3. Cirennie Kurt/Blaine Fill Part 2
Meanwhile, on the other side of the store, Kurt stood outside the dressing rooms.
“Blaine! Are you here?” Kurt heard a door open, and his eyes flicked over to the source of the sound. Blaine stood bashfully in the doorway, looking over at Kurt.
“Yeah, I’m here. So, uh… what do you think?” Blaine stood there as Kurt drank in the sight of him with his thin gray v-neck, bare legs, and white flouncy, not-quite-to-his-knees skirt. Yes, Blaine Anderson was wearing a skirt.
“Blaine… oh my God. What are you…?”
“It’s a skirt.” Blaine gave a twirl, making the hem of the skirt lift up, and remind Kurt that Blaine wasn’t wearing boxers, and of just what Blaine was wearing under the skirt.
“Fuck yeah it’s a skirt. Blaine…” Kurt just stood there and eyed him, his stare panning over his entire body. Blaine just stood there and let him, even though it embarrassed him, it turned him on all the while. Kurt licked his lips as he saw Blaine’s cock twitch beneath the material of the skirt. Blaine shifted a little in place, switching his weight from foot to foot, and clasping his hands at his front. He looked so innocent, so pure with the white of the skirt. Only Kurt knew that was far from true, knew what lay beneath. Beneath the skirt, and Blaine’s normally pure exterior. That’s what everyone thought of him, but Kurt needed to show them they were wrong. The next thing Blaine knew, Kurt was inside the dressing room with him, the door clicked behind him.
“Kurt?” Blaine managed not to smile triumphantly, and instead give Kurt his most oblivious look, with shy confusion radiating from his body language. “Kurt what is it?” Kurt growled.
“Oh don’t act like you don’t know. I don’t know how you know, but you know exactly what.” Blaine shook his head until Kurt halted the motion with a kiss.
Blaine whimpered as Kurt leaned far into the kiss, grabbing handfuls of the white skirt and pinning Blaine to the wall by his hips. With Kurt following his move of shoving Blaine into the wall with a press forward into the boy, he could not only see, but hear and feel what his actions were doing to him. Kurt slid his hands around to push his and Blaine's hips together using Blaine's ass. Blaine's mouth fell open a little at that, and Kurt was quick to turn the kiss steamy, delving in to catch a moan of Blaine's on his tongue.
Blaine's hands were hanging limply at his sides, but when Kurt took his Blaine's lip between his teeth, sliding his tongue firmly along it, Blaine had to hold on to something, so he loosely dangled his wrists around the back of Kurt's neck. The light touch at the back of Kurt's neck only turned him on further, and he kissed harder, with a frightening roughness and ferocity that reddened Blaine's cheeks, and had him whimpering as he rubbed against his leg; Kurt's roughness had him entirely at the mercy of his hormones, and it was so hot, he couldn't control himself.
"What's wrong honey? Is there something you need from me?" Kurt pulled back to look at the flushed, desperate, face of his boyfriend. All Blaine could do was nod, conveying all his desire in a lidded glance up at Kurt. Well that was it, Kurt couldn't wait any longer. He needed to touch.
Blaine jumped a little when Kurt shoved a hand under his skirt, fumbling around a little under there until he felt the smooth silk waistband of the thong Blaine was wearing, tracing his fingertips over and downward, where he felt Blaine's cock poking out, his balls encased in the small pocket of lace. Kurt wiggled his fingers against the sensitive area, the texture of the lace coupling with Kurt's hand movement causing Blaine to rut desperately against the touch, crying out when Kurt wrapped the hand around him, giving a few quick firm pumps.
"Unghhhh, Kurt!" Blaine protested when Kurt's hand left his member. But Kurt had other plans for him.
"Face the wall." His tone told Blaine to not ask any questions. He felt a little awkward, like a toddler in time out. He stood there for a few moments, not knowing what was going on behind him, until he felt two hands slip under the skirt and clutch his ass. Blaine twisted a bit to look back at Kurt, who was kneeling behind him, fondling his rear. When Kurt felt Blaine move, he frowned up at the boy.
"Did I say you could look back at me?" Blaine shook his head.
"I didn't mean to, I just-" Kurt brought his hand down on Blaine's ass, making quite a loud sound for an action that didn't really hurt at all, but did send tingles to his cock.
"Stop talking, and do what you're told. Turn. Around." Blaine nodded, something in Kurt's voice urging him into submission... not that he wasn't throughly enjoying this.
