Fic: The Boy Is Mine
Media: Fanfiction
Title: The Boy Is Mine
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers (if any): Klaine established relationship
Warnings: Possessive!Kurt and submissive!Blaine
Summary: Kurt usually considers himself to be a pretty civil guy. That is, until someone else is making googly eyes at Blaine from across the food court. Kurt reacts badly and smutty goodness ensues.
Author’s Note: Holy sweet jebus, this took a long time. Written for a prompt given by the lovely abbykadabbra on Tumblr, my muse and my lover. Not beta-ed, so feel free to point out any continuity errors I may have missed. Gently, of course. With class.
Word Count: ~5700 (HOOOOOW DID YOU GET THIS LONG. WHY, OH GOD WHY.)
She was doing it again. Fucking again, and there was really nothing Kurt could do about it because Blaine wasn’t even aware of the attention being given to him by the scantily-clad young lady sitting a few tables away from them in the mall’s food court as she stared longingly at him. Kurt shot her a glare and took Blaine’s free hand into his own, rubbing across the knuckles with his fingertips. Bimbo Boobs responded by pulling her top down just a little to reveal an obscene amount of luxurious cleavage that Kurt was sure had won her many a boy before.
Or at least, won her many a lay. Thank God Kurt knew Blaine was immune to this blatant display of sexually transmitted disease-ridden sexuality.
Kurt reached a hand out and slipped his fingers gently into Blaine’s hair, stroking his thumb along the nape of his neck and scratching gently against his scalp. Blaine closed his eyes and leaned his head back into Kurt’s hand, humming his approval. Kurt smirked. Watch this, girlie, he thought. The boy’s all mine.
“Mmm, what’s gotten into you?” Blaine sighed and opened his eyes to meet Kurt’s, smiling gently. He leaned across the space in between them and pressed a firm kiss to Kurt’s mouth. “You’re never usually this affectionate when we’re in public.”
“Well, you know… I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” Kurt replied, his eyes flicking to where Bimbo Boobs was now staring at him as though she wanted to shove her salad fork into his throat. She picked up her tray and shoved it rather forcefully on top of the garbage can before stalking away, her skirt riding dangerously low on her hips.
Blaine followed Kurt’s gaze and chuckled lightly when he realized what was getting on Kurt’s nerves. “She looks like she should be making her living doing really bad porno. Or maybe she just really admires Pamela Anderson. But you don’t need to judge her outfit too harshly, at least she’s matching her colors appropriately.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow and stared at his boyfriend incredulously. “You think I was criticizing her outfit? Honey, not even my expert advice could have saved that monstrosity. No… She was just… She kept making lewd faces at you and eating her salad like she was blowing it. It was a little… obscene. She kept licking the dressing off of everything before eating it. Those poor carrots.”
Blaine’s mouth had gone slack as he listened to Kurt talking and his eyes were slightly glazed over. Kurt snapped his fingers in front of Blaine’s face and waved his hand. “Blaine? You alive there?”
Blaine looked at Kurt’s hand for a second before looking back up at his face. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard. “You… You’re jealous. You’re jealous of some dumb girl. Kurt, I like boys.”
Kurt frowned. “No, you don’t. You like me. Boy. Singular.”
“No, I love you, boy singular. I’m done shopping, can we go back to your house now?”
“Yeah, of course. Dad and Carole won’t be back until around eight tonight and Finn’s at Puck’s for a marathon Mario session. They never invite me because they know I’d kick their asses.” Kurt stood up from the table and shouldered his messenger bag, tugging Blaine behind him as he led the way out to his car. As Kurt fumbled through the front pocket of his bag for his keys, he was surprised to feel Blaine pressing up against his back, his arms wrapped low around Kurt’s waist and his face pressed between Kurt’s shoulder blades. “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Can I help you with something?”
“Maybe…” Blaine murmured, and pressed his hips forward into Kurt’s ass, and oh… Kurt inhaled sharply, freezing in his search for his keys as Blaine’s arms tightened around his waist and he felt a kiss being pressed to his shoulder blade through his shirt.
“Blaine, what are you…”
“Have I ever told you…?” Blaine began, tracing a fingertip lightly along the hem of Kurt’s sweater. “Have I ever told you that I find it insanely hot when you get jealous? You get so possessive. I love that, Kurt. I love that you want me to be yours and yours alone.” Blaine ended his sentence with a particularly rough grind of his hips against Kurt’s backside, humming against his neck.
“I think,” Kurt gulped, finally finding his keys and unlocking the car doors. “I think we need to go back to my house right now. And I think we need to make good use of the time in which it will be empty. Get in the car.”
Blaine grinned and walked around the back of the car to get into the passenger seat. Kurt started the engine and had gotten as far pulling onto the road outside of the shopping center before Blaine was reaching over and running his hand roughly along Kurt’s thigh, inching closer to his crotch with each pass. Kurt choked back a moan and glanced over at his boyfriend in the passenger seat to find him pressing the palm of his other hand into the front of his jeans, biting his lip as he did so.
“Fuck,” Kurt muttered, speeding up ever so slightly. By the time they reached his house, Blaine’s hand had found its way to the front of Kurt’s jeans and was pressing insistently against his erection. As soon as Kurt cut the engine, both boys were out the doors of the car and running up the front walk to the house. Kurt shoved the key in the door and they rushed through it, Blaine already taking off his jacket before he was even all the way in the house. As soon as Kurt had shut and locked the door behind him, Blaine was shoving his hands underneath Kurt’s sweater, stroking at the hot skin of his stomach as his mouth found the sensitive spot under Kurt’s earlobe, nipping and sucking. Kurt hissed and slammed back against the door, his hands flying to Blaine’s shoulders and holding him still.
“Blaine. Blaine. Seriously. What has gotten into you?”
Blaine unlatched himself from Kurt’s neck with a confused noise, looking up and meeting his boyfriend’s gaze with dark eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Well, usually, you’re a bit more… reserved, if you will. In the bedroom. Not that we’re in the bedroom, but you know what I mean.” Kurt waved a flippant hand, rolling his eyes as he spoke.
Blaine’s smile faltered slightly. His eyes darted to the left before coming back up to meet Kurt’s. “I just… I really liked it when you got all possessive of me. It just… I liked it. Being yours.”
“Blaine…?” Kurt pressed, knowing that Blaine was thinking more than he was letting on.
“Please don’t make me say it Kurt. It’s embarrassing.”
