Short Fic: Likes Blaine, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17
Apologies for sort-of spamming recently - joining a new ficdom has sent me on such a writing bender!
Title: Likes Blaine
Author: littlemrstom
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content
Word Count: 3000
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot. I especially do not own Glee. Sad times.
Summary: “Much better. I can see your shirt now.”
Kurt glances down at his chest. He’s still in costume, if it can even be called a costume. A custom made t-shirt and jeans, nothing special. He makes a face at Blaine, still confused, and shudders slightly when Blaine begins to trace the shapes of the letters on his shirt with his finger.
“Likes boys,” Blaine murmurs. “Incorrect.”
Author Notes: Written for this post on the glee_kink_meme.
“I saw you today.”
Kurt’s head snaps up from where he’s absently humming to himself, watching the floor as he walks down the steps into his basement bedroom. The voice surprises him and he jumps on the spot, his bag slipping off of his shoulder and hitting the floor with a soft thud.
“Blaine?” he asks, slightly taken aback. A puzzled look crosses his face as he carefully slides his bag under his bed with the side of his foot. “What’re you doing here? How did you get in? I don’t-”
Blaine grins across at Kurt from where he’s laid out, hands crossed lazily behind his head, on Kurt’s bed, propped up by numerous cushions that are probably made of materials he’s never heard the names of before. “Your dad let me in, relax.”
“Oh gosh, what did you have to tell him to get him to do that?”
Blaine just grins wider and dismisses the question, choosing to just stare at Kurt instead, who shuffles nervously in his place under Blaine’s heated watch.
“So, euhm, you said you saw me today?” Kurt says, briskly changing the subject. He bends down to grab his school bag back up again and rifles through his it until he produces his hair comb. “When was this exactly?” he continues to ask, stepping across the room until he’s positioned in front of his grand mirror, looking at his recently mussed hair with a frown. “God, to think I was out in public looking like this.”
There’s a deep rumble of a chuckle from the bed and Kurt turns around, raising a brow that says something along the lines of you’re kidding, right.
“I think it looks good,” Blaine says as a way of explanation.
“Hmm.” Kurt drops his comb, because even if he doesn’t like it, his boyfriend clearly does and that has got to count for something this evening. “Anyway. For a third time, when did you see me today?”
Something rolls across Blaine’s eyes, his pupils dilating and turning blacker than before. “I… might have snuck into your glee club performance this afternoon. Loved the song choice, by the way.”
“You’re spying on me, now?”
“Of course I wasn’t,” Blaine replies smoothly, watching Kurt as he pads over the floor and deposits himself on the edge of his bed. “I was spying on Finn. Having seen him around this place so much since he moved in, I’ve noticed how sexy he is, you know?”
Kurt makes a face. “Liar,” he says, reaching out and smacking Blaine playfully on the arm. They’re both grinning, but then Blaine catches Kurt’s arm as he’s drawing it away and the serious look on his face makes Kurt double take. “Blaine-” he starts, but his breath catches in his throat when Blaine tugs him across the bed and tumbles him over until he’s pinned, lying underneath his boyfriend with his knees on either side of his torso. “Wow.”
Without waiting for Kurt to catch his breath, Blaine’s hands are on his cardigan, popping the buttons haphazardly.
“Hey, careful, you’ll pull them off and this was expensive! What are you even doing?” Kurt gasps beneath Blaine, unable to do anything but lay there, immobile. He jerks his arms out of his cardigan and watches in horror as Blaine tosses it across the room. “Blaine!”
“Much better,” Blaine says decidedly as he stills himself, resettling his weight so as to not crush Kurt beneath him. When Kurt gives him a confused look, he simply offers, “I can see your shirt now.”
Kurt glances down at his chest. He’s still in costume, if it can even be called a costume at all, anyway. A custom made t-shirt and jeans, nothing special. He makes a face at Blaine, still confused, though he shudders slightly when Blaine begins to trace over the shapes of the letters on his shirt with his right index finger.