Blaine began breathing more shallowly as Kurt's hands crept up so he could curl his finger around the back of Blaine's minimal underwear, hooking it out from between his buttcheeks and running his finger down, teasing Blaine's crack with his knuckle as he loosened the underwear. Kurt stared up hungrily at the boy, although he was relishing in the textures of silk and lace, he wanted more. But not yet; he was too busy appreciating the view. Kurt stared at Blaine, appreciating seeing him at this new angle which showed everything. It was fantastic. He couldn't help thinking of some fucked up version of Snow White, with the red of the underwear, and the white of the skirt, as well as the darkness of the coarse black hair dusted all over Blaine down here.
Kurt hooked his thumbs into the waist of Blaine's underwear, and tugged down. Slowly though, for he wS mindful of Blaine's bobbing cock. Blaine felt the garment drop around his ankles, and his toes curled as he suddenly felt very exposed, commando under the skirt.
"Kurt! What are you doing?" Blaine couldn't help but speak. He needed to know.
"What do you think? That thing you wanted me to do. You still want it, right?" Before Blaine could tell Kurt fuck yes, Kurt was spreading his ass open, and the cold of the room washed over him, making him shiver a bit, but mostly from anticipation. Kurt wasn't going to give it to him right away though, and instead pressed delicate kisses along the newly exposed area. Blaine kept entirely still, not wanting to put off Kurt and make him stop. However, when Kurt placed the softest kiss of all against his entrance, and then licked a stripe up to the top, Blaine couldn't take it anymore.
"Kurt! Please!" Kurt laughed a little, his breath only another infuriating tease. Kurt placed his lips back on Blaine's entrance, this time darting his tongue out for a single flick against Blaine, who whimpered. Kurt pressed his tongue flat, and began to take long slow licks as if Blaine's asshole was some sort of lollipop. Blaine couldn't help himself as he began to squirm, the warm wet delightful sensation too much for him to bear.
"Oh god Kurt. More... just more Kurt." Kurt complied, dipping the tip of his tongue inside Blaine, easing him open. Pushing his tongue into a hard point, he entered Blaine with it, causing the boy to cry out. Kurt had a very talented tongue, but he had only done this to him once before, and he had never put his tongue inside. Blaine loved it. It was much shorter, and smaller, and didn't fill him up the way Kurt's dick did, but it could do so many things Kurt's dick couldn't. Like make these delicious swirling movements, and leave him to lap over his sensitive pucker before plunging in again.
"Kurt, oh god. So good." Blaine was panting, and whining, and all sorts of other embarrassing things, but he didn't even care. He had a whole new appreciation for Kurt's tongue. He whimpered needily as he felt Kurt give him one final lick, before standing up.
"Don't be upset. I'm going to take you right here. You're all stretched out and ready for me from earlier today after all. Blaine blushed, remembering how they had done it a couple of hours before going to the mall, showering together afterwards.
"K-Kurt, what about..." Kurt kissed the side of Blaine's neck.
"Already taken care of. I always keep them in my wallet, since you never now when the need might arise." Speaking of rising, that's exactly what Blaine's dick was doing at Kurt's words. Still, if they were going to have sex, thy needed...
"Lube?" Kurt laughed darkly.
"Pocket. Like I said, just in case." Blaine nodded, a flush creeping up the back of his neck. This meant they could do it whenever, wherever, without having to worry about... supplies. Blaine's mind was running though other places they could do it now that he knew Kurt was always prepared. He was shocked out of his thoughts by the slick of Kurt's lubed finger suddenly inside him, with no warning. It was a little cold, but a welcome intrusion, as Kurt crooked his finger just so, and...
"FUCK! YES KURT! THERE, RIGHT THERE!" Kurt loved having the ability to make Blaine lose control, with just a simple hand movement. He slipped in a second finger along with the first, scissoring them, and feeling the tightness dissipate quickly, used both fingers to rub over that weak spot of Blaine's inside the boy. Kurt had to admit it felt nice, but he had never really understood the great appeal. It felt good enough, but not nearly as much as it did to Blaine, who was currently grunting and fucking himself on Kurt's digits. His other hand occupied, Kurt used his free hand to unzip his jeans and free his aching cock. He took out and held out his wallet to Blaine who hastily pulled out the condom and ripped it open, handing it back to his boyfriend. Kurt slipped his fingers out of Blaine, who let out a pitiful desperate whine. He pulled down his jeans a little, but just let his member peek out from the flap in his boxers, slipping on the condom as quickly as he could, before lifting up the edge of the skirt Blaine was wearing and bracing himself at Blaine's hole. He entered him as slowly as he could, but it was difficult not to just slam into him. He was so open, and ready, and it drove Kurt insane. But no matter how roughly he liked to play with Blaine, he never wanted to hurt him.