“Nothing you could ever say to me should ever make you feel embarrassed. You can tell me anything, Blaine. I love you.” Kurt pressed his hand against the side of Blaine’s face and rubbed his thumb across the corner of Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine sighed and whispered something unintelligible. Kurt put his hands on Blaine’s waist and pulled him closer gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What’d you say?”
Blaine took a deep breath. “I think… I think I’d like it if… If you took control. And just did whatever you wanted. You know… when we’re… being intimate.” Blaine leaned forward and pressed his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck, hiding from him.
“Are you… sure?”
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and hugged him tightly. “Yes… Absolutely.”
“Oh, God… Upstairs, Blaine. Now.”
Blaine ripped himself away from Kurt and hurried up the stairs, almost tripping over his feet when he got to the landing. Kurt followed and pushed him through the doorway of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He grasped the front of Blaine’s shirt and pulled him in for a harsh kiss before reaching down to fumble with the button on his jeans, his fingertips grazing Blaine’s cock where it pushed against the material at his crotch. Blaine groaned and slid his arms around Kurt’s neck, hanging on tightly and pressing his forehead into Kurt’s shoulder as Kurt slid his pants down past his knees and helped him to step out of them. Kurt paused for a moment to take in the sight of Blaine straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs, gripping his hips tightly.
“Kurt, please.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Get on the bed.” Kurt pulled his own shirt over his head and laid it over the back of his desk chair before stepping out of his own jeans as well. He took his time to stretch out the kinks in his shoulders for a moment, pushing his arms up high above his head and leaning from side to side before kneeling on the bed and leaning forward to crawl towards Blaine, who was rubbing erratically at his own hips. Kurt positioned himself on his knees next to his boyfriend before he reached forward and tugged Blaine’s shirt up towards his armpits, pushing it up and holding it there while he placed a row of kisses across Blaine’s abdomen from one hip to the other. When he reached the opposite hipbone, he paused to suck a tiny mark onto the skin there, pleased when he heard Blaine’s breathing catch and felt his hips shift almost imperceptibly upwards. Kurt reached his hands up to Blaine’s shoulders and squeezed firmly once before dragging his fingernails down against Blaine’s chest, allowing them to catch on his nipples and pull against his skin. Blaine made a guttural noise and arched off the bed into Kurt’s hands, pressing against whatever slight pressure he could get from them. Kurt pulled Blaine’s shirt off the rest of the way, easing it gently over his head and throwing it off the edge of the bed before swinging a leg over Blaine’s hips and straddling him.
Blaine reached forward and rested his hands on Kurt’s hips, squeezing in no particular rhythm, his eyes resting on Kurt’s mouth where Kurt was biting down on his lip in concentration. “Kurt… Please, kiss me.”
Kurt smirked. “I thought you wanted me to be in control? Don’t I get to make decisions like that for you?”
Blaine let his head fall back onto the pillow with a grunt, closing his eyes tight and digging his fingertips into Kurt’s skin. Kurt leaned forward and took Blaine’s chin in his hand. “Open your eyes, Blaine.”
Blaine did as he was told, meeting Kurt’s gaze with a hungry expression. Kurt grinned at him for a second before he leaned down and licked roughly across Blaine’s mouth, grasping his chin roughly in his hand and holding him still as he tasted. He pulled back to meet Blaine’s gaze briefly before moving close and pressing his lips gently to Blaine’s, swallowing the soft noises that Blaine was making as Kurt kissed him. Kurt pulled back, sitting back on Blaine’s hips and moving his hand to cup Blaine’s jaw gently.
“Like that?” he asked quietly.
Blaine answered with a noise that sounded something like a half heartedly swallowed moan and nodded his head vigorously. “Yes. Perfect. Kurt…”
Kurt hummed and leaned down again, using his hand on Blaine’s jaw to tilt Blaine’s head to the side and licked from Blaine’s collarbone to his earlobe in one long line. When he reached his ear, he took the shell between his teeth and nibbled gently before moving back down and mouthing at his collarbone, tracing whirling patterns with his tongue. He stroked across Blaine’s cheek with his thumb as he did so, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath the pad of his finger. Kurt trailed kisses down Blaine’s torso, feeling his chest heave with his labored breathing as he did so. He moved both hands down to hold Blaine at his waist, rubbing circles with his thumbs against the skin there as he nuzzled his nose into the bit of soft hair below Blaine’s belly button, inhaling his warmth. Despite the fall chill that had been hanging in the air, Blaine still smelled like summer, warm and spicy and clean.
Kurt pulled the waistband of Blaine’s underwear down half an inch and ran his tongue along the first groove that had been left etched into Blaine’s skin by the tight elastic. Blaine twitched and shivered, his hands moving to slip into Kurt’s hair, their hold firm but not tight, caressing gently. He rolled his hips up where they were pressed high on Kurt’s chest, attempting to rub himself on something, anything to release the pressure that was building up inside him. Kurt chuckled and tugged Blaine’s underwear off of him, sliding it down his legs and tossing it off the bed. He placed his hands on Blaine’s ankles and slid them slowly up his legs, marveling at the drag and pull of the coarse hair against his palms and the solid feel of muscle beneath the surprisingly soft skin. He followed the path of his trailing hands with his mouth, pressing hot kisses to Blaine’s shins, ankles, thighs, and then finally to the indent where his legs met his hips. Kurt licked over the sensitive skin there before biting down harshly just to see how Blaine’s hands gripped desperately at the sheets on either side of him.
Kurt paused and looked up at Blaine, whose head was pressed back into the pillows as he clenched at the sheets, mouth parted as he breathed heavily. He allowed an evil grin to trace its way across his face before he spoke. “Are you ready? Because once I start, I’m not going to want to stop.”
Blaine picked his head up off the bed and looked down at Kurt. He smiled rather goofily before replying, “So ready. God, I want you. I want whatever you’ll give me.”
“Good. Because I’m about to show you just what makes you mine, and mine alone. Not some girl at the mall’s. You’re mine, Blaine. I own you.”
Blaine groaned and slammed his head back into the pillows, thrusting up next to Kurt’s face. Kurt growled, pinning Blaine’s hips to the bed with a forearm pressed across his belly. He leaned over and licked once up Blaine’s cock from root to tip, pleased to feel it twitch against his tongue as he did so, before sinking his mouth down around the head and rolling his tongue against the underside, flicking the tip against the nerves there. He pressed his mouth down further, taking more of Blaine in, and wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock, jerking him off as his mouth surrounded as much as it could. Kurt sucked hard around Blaine and pressed down harder with the hand across his hips as Blaine began to thrust helplessly up into Kurt’s mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on Blaine’s cock, lifting his gaze up to watch his boyfriend’s reactions as he thrashed underneath him, his fingers still twisted in the sheets on either side. Blaine’s face was scrunched up in pleasure, his eyebrows pushing upwards as his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hung open in a soundless scream. Kurt pulled off of Blaine’s dick for a moment and looked up at him, still hovering with his mouth dangerously close to his boyfriend’s erection.