“Likes boys,” Blaine murmurs, his free hand coming up to stroke fingers down Kurt’s forehead. Kurt turns towards the affection, wondering what it’s for but not complaining about it at all. “Incorrect,” Blaine then says.
Kurt pauses and leans his head back and away from Blaine’s roaming fingers. “Huh?” he asks, and then chuckles slightly, shaking his head. “You know, you’re gonna have to tell me what on earth you’re talking about. You’re all over the place and I don’t have a clue.”
“It’s incorrect,” Blaine states a second time as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, his hands finding Kurt again and this time trailing over his waist, beginning to play with the hem of his t-shirt. “You don’t like boys, you like me.”
A smirk begins to slide over Kurt’s face as he finally realises what Blaine is saying. He settles himself into his duvet beneath him and allows Blaine’s hands to roam over his hips, just now slipping under his shirt and over his skin. His hands are warm and large, slightly rough around the edges, and soon enough Kurt finds himself almost purring under his boyfriend’s ministrations, arching his back up into Blaine’s touch as he strokes further up Kurt’s chest, brushing occasionally over his nipples but never lingering to pay them any of the attention Kurt wants them to get.
“Blaine,” he groans, trying to push his hips up as Blaine trails his thumbs across his pelvis and being denied as Blaine pushes him back down from where he’s sat above him, keeping him trapped against the bed. “Blaine,” he groans again, louder this time. “As nice as this is and all, I want kisses and stuff.”
Blaine just does the opposite by leaning further back and Kurt rolls his eyes until Blaine says, “Shh, your dad’s still home.”
Kurt’s eyes stop in their rotation and instead they just widen, horrified. His body jerks as Blaine’s fingertips dip below the waistband of his jeans and he sits up rapidly in an attempt to shuffle out from under Blaine. “Crap, I forgot about that,” he says, and wriggles some more, though Blaine’s not having any of it. Kurt gives Blaine a sort of half embarrassed, half-annoyed look. “We shouldn’t, Blaine, not when he’s home.”
Blaine groans, trying to keep it quiet and not succeeding, and reaches down to adjusts the front of his trousers. “Why not? We’ll be quiet. I’ll give you kisses?” he teases, leaning down and hovering his lips just over Kurt’s-so close that if Kurt were to tilt his head just so they’d be touching. “I’ll give you a lot more than kisses.”
“Oh god,” Kurt mumbles, feeling his face heat up. Blaine shifts experimentally over Kurt and their groins brush and Kurt has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep from making any noise. The knowledge that his dad is probably watching television two floors above in his room wanders through the back of Kurt’s mind and he can’t help but acknowledge the way Blaine is almost shamelessly pushing their hips together. It’s temping, god, is it tempting, though when Blaine reaches down and slyly begins to unbuckle the belt hooked into his trousers, Kurt doesn’t think he really has much choice.
“That’s better,” Blaine quips when Kurt bites his bottom lip again and allows himself to relax on his bed, legs pliant as Blaine unfastens his jean buttons and slides backwards down Kurt’s thighs to pull his jeans off. He eventually slips off Kurt’s legs and dumps his jeans and underwear on the floor, pulling off his socks before he climbs back up, admiring Kurt’s legs as he does so by trailing his hands up the backs of them.
Kurt hums between his closed lips as Blaine touches him here and there, his eyes following Blaine’s every move, and then he reaches down to grab the hem of his t-shirt.
“Don’t,” Blaine says, voice stern and dark and deeper than Kurt thinks he’s ever heard it before as Blaine pulls his own shirt off and throws it to the floor to join Kurt’s previously dismissed pants. “Leave it.”
Kurt looks up at Blaine and when he sees the heated look in his eyes that matches the tone of his voice, a smirk slides across his face-and it’s nothing to do with the fact Blaine is now stripping out of the rest of his clothes at record speed. “This shirt…” Kurt starts, sitting up and crawling to the bottom of his bed to kneel in front of Blaine. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
At Kurt’s words, Blaine just mimics the smirk on Kurt’s face with his own and finally dismisses his boxers. He groans as the cool air of Kurt’s room meets with his newly bared skin and Kurt’s smirk transforms into a grin as he shuffles further forward until Blaine’s bare hips are just in front of his eyes.