"Blaine is this okay?" Kurt managed to choke out the words, his brow furrowed in concentration. Blaine moaned as he felt Kurt's slow slide into him, and reached out to grab the bar in the dressing room to hang clothes on.
"Oh dear lord just fuck me Kurt." Blaine's voice was shaky, but commanding, and Kurt would have found it comical, that his boyfriend, wearing a skirt and with a thong around his ankles, bottoming and against the wall, was barking out orders... if he weren't so damn turned on by it.
"Blaine." Kurt uttered his name softly, and that was the only warning he gave before he began thrusting into the boy, taking his whimpers, and groans, and trembles as good signs, and not ones of him being in pain. Kurt's hands were clutching at the front of Blaine's shirt as he fucked him. Kurt had to admit it was a strange position for him, and he didn't find it as enjoyable as he thought he would. It however, was the perfect angle for Blaine, who was moaning, and crying out. He couldn't contain himself as his breathing grew heavier, and he was noisy more than he was quiet.
"Kurt, Ohmygod, so good. So fucking great. Oh, OH! Unghhhhhhhh, yes. Yes, right there Kurt! Oh! Oh my fucking god Kurt, yes, there YES." Kurt really wished he could see Blaine's expression, but judging by what he was saying, Kurt was doing pretty well.
"Are you close Blaine?" Kurt got a stiff nod in reply as he saw Blaine's knuckles whiten when he gripped the bar even tighter.
"I'm going to make you come without even touching you." Blaine mewled as Kurt moved his hands to Blaine's hip, and snapped his own hips harder into Blaine, who definitely wasn't shutting up now. It was like that scene from when Harry met Sally. Ridiculous.
"Yesssss. Ohhhhh yes. Mmmm, ohhhh. Yes. Yes! YESSSSS. YES! Oh yes! Oh god! Oh! OH!" Kurt kind of wanted Blaine to shut up, be he also thought it was really cute that he couldn't. Anyway, Blaine was close; he'd be quiet in a moment.
"KURT!" He cried out as his orgasm hit him with a decisive thrust from Kurt. He wailed on forever, as he spurted inside the skirt, soiling the article of clothing. Whoops.
"Ugh, Kurt I..." Blaine blushed, and was about to slip off of Kurt, when he was met with a growl and a tight grip on his hips.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you yet." Kurt took a couple of steps back, and sat down on the bench, groaning as Blaine was impaled on him. Blaine looked back at Kurt in confusion.
"Did you not-?"
"Almost. And I'm going to make you come again with me." Blaine was about to laugh.
"What? How could I? I just- Ohhhhh fuckkkkk." Blaine interrupted his own sentence when Kurt began to pound desperately up into him, moaning into his neck. Blaine didn't know how it was possible, but he was hard again, incredibly so, and as the head of Kurt's cock brushed over his prostrate, as if trying to coax out another orgasm, Blaine felt himself falling further and further apart. He couldn't scream, he could only make broken noises as Kurt pounded into him, all of him sensitive and tender to the touch from his earlier orgasm, his senses sharpening to new heights.
"K-Kurt..." He managed to sob out, before another, harder orgasm wracked Blaine's body. He came dry, the explosion of pleasure causing him to throw his head back and lean it on Kurt's shoulder, his mouth open as he breathed shallowly, he eyes shut tight. Blaine had spasmed around Kurt as he came, making Kurt come himself, much more quietly than Blaine had the first time.
"Are you okay Blaine?" Kurt murmured to the boy softly, who was still panting with his eyes closed.
"Okay isn't even the word. I don't know how you did that, but we have to do it again. Like, all the time." Kurt laughed softly.
"I guess you won. But I still feel like I did." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's ear.
"Oh... that. Yeah, I'll probably do whatever it takes to make you do that again. That was so freaking hot. You were so freaking hot." Kurt blushed, stammering.
"I uh, we should get cleaned up." Blaine groaned.
"Not yet. My kneecaps are jelly. Oh, and Kurt, what am I going to do about the skirt? I kind of got it messy." Kurt chuckled.
"Nothing. Leave it in here." Blaine twisted his head around to five Kurt a look.
"You can't just leave it here! That would be so mean!" Kurt shrugged.
"Who cares? I don't. I fucking hate the Gap."
