... he didn't want this moment to end.
Blaine reached to pluck at the end of the blankets and pulled them up over them. "Your dick is beautiful... you're beautiful," he praised when he tucked his foot in between Kurt's legs to return right back to spooning him beneath the nest of blankets. "Kurt, I just need to know you're okay for now. Humour me, honey?"
"Fuckin' perfect," Kurt managed to mumble out before the content warmth had sleep claiming him and he was out, hugging Blaine's hand to his chest just like old times.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: It's getting stronger and stronger
Where: Kurt's beach house, Fire Island
When & Time: About a week after arriving on Fire Island
Rating: NSFW, Adults Only, NC-17, etc. etc.
Blaine sat on the side of the massive and oppulent king-sized bed, wiping over his eyes with a tissue as he worked to calm himself down after the crying bout. The talking had started out so well, and they had both agreed that morning was the right time to sit down and start getting some things off their chest. Finding a place to start had been the difficult part, until Kurt took him by completely surprise and kicked the conversation off by asking Blaine what he did with the ring he had at the reunion. It seemed random, but it was as good an opening as any and Blaine quietly confessed that he kept it, and it was in a safe-deposit box in London. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. They wasted away a few hours of patchy conversation, talking about their past and bits and pieces of their relationship as it stood back in school. Kurt was struggling, Blaine knew that. The pain was evident in his eyes, but he worked so hard to push through it. A lot of the memories had become patchy, and Blaine's heart broke seeing Kurt's mind struggle.
Then Blaine made the mistake of bringing up the subject of Sebastian, which was the most agonising part of recent events for him. It was the most confusing thing, and the images of Kurt fucking Sebastian right in front of him still plagued him regularly, even keeping him awake a lot of nights when he really needed to rest as much as he could. The doctors had warned him that if he didn't slow down and try to keep himself free of as much stress as he could, the fits could just keep coming. But to de-stress, he had to get through some of this reconnecting with Kurt, or it was just all going to be a lost cause. Kurt had recovered enough to this point to be open to getting help and trying to work things out with Blaine, which meant tearing open old wounds and there was no easy way to do that. The lockdown was a good idea, in that it pulled them away from outside influences so they could focus on each other. Before now, things kept happening to set Kurt back four steps for every one little step of progress he made. He instigated this whole thing, and so far, they had just spent a lot of time resting together.
They slept. They slept a lot, and it felt like an abnormal about to Blaine, but they needed it. It was almost like they were going into hibernation together to gain strength to face the inevitable soul-searching they both did want, but were scared to face. Today was the first day they were both ready to try, so they took the opportunit. Before, there had been piecemeal conversation, little confessions, but nothing Blaine couldn't have already deduced other pieces of Kurt's puzzle he had put together himself. Today was the first time things got deeper, but as soon as Blaine tried to lay the Sebastian card on the table, Kurt completely freaked. He accused Blaine of trying to push him into sex, and that Sebastian meant nothing, so why did they have to keep going over and over it. The argument escalated so quickly, Blaine didn't have time to backtrack and the next thing he knew, Kurt was so angry and upset, he grabbed a crystal vase from the dresser and smashed it against the wall before locking himself in the bathroom.
It was scary for Blaine to face, and for the briefest of moments, he worried that Kurt was high again. But as he looked closely, he could see Kurt wasn't drugged. He was just caught in trap of his emotions that seized him so quickly, he couldn't fight it. Blaine had rubbed salt into one of the biggest wounds too soon, and he regretted it. He rushed for his own gain because he thought if they could just visit the Sebastian subject and close the book on it, it would be one of the biggest hurdles stumbled over together. Blaine had already broken down by the time Kurt smashed the vase and left the room. The helpless tears just broke and he had no hope in hell of stopping them. He sobbed to Kurt that he was just trying to find the right way here, and they had talked about it on New Year, he thought it was a topic they could talk about. It just fuelled Kurt more.
Blaine planned on waiting a couple more minutes and then going to check on Kurt in the bathroom. Hell, maybe they weren't ready yet. Maybe they just needed even more sleep. Blaine's head had a dull ache and he was just digging around in the drawer beside the bed shakily to find some Tylenol. There had been a bottle in there earlier that morning, but it was gone now, and that was when his stomach flipped over in a panic. Had Kurt taken the Tylenol and hidden it in the bathroom? He had just pushed up off the side of the bed, ready to bolt to the bathroom, when Kurt suddenly appeared in the doorway again. His breath left him in a shaky exhalation of relief... at least, until Kurt held out the Tylenol bottle to him in surrender.