“Blaine. Look at me.”
Blaine’s eyes snapped open and he met Kurt’s gaze as Kurt started to lazily jerk him off, using his own saliva to slide his hand up and down Blaine’s length, twisting his wrist at the head, all the while staring up at Blaine, who didn’t seem able to break the eye contact. Kurt leaned closer and flicked his tongue out over Blaine’s slit before taking him between his lips and sinking slowly back down, maintaining eye contact until he was as far as he could go. Then he pulled off entirely and with one final twist of his hand around Blaine’s cock, he moved off of his boyfriend and knelt beside him. Blaine began to protest the loss of his boyfriend’s body against his own but Kurt cut him off.
“Turn over on your stomach and put a pillow under your hips.”
Blaine’s eyes widened and then rolled back in his head briefly before he did as he was told. He maneuvered himself so his hips were propped up off the bed high enough for Kurt to be able to have enough access for whatever he was planning next. He let himself fall forward onto the two pillows underneath him and rutted helplessly against them, aching for friction against his too-tight skin. Kurt ran a hand over Blaine’s ass before tapping it lightly and leaning over to rummage through the drawer in his nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on the bed next to them. Blaine shifted next to him and Kurt reached out to squeeze one of Blaine’s ass cheeks in his hand, feeling the tension in his body melting away as Kurt touched him. Kurt pushed Blaine’s legs apart and slid down between them so that his face was level with Blaine’s ass as he lay on his stomach. He placed a hand on each of Blaine ass cheeks, watching as the muscles in his boyfriend’s back rippled across his shoulders as he stretched his arms out above himself. Kurt kneaded Blaine’s ass for a moment before spreading him and taking a moment to just look, marveling at the way the his skin changed color as it changed texture and how Blaine’s hole was already clenching down around nothing in anticipation. Kurt leaned forward and bit down gently at the juncture of skin where Blaine’s right thigh met his ass cheek and Blaine cried out underneath him.
“Do you want me?” Kurt asked, his voice muffled slightly as he pressed into Blaine’s skin.
“Y-yes. Please.”
“Then tell me who you belong to.” Kurt leaned forward and dragged the back of his tongue down from the top of Blaine’s crack before pressing his open mouth firmly against his hole and lapping at the tight skin with his tongue. He sucked roughly as Blaine yelled something unintelligible and bucked his hips back towards Kurt’s face. Kurt pulled away, his hands gripping hard onto Blaine’s ass to hold him down to the bed and bit down on his ass cheek before asking again.
“Tell me who you belong to, Blaine. Or you get nothing.”
Blaine groaned brokenly into the mattress and turned his face so he could speak clearly. “You.”
Kurt hummed in approval and pressed his thumbs down into the crease of Blaine’s ass, not giving him enough pressure to feel anything, teasing him with each touch. “Who?”
“God. Just… You, Kurt. You. I belong to you.” Blaine bucked his hips back again, trying desperately to feel more.
“Good boy. So very good.” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s ass again and pulled his cheeks apart before pressing his face close, not quite touching, and blew a gentle stream of cool air onto Blaine’s hole. Blaine mewled into the mattress and rutted down against the pillows that were still propping him up. Kurt stuck his tongue out and pushed it into the circle of tight muscle in front of him, squeezing Blaine’s ass more firmly with his hands as Blaine writhed at the touch. He pulled out and began licking insistently at the hot skin, tasting Blaine thoroughly, feeling the softness of the skin and the heat of it and the way his hairs felt rough against his tongue. Kurt groaned and slid his tongue inside, fucking Blaine on his tongue as he held him spread, held him vulnerable beneath him.
“Kurt, gah. Oh my God, Kurt, please. Please just… More, anything, please. Ungh.”
Kurt pushed his tongue in further until his nose was pressed up flush against Blaine’s skin. He breathed in the heavy scent there and closed his eyes, reveling in the thought that this boy so open beneath him was all his. And he was so fucking hungry for him. Kurt moaned against Blaine’s skin and pulled out, licking once in a circle around the puckered skin before pulling away and reaching for the discarded lube. Blaine whined at the loss of contact but realized quickly what Kurt was reaching for and arched his back even further, sticking himself up in the air for Kurt.
“God, look at you. So fucking needy, Blaine. Want my fingers in your ass so fucking bad.” Kurt leaned over Blaine, still clutching the lube in one hand and bit down on the back of his neck, breathing out against the sweat dampened skin there. “All mine. All fucking mine.”
“Kurt, fuck, yes all yours, always yours, Kurt please, Kurt…”
Kurt took a moment to slide his own briefs off before settling back against Blaine’s thighs, his own erection pressed against the back of Blaine’s leg. He rubbed against Blaine for a moment, savoring the choked off gasps that came from his boyfriend as he felt Kurt pressing against him. Kurt grunted and grasped Blaine’s hips, lifting him up even further from the bed and forcing his knees under his body so that his ass stuck out in the air. He moaned and ran his hands over the curve of Blaine’s ass before reaching for the lube and coating a finger in it. Kurt knelt between Blaine’s spread legs and reached forward to trace tiny circles around Blaine’s entrance with his fingertip. Blaine hissed and attempted to push back onto Kurt’s finger, seeking out more pressure. Kurt chuckled and pressed just the tip of his index finger into the tight muscle, holding Blaine’s ass with his other hand to prevent him from pushing back onto him. “What do you want?” Kurt asked.
“Want you to fuck me,” Blaine mumbled into the mattress.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite make it out.”
Blaine turned his head to look back over his shoulder at his boyfriend. He replied through gritted teeth. “I want. You. To fuck me. Please.”
“Hmm, I think I can manage that.” Kurt smirked and pressed his finger all the way in, enjoying the slick slide and wet heat that surrounded him. Blaine moaned and pressed back against him, taking him in all the way to the last knuckle. “You’re very relaxed today. Or have you been enjoying yourself on your own time?”
“I may have been - Ah! - I may have been… practicing a bit.” A thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover Blaine’s neck and shoulders, and Kurt reached out with the hand that had previously been holding Blaine down and trailed his fingertips through it, collecting the moisture on his own skin. He let his hand slide down to Blaine’s waist and squeezed, before scratching his fingernails all the way down to Blaine’s ass.