Part 1: slashanddash.livejournal.com/3098.html
“Blaine! Are you here?” Kurt heard a door open, and his eyes flicked over to the source of the sound. Blaine stood bashfully in the doorway, looking over at Kurt.
“Yeah, I’m here. So, uh… what do you think?” Blaine stood there as Kurt drank in the sight of him with his thin gray v-neck, bare legs, and white flouncy, not-quite-to-his-knees skirt. Yes, Blaine Anderson was wearing a skirt.
“Blaine… oh my God. What are you…?”
“It’s a skirt.” Blaine gave a twirl, making the hem of the skirt lift up, and remind Kurt that Blaine wasn’t wearing boxers, and of just what Blaine was wearing under the skirt.
“Fuck yeah it’s a skirt. Blaine…” Kurt just stood there and eyed him, his stare panning over his entire body. Blaine just stood there and let him, even though it embarrassed him, it turned him on all the while. Kurt licked his lips as he saw Blaine’s cock twitch beneath the material of the skirt. Blaine shifted a little in place, switching his weight from foot to foot, and clasping his hands at his front. He looked so innocent, so pure with the white of the skirt. Only Kurt knew that was far from true, knew what lay beneath. Beneath the skirt, and Blaine’s normally pure exterior. That’s what everyone thought of him, but Kurt needed to show them they were wrong. The next thing Blaine knew, Kurt was inside the dressing room with him, the door clicked behind him.
“Kurt?” Blaine managed not to smile triumphantly, and instead give Kurt his most oblivious look, with shy confusion radiating from his body language. “Kurt what is it?” Kurt growled.
“Oh don’t act like you don’t know. I don’t know how you know, but you know exactly what.” Blaine shook his head until Kurt halted the motion with a kiss.
Blaine whimpered as Kurt leaned far into the kiss, grabbing handfuls of the white skirt and pinning Blaine to the wall by his hips. With Kurt following his move of shoving Blaine into the wall with a press forward into the boy, he could not only see, but hear and feel what his actions were doing to him. Kurt slid his hands around to push his and Blaine's hips together using Blaine's ass. Blaine's mouth fell open a little at that, and Kurt was quick to turn the kiss steamy, delving in to catch a moan of Blaine's on his tongue.
Blaine's hands were hanging limply at his sides, but when Kurt took his Blaine's lip between his teeth, sliding his tongue firmly along it, Blaine had to hold on to something, so he loosely dangled his wrists around the back of Kurt's neck. The light touch at the back of Kurt's neck only turned him on further, and he kissed harder, with a frightening roughness and ferocity that reddened Blaine's cheeks, and had him whimpering as he rubbed against his leg; Kurt's roughness had him entirely at the mercy of his hormones, and it was so hot, he couldn't control himself.
"What's wrong honey? Is there something you need from me?" Kurt pulled back to look at the flushed, desperate, face of his boyfriend. All Blaine could do was nod, conveying all his desire in a lidded glance up at Kurt. Well that was it, Kurt couldn't wait any longer. He needed to touch.
Blaine jumped a little when Kurt shoved a hand under his skirt, fumbling around a little under there until he felt the smooth silk waistband of the thong Blaine was wearing, tracing his fingertips over and downward, where he felt Blaine's cock poking out, his balls encased in the small pocket of lace. Kurt wiggled his fingers against the sensitive area, the texture of the lace coupling with Kurt's hand movement causing Blaine to rut desperately against the touch, crying out when Kurt wrapped the hand around him, giving a few quick firm pumps.
"Unghhhh, Kurt!" Blaine protested when Kurt's hand left his member. But Kurt had other plans for him.
"Face the wall." His tone told Blaine to not ask any questions. He felt a little awkward, like a toddler in time out. He stood there for a few moments, not knowing what was going on behind him, until he felt two hands slip under the skirt and clutch his ass. Blaine twisted a bit to look back at Kurt, who was kneeling behind him, fondling his rear. When Kurt felt Blaine move, he frowned up at the boy.
"Did I say you could look back at me?" Blaine shook his head.
"I didn't mean to, I just-" Kurt brought his hand down on Blaine's ass, making quite a loud sound for an action that didn't really hurt at all, but did send tingles to his cock.
"Stop talking, and do what you're told. Turn. Around." Blaine nodded, something in Kurt's voice urging him into submission... not that he wasn't throughly enjoying this.