"I didn't take any," Kurt promised hoarsely and then looked up at the ceiling for a moment, wetting his lips and blinking back tears. "I-I wanted to, but I didn't. Blaine, my head... i-it's a mess. I knew we had to talk about Sebastian, so I don't know why I lost it. I-I'm sorry. It's just... just... sex," he finally got out in a choked whisper. He came over and sat down heavily on the side of the bed once Blaine had a hold of the pill bottle. He was shivering and drew his bathrobe tighter around him to try and shut out the chill.
Blaine's heart was still thumping in his chest from the fright he just got, but he dropped the pills into the drawer so he could sit beside Kurt on the side of the bed. After a moment, he gently took Kurt's hand between his to instigate a physical connection between them and he watched Kurt's face. "Was it talking about Sebastian that freaked you out or was it the thinking I wanted to have sex with you?" he asked softly. "Kurt, if it was the latter, we can talk about it. I'm not here to try to lure you into bed, okay? I'm here because I love you and I so, so want to keep working on us. It doesn't matter how long that takes. I need you to know I'm not trying to force you into anything. I was just confused why you wanted to do that with Sebastian and not me. We've talked about that. If it's sex and nothing to do with Sebastian, we can talk about it. It's just us here, nothing will go beyond me."
There was a quick, trembling breath drawn that Kurt let out sharply. "I... I don't feel." It sounded stupid out loud, but in his own head, it made sense and he needed to try to get it to make sense for Blaine. "What you saw with Sebastian wasn't what I want with you. I-I know that I tried to come to you before I contacted him. That I... tried to force you, and you said no, and you should have. Th-That wasn't me, and I wasn't looking for..." He paused and wet his lips when they felt dry and parched. "I was looking for a physical rush. Sex was something that I used to... increase the high. When you, um... come on something like coke, the adrenaline of that mixes with the drugs and it's an even bigger rush, it numbs more. I was high, and I... it gave me the false confidence to... want you physically again. Without the drugs, all I have is a fear that when we do it, I'm not going to feel anything. Because I don't like sex. It doesn't give me anything but a charged high. And I... you're the only person that has ever been inside me. I'm am so terrified that it's going to feel nothing like I remember it in my heart, and if that happens, I'll lose those memories which are some of the only remaining happy memories I have. Once they go, I won't get them back and the light might go out forever."
As if Blaine's heart wasn't already shattered by now, this just made it ache even more. But it was a breakthrough. A massive, massive breakthrough for Kurt, and even if it was a hell of a lot for Blaine to need to wrap his head around, he was willing to take whatever it was Kurt could offer right now. He cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand and then rested their foreheads together. Tears trickled down his cheeks that he didn't even try to stop. Kurt was hurting, and he was going to hurt with him. That's what this was all about. He softly brushed his lips over Kurt's and the kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you," he whispered and another kiss was offered as his thumb stroked over Kurt's cheek. The touches were gentle and slow, needing Kurt to just feel that there was no pressure here. It took him by surprise when Kurt started to accept the kisses and return them, his tongue slipping out to seek Blaine's and Blaine accepted the invitation to deepen the kiss. It lingered, until he broke it just a little with their lips still faintly connected. "Let me make you feel, Kurt. Please, let me try. Not sex, just... touch, and feel... take that from me, baby. I want you to have it. Will you lie with me?"
Kurt's breathing was a little more deeper than it usually was, and he was using the drawn out inhalations and exhalations to help him focus on Blaine and not let those demons in his head take hold of him too tightly. He watched Blaine's face, listening, and then swallowed to wet his dry throat that came from the panicked panting just a little before. He knew this moment would come. Despite that mess his head got into sometimes, he was managing to maintain more rational periods now he was on an intricate regime of medications and still keeping up with his therapy. All his therapists had agreed, however, that this time away with Blaine apart from the crazy pace of the city would be benefical to try but they were all on-call if he needed them. Maybe this was a good time to hit that speed dial, considering he had just nearly downed the entire bottle of Tylenol in the bathroom, but stopped himself before he even opened the lid. That had to be progress. And now, was it more progress? That he was listening to Blaine and trying to decide if he was ready to move into this next step of fighting the demons that had plagued him for so, so long.