“You really do belong to me, don’t you Blaine. Say it again.” Kurt purred, crooking his finger inside of Blaine and pressing against his prostate for the first time that evening.
“I - Jesus, fuck, Kurt! - I belong to you. I’m yours, Kurt, just please, more, please fuck me.” Blaine stammered, his fingers digging into the sheets above his head and his back arching impossibly hard.
Kurt pulled his finger out and rubbed more lube into his hand before returning and pushing two fingers into Blaine’s hole, twisting them as they slid through the tight opening. He rested his hand on Blaine’s ass and let him fuck backwards onto his hand, allowed him to drive himself wild as he fucked himself on Kurt’s fingers. Kurt leaned forward, fingers still buried deep inside Blaine, and pressed a trail of openmouthed kissed across his back and his crooked his fingers again, pressing them hard against Blaine’s prostate and drawing out a high-pitched keening noise from the boy underneath him as he did so. He scissored his fingers a few times before pulling them out and sliding in again, this time with three fingers. Kurt watched as Blaine bucked backwards onto his hand with erratic motions, twisting his fingers in the sheets and muffling his cries against the mattress. He twisted his fingers down, finding the spot that made Blaine see stars, and massaged at it with his fingertips.
Kurt leaned forward over Blaine and forced his fingers deeper in his ass as he whispered in his ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how desperate you are for it.” Kurt ended his sentence with a bite to the muscle of Blaine’s shoulder, soothing over the soon to be bruised skin with soft licks of his tongue. Fuck, Blaine tasted amazing. He tasted deliciously of salty sweat, and underneath that Kurt could taste the flavor of boy that was so inherently Blaine.
“Please, Kurt, please just… I need you inside of me now. Please. I need it. I need you.”
“Fuck,” Kurt muttered, lifting off of Blaine’s back and reaching for the lube again. He squirted some in his palm and recapped the bottle, tossing it aside to get it out of the way before reaching down to slick up his cock. Kurt hissed as he touched himself, realizing just how rock hard he’d been this entire time. He hadn’t been paying much attention to himself but had chosen rather to enjoy Blaine’s body and the noises that he made. Only for Kurt. Only ever for Kurt. Call him possessive, but it was what it was. He shifted his hips forward and rubbed the head of his cock against Blaine’s hole, letting him feel it before he pressed inside. Blaine moaned as Kurt teased him, pressing backwards in an attempt to get Kurt to slide inside him, but Kurt held him back.
“One more time, Blaine. Who do you belong to?”
“Kurt. I belong to you. Fuck, please…”
Kurt groaned low in his throat and pressed forward through the tight ring of muscle, finally allowing himself to slide inside Blaine. He sank down into the heat of his boyfriend’s body until he was pressed up against him and slid his shaking hands up towards Blaine’s shoulders. He massaged his shoulders for a moment as he let Blaine get adjusted to having Kurt inside him and Blaine sighed quietly, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets above his head. Finally, he wiggled his ass slightly, pushing back onto Kurt’s hips and moaned at the sensation as Kurt spread him open and filled him.
Kurt slid his hands back to Blaine’s waist and grasped him tightly at his sides, thumbs sliding into the dip of Blaine’s back, stroking and rubbing circles there. He pushed gently until Blaine’s back was bowed, his belly pushing forward into the bed and his ass sticking up high in the air as Kurt pressed into him.
Blaine let out a high pitched whine as he allowed his body to be bent. “Fuck, Kurt. Your hands… So big… Your hands are so big, they feel so good. Please. Move, please.”
Kurt gripped Blaine hard and drew out slowly, savoring the drag of heated skin against his cock, before slamming back into Blaine in one quick thrust. Blaine cried out and buried his face in the mattress again, rutting back helplessly onto his boyfriend’s cock. Kurt began to thrust, finding a rhythm that suited their angle and enhanced the slick slide of Blaine’s sweat damped thighs as they pressed against the fronts of Kurt’s own. Kurt threw his head back and groaned, letting his eyes fall closed as he quickened his pace, sliding relentlessly in and out of Blaine. “Mine, Blaine. All mine. Show everyone… Mine. Gonna fuck you so hard.”
Kurt leaned down and slid his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him up flush against himself so that Blaine’s back was pressed against Kurt’s chest. There was so much heat this way, the intensity of the sensations against their skin multiplied as they slid together, friction building where hair rubbed skin. Kurt fucked into him harder, his pace quickening even further as Blaine leaned his head back onto Kurt’s shoulder and moaned into his ear. Blaine’s cock stood out in front of his body, bouncing as Kurt thrust. It was red and dripping, the veins standing out prominently as it bobbed. Kurt reached down and wrapped a hand around Blaine’s cock while keeping one arm around his chest to hold him up. He pumped in time with his thrusts while the hand that lay against Blaine’s chest found one of his nipples and rolled in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Say it. One more time.” Kurt growled as he thrust faster, the bed beneath his knees shaking as it struggled to support his momentum.
Blaine let out a strangled cry before gasping out his answer. “Yours! Kurt!”
“Fuck, yes. Mine.” Kurt’s voice was low and dangerous in Blaine’s ear and his tongue flicked out to trail a bead of sweat that was dripping off of Blaine’s hair line. He rocked into Blaine, pressing up maniacally, willing him to come with every thrust. Blaine trembled, his body pulsing as he tried to reason between pressing back onto Kurt’s cock or forward into Kurt’s tight fist. Blaine’s arms came up to wrap around Kurt’s neck, everything backwards and frantic and too warm and Kurt scratched his nails across Blaine’s nipple and thrust in harder and it was exactly what Blaine needed as he came over Kurt’s hand, his body spasming as he struggled to stay upright through his orgasm. Kurt held him tightly, kissing his neck and whispering “I love you, you’re amazing.” in his ear as he came down.
Once Blaine had stopped shaking against him, Kurt lowered him down onto his stomach and pulled out of him. He rubbed his hands once more over Blaine’s ass before speaking. “Turn over, onto your back.”