Blaine began breathing more shallowly as Kurt's hands crept up so he could curl his finger around the back of Blaine's minimal underwear, hooking it out from between his buttcheeks and running his finger down, teasing Blaine's crack with his knuckle as he loosened the underwear. Kurt stared up hungrily at the boy, although he was relishing in the textures of silk and lace, he wanted more. But not yet; he was too busy appreciating the view. Kurt stared at Blaine, appreciating seeing him at this new angle which showed everything. It was fantastic. He couldn't help thinking of some fucked up version of Snow White, with the red of the underwear, and the white of the skirt, as well as the darkness of the coarse black hair dusted all over Blaine down here.
Kurt hooked his thumbs into the waist of Blaine's underwear, and tugged down. Slowly though, for he wS mindful of Blaine's bobbing cock. Blaine felt the garment drop around his ankles, and his toes curled as he suddenly felt very exposed, commando under the skirt.
"Kurt! What are you doing?" Blaine couldn't help but speak. He needed to know.
"What do you think? That thing you wanted me to do. You still want it, right?" Before Blaine could tell Kurt fuck yes, Kurt was spreading his ass open, and the cold of the room washed over him, making him shiver a bit, but mostly from anticipation. Kurt wasn't going to give it to him right away though, and instead pressed delicate kisses along the newly exposed area. Blaine kept entirely still, not wanting to put off Kurt and make him stop. However, when Kurt placed the softest kiss of all against his entrance, and then licked a stripe up to the top, Blaine couldn't take it anymore.
"Kurt! Please!" Kurt laughed a little, his breath only another infuriating tease. Kurt placed his lips back on Blaine's entrance, this time darting his tongue out for a single flick against Blaine, who whimpered. Kurt pressed his tongue flat, and began to take long slow licks as if Blaine's asshole was some sort of lollipop. Blaine couldn't help himself as he began to squirm, the warm wet delightful sensation too much for him to bear.
"Oh god Kurt. More... just more Kurt." Kurt complied, dipping the tip of his tongue inside Blaine, easing him open. Pushing his tongue into a hard point, he entered Blaine with it, causing the boy to cry out. Kurt had a very talented tongue, but he had only done this to him once before, and he had never put his tongue inside. Blaine loved it. It was much shorter, and smaller, and didn't fill him up the way Kurt's dick did, but it could do so many things Kurt's dick couldn't. Like make these delicious swirling movements, and leave him to lap over his sensitive pucker before plunging in again.
"Kurt, oh god. So good." Blaine was panting, and whining, and all sorts of other embarrassing things, but he didn't even care. He had a whole new appreciation for Kurt's tongue. He whimpered needily as he felt Kurt give him one final lick, before standing up.
"Don't be upset. I'm going to take you right here. You're all stretched out and ready for me from earlier today after all. Blaine blushed, remembering how they had done it a couple of hours before going to the mall, showering together afterwards.
"K-Kurt, what about..." Kurt kissed the side of Blaine's neck.
"Already taken care of. I always keep them in my wallet, since you never now when the need might arise." Speaking of rising, that's exactly what Blaine's dick was doing at Kurt's words. Still, if they were going to have sex, thy needed...
"Lube?" Kurt laughed darkly.
"Pocket. Like I said, just in case." Blaine nodded, a flush creeping up the back of his neck. This meant they could do it whenever, wherever, without having to worry about... supplies. Blaine's mind was running though other places they could do it now that he knew Kurt was always prepared. He was shocked out of his thoughts by the slick of Kurt's lubed finger suddenly inside him, with no warning. It was a little cold, but a welcome intrusion, as Kurt crooked his finger just so, and...
"FUCK! YES KURT! THERE, RIGHT THERE!" Kurt loved having the ability to make Blaine lose control, with just a simple hand movement. He slipped in a second finger along with the first, scissoring them, and feeling the tightness dissipate quickly, used both fingers to rub over that weak spot of Blaine's inside the boy. Kurt had to admit it felt nice, but he had never really understood the great appeal. It felt good enough, but not nearly as much as it did to Blaine, who was currently grunting and fucking himself on Kurt's digits. His other hand occupied, Kurt used his free hand to unzip his jeans and free his aching cock. He took out and held out his wallet to Blaine who hastily pulled out the condom and ripped it open, handing it back to his boyfriend. Kurt slipped his fingers out of Blaine, who let out a pitiful desperate whine. He pulled down his jeans a little, but just let his member peek out from the flap in his boxers, slipping on the condom as quickly as he could, before lifting up the edge of the skirt Blaine was wearing and bracing himself at Blaine's hole. He entered him as slowly as he could, but it was difficult not to just slam into him. He was so open, and ready, and it drove Kurt insane. But no matter how roughly he liked to play with Blaine, he never wanted to hurt him.