But Blaine really wasn't pushing him at all. Kurt had been feeling like he needed to find the courage inside to have sex with Blaine sooner rather than later so he didn't lose him. Once he heard from Blaine himself that he wished they had that physical connection, Kurt appreciated Blaine sharing that but he felt like he was on a ticking timer that if he didn't fix himsef and try it, he would lose Blaine to someone else who wanted it. But to sit here now and listen to Blaine's words and see the openess and love in his eyes, Kurt knew there was no pressure. Blaine was just trying help him dip his toes into that scary uncharted water and Kurt desperately wanted to be able to try this and to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time to give him some sort of hope... something to keep fighting for. He just gave the smallest of nods, biting down on his lower lip as he shifted back on the bed and sunk down onto his back with his head nestled on the pillows. He was stiff and nervous, his hands lying across his chest. He swallowed once again and then watched Blaine, waiting for him to make some sort of next move. He was nervous and anxious, and he remembered that he didn't even feel like this the first time he ever had sex. That was just such open adoration and love that is was sans any negative emotions.
Blaine shucked off his bathrobe and dropped it on the floor beside the bed so he was just down to his boxers and tank top he had been sleeping in the. The beach house had excellent heating, so they hadn't really needed to rug up, save for the times they sat out on the balcony with a cup of tea. They hadn't ventured out onto the beach yet, but Blaine hoped Kurt might be up for a bit of a walk along it soon. He laid down next to Kurt and cuddled up into side with a smile as he dropped another soft trail of kisses over Kurt's cheek to his lips. He brushed his hand over Kurt's chest to his stomach and his fingers teased a little at the hem of the t-shirt before disappearing underneath so he could caress the sweep of smooth skin just below Kurt's belly button. "Do you want to take our shirts off? It's not cold. We used to love cuddling like that all the time."
Kurt plucked up a tiny burst of courage and nodded again. He sucked in a breath, holding it, and then, "Everything." It was true, they used to cuddle like that all the time and Kurt hadn't forgotten how much he cherished that closeness. Blaine was always a little smaller than him, but he was so warm and cosy with cuddles and once Kurt experienced what it was like to have his bare body pressed up against him, he got addicted to the sensation very quickly to the point that any snuggle or make-out session they had was sans shirts... at the very least.
"What?" Blaine asked with a blink of surprise. "You want... naked?"
Kurt nodded, even if he was nervy about the prospect. "Yes. We can put them back on if it's too quick, right?"
"Of course we can," Blaine reassured him, starting to feel a little nervous himself now. His gaze trailed down over Kurt's body to the exposed strip of skin on his belly and the light chestnut happy trail that disappeared down into Kurt's pyjama pants. Blaine was already getting turned on, and he didn't mean to. The anticipation of the skin-on-skin contact was enough. "Kurt, I... I just feel like I should warn you that it's really, really not going to take much for me to, um, get a hard-on and I don't want to freak you out or anything if it happens. Especially if its naked and there's nothing to hide behind. I don't want you to feel like it's me trying to force anything, it's really just that... that... you still turn me on, babe."
Kurt's eyes dipped down Blaine's body this time, but they were quickly back on his face. "That's okay," he murmured, but there was a faint mix of uncertainty behind the words. Baby steps, it's what he had to do. "Will you help me get undressed? Blaine, I don't... don't know what I'll be able to do with my hands," he whispered nervously when the inesecurities started creeping to the forefront when Blaine helped him sit up to get his clothes off. "What if I can't... can't..."
"I've got hands," Blaine reminded him with a smile. "Well, one is busted, but I can still use my fingers and that's not going to be forever. You're thinking to far ahead, beautiful. Push it back to the side. This is about me helping you feel right now. Don't try and process too much at once. That's when you start flipping out and hitting panic stations. Being intimate, Kurt, it's not just sex. You know that, we figured that one out long ago. You just need to remember it again." He was careful getting Kurt out of his t-shirt, making sure not to catch his hands or wrists in the tight, stretchy fabric. He had seen Kurt without a shirt when he was nursing him just out of hospital, but Kurt never let him see beyond that. And there were those tattoos again that just drove Blaine wild. Seeing his name permanently marked on Kurt's skin did a whole new range of things to him he never really experienced before. But that was something for another day.