Blaine flipped over and spread his legs again, his face flushed and damp as he gazed up at Kurt through heavy eyes. Kurt hooked his hands behind Blaine’s knees and forced his legs towards his chest, forcing him open as he slid back inside in one quick, easy thrust. Blaine groaned and let his head fall back against the bed, his own hands coming to rest on Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt began to thrust quickly, Blaine’s hole clenching down on him in his over sensitive state. Kurt whimpered and leaned forward, folding Blaine almost in half, to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss as he thrust. Blaine’s hands slid across Kurt’s strong shoulders and he scratched lightly with blunt fingernails as he bit down on Kurt’s lower lip, and Kurt finally allowed himself to come, spilling inside of Blaine as he thrust through his orgasm. He slipped out quickly, far too sensitive after lasting so long, and collapsed forward onto Blaine’s chest. Blaine let his legs fall to the side and stretched them out as he ran his fingers gently through Kurt’s sweat damp hair, massaging his scalp as Kurt breathed heavily against him.
Kurt propped himself up on his elbows and rested his chin on Blaine’s chest, gazing up at his boyfriend as he smiled down at him. “I love you so much, Blaine.”
Blaine slipped a hand out of Kurt’s hair to caress his cheek softly. “I love you, too. And I love how jealous you get. It makes me feel so very wanted.”
Kurt turned his head to the side, kissing Blaine’s palm and mumbled his response against it. “You are wanted. More than you could ever know.” Kurt picked up a corner of the flat sheet that had gotten shunted off to the corner during the course of the evening and rubbed it across Blaine’s chest, cleaning up sweat and come, before pushing himself off of Blaine and moving back between his legs to clean them both of the lube that had collected on their skin. Unsatisfied with the results, Kurt got up and went to the bathroom, returned with a warm, damp washcloth that he used to clean them both up before throwing it in the direction of the hamper.
He shoved Blaine gently on the shoulder. “Up, you. Let me change the sheets so we can take a nap before everyone gets home. We’ve got at least two hours.”
Blaine rolled to the edge of the bed and fell to the floor, not even bothering trying to stand because he knew he wouldn’t be able to just quite yet. Kurt giggled and pulled the dirty sheets from the bed before throwing a set of clean midnight blue ones across it. He crawled across the bed and peered over the edge at Blaine, who was sprawled on his back on the floor, one arm flung across his eyes. “Are you coming?”
“Already did that,” Blaine said, a grin spreading across the visible half of his face. Kurt reached down and grabbed his hand, tugging until he pulled himself back up onto the bed. Kurt grabbed a soft fleece blanket from the end of the bed and held it out, ready to cover them both. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the pillows and pressed his nose to the spot where Kurt’s neck met his shoulder, curling against him and breathing deeply in the wonderful scent of the warm boy beneath him. Kurt threw the blanket over them both before wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, holding him close as he tangled their legs together and nuzzled into the top of Blaine’s still slightly sweaty hair. Kurt set an alarm on his phone to wake them both up well before any parents would be arriving in the house, and they both relaxed, lazy in the silence and each others’ company.
They fell asleep easily as Blaine drew patterns on Kurt’s skin with his fingertips and Kurt pressed gentle, erratic kisses into Blaine’s hair. Kurt smiled as he felt Blaine’s fingers go still against his skin, and held him just a little bit tighter, glad that for once having someone else ogle his boyfriend had turned out alright.
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Title: The Boy Is Mine
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers (if any): Klaine established relationship
Warnings: Possessive!Kurt and submissive!Blaine
Summary: Kurt usually considers himself to be a pretty civil guy. That is, until someone else is making googly eyes at Blaine from across the food court. Kurt reacts badly and smutty goodness ensues.
Author’s Note: Holy sweet jebus, this took a long time. Written for a prompt given by the lovely abbykadabbra on Tumblr, my muse and my lover. Not beta-ed, so feel free to point out any continuity errors I may have missed. Gently, of course. With class.
Word Count: ~5700 (HOOOOOW DID YOU GET THIS LONG. WHY, OH GOD WHY.)
She was doing it again. Fucking again, and there was really nothing Kurt could do about it because Blaine wasn’t even aware of the attention being given to him by the scantily-clad young lady sitting a few tables away from them in the mall’s food court as she stared longingly at him. Kurt shot her a glare and took Blaine’s free hand into his own, rubbing across the knuckles with his fingertips. Bimbo Boobs responded by pulling her top down just a little to reveal an obscene amount of luxurious cleavage that Kurt was sure had won her many a boy before.
Or at least, won her many a lay. Thank God Kurt knew Blaine was immune to this blatant display of sexually transmitted disease-ridden sexuality.
Kurt reached a hand out and slipped his fingers gently into Blaine’s hair, stroking his thumb along the nape of his neck and scratching gently against his scalp. Blaine closed his eyes and leaned his head back into Kurt’s hand, humming his approval. Kurt smirked. Watch this, girlie, he thought. The boy’s all mine.
“Mmm, what’s gotten into you?” Blaine sighed and opened his eyes to meet Kurt’s, smiling gently. He leaned across the space in between them and pressed a firm kiss to Kurt’s mouth. “You’re never usually this affectionate when we’re in public.”
“Well, you know… I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” Kurt replied, his eyes flicking to where Bimbo Boobs was now staring at him as though she wanted to shove her salad fork into his throat. She picked up her tray and shoved it rather forcefully on top of the garbage can before stalking away, her skirt riding dangerously low on her hips.
Blaine followed Kurt’s gaze and chuckled lightly when he realized what was getting on Kurt’s nerves. “She looks like she should be making her living doing really bad porno. Or maybe she just really admires Pamela Anderson. But you don’t need to judge her outfit too harshly, at least she’s matching her colors appropriately.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow and stared at his boyfriend incredulously. “You think I was criticizing her outfit? Honey, not even my expert advice could have saved that monstrosity. No… She was just… She kept making lewd faces at you and eating her salad like she was blowing it. It was a little… obscene. She kept licking the dressing off of everything before eating it. Those poor carrots.”
Blaine’s mouth had gone slack as he listened to Kurt talking and his eyes were slightly glazed over. Kurt snapped his fingers in front of Blaine’s face and waved his hand. “Blaine? You alive there?”
Blaine looked at Kurt’s hand for a second before looking back up at his face. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard. “You… You’re jealous. You’re jealous of some dumb girl. Kurt, I like boys.”
Kurt frowned. “No, you don’t. You like me. Boy. Singular.”
“No, I love you, boy singular. I’m done shopping, can we go back to your house now?”
“Yeah, of course. Dad and Carole won’t be back until around eight tonight and Finn’s at Puck’s for a marathon Mario session. They never invite me because they know I’d kick their asses.” Kurt stood up from the table and shouldered his messenger bag, tugging Blaine behind him as he led the way out to his car. As Kurt fumbled through the front pocket of his bag for his keys, he was surprised to feel Blaine pressing up against his back, his arms wrapped low around Kurt’s waist and his face pressed between Kurt’s shoulder blades. “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Can I help you with something?”