“Shh,” Kurt berates Blaine playfully, rising up until he’s facing Blaine’s square shoulders now. “Got to be quiet if we’re doing this now…” His grin merely widens when Blaine hunches over to finally kiss him, and he lets out a little whine of approval when Blaine pushes his tongue past his lips and licks all around his mouth. “What’re you gonna do to me?” Kurt asks against Blaine’s lips when they pull apart temporarily for breath before diving right back in. Kurt slides his hands up and down Blaine’s sides as Blaine holds his face and then, when Blaine’s not expecting it, he slides his hand down and grasps his half-hard cock in his palm.
“Shit,” Blaine lets out, but Kurt had pre-empted his reaction and caught the sound in his mouth. “You did that on purpose.”
“So? You’re making me keep my shirt on, have to get my own back,” Kurt says, somewhat blasé as he squeezes his hand and strokes it up Blaine’s length a few times experimentally, drawing various muffled noises from the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Blaine grits out through his teeth, and moves his hands from Kurt’s face to fist at the shirt he’s wearing, the backs of his hand rubbing against Kurt’s soft skin as he does. “Yes, yes I am.” And with that, Blaine pulls himself completely out of Kurt’s grip and he moves onto the bed, using the leverage he has on Kurt’s shirt to pull him with him so that he lands over his hips, copying their position from earlier on in reverse. Kurt lets out a short ooft as he is manhandled, but doesn’t complain, instead taking advantage of the position to grind his hips against Blaine’s and watch as his boyfriend struggles to keep quiet at the friction slowly building between them.
“God, you are so hot,” is the first thing Blaine says to Kurt as he looks up at him, curls spreading in every direction on Kurt’s pillow. “You could kill a person.”
“So long as I don’t kill you,” Kurt mumbles in response, though some of his words are lost against Blaine’s mouth as he reaches down and attaches their mouths together again. His hips keep up their teasingly slow and steady rhythm against Blaine and Blaine keeps his hands curled in Kurt’s t-shirt briefly. Tiny pants are released into the thin air between them as the heat in the room increases, and then Blaine releases a hand and strokes it over the skin of Kurt’s abdomen. It’s warm and Blaine can feel the soft thud thud of Kurt’s pulse as his hand travels up by his heart before it slinks over his shoulder and down his back. He fingers the softness that is Kurt and his outrageous skincare routine, tracing patterns over the small of his back until he dips lower. Kurt stiffens, his movements becoming even slower still and he loses his rhythm a little as Blaine palms over the globes of his ass, just outlining the dip between them. “Oh,” Kurt lets out breathily, and then a second “Oh” follows as Blaine finally skims his fingertips over Kurt’s hole. “Blaine…”
“Yes?” Blaine answers cockily, rubbing his fingers a little harder as he takes note of Kurt’s responses; his hips stutter over his own and his breathing becomes shorter with each new touch. “Lube, Kurt,” he instructs, and their eyes meet as Kurt moves his face to look at Blaine. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are pink and swollen; he looks the epitome of lust, Blaine decides.
Blaine decides that even more so when Kurt lifts himself away just slightly from his boyfriend to reach into a bag under his bed. The lube and a condom are extracted from the bag and Blaine raises an eyebrow but says nothing. He grumbles with impatience as he flicks at the lid and Kurt settles back into place, face eager and his chest heaving already. Blaine slicks his fingers and drops the bottle to his side, and eventually grabs Kurt’s ass again, ready.
Kurt buries his face in Blaine’s shoulder as Blaine slowly adds his first finger. The lube is cold and Blaine’s finger feels a lot bigger when it’s inside him than when it’s not, but it doesn’t hurt and Kurt lets out a deep breath as he customises himself to make it comfortable. Blaine holds still for the first minute or so, but then the digit begins to slide out and back in again, a second joining the first after a few trying strokes and then after further minutes, Blaine adds yet another and gains speeds until he’s moving three fingers in and out of Kurt at a brisk pace and Kurt is biting on Blaine’s shoulder to keep silent from the pleasure he’s being given.
