Too in Love to Let it Go, Chapter 29 cont'd...
It was a while before Blaine came back to himself, realized that there was come sticking the tail of his shirt to his pubic hair, and damn, that was going to be a bitch to get off. He grunted and shifted - Kurt's elbow was poking into his ribs. Kurt let his head roll back, looked up at Blaine with big oceans of eyes, his shirt open and his perfect chest with its perfect downy hair on display, and Blaine was so in love. How could he have ever walked out on this?
"How could I have ever walked out on you?" he murmured aloud, but Kurt grinned and put his forefinger over his mouth.
"Shhhh, we're not talking about that," he said.
"Our floors are hard." Blaine grunted and shifted again.
"Our bed is soft," Kurt said, "and I've kind of wanted to have you in it all night. What say you?"
"I say we go thither."
Kurt burst into giggles. "God, I love you."
Blaine worried his face might break in half with the force of his smile. "I love you, too," he said, tucking his head down and kissing Kurt sweetly on the tip of his nose. Blaine loved Kurt's nose. Blaine loved all parts of Kurt - his hair follicles and his toenails and his -
"Blaine? Bed?"
"Bed!" Blaine sang happily, then groaned as he tried to pull himself upright, grabbing onto the bookcase, only for his hand to slip off again. "Oh. There's lube on here. Or come. Or a combination of the two."
Kurt, apparently very agile from his yoga (and Blaine couldn't wait to test his limits there), hopped up and took a look at the bookcase. "Nothing that won't come off in the morning," he decided, shucking his shoes and pants and briefs, and offered Blaine a hand. "Oh, honey," he said as Blaine got to his feet, tripping over his pants as he went, "your hip."
Blaine craned his neck to see, and sure enough, a purple bruise was already blooming right on the bone. "I guess you'll just have to kiss it better."
"Mmm, that looks like it might take a lot of kisses."
"Well you'd better get to it then, hadn't you?"
They stumbled into the bedroom, unwilling to let go of each other even to get through the door, then into the bathroom to rid themselves of the rest of their offending and sticky clothing. Blaine ran water over the tail of his shirt and carefully peeled it off while Kurt kept giggling behind him. Once they were properly naked, Kurt grabbed his hand, dragged him back into the bedroom, and they collapsed on the bed.
"Hey," Blaine said, popping his head up to look around. "Where's Romeo?"
Kurt grinned darkly. "Rachel's puppy-sitting tonight."
"You think of everything, don't you?"
"Yep," Kurt said, rolling over to open a drawer.
Blaine peered over Kurt's shoulder. "Oh my god, you got the good stuff."
"If by 'good stuff,' you mean silicone-based, then yes, I did."
"And whatever could we do with that?" Blaine asked, grinning.
"Oh, I can think of lots of things. Any requests?"
An idea slowly began to form in Blaine's mind, quickly gaining shape and color and image and oh, that was a nice image; he wanted more of that image. He wanted to see that image in their mirror. "Um, actually …"
"Hmm?"
"I want you to fuck me. So that I can see. And I - I kind of want you to wear the butt-plug. And then I want to fuck you." He paused. "Um … if that's okay. I know it's kind of a big leap, going from nothing to getting out the box, but …"
Kurt's eyes grew big as dinner plates, and it seemed that all he could do was nod, a little erratically.
"Okay, right," Blaine said, a little unsure of what to do now. But Kurt was way ahead of him, diving over the side of the bed, his pretty, pale ass sloping beautifully as he hung halfway upside-down.
"Got it!" he said, pulling himself back up.
Blaine watched, his mouth watering a little as Kurt dug through and found the bright cherry red butt-plug. He took the box from Kurt's hands and set it back on the ground, then grabbed Kurt up in a strong hug, lowering him back down to the bed. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"I don't have words for how much I've missed you, Blaine. Yes, I'm sure," Kurt whispered. "If you told me you wanted to move to the desert right now I might even do that, too. A plug is nothing."
Blaine sank his mouth down over Kurt's neck again, pulling a little whimpery noise from his throat.
"Tell me it's nothing when I get it inside," Blaine murmured, teasing his fingers around the inside of Kurt's thighs, running them gently over his balls. "God, I can't wait to watch you fuck me …"
"Blaine -"
"Shhhh," Blaine whispered, slicking his fingers. He lowered his head to Kurt's chest to lave at a nipple as he spread Kurt's legs apart with his elbow, reaching down and back to find Kurt's hole. Blaine rubbed over it with the tip of a finger and Kurt clenched under his touch, gasping and arching his back. He teased at it like that for several minutes, long enough for Kurt's hands to grasp at the sheets, his arms reaching out to the sides. Finally, when Kurt was on the verge of begging, Blaine slipped his finger inside.
He'd almost forgotten how silky Kurt felt on the inside. Kurt felt so good, and he was just a finger in - he couldn't wait to sink the plug into his hole, to sheath his cock with Kurt's ass.
"Blaine …" Kurt moaned softly, slowly riding his finger.
"Mmm-hmm?"
"I'm so sorry we fought for so long." Kurt gasped as he rolled his hips in one particular direction, and Blaine tried to mimic the angle. "I - it was never you - god, my only good thing was you …"
"Shhh," Blaine whispered, pressing wet, open kisses to Kurt's chest.
"Blaine - oh, god, more please - Blaine, we can't - you're everything -" Kurt babbled as Blaine added the tip of a second finger, letting Kurt get used to the stretch. Unless there was a lot of dildo use that Kurt had kept a secret, it had been a long time since he'd been filled up like he was about to be.
"I know, baby," Blaine murmured into his skin, slowly beginning to move, smiling to himself when Kurt moaned loudly as he sank deeper. "I love you. I love you so much, I swear, I'll never leave you again."
Kurt was clinging to him with both arms now, one around his neck, holding onto his back, and the other his shoulder. "God, Blaine, ohhhh," he breathed as Blaine brushed playfully, torturously over his prostate, then backed up, moving his fingers around for the maximum stretch. "Oh, you feel so good …"
He slid his fingers in and out, slowly, carefully, letting Kurt rock harder down onto them when he wanted - and oh, apparently he did want. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, holding it still as he fucked himself harder, up and down on his fingers.
"You still with me?" Blaine asked.
"Need to feel you, need to feel," Kurt panted, his hips still rocking rhythmically.
"I swear, you'll be so full in a minute. Just be a little patient, baby."
Kurt's eyes slid open. "Add another?"
Blaine nodded, slipping in a third finger slowly, carefully beside the other two. Kurt groaned loudly, his cock twitching back to life, and god Blaine couldn't wait until the tables turned, and he was fucking himself on Kurt's fingers.
"I wish you could see yourself right now," Blaine whispered, gazing in awe at his husband, his legs asunder, cheeks rosy pink, hair unkempt. "I just - it doesn't make sense, how sexy you are. You're defying the laws of nature right now."
Kurt laughed, his chest rapidly rising and falling. "I don't know about that - but I feel kind of sexy."
Blaine bit back his own groan at Kurt's words. "You should," he growled into Kurt's ear, easing all three fingers back and forth in Kurt's ass, "because I could eat you with a fucking spoon …"
Kurt sighed and arched his back again, like a cat stretching to be petted, and Blaine's fingers sank deeper. "Mmm, put it in," Kurt said, swiveling his hips. "Wanna fuck you."
"God, yes," Blaine said, quickly finding the plug and carefully withdrawing his fingers, kissing Kurt through the gasp he let out when he was empty again, clenching around nothing. "Here baby, we're almost there …" He squirted more lube on the toy, made sure Kurt was still nice and wet, and lined the round, blunt tip up with Kurt's hole. It slipped in effortlessly until the widest part, and as Blaine eased it inside Kurt moaned even louder than before.
"Fuck," he gasped, "it's right - god, it's sitting on -"
"Do you need to take it out?" Blaine asked.
"No, but - ohhhh, fuck - I just - shit - I have to get used to it. I, um. It's a good thing we got off once already."
Blaine grinned. "Brilliant plan on our parts."
"Yes, multiple orgasms. Definitely brilliant," Kurt replied, wiggling his ass a little. "Um, can you -"
"Oh! Right. My turn," Blaine said, dropping to his back to switch places with Kurt when he found himself caught in a kiss he felt in the marrow of his bones. Kurt was licking into him, not just with his tongue, but it felt like with his soul as well, like he was trying to reach in and touch the deepest parts of him, pull them to the surface. "Oh, Kurt," he sighed when Kurt pulled back, a dreamy look in his eyes.
Kurt kept kissing him as his fingers slipped inside of Blaine, stretching out what had been closed tight for so long, and it was as if Kurt moving in him unhinged something that had been clamped shut. Blaine clung to the sheets, trying to hold himself together. There were shocks of pleasure firing all over him and his toes were curling at the air, his calves threatening to cramp up as Kurt's fingers twisted inside him.
"Stay with me," Kurt said, his breath ragged. Blaine knew that every time he moved, the plug was rubbing up against his prostate. A drop of precome had already leaked out onto Blaine's stomach, had been swiped up by Blaine's finger and licked off with a loud moan.
"I'm here, baby," Blaine murmured, rolling his hips up and down Kurt's fingers. "But - I want - god, I want you buried -"
It didn't take much convincing, just those few little words and Kurt's fingers were pulling out. Blaine rolled over onto his hands and knees, positioned so that when they looked sideways, they could see themselves in the mirror on their dresser, red-faced and wanton. He spread his knees wide, and felt the silky, blunt head of Kurt's cock pressing at his entrance. They both groaned as the head easily slipped inside, as Kurt kept pushing with just enough pressure until he bottomed out, his balls grazing Blaine's ass.
"Oh, my fuck," Kurt jabbered, rocking his hips in a wide circle. "Oh my - Blaine, you feel, oh god -"
As Kurt thrust into him, it was like something inside Blaine began to mend. He hadn't felt that whole in a very long time. He cried out when Kurt thrust forward then pulled immediately back, his hips snapping back toward the plug, trying to find the angle again, and oh, this was a good idea. And then he remembered that he could look.
Kurt's face was twisted in pleasure, his hips rocking shallowly in and out, toward Blaine's prostate and then toward the plug. Blaine could just make out the red outline buried in Kurt's ass and oh he was a genius. This, Kurt falling apart inside him, was one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.
"It's like I didn't even come before!" Kurt said, panting as he started thrusting harder, his balls now swinging, smacking against the curve of Blaine's ass. "God, I just - Blaine - you're so fucking tight -"
"Fuck me," Blaine heard himself say, saw himself say in the mirror. It didn't even look like him, his head thrown back and his mouth ajar. "Kurt, fuck me, hard, I need to feel it tomorrow -"
He needed to know that this was real, that it had happened, that it wasn't just some fantasy he'd dreamed up. He wanted to feel Kurt's cock in his ass for a week, wanted to see their reflections from the mirror, wanted to be able to conjure their faces. And quite the faces they were making, both of them. He was slack-jawed, his lips parted in pleasure, and Kurt's eyes were squeezed shut, his whole face drawn up tight with the tension.
"Look in the mirror, baby," Blaine instructed, wanting Kurt to be privy to it as well. "Watch what you're doing to me …"
Kurt's eyes opened in the mirror. "Shit, we look like pornstars."
"So fuck me like one."
Blaine half expected a snarky comment, but instead he felt Kurt's legs start to shake as he began to slam into Blaine, deep and hard, inciting grunts and groans and growls and god he felt like Kurt was taking him apart from the inside out.
"Fuck, Blaine -"
"Just like that," Blaine moaned, "like that, that's perfect, right there -"
"Blaine, god, I'm so close already … This fucking butt-pluuuuuuu -" Kurt cut himself off, his hips wheeling in directions that Blaine didn't even know they could go, and yeah, Kurt would probably be feeling it tomorrow too.
"You can come if you need to, Kurt," Blaine said, watching his own cock get wet at the tip as Kurt's face contorted, fucking into him fast and hard. "You can come - god, please come, fill me up with you, oh god -"
"Blaine," Kurt gasped, his cock snapping so deep that Blaine jolted. "Fuck, fuck fuu-huh-huh-huuuuuck," he chanted with each final thrust, pulsing inside of Blaine and falling forward onto Blaine's back, thrusting shallowly. Blaine wished as he watched Kurt in the mirror that he'd set up some sort of video camera.
"Oh my god," Kurt gasped, still draped over Blaine's back. "Oh my god … the plug, can you get it out?"
"Of course," Blaine said, gasping a little as Kurt pulled out of him, spilling lube and come all over their sheets. "Turn over." Kurt did, breathing hard, and Blaine eased the toy out of Kurt's ass as gently as he could manage.
"Thanks," Kurt breathed, flopping onto the bed on his stomach. "It was just - a little over-stimulating -"
"Hey." Blaine scooted up in the bed, running his fingers through Kurt's hair while he tried to ignore his own leaking cock. "If you're too sensitive for me to -"
"No, no, I want you to," Kurt said, smiling a little shyly, and god it was the cutest thing Blaine had ever seen. "I just - the plug was right on my prostate, and -"
"Okay," Blaine said, grabbing the bottle of lube. "I'll try to start slow."
Kurt craned his neck to look back at Blaine. "You really don't have to."
Blaine blinked at him. "Um. Okay." He slicked up his cock, taking deep breaths and desperately trying not to come from his own hand, then looked down to see Kurt reaching back, pulling himself apart for Blaine. "Jesus, Kurt …"
"I love you," Kurt said with an easy grin, his head turned to the side on his pillow so he could see better.
"Love you, too," Blaine said, groaning loudly as he finally pressed into Kurt's hole, still open and ready for him. "Oh, Kurt, god -" His hips took on a mind of their own, cranking up the speed almost instantaneously, and he was glad that Kurt had gotten fully stretched out before he started. Blaine felt like he was going to explode, like his cock was holding all the feelings in his body, and while it wasn't like he was poorly endowed, it just wasn't big enough for all of them, and oh god Kurt felt like heaven inside, and - "I'm never leaving you," Blaine said, his brain whirring even faster than his hips, "never, ever, ever again, how I could've done that, fuck, oh Kurt, oh god I'm so cloooose …"
"Come, honey." Kurt's voice was soft, sleepy underneath him, but Blaine managed to wrench his eyes open long enough to see that Kurt's face looked happy and serene. "Come for me - you made me come so hard - it's your turn, come on …"
"Kurt, love you, love you, lo-uh-uh-uh-uh -" His brain turned off and his body took over, grunts coming from his throat as he plunged in-in-into Kurt's perfect ass. He was right on the edge. Everything felt white-hot, every nerve buzzed with want and need and oh god, he was going to die before he came. He realized he was moaning, loudly. Kurt was saying something that he couldn't quite register - all he could feel or focus on was relieving the ohgodneedtocomenow sensation that his cock, his entire body was screaming with.
He grasped at the headboard, threaded his other arm under Kurt's pelvis, Kurt's cock mostly soft against his belly, and drove in twice, deep and hard. And finally relief - he was coming again, his body vibrating as he shot inside of Kurt, making everything wetter, slipperier. Someone was shouting and he realized after a moment that it was him, and that Kurt was making the most perfectly pleased noises underneath him. The aftershocks were still shaking him as he slowly eased out and his whole body shuddered and oh god when did he get so tired?
"Oh my god," he said, flopping his body down next to Kurt's. "Oh my god, Kurt, oh my god." He turned on his side, brushing Kurt's hair out of his eyes where it had flopped down on his forehead. "Was that - was that okay?" he panted. "I didn't hurt you, there at the end?"
"Oh, honey, no," Kurt said thickly, and Blaine pulled him forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace, jizz and lube be damned.
"I missed you so much." Kurt's voice was watery, threatening tears, and Blaine would not make him cry anymore, would never make him cry again, so he kissed and kissed and kissed him, kissed his eyes and his nose and his ears and his chest.
"I missed you too. Never again," Blaine promised. "Never, ever, ever again, I love you so much. Never again."
"Do you swear it?" Kurt asked, suddenly fierce.
"I swear," Blaine promised solemnly, then kissed him back into sleepy bliss, lips everywhere, whispering his love into Kurt's skin. "I love you. I'm trying, and I love you, and - I love you, Kurt."
"I love you, too."
"I missed our bed."
Kurt smiled sadly. "I missed you in our bed."
"I'm in it now," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt closer to him, tucking Kurt's head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry, I love you - I swear, I swear I'll never leave you again, I'll take the rest of my life to make you believe it if I need to …"
Kurt kissed him gently. "I don't think it'll take quite that long."
He squeezed around Kurt's waist, shifting so they were comfortable but still tangled together. Kurt had drifted off, was making tiny little snoring sounds, and Blaine was headed that way when he remembered, his stomach sinking a little.
He tried to get out of Kurt's arms without him waking up, but Kurt stirred under him. "Blaine? What's wrong, honey?"
"Shhh, go back to sleep," Blaine whispered, slipping out of the soft sheets.
"No, what is it?" Kurt asked, sitting up. "Are you okay?"
Blaine sighed. "I'm fine. I just - my pill. I have to take it before bed."
"Your - oh," Kurt said, recognition dawning in his eyes.
"Kurt, I'm sorry," Blaine said, feeling guilty for waking Kurt, angry that a stupid pill was standing in the way of his sleep and cuddle time with Kurt.
"Don't be sorry. It's fine. You take your pill, we'll clean up, then back to cuddles. Simple, right?"
Blaine smiled wanly. "Right," he said, his bare feet smacking the floor as he walked back into the dining room to find his pants.
Chapter 30