“Maybe…” Blaine murmured, and pressed his hips forward into Kurt’s ass, and oh… Kurt inhaled sharply, freezing in his search for his keys as Blaine’s arms tightened around his waist and he felt a kiss being pressed to his shoulder blade through his shirt.
“Blaine, what are you…”
“Have I ever told you…?” Blaine began, tracing a fingertip lightly along the hem of Kurt’s sweater. “Have I ever told you that I find it insanely hot when you get jealous? You get so possessive. I love that, Kurt. I love that you want me to be yours and yours alone.” Blaine ended his sentence with a particularly rough grind of his hips against Kurt’s backside, humming against his neck.
“I think,” Kurt gulped, finally finding his keys and unlocking the car doors. “I think we need to go back to my house right now. And I think we need to make good use of the time in which it will be empty. Get in the car.”
Blaine grinned and walked around the back of the car to get into the passenger seat. Kurt started the engine and had gotten as far pulling onto the road outside of the shopping center before Blaine was reaching over and running his hand roughly along Kurt’s thigh, inching closer to his crotch with each pass. Kurt choked back a moan and glanced over at his boyfriend in the passenger seat to find him pressing the palm of his other hand into the front of his jeans, biting his lip as he did so.
“Fuck,” Kurt muttered, speeding up ever so slightly. By the time they reached his house, Blaine’s hand had found its way to the front of Kurt’s jeans and was pressing insistently against his erection. As soon as Kurt cut the engine, both boys were out the doors of the car and running up the front walk to the house. Kurt shoved the key in the door and they rushed through it, Blaine already taking off his jacket before he was even all the way in the house. As soon as Kurt had shut and locked the door behind him, Blaine was shoving his hands underneath Kurt’s sweater, stroking at the hot skin of his stomach as his mouth found the sensitive spot under Kurt’s earlobe, nipping and sucking. Kurt hissed and slammed back against the door, his hands flying to Blaine’s shoulders and holding him still.
“Blaine. Blaine. Seriously. What has gotten into you?”
Blaine unlatched himself from Kurt’s neck with a confused noise, looking up and meeting his boyfriend’s gaze with dark eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Well, usually, you’re a bit more… reserved, if you will. In the bedroom. Not that we’re in the bedroom, but you know what I mean.” Kurt waved a flippant hand, rolling his eyes as he spoke.
Blaine’s smile faltered slightly. His eyes darted to the left before coming back up to meet Kurt’s. “I just… I really liked it when you got all possessive of me. It just… I liked it. Being yours.”
“Blaine…?” Kurt pressed, knowing that Blaine was thinking more than he was letting on.
“Please don’t make me say it Kurt. It’s embarrassing.”
“Nothing you could ever say to me should ever make you feel embarrassed. You can tell me anything, Blaine. I love you.” Kurt pressed his hand against the side of Blaine’s face and rubbed his thumb across the corner of Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine sighed and whispered something unintelligible. Kurt put his hands on Blaine’s waist and pulled him closer gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What’d you say?”
Blaine took a deep breath. “I think… I think I’d like it if… If you took control. And just did whatever you wanted. You know… when we’re… being intimate.” Blaine leaned forward and pressed his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck, hiding from him.
“Are you… sure?”
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and hugged him tightly. “Yes… Absolutely.”
“Oh, God… Upstairs, Blaine. Now.”
Blaine ripped himself away from Kurt and hurried up the stairs, almost tripping over his feet when he got to the landing. Kurt followed and pushed him through the doorway of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He grasped the front of Blaine’s shirt and pulled him in for a harsh kiss before reaching down to fumble with the button on his jeans, his fingertips grazing Blaine’s cock where it pushed against the material at his crotch. Blaine groaned and slid his arms around Kurt’s neck, hanging on tightly and pressing his forehead into Kurt’s shoulder as Kurt slid his pants down past his knees and helped him to step out of them. Kurt paused for a moment to take in the sight of Blaine straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs, gripping his hips tightly.
“Kurt, please.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Get on the bed.” Kurt pulled his own shirt over his head and laid it over the back of his desk chair before stepping out of his own jeans as well. He took his time to stretch out the kinks in his shoulders for a moment, pushing his arms up high above his head and leaning from side to side before kneeling on the bed and leaning forward to crawl towards Blaine, who was rubbing erratically at his own hips. Kurt positioned himself on his knees next to his boyfriend before he reached forward and tugged Blaine’s shirt up towards his armpits, pushing it up and holding it there while he placed a row of kisses across Blaine’s abdomen from one hip to the other. When he reached the opposite hipbone, he paused to suck a tiny mark onto the skin there, pleased when he heard Blaine’s breathing catch and felt his hips shift almost imperceptibly upwards. Kurt reached his hands up to Blaine’s shoulders and squeezed firmly once before dragging his fingernails down against Blaine’s chest, allowing them to catch on his nipples and pull against his skin. Blaine made a guttural noise and arched off the bed into Kurt’s hands, pressing against whatever slight pressure he could get from them. Kurt pulled Blaine’s shirt off the rest of the way, easing it gently over his head and throwing it off the edge of the bed before swinging a leg over Blaine’s hips and straddling him.
Blaine reached forward and rested his hands on Kurt’s hips, squeezing in no particular rhythm, his eyes resting on Kurt’s mouth where Kurt was biting down on his lip in concentration. “Kurt… Please, kiss me.”
Kurt smirked. “I thought you wanted me to be in control? Don’t I get to make decisions like that for you?”
Blaine let his head fall back onto the pillow with a grunt, closing his eyes tight and digging his fingertips into Kurt’s skin. Kurt leaned forward and took Blaine’s chin in his hand. “Open your eyes, Blaine.”
Blaine did as he was told, meeting Kurt’s gaze with a hungry expression. Kurt grinned at him for a second before he leaned down and licked roughly across Blaine’s mouth, grasping his chin roughly in his hand and holding him still as he tasted. He pulled back to meet Blaine’s gaze briefly before moving close and pressing his lips gently to Blaine’s, swallowing the soft noises that Blaine was making as Kurt kissed him. Kurt pulled back, sitting back on Blaine’s hips and moving his hand to cup Blaine’s jaw gently.
“Like that?” he asked quietly.