"Blaine is this okay?" Kurt managed to choke out the words, his brow furrowed in concentration. Blaine moaned as he felt Kurt's slow slide into him, and reached out to grab the bar in the dressing room to hang clothes on.
"Oh dear lord just fuck me Kurt." Blaine's voice was shaky, but commanding, and Kurt would have found it comical, that his boyfriend, wearing a skirt and with a thong around his ankles, bottoming and against the wall, was barking out orders... if he weren't so damn turned on by it.
"Blaine." Kurt uttered his name softly, and that was the only warning he gave before he began thrusting into the boy, taking his whimpers, and groans, and trembles as good signs, and not ones of him being in pain. Kurt's hands were clutching at the front of Blaine's shirt as he fucked him. Kurt had to admit it was a strange position for him, and he didn't find it as enjoyable as he thought he would. It however, was the perfect angle for Blaine, who was moaning, and crying out. He couldn't contain himself as his breathing grew heavier, and he was noisy more than he was quiet.
"Kurt, Ohmygod, so good. So fucking great. Oh, OH! Unghhhhhhhh, yes. Yes, right there Kurt! Oh! Oh my fucking god Kurt, yes, there YES." Kurt really wished he could see Blaine's expression, but judging by what he was saying, Kurt was doing pretty well.
"Are you close Blaine?" Kurt got a stiff nod in reply as he saw Blaine's knuckles whiten when he gripped the bar even tighter.
"I'm going to make you come without even touching you." Blaine mewled as Kurt moved his hands to Blaine's hip, and snapped his own hips harder into Blaine, who definitely wasn't shutting up now. It was like that scene from when Harry met Sally. Ridiculous.
"Yesssss. Ohhhhh yes. Mmmm, ohhhh. Yes. Yes! YESSSSS. YES! Oh yes! Oh god! Oh! OH!" Kurt kind of wanted Blaine to shut up, be he also thought it was really cute that he couldn't. Anyway, Blaine was close; he'd be quiet in a moment.
"KURT!" He cried out as his orgasm hit him with a decisive thrust from Kurt. He wailed on forever, as he spurted inside the skirt, soiling the article of clothing. Whoops.
"Ugh, Kurt I..." Blaine blushed, and was about to slip off of Kurt, when he was met with a growl and a tight grip on his hips.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you yet." Kurt took a couple of steps back, and sat down on the bench, groaning as Blaine was impaled on him. Blaine looked back at Kurt in confusion.
"Did you not-?"
"Almost. And I'm going to make you come again with me." Blaine was about to laugh.
"What? How could I? I just- Ohhhhh fuckkkkk." Blaine interrupted his own sentence when Kurt began to pound desperately up into him, moaning into his neck. Blaine didn't know how it was possible, but he was hard again, incredibly so, and as the head of Kurt's cock brushed over his prostrate, as if trying to coax out another orgasm, Blaine felt himself falling further and further apart. He couldn't scream, he could only make broken noises as Kurt pounded into him, all of him sensitive and tender to the touch from his earlier orgasm, his senses sharpening to new heights.
"K-Kurt..." He managed to sob out, before another, harder orgasm wracked Blaine's body. He came dry, the explosion of pleasure causing him to throw his head back and lean it on Kurt's shoulder, his mouth open as he breathed shallowly, he eyes shut tight. Blaine had spasmed around Kurt as he came, making Kurt come himself, much more quietly than Blaine had the first time.
"Are you okay Blaine?" Kurt murmured to the boy softly, who was still panting with his eyes closed.
"Okay isn't even the word. I don't know how you did that, but we have to do it again. Like, all the time." Kurt laughed softly.
"I guess you won. But I still feel like I did." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's ear.
"Oh... that. Yeah, I'll probably do whatever it takes to make you do that again. That was so freaking hot. You were so freaking hot." Kurt blushed, stammering.
"I uh, we should get cleaned up." Blaine groaned.
"Not yet. My kneecaps are jelly. Oh, and Kurt, what am I going to do about the skirt? I kind of got it messy." Kurt chuckled.
"Nothing. Leave it in here." Blaine twisted his head around to five Kurt a look.
"You can't just leave it here! That would be so mean!" Kurt shrugged.
"Who cares? I don't. I fucking hate the Gap."
Part 1: slashanddash.livejournal.com/3098.html