"What are you going to do if you get... turned on?" Kurt had to ask. He did. It was important. He knew Blaine wanted to give this... something to him, but it wasn't fair to just let him lie there and it be all one-sided. Kurt was still a guy, he knew what it was like to have an erection and no outlet for relief. He just wasn't sure how capable of that he was anymore, but Blaine was still perfectly healthy downstairs, even if his head was fucked up. Kurt knew Blaine was still extremely healthy downstairs, he had seen it and felt it. "I'm not going to freak out. We've been sharing a bed and I've felt you when you've been asleep sometimes. Or, um, seen it when you're starfishing across the bed in our boxer-briefs."
Blaine had peeled his thank top off and flicked it somewhere over the bed, and had just helped Kurt lay back down so he could get his pyjama pants off when he paused, fingers curled into the elastic of Kurt's pants. He hadn't thought about that, but it made sense. It wasn't like he had control over his body in his sleep and he and Kurt had been doing a lot of cuddling and spooning while they rested. In fact, Kurt was the instigator a lot of the time, which also told Blaine he was progression. A couple of months ago, he didn't want anyone touching him and would flinch at the smallest of contact. "I don't know whether to laugh or apologise," he admitted with a sheepish smile and then shrugged. "I'll just duck to the bathroom and jerk off. It's no big deal. I'm a prized wanker, you know," he added with a mischievous grin down at Kurt.
Kurt just pressed his lips together, but was unable to stifle the smile. This could have been so awkward and terrifying, but Blaine was making it so much easier to face. He lifted his hips up so Blaine didn't have to struggle to get the pants of him, but then he was suddenly and abruptly aware that he was naked. A prickle of heat crept over his skin and his stomach tightened in apprehension. God, he was naked. He didn't even get naked with anyone he had sex with over the years. Not entirely. He felt his hands start to tremble and he felt exposed and vulnerable, two emotions he had come to absolutely despise. "Blaine..." he said through a tiny gasp of fear.
The shift in Kurt's demeanour was obvious as soon as it occurred. As much as he wanted to sit there and just stare at Kurt's body, that was only going to freak him out more. "Hey, hey... it's okay, babe. Shhh..." He quickly climbed off the bed so he could rid himself off his boxers and get down to nothing so Kurt didn't feel like he was in some sort of more vulnerable position than Blaine. He laid back down next to Kurt and then pulled the covers up over them. "Is that better?" he murmured sympathetically and then started to stroke his hand soothingly over Kurt's stomach beneath the blankets.
Kurt didn't know if it was immediately, but he stayed there and didn't bolt off again. He looked up at the ceiling first and then turned his head to meet Blaine's eyes. He couldn't deny it, those soft caresses felt really nice and so did Blaine lying close to him like this. He chewed on his lower lip, letting his eyes close so he could concentrate on the feelings for a few moments. Before he knew it, a small contented hum escaped him and he reflexively turned his hips a little into Blaine's touches. They were rhythmic and slow, and after a couple of minutes, Kurt found himself wanting to grab Blaine's hand and push it lower... which took him by such surprise, his eyes flew open and locked on Blaine's.
"What is it?" Blaine asked softly, but intently. He leant in to sweep his lips over Kurt's, the tip of his tongue following in a tiny hope of an invitation for further. And did kiss back. He turned his head more and claimed Blaine's lips to deep the kissing, simultaneous to Kurt's hand covering Blaine's and pushing it down lower. Kurt wanted to touched and as much as Blaine wanted to have more stamina here, that one small gesture where he now felt his palm cup over Kurt's dick, Blaine had an erection so eager, he was sure it was faintly painful. He had to suck in a breath to maintain his composure, but he didn't break the kiss or pull back to make a big deal of Kurt's instigation. Instead, he just wrapped his fingers around Kurt's flaccid cock and stroked the pad of his thumb up and down the length of it.
A soft gasp fell from Kurt's lips with a break in the kiss and he wriggled his hips against the mattress beneath Blaine's touch. Just having Blaine's hand there was like information overload and he had to let a few moments pass to analyse how it felt or whether he wanted to continue. And he did, which was a surprise. He didn't have any grip in his hands, but he still out one down over Blaine's to give his mind as much to work with here as he could. He didn't want this to fail. He was scared he would never want to try again if it did, but there was something so familiar to Blaine's touch that was telling him that this was all going to be okay, no matter what the outcome was. Which was exactly the moment when Kurt realised that he was getting aroused and there was a tiny whimper of uncertainty. "Blaine... Blaine, I..." he murmured, needing some reassurance. He turned his head so their foreheads rested together and he arched his back just slightly up to roll his hips into Blaine's hand. "More... please..."
"Do you trust me, Kurt?" Blaine had to ask at this juncture and he waited until Kurt opened his eyes and their gazes locked. He didn't halt in the careful caressing of his fingers over Kurt's growing erection that, really, caused Blaine to want to flip cartwheels of joy just for the fact that Kurt's sexual issues weren't physical and more psychological, but that he could overcome in the right circumstances, even just for a little while. A loving and fond smile flicked at the corners of his lips, and he rubbed his nose against Kurt's. "I've got you, you know. Any time you want to stop, you just say the word and it will be all over. We can get dressed again and cuddle in bed with a cup of tea. Will you trust me just a little longer?"
The nod wasn't even hesitant this time. Kurt nibbled on the corner of his lip and his breath was coming out in shorter puffs that were probably sweeping over Blaine's nose and lips. "I love you," was his response and his tongue traced over his lips to wet them in his nervousness. "I'm not scared... oh fuck it, who am I kidding? I'm terrified, but I trust you... even if I can only trust one person in the whole world, it's you." The last word came out in almost a breathy moan when he felt Blaine increased just a hint of pressure around his dick with his fingers. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hazy and contented enjoyment... probably the last time he and Blaine had made love before they broke up. In fact, he still remembered that exact time... in a five star hotel for Kurt's 19th birthday. Blaine had surprised him with it, and the room had a hot tub, and there were chocolate-dipped strawberries and sensual oils for massage. They stayed there for the whole weekend and made love over and over again. Kurt felt like he was the happiest guy in the whole world that weekend. He felt so loved, and the amazing feelings Blaine gave him. All this was the first time he was letting the memories came back and another whimper of arousal was falling from his parted lips.
Seeing Kurt let down his guard like this and take in what he was feeling was so hot for Blaine. It was just like old times, and when Kurt's eyes fell closed again in a wave of arousal, Blaine licked his lips hungrily, pushing away the urge to just seize Kurt in his arms and made deep and passionate love to him. There was a tiny voice at the back of his hear praying and begging that he didn't have any untimely fits, but for now, he actually felt better than he had in awhile. He shifted on the bed, raising up onto his knees and pulled the covers down away from Kurt's body to pool them at the end of the bed. Moving, he straddled his legs over one of Kurt's and then started to kiss a gently and worshipping trail over Kurt's chest to his stomach, nuzzling at his hip. Kurt's abdomen was rising and falling with his quickened breath, and Blaine knew he could savour for too long or Kurt might start to freak out. Instead, without just a beat of hesitation, he wrapped his lips over the head of Kurt's cock and his tongue swirled around it with a burst of pressure from his lips. Internally, he was bracing himself to be pushed away and for Kurt to run away in terror again. It didn't happen. All Kurt did was breath out Blaine's name and curl his fingers into Blaine's soft, thick curly hair. Old times... just like old times, and it took all of Blaine's concentration not to burst into happy tears.
This definitely was not someone Kurt ever let anybody else come close to with him beyond Blaine. Any guy who tried to get close to go down on him either got a knee in the face or a threat to have the cops called for rape. Kurt could be a cutthroat bitch when he wanted to be, and to those used for sex, he had a reputation for liking it rough so that was usually just a turn-on that led to rough and drug-fueled sex. It wasn't how he liked it at all, it was just how he maintained control. Most of his prospects didn't give a flying fuck how he wanted it, it was just a thrill they got to screw a celebrity. Or be screwed by a celebrity, if they wanted to get technical. As soon as Blaine's mouth was wrapped around him, though, Kurt didn't want to push him away. He draped his leg over Blaine's ankle, and really, he was just awed and stunned he had an erection and it wasn't disappearing. Did that mean he could have an orgasm? If he opened his eyes, though, and looked down, would he discover this was all some dream or hallucination? He was scared to look, his eyes closed so tightly together. But it was another spark of courage that had him opening his eyes halfway and gazing down at Blaine from beneath his eyelashes. Blaine's mouth was wrapped around him and where he had a hold of the base of the shaft, Kurt could feel Blaine's fingertips brushing through his pubic hair... at least, until he started to work Kurt's cock with more intent and his fist followed his lips back up the length and created two conflicting sensation that had Kurt crying out softly. "Blaine, wait! Stop."
Blaine stopped immediately, his promise not lost. His mouth was released from Kurt's erection and his grip loosened so he could look up at Kurt's face, checking what was wrong. But he was met with a heavy-lidded gaze and the backs of Kurt's fingers went to his cheeks. "Talk to me, baby..." he coaxed, licking over his lips. "Tell me what you want. Do you want to stop? Too soon?"
Kurt's head dropped to the side and he looked at the drawer next to the bed. It was still open from the Tylenol, so he put his hand in and scooped some of the pill bottles of Blaine's medication onto the floor and found what he needed. A tube of lubricant. "I don't want this one-sided. It's not just me, it's you too. It was always about both of us... I... that's what I want. Not sex, just... how we used to snuggle sometimes when we didn't want to go all the way." He nudged the tube towards Blaine and then slowly rolled over onto his side so his bare bum was facing in Blaine's direction. "Hurry, please? I don't know if this is going to last," he pleaded breathlessly.
Blaine knew exactly what Kurt meant, and from where he was knelt on the mattress by Kurt's legs, he grabbed up the lube and flicked the cap open. He only had one fully-functional hand but that was all he needed for what Kurt wanted. He clumsily got some of the lube squeezed into his palm and then knelt there, slicking the gel over his cock in an even lather. It was left within easy reach in case he needed more, and then he sunk down behind Kurt, spooning up behind him. He found the perfect position, the one where it felt like he and Kurt connected like two perfect pieces of a puzzle and reached over Kurt's hip to take his cock again in a secure grip. Twisting his wrist, he found a soft and even rhythm Kurt was comfortable with and pressed some tender kisses to the nape of Kurt's neck. He had to smile a little against the smooth skin there when shuffled his hips and bum back into the embrace, and that was when Blaine casually slid his cock in between Kurt's legs just nestled below his ass. No, it wasn't sex, but it was intimacy and it was touch. It was connection, and connection was what they needed. The slow rolling of his hips met the repetition of his fists around Kurt's cock and together, they were soon panting in matched breaths and their bodies entwined closely rocked together. "Baby, I'm already really close... it won't take much... been a long time..." Blaine warned with a tiny squeak at a warning clench low in his belly. Seriously? This quickly? Jeez, this wasn't a detail Puck was going to get, if he could help it. "Love you," was whispered against Kurt's ear followed by a kiss just below it at his throat.
Was Kurt close too? Maybe. Maybe he really was. Holy fuck, if he wasn't, he was as soon as he felt those two little words hoarsely whispered against his ear. He didn't expect it at all, but it was all of a couple of seconds passed after that before a shudder spiked through Kurt and he buried his cheek in against the cosy softness of the pillow as the orgasm washed over him. It was subtle, and nothing more than some trembling through his body with a flood of wet sticky warmth into Blaine's hand accompanied by a breathy murmur of Blaine's name. He was expected something earth-shattering, and he was a little daze to discover that didn't come. He was only just trying to figure out what happened when he heard Blaine give a low, throaty hum from behind him and there was a hot wetness seeping between Kurt's legs. Blaine's fingers had loosened their grip around Kurt's dick and were loosely cupping Kurt's balls. Even something as small as that left Kurt in a hazy awe. Kurt had never liked a pressure on his dick after orgasm. It wigged him out because it was so sensitive. Blaine remembered. Blaine really remembered after all this time... and they had both just come together, and the world didn't come crashing down around them.
"You okay?" Blaine soon panted, his sweaty forehead resting between Kurt's shoulder blades. A couple more chaste kisses were brushed up the map of Kurt's spine before he just melted in against him and nuzzled his back in the post-orgasmic glow. "Have I ever told you your dick is beautiful?"
Kurt's eyes were closed and he was lying still as opposed to Blaine's little movements of affection. He made a noise that was a cross between a hum and grunt. "Hmtired," he responded, staying slumped in the floppy pile he had become from one tiny little orgasm. Shit, that really took it out of him and he was suddenly exhausted. "Maybe once or twice... not recently..." he added sleepily. Falling quiet, he paused to analyse things. Blaine was spooned up behind him even if there were wet spots. He was warm and cuddling, and his voice had become hoarse and a littler deeper than usually like it always did post-coital. Above and beyond anything else, one thing was evident to Kurt... he didn't want this moment to end.
Blaine reached to pluck at the end of the blankets and pulled them up over them. "Your dick is beautiful... you're beautiful," he praised when he tucked his foot in between Kurt's legs to return right back to spooning him beneath the nest of blankets. "Kurt, I just need to know you're okay for now. Humour me, honey?"
"Fuckin' perfect," Kurt managed to mumble out before the content warmth had sleep claiming him and he was out, hugging Blaine's hand to his chest just like old times.
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