Blaine answered with a noise that sounded something like a half heartedly swallowed moan and nodded his head vigorously. “Yes. Perfect. Kurt…”
Kurt hummed and leaned down again, using his hand on Blaine’s jaw to tilt Blaine’s head to the side and licked from Blaine’s collarbone to his earlobe in one long line. When he reached his ear, he took the shell between his teeth and nibbled gently before moving back down and mouthing at his collarbone, tracing whirling patterns with his tongue. He stroked across Blaine’s cheek with his thumb as he did so, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath the pad of his finger. Kurt trailed kisses down Blaine’s torso, feeling his chest heave with his labored breathing as he did so. He moved both hands down to hold Blaine at his waist, rubbing circles with his thumbs against the skin there as he nuzzled his nose into the bit of soft hair below Blaine’s belly button, inhaling his warmth. Despite the fall chill that had been hanging in the air, Blaine still smelled like summer, warm and spicy and clean.
Kurt pulled the waistband of Blaine’s underwear down half an inch and ran his tongue along the first groove that had been left etched into Blaine’s skin by the tight elastic. Blaine twitched and shivered, his hands moving to slip into Kurt’s hair, their hold firm but not tight, caressing gently. He rolled his hips up where they were pressed high on Kurt’s chest, attempting to rub himself on something, anything to release the pressure that was building up inside him. Kurt chuckled and tugged Blaine’s underwear off of him, sliding it down his legs and tossing it off the bed. He placed his hands on Blaine’s ankles and slid them slowly up his legs, marveling at the drag and pull of the coarse hair against his palms and the solid feel of muscle beneath the surprisingly soft skin. He followed the path of his trailing hands with his mouth, pressing hot kisses to Blaine’s shins, ankles, thighs, and then finally to the indent where his legs met his hips. Kurt licked over the sensitive skin there before biting down harshly just to see how Blaine’s hands gripped desperately at the sheets on either side of him.
Kurt paused and looked up at Blaine, whose head was pressed back into the pillows as he clenched at the sheets, mouth parted as he breathed heavily. He allowed an evil grin to trace its way across his face before he spoke. “Are you ready? Because once I start, I’m not going to want to stop.”
Blaine picked his head up off the bed and looked down at Kurt. He smiled rather goofily before replying, “So ready. God, I want you. I want whatever you’ll give me.”
“Good. Because I’m about to show you just what makes you mine, and mine alone. Not some girl at the mall’s. You’re mine, Blaine. I own you.”
Blaine groaned and slammed his head back into the pillows, thrusting up next to Kurt’s face. Kurt growled, pinning Blaine’s hips to the bed with a forearm pressed across his belly. He leaned over and licked once up Blaine’s cock from root to tip, pleased to feel it twitch against his tongue as he did so, before sinking his mouth down around the head and rolling his tongue against the underside, flicking the tip against the nerves there. He pressed his mouth down further, taking more of Blaine in, and wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock, jerking him off as his mouth surrounded as much as it could. Kurt sucked hard around Blaine and pressed down harder with the hand across his hips as Blaine began to thrust helplessly up into Kurt’s mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on Blaine’s cock, lifting his gaze up to watch his boyfriend’s reactions as he thrashed underneath him, his fingers still twisted in the sheets on either side. Blaine’s face was scrunched up in pleasure, his eyebrows pushing upwards as his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hung open in a soundless scream. Kurt pulled off of Blaine’s dick for a moment and looked up at him, still hovering with his mouth dangerously close to his boyfriend’s erection.
“Blaine. Look at me.”
Blaine’s eyes snapped open and he met Kurt’s gaze as Kurt started to lazily jerk him off, using his own saliva to slide his hand up and down Blaine’s length, twisting his wrist at the head, all the while staring up at Blaine, who didn’t seem able to break the eye contact. Kurt leaned closer and flicked his tongue out over Blaine’s slit before taking him between his lips and sinking slowly back down, maintaining eye contact until he was as far as he could go. Then he pulled off entirely and with one final twist of his hand around Blaine’s cock, he moved off of his boyfriend and knelt beside him. Blaine began to protest the loss of his boyfriend’s body against his own but Kurt cut him off.
“Turn over on your stomach and put a pillow under your hips.”
Blaine’s eyes widened and then rolled back in his head briefly before he did as he was told. He maneuvered himself so his hips were propped up off the bed high enough for Kurt to be able to have enough access for whatever he was planning next. He let himself fall forward onto the two pillows underneath him and rutted helplessly against them, aching for friction against his too-tight skin. Kurt ran a hand over Blaine’s ass before tapping it lightly and leaning over to rummage through the drawer in his nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on the bed next to them. Blaine shifted next to him and Kurt reached out to squeeze one of Blaine’s ass cheeks in his hand, feeling the tension in his body melting away as Kurt touched him. Kurt pushed Blaine’s legs apart and slid down between them so that his face was level with Blaine’s ass as he lay on his stomach. He placed a hand on each of Blaine ass cheeks, watching as the muscles in his boyfriend’s back rippled across his shoulders as he stretched his arms out above himself. Kurt kneaded Blaine’s ass for a moment before spreading him and taking a moment to just look, marveling at the way the his skin changed color as it changed texture and how Blaine’s hole was already clenching down around nothing in anticipation. Kurt leaned forward and bit down gently at the juncture of skin where Blaine’s right thigh met his ass cheek and Blaine cried out underneath him.
“Do you want me?” Kurt asked, his voice muffled slightly as he pressed into Blaine’s skin.
“Y-yes. Please.”
“Then tell me who you belong to.” Kurt leaned forward and dragged the back of his tongue down from the top of Blaine’s crack before pressing his open mouth firmly against his hole and lapping at the tight skin with his tongue. He sucked roughly as Blaine yelled something unintelligible and bucked his hips back towards Kurt’s face. Kurt pulled away, his hands gripping hard onto Blaine’s ass to hold him down to the bed and bit down on his ass cheek before asking again.
“Tell me who you belong to, Blaine. Or you get nothing.”
Blaine groaned brokenly into the mattress and turned his face so he could speak clearly. “You.”
Kurt hummed in approval and pressed his thumbs down into the crease of Blaine’s ass, not giving him enough pressure to feel anything, teasing him with each touch. “Who?”
“God. Just… You, Kurt. You. I belong to you.” Blaine bucked his hips back again, trying desperately to feel more.
“Good boy. So very good.” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s ass again and pulled his cheeks apart before pressing his face close, not quite touching, and blew a gentle stream of cool air onto Blaine’s hole. Blaine mewled into the mattress and rutted down against the pillows that were still propping him up. Kurt stuck his tongue out and pushed it into the circle of tight muscle in front of him, squeezing Blaine’s ass more firmly with his hands as Blaine writhed at the touch. He pulled out and began licking insistently at the hot skin, tasting Blaine thoroughly, feeling the softness of the skin and the heat of it and the way his hairs felt rough against his tongue. Kurt groaned and slid his tongue inside, fucking Blaine on his tongue as he held him spread, held him vulnerable beneath him.
“Kurt, gah. Oh my God, Kurt, please. Please just… More, anything, please. Ungh.”
Kurt pushed his tongue in further until his nose was pressed up flush against Blaine’s skin. He breathed in the heavy scent there and closed his eyes, reveling in the thought that this boy so open beneath him was all his. And he was so fucking hungry for him. Kurt moaned against Blaine’s skin and pulled out, licking once in a circle around the puckered skin before pulling away and reaching for the discarded lube. Blaine whined at the loss of contact but realized quickly what Kurt was reaching for and arched his back even further, sticking himself up in the air for Kurt.
“God, look at you. So fucking needy, Blaine. Want my fingers in your ass so fucking bad.” Kurt leaned over Blaine, still clutching the lube in one hand and bit down on the back of his neck, breathing out against the sweat dampened skin there. “All mine. All fucking mine.”
“Kurt, fuck, yes all yours, always yours, Kurt please, Kurt…”
Kurt took a moment to slide his own briefs off before settling back against Blaine’s thighs, his own erection pressed against the back of Blaine’s leg. He rubbed against Blaine for a moment, savoring the choked off gasps that came from his boyfriend as he felt Kurt pressing against him. Kurt grunted and grasped Blaine’s hips, lifting him up even further from the bed and forcing his knees under his body so that his ass stuck out in the air. He moaned and ran his hands over the curve of Blaine’s ass before reaching for the lube and coating a finger in it. Kurt knelt between Blaine’s spread legs and reached forward to trace tiny circles around Blaine’s entrance with his fingertip. Blaine hissed and attempted to push back onto Kurt’s finger, seeking out more pressure. Kurt chuckled and pressed just the tip of his index finger into the tight muscle, holding Blaine’s ass with his other hand to prevent him from pushing back onto him. “What do you want?” Kurt asked.
“Want you to fuck me,” Blaine mumbled into the mattress.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite make it out.”
Blaine turned his head to look back over his shoulder at his boyfriend. He replied through gritted teeth. “I want. You. To fuck me. Please.”
“Hmm, I think I can manage that.” Kurt smirked and pressed his finger all the way in, enjoying the slick slide and wet heat that surrounded him. Blaine moaned and pressed back against him, taking him in all the way to the last knuckle. “You’re very relaxed today. Or have you been enjoying yourself on your own time?”
“I may have been - Ah! - I may have been… practicing a bit.” A thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover Blaine’s neck and shoulders, and Kurt reached out with the hand that had previously been holding Blaine down and trailed his fingertips through it, collecting the moisture on his own skin. He let his hand slide down to Blaine’s waist and squeezed, before scratching his fingernails all the way down to Blaine’s ass.
“You really do belong to me, don’t you Blaine. Say it again.” Kurt purred, crooking his finger inside of Blaine and pressing against his prostate for the first time that evening.
“I - Jesus, fuck, Kurt! - I belong to you. I’m yours, Kurt, just please, more, please fuck me.” Blaine stammered, his fingers digging into the sheets above his head and his back arching impossibly hard.
Kurt pulled his finger out and rubbed more lube into his hand before returning and pushing two fingers into Blaine’s hole, twisting them as they slid through the tight opening. He rested his hand on Blaine’s ass and let him fuck backwards onto his hand, allowed him to drive himself wild as he fucked himself on Kurt’s fingers. Kurt leaned forward, fingers still buried deep inside Blaine, and pressed a trail of openmouthed kissed across his back and his crooked his fingers again, pressing them hard against Blaine’s prostate and drawing out a high-pitched keening noise from the boy underneath him as he did so. He scissored his fingers a few times before pulling them out and sliding in again, this time with three fingers. Kurt watched as Blaine bucked backwards onto his hand with erratic motions, twisting his fingers in the sheets and muffling his cries against the mattress. He twisted his fingers down, finding the spot that made Blaine see stars, and massaged at it with his fingertips.
Kurt leaned forward over Blaine and forced his fingers deeper in his ass as he whispered in his ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how desperate you are for it.” Kurt ended his sentence with a bite to the muscle of Blaine’s shoulder, soothing over the soon to be bruised skin with soft licks of his tongue. Fuck, Blaine tasted amazing. He tasted deliciously of salty sweat, and underneath that Kurt could taste the flavor of boy that was so inherently Blaine.
“Please, Kurt, please just… I need you inside of me now. Please. I need it. I need you.”
“Fuck,” Kurt muttered, lifting off of Blaine’s back and reaching for the lube again. He squirted some in his palm and recapped the bottle, tossing it aside to get it out of the way before reaching down to slick up his cock. Kurt hissed as he touched himself, realizing just how rock hard he’d been this entire time. He hadn’t been paying much attention to himself but had chosen rather to enjoy Blaine’s body and the noises that he made. Only for Kurt. Only ever for Kurt. Call him possessive, but it was what it was. He shifted his hips forward and rubbed the head of his cock against Blaine’s hole, letting him feel it before he pressed inside. Blaine moaned as Kurt teased him, pressing backwards in an attempt to get Kurt to slide inside him, but Kurt held him back.
“One more time, Blaine. Who do you belong to?”
“Kurt. I belong to you. Fuck, please…”
Kurt groaned low in his throat and pressed forward through the tight ring of muscle, finally allowing himself to slide inside Blaine. He sank down into the heat of his boyfriend’s body until he was pressed up against him and slid his shaking hands up towards Blaine’s shoulders. He massaged his shoulders for a moment as he let Blaine get adjusted to having Kurt inside him and Blaine sighed quietly, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets above his head. Finally, he wiggled his ass slightly, pushing back onto Kurt’s hips and moaned at the sensation as Kurt spread him open and filled him.
Kurt slid his hands back to Blaine’s waist and grasped him tightly at his sides, thumbs sliding into the dip of Blaine’s back, stroking and rubbing circles there. He pushed gently until Blaine’s back was bowed, his belly pushing forward into the bed and his ass sticking up high in the air as Kurt pressed into him.
Blaine let out a high pitched whine as he allowed his body to be bent. “Fuck, Kurt. Your hands… So big… Your hands are so big, they feel so good. Please. Move, please.”
Kurt gripped Blaine hard and drew out slowly, savoring the drag of heated skin against his cock, before slamming back into Blaine in one quick thrust. Blaine cