GLEE ANONYMOUS KINK MEME! - PART 5
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Blaine had stifled a laugh because, well, duh. Kurt was better. But he’d bitten back his chuckle and been patient and encouraging, and when Kurt had finally worked up the confidence to say I've got a pussy, cringing like he expected Blaine's laugh to break through, hunched inwards like he was readying himself for a physical assault - Blaine had gotten hard.
Not because of Kurt's fear, because that wasn't sexy, wasn't okay and wasn't going to stay - no. He'd gotten hard because Kurt had a fucking cunt. A dick too, he knew, because he'd felt it; pressed up against his hip when they rutted on the couch like dogs in heat.
It took Kurt three months to work up the courage (courage, Kurt, courage) but only an hour for Blaine to reduce Kurt to this.
This beautiful wreck.
Blaine has never been happier to come from money than tonight. Because making out in the back seat of Kurt's SUV or the twin beds in their dorm rooms is nothing compared to having Kurt spread out on a king-sized bed, his lithe body writhing on Egyptian cotton sheets. Navy is Kurt's best color. Blaine had bought these sheets weeks ago thinking of this.
"Keep your hands above your head," he orders, shivering at the danger in his own voice. Kurt just nods and obeys. He crosses his arms at the wrist above his head.
So much skin. Pale, flushed, sweaty. His.
He straddles Kurt's body - their boxers are still on but Kurt's are soaked, soaked with more than just precum, his cunt must be dripping already - and traces lines with his fingernails down Kurt's arms. His vulnerable forearms, the curve of his elbows, his tense biceps, the damp hair in his ticklish armpits, the shallow promise of the dip in his collarbones. Draws lines like a roadmap to Kurt's nipples. Pebbled and pink.
"Pretty," he breathes, before he pinches Kurt's nipples in his fingers and rides Kurt's hips when his boy writhes underneath him.
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"We've got a whole mansion to ourselves," he says. "We're not in the dorms anymore. No one's going to hear you, babe." Kurt nods, but there's a white line of tension around his lips when he closes his mouth.
"Are your nipples different the same way your cunt's different?" Blaine presses his fingernails into Kurt's nipples until a whimper breaks through the vise of his control. Then he bends down and takes Kurt's right nipple in his mouth. Licks it, soothes it, caresses it. Teases it. "Because most guy's nipples aren't this sensitive," he breathes against Kurt's chest, watching Kurt's nipple harden, the skin around it breaking into goosebumps.
Honestly, he has no idea how sensitive men's nipples are supposed to be. He just knows that his aren't, really, and whenever he talks to Kurt about his tits or his cunt his cheeks flare up in a violent blush and his cock jumps.
"I like it," he says, because he does, and because the line between consensual humiliation and being cruel isn't a thin one when it comes to Kurt, isn't one he wants to cross. "I like that I can do this to you," he says, as he rubs Kurt's other nipple with the pad of his thumb, hard, crushing it into his pec. Kurt's gasp is loud and immediate. His hips hitch upwards until he's rubbing his cock against Blaine's thighs.
When he finally stops playing with Kurt's nipples they're a dark, bruise red, surrounded by bite marks and hickeys that stand out like landmarks on Kurt's pale skin. He's had a kink for leaving his mark on Kurt since the first time he accidentally left a hickey right in the curve of Kurt's jaw, underneath his chin, fading into his neck. His boyfriend has such sensitive skin. Everyone at Dalton had known what they’d been up to by lunchtime the next day.
"Keep your arms up," he chides, because at some point Kurt's hands had migrated down to Blaine's shoulders.
Kurt brushes his bangs off of his forehead as he obeys. His hair's a mess. Tangled, sweaty, mussed. He already looks like he just got fucked and Blaine's only just gotten started.
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"I'll tell you to stop," Kurt says with an eyeroll.
Blaine looks up at his boyfriend, over the taut expanse of his stomach and the canvas he's made of Kurt's chest, looks at the tense smile wavering on Kurt's mouth and the determination in his eyes. “Okay.”
He takes Kurt's boxers off slowly. Tries to keep his eyes on Kurt's to maintain contact, to watch for any hint of hesitation - but when he eases the waistband over Kurt's erect cock all he can think about is how fucking pretty it is. Kurt's cock is flushed a dark pink. It’s smoother than Blaine's, hardly any hair around the base. He runs a finger over the prominent vein on the underside of Kurt's shaft, traces the curve of the head, and collects some of the precum building at the slit.
Kurt lets out a broken whimper when Blaine brings his fingers to his own mouth. Kurt tastes salty. He sucks his fingers clean and then returns to stripping Kurt. He pulls Kurt's boxers over his tight ballsack, the dip of his hipbones, the swell of his thighs. Kurt lifts his legs up to help get it over his feet but he's careful to keep his thighs together.
He's still hiding.
Blaine strips himself quickly, because Kurt's already seen Blaine naked, and moves on top of Kurt until their bodies are pressed together.
Kurt kisses Blaine like he's starving for it. When Blaine aligns their hips together Kurt's high-pitched squeak builds into a gasp, a moan, builds into Blaine's name and then please -
Blaine presses one last kiss to Kurt's swollen lips and then sits up enough to give himself a little bit of space between their hips. Just enough for him to work a hand between them. Not enough for Kurt to feel like Blaine's staring, because he doesn't know how to make Kurt feel sexy instead of just exposed, and he's - he knows he's being greedy, impatient, maybe unfair, but - but he wants to feel it.
He strokes Kurt's cock, once, before taking a deep breath and reaching further down. Past the smooth skin of Kurt's balls, the small stretch of skin behind them, to -
Oh, fuck.
Yes.
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He doesn’t pull Blaine’s hand away, though. Just holds him there. After a moment he rubs gently against Kurt’s vagina. He can see the muscles tighten underneath his hand. Can feel more liquid dribble past his finger.
“Do you want me to stop?”
"No," Kurt says, and his voice is so high and breathy that he really does sound like a girl. A shy, virginal girl.
"Okay. Can I - " Kurt nods before Blaine even finishes talking so he just licks his lips, puts his hands on the inside of Kurt's thighs to spread him open, and brings his mouth to Kurt's cunt.
Kurt screams. His hands are immediately in Blaine's hair and his legs clamp down around Blaine's shoulders so tightly it actually hurts. Kurt screams and Blaine licks Kurt's clit. Flicks it with his tongue because it's so small, so pretty, he just wants to play with it. Kurt's voice goes up in a sharp gasp and when Blaine does it again Kurt just says oh over and over again, oh, oh, oh, Blaine...
He licks circles around Kurt's clit and then rubs it with the flat of his tongue. He starts off gently but works his way up, thanking his years of voice training because he can eat Kurt out for hours. Is planning on it, because the sounds that Kurt is making are...delectable. Obscene. High and surprised and just for Blaine.
When Kurt's legs have finally relaxed again and his hands have loosened in Blaine's hair, he grins, chin slick with Kurt's juices, and sucks on Kurt's clit. He figures it's like a tiny little cock, except maybe a bit more sensitive, so he presses his lips close around it and sucks -
He's made Kurt come before. Grinding against each other, their pants still on. He's even given Kurt handjobs through his pants, made him mess his designer clothes (taking perhaps a bit too much pride in that, if he’s being honest).
He's never made Kurt come like this.
It lasts for what seems like hours. Kurt just shakes, and all Blaine has to do is hang on, and keep sucking, holding onto Kurt's hips to keep him from breaking away. He takes a deep breath and licks a stripe up Kurt's cunt before going back to his clit and at first he doesn't know what happened. His neck is wet. His chest is wet. Kurt's crying and Blaine's lips are starting to hurt and when he pulls back for a deeper breath Kurt's hips hitch for a second and - and clear liquid just gushes out of him in violent spurts.
He wants to taste it. Has to taste it. He works just the tip of his tongue into Kurt's vagina and moans when his face gets soaked in an instant. Kurt's legs are jerking wildly on the bed, his breath is so high and sharp it sounds like he's hyperventilating, and when Blaine just keeps working his cunt he just keeps coming.
When Kurt whimpers, and reaches for his own cock, and only has to give it one stroke before come shoots out of his slit, Blaine rubs his hips against the bed and comes all over his navy Egyptian sheets. He presses his chin against Kurt's clit, maybe a bit too hard, maybe a bit too much when surely he's even more sensitive by now, but it's worth it because Kurt just freezes before a full-body shudder chases its way through him, from his clenched toes to his bitten lips. "Blaine..."
It's the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
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I just creamed my shorts.....what have you done to me Anon?! I don't normally get off just by reading porn!!!
So many kink buttons hit....oh God....
MORE!!!
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I posted the whole thing here. There's about...2,500 new words. :-)
I hope you enjoy! Thanks again!
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I've reposted the whole thing here, with about 2,500 words. It got much longer than anticipated. I really appreciate the feedback, and hope you enjoy the rest of the fic! Thanks!
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Thank you!
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The finished fic (with about 2,500 new words) is on my LJ here.
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