“Oh, god,” he breathes out as he moves above Blaine, still sprawled out beneath him.
“You think you’re ready?” Blaine asks, and his voice takes on a raspy, breathless tone as he speaks that just makes Kurt curse again and nod his head rapidly.
“Yeah-yes, Blaine.”
“That’s my name,” Blaine says back curtly. Moments later, Kurt finds himself feeling empty as Blaine removes his fingers and begins scrambling about beneath him, trying to locate the lube and the dismissed condom. When he finds them, he tears the foil open and hands the packet to Kurt, who scoots back in order to be able to roll it down Blaine’s cock, now slightly purple at the tip from lack of attention. Kurt grins at it and milks the rolling on of the condom for all it’s worth, squeezing the base of Blaine’s cock a few times to try and make him get a fucking move on. The lube comes next as Blaine squirts a generous amount onto himself, and then he’s tugging Kurt roughly by his shirt to where he wants him, sat back over his hips and just raised slightly so he can position his cock at his entrance.
When Kurt finally sinks back onto his boyfriend, he wonders why he was ever averse to doing this tonight when Blaine is on top form and it feels so good. It feels even better when Kurt is finally settled, with Blaine buried in him to the hilt, and with Blaine’s hands roaming his chest under his shirt. Blaine’s face is tense and his jaw is set in concentration as he works his hips timely, pressing firmly upwards into Kurt’s jerky downward thrusts.
“Feel good?” Blaine asks, his voice still holding the raspy quality it took on moments before, though if the look on Kurt’s face is anything to go by, the question is kind of redundant. His eyes are trained on Blaine’s and his hair is even crazier than it was before, a lock of it having come loose from its style to hang over Kurt’s forehead. Blaine thinks he’s never looked quite as sexy as he does now, and he tells him so, punctuating his point with a much harder jerk of his hips.
“Maybe I should-oh-get more printed shirts then, huh?” Kurt suggests, and he nearly flops forward as he loses his concentration for a second, throwing off their rhythm.
“No,” Blaine growls, his hands grabbing Kurt’s sides and handfuls of the shirt roughly. “No, just this one.”
“Thought you said it was incorrect-Oh, Blaine!”
“Shh.” Blaine uses his grip on Kurt’s shirt to pull him down and smashes his lips over Kurt’s to shut him up. He’s getting louder now, more careless, and Blaine knows that can only mean one thing: Kurt is close. “You gonna soon?” he asks, feeling Kurt’s breath over his face and breathing it in deeply.
Kurt nods frantically above him and Blaine grins. “That’s good, because I’m gonna.” After that, everything is a blur of hips and limbs and mouths as Blaine keeps Kurt against his lips and his thrusts quicken in speed and increase in frequency until they’re spent, sweating messes on Kurt’s bed.
It takes Kurt a moment to be able to lift himself free of Blaine, but after he’s gathered up a few morsels of strength, he’s dropping down beside him on the bed whilst Blaine is disposing of their used condom. Kurt’s shirt has risen up around his midriff and Blaine smiles down at him, surprisingly cutely considering the fact Kurt just rode him, but then he has to go and ruin it by tugging at Kurt’s shirt and using it to wipe his chest clean.
“Hey!” Kurt complains as Blaine drops his now come-covered shirt back to his stomach. “That’s gross.”
“You’re gross,” Blaine returns. “You like boys. God, who even does that anymore?”
Kurt laughs loudly, able to make as much noise as he likes now and leans over until his face is above Blaine’s, his right eyebrow raised in amusement. “Hmm, wait a second. Incorrect,” Kurt says, mimicking Blaine’s words from earlier. “I don’t like boys, I like you. Right?”
Blaine just smiles and pulls Kurt back down onto him, ignoring the way Kurt’s t-shirt is sticky between them. “Right.”
Title: Likes Blaine
Author: littlemrstom
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content
Word Count: 3000
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot. I especially do not own Glee. Sad times.
Summary: “Much better. I can see your shirt now.”
Kurt glances down at his chest. He’s still in costume, if it can even be called a costume. A custom made t-shirt and jeans, nothing special. He makes a face at Blaine, still confused, and shudders slightly when Blaine begins to trace the shapes of the letters on his shirt with his finger.
“Likes boys,” Blaine murmurs. “Incorrect.”
Author Notes: Written for this post on the glee_kink_meme.
“I saw you today.”
Kurt’s head snaps up from where he’s absently humming to himself, watching the floor as he walks down the steps into his basement bedroom. The voice surprises him and he jumps on the spot, his bag slipping off of his shoulder and hitting the floor with a soft thud.
“Blaine?” he asks, slightly taken aback. A puzzled look crosses his face as he carefully slides his bag under his bed with the side of his foot. “What’re you doing here? How did you get in? I don’t-”
Blaine grins across at Kurt from where he’s laid out, hands crossed lazily behind his head, on Kurt’s bed, propped up by numerous cushions that are probably made of materials he’s never heard the names of before. “Your dad let me in, relax.”
“Oh gosh, what did you have to tell him to get him to do that?”
Blaine just grins wider and dismisses the question, choosing to just stare at Kurt instead, who shuffles nervously in his place under Blaine’s heated watch.
“So, euhm, you said you saw me today?” Kurt says, briskly changing the subject. He bends down to grab his school bag back up again and rifles through his it until he produces his hair comb. “When was this exactly?” he continues to ask, stepping across the room until he’s positioned in front of his grand mirror, looking at his recently mussed hair with a frown. “God, to think I was out in public looking like this.”
There’s a deep rumble of a chuckle from the bed and Kurt turns around, raising a brow that says something along the lines of you’re kidding, right.
“I think it looks good,” Blaine says as a way of explanation.
“Hmm.” Kurt drops his comb, because even if he doesn’t like it, his boyfriend clearly does and that has got to count for something this evening. “Anyway. For a third time, when did you see me today?”
Something rolls across Blaine’s eyes, his pupils dilating and turning blacker than before. “I… might have snuck into your glee club performance this afternoon. Loved the song choice, by the way.”
“You’re spying on me, now?”
“Of course I wasn’t,” Blaine replies smoothly, watching Kurt as he pads over the floor and deposits himself on the edge of his bed. “I was spying on Finn. Having seen him around this place so much since he moved in, I’ve noticed how sexy he is, you know?”
Kurt makes a face. “Liar,” he says, reaching out and smacking Blaine playfully on the arm. They’re both grinning, but then Blaine catches Kurt’s arm as he’s drawing it away and the serious look on his face makes Kurt double take. “Blaine-” he starts, but his breath catches in his throat when Blaine tugs him across the bed and tumbles him over until he’s pinned, lying underneath his boyfriend with his knees on either side of his torso. “Wow.”
Without waiting for Kurt to catch his breath, Blaine’s hands are on his cardigan, popping the buttons haphazardly.
“Hey, careful, you’ll pull them off and this was expensive! What are you even doing?” Kurt gasps beneath Blaine, unable to do anything but lay there, immobile. He jerks his arms out of his cardigan and watches in horror as Blaine tosses it across the room. “Blaine!”
“Much better,” Blaine says decidedly as he stills himself, resettling his weight so as to not crush Kurt beneath him. When Kurt gives him a confused look, he simply offers, “I can see your shirt now.”
Kurt glances down at his chest. He’s still in costume, if it can even be called a costume at all, anyway. A custom made t-shirt and jeans, nothing special. He makes a face at Blaine, still confused, though he shudders slightly when Blaine begins to trace over the shapes of the letters on his shirt with his right index finger.
“Likes boys,” Blaine murmurs, his free hand coming up to stroke fingers down Kurt’s forehead. Kurt turns towards the affection, wondering what it’s for but not complaining about it at all. “Incorrect,” Blaine then says.
Kurt pauses and leans his head back and away from Blaine’s roaming fingers. “Huh?” he asks, and then chuckles slightly, shaking his head. “You know, you’re gonna have to tell me what on earth you’re talking about. You’re all over the place and I don’t have a clue.”
“It’s incorrect,” Blaine states a second time as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, his hands finding Kurt again and this time trailing over his waist, beginning to play with the hem of his t-shirt. “You don’t like boys, you like me.”
A smirk begins to slide over Kurt’s face as he finally realises what Blaine is saying. He settles himself into his duvet beneath him and allows Blaine’s hands to roam over his hips, just now slipping under his shirt and over his skin. His hands are warm and large, slightly rough around the edges, and soon enough Kurt finds himself almost purring under his boyfriend’s ministrations, arching his back up into Blaine’s touch as he strokes further up Kurt’s chest, brushing occasionally over his nipples but never lingering to pay them any of the attention Kurt wants them to get.
“Blaine,” he groans, trying to push his hips up as Blaine trails his thumbs across his pelvis and being denied as Blaine pushes him back down from where he’s sat above him, keeping him trapped against the bed. “Blaine,” he groans again, louder this time. “As nice as this is and all, I want kisses and stuff.”
Blaine just does the opposite by leaning further back and Kurt rolls his eyes until Blaine says, “Shh, your dad’s still home.”
Kurt’s eyes stop in their rotation and instead they just widen, horrified. His body jerks as Blaine’s fingertips dip below the waistband of his jeans and he sits up rapidly in an attempt to shuffle out from under Blaine. “Crap, I forgot about that,” he says, and wriggles some more, though Blaine’s not having any of it. Kurt gives Blaine a sort of half embarrassed, half-annoyed look. “We shouldn’t, Blaine, not when he’s home.”
Blaine groans, trying to keep it quiet and not succeeding, and reaches down to adjusts the front of his trousers. “Why not? We’ll be quiet. I’ll give you kisses?” he teases, leaning down and hovering his lips just over Kurt’s-so close that if Kurt were to tilt his head just so they’d be touching. “I’ll give you a lot more than kisses.”
“Oh god,” Kurt mumbles, feeling his face heat up. Blaine shifts experimentally over Kurt and their groins brush and Kurt has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep from making any noise. The knowledge that his dad is probably watching television two floors above in his room wanders through the back of Kurt’s mind and he can’t help but acknowledge the way Blaine is almost shamelessly pushing their hips together. It’s temping, god, is it tempting, though when Blaine reaches down and slyly begins to unbuckle the belt hooked into his trousers, Kurt doesn’t think he really has much choice.
“That’s better,” Blaine quips when Kurt bites his bottom lip again and allows himself to relax on his bed, legs pliant as Blaine unfastens his jean buttons and slides backwards down Kurt’s thighs to pull his jeans off. He eventually slips off Kurt’s legs and dumps his jeans and underwear on the floor, pulling off his socks before he climbs back up, admiring Kurt’s legs as he does so by trailing his hands up the backs of them.
Kurt hums between his closed lips as Blaine touches him here and there, his eyes following Blaine’s every move, and then he reaches down to grab the hem of his t-shirt.
“Don’t,” Blaine says, voice stern and dark and deeper than Kurt thinks he’s ever heard it before as Blaine pulls his own shirt off and throws it to the floor to join Kurt’s previously dismissed pants. “Leave it.”
Kurt looks up at Blaine and when he sees the heated look in his eyes that matches the tone of his voice, a smirk slides across his face-and it’s nothing to do with the fact Blaine is now stripping out of the rest of his clothes at record speed. “This shirt…” Kurt starts, sitting up and crawling to the bottom of his bed to kneel in front of Blaine. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
At Kurt’s words, Blaine just mimics the smirk on Kurt’s face with his own and finally dismisses his boxers. He groans as the cool air of Kurt’s room meets with his newly bared skin and Kurt’s smirk transforms into a grin as he shuffles further forward until Blaine’s bare hips are just in front of his eyes.
“Shh,” Kurt berates Blaine playfully, rising up until he’s facing Blaine’s square shoulders now. “Got to be quiet if we’re doing this now…” His grin merely widens when Blaine hunches over to finally kiss him, and he lets out a little whine of approval when Blaine pushes his tongue past his lips and licks all around his mouth. “What’re you gonna do to me?” Kurt asks against Blaine’s lips when they pull apart temporarily for breath before diving right back in. Kurt slides his hands up and down Blaine’s sides as Blaine holds his face and then, when Blaine’s not expecting it, he slides his hand down and grasps his half-hard cock in his palm.
“Shit,” Blaine lets out, but Kurt had pre-empted his reaction and caught the sound in his mouth. “You did that on purpose.”
“So? You’re making me keep my shirt on, have to get my own back,” Kurt says, somewhat blasé as he squeezes his hand and strokes it up Blaine’s length a few times experimentally, drawing various muffled noises from the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Blaine grits out through his teeth, and moves his hands from Kurt’s face to fist at the shirt he’s wearing, the backs of his hand rubbing against Kurt’s soft skin as he does. “Yes, yes I am.” And with that, Blaine pulls himself completely out of Kurt’s grip and he moves onto the bed, using the leverage he has on Kurt’s shirt to pull him with him so that he lands over his hips, copying their position from earlier on in reverse. Kurt lets out a short ooft as he is manhandled, but doesn’t complain, instead taking advantage of the position to grind his hips against Blaine’s and watch as his boyfriend struggles to keep quiet at the friction slowly building between them.
“God, you are so hot,” is the first thing Blaine says to Kurt as he looks up at him, curls spreading in every direction on Kurt’s pillow. “You could kill a person.”
“So long as I don’t kill you,” Kurt mumbles in response, though some of his words are lost against Blaine’s mouth as he reaches down and attaches their mouths together again. His hips keep up their teasingly slow and steady rhythm against Blaine and Blaine keeps his hands curled in Kurt’s t-shirt briefly. Tiny pants are released into the thin air between them as the heat in the room increases, and then Blaine releases a hand and strokes it over the skin of Kurt’s abdomen. It’s warm and Blaine can feel the soft thud thud of Kurt’s pulse as his hand travels up by his heart before it slinks over his shoulder and down his back. He fingers the softness that is Kurt and his outrageous skincare routine, tracing patterns over the small of his back until he dips lower. Kurt stiffens, his movements becoming even slower still and he loses his rhythm a little as Blaine palms over the globes of his ass, just outlining the dip between them. “Oh,” Kurt lets out breathily, and then a second “Oh” follows as Blaine finally skims his fingertips over Kurt’s hole. “Blaine…”
“Yes?” Blaine answers cockily, rubbing his fingers a little harder as he takes note of Kurt’s responses; his hips stutter over his own and his breathing becomes shorter with each new touch. “Lube, Kurt,” he instructs, and their eyes meet as Kurt moves his face to look at Blaine. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are pink and swollen; he looks the epitome of lust, Blaine decides.
Blaine decides that even more so when Kurt lifts himself away just slightly from his boyfriend to reach into a bag under his bed. The lube and a condom are extracted from the bag and Blaine raises an eyebrow but says nothing. He grumbles with impatience as he flicks at the lid and Kurt settles back into place, face eager and his chest heaving already. Blaine slicks his fingers and drops the bottle to his side, and eventually grabs Kurt’s ass again, ready.
Kurt buries his face in Blaine’s shoulder as Blaine slowly adds his first finger. The lube is cold and Blaine’s finger feels a lot bigger when it’s inside him than when it’s not, but it doesn’t hurt and Kurt lets out a deep breath as he customises himself to make it comfortable. Blaine holds still for the first minute or so, but then the digit begins to slide out and back in again, a second joining the first after a few trying strokes and then after further minutes, Blaine adds yet another and gains speeds until he’s moving three fingers in and out of Kurt at a brisk pace and Kurt is biting on Blaine’s shoulder to keep silent from the pleasure he’s being given.
“Oh, god,” he breathes out as he moves above Blaine, still sprawled out beneath him.
“You think you’re ready?” Blaine asks, and his voice takes on a raspy, breathless tone as he speaks that just makes Kurt curse again and nod his head rapidly.
“Yeah-yes, Blaine.”
“That’s my name,” Blaine says back curtly. Moments later, Kurt finds himself feeling empty as Blaine removes his fingers and begins scrambling about beneath him, trying to locate the lube and the dismissed condom. When he finds them, he tears the foil open and hands the packet to Kurt, who scoots back in order to be able to roll it down Blaine’s cock, now slightly purple at the tip from lack of attention. Kurt grins at it and milks the rolling on of the condom for all it’s worth, squeezing the base of Blaine’s cock a few times to try and make him get a fucking move on. The lube comes next as Blaine squirts a generous amount onto himself, and then he’s tugging Kurt roughly by his shirt to where he wants him, sat back over his hips and just raised slightly so he can position his cock at his entrance.
When Kurt finally sinks back onto his boyfriend, he wonders why he was ever averse to doing this tonight when Blaine is on top form and it feels so good. It feels even better when Kurt is finally settled, with Blaine buried in him to the hilt, and with Blaine’s hands roaming his chest under his shirt. Blaine’s face is tense and his jaw is set in concentration as he works his hips timely, pressing firmly upwards into Kurt’s jerky downward thrusts.
“Feel good?” Blaine asks, his voice still holding the raspy quality it took on moments before, though if the look on Kurt’s face is anything to go by, the question is kind of redundant. His eyes are trained on Blaine’s and his hair is even crazier than it was before, a lock of it having come loose from its style to hang over Kurt’s forehead. Blaine thinks he’s never looked quite as sexy as he does now, and he tells him so, punctuating his point with a much harder jerk of his hips.
“Maybe I should-oh-get more printed shirts then, huh?” Kurt suggests, and he nearly flops forward as he loses his concentration for a second, throwing off their rhythm.
“No,” Blaine growls, his hands grabbing Kurt’s sides and handfuls of the shirt roughly. “No, just this one.”
“Thought you said it was incorrect-Oh, Blaine!”
“Shh.” Blaine uses his grip on Kurt’s shirt to pull him down and smashes his lips over Kurt’s to shut him up. He’s getting louder now, more careless, and Blaine knows that can only mean one thing: Kurt is close. “You gonna soon?” he asks, feeling Kurt’s breath over his face and breathing it in deeply.
Kurt nods frantically above him and Blaine grins. “That’s good, because I’m gonna.” After that, everything is a blur of hips and limbs and mouths as Blaine keeps Kurt against his lips and his thrusts quicken in speed and increase in frequency until they’re spent, sweating messes on Kurt’s bed.
It takes Kurt a moment to be able to lift himself free of Blaine, but after he’s gathered up a few morsels of strength, he’s dropping down beside him on the bed whilst Blaine is disposing of their used condom. Kurt’s shirt has risen up around his midriff and Blaine smiles down at him, surprisingly cutely considering the fact Kurt just rode him, but then he has to go and ruin it by tugging at Kurt’s shirt and using it to wipe his chest clean.
“Hey!” Kurt complains as Blaine drops his now come-covered shirt back to his stomach. “That’s gross.”
“You’re gross,” Blaine returns. “You like boys. God, who even does that anymore?”
Kurt laughs loudly, able to make as much noise as he likes now and leans over until his face is above Blaine’s, his right eyebrow raised in amusement. “Hmm, wait a second. Incorrect,” Kurt says, mimicking Blaine’s words from earlier. “I don’t like boys, I like you. Right?”
Blaine just smiles and pulls Kurt back down onto him, ignoring the way Kurt’s t-shirt is sticky between them. “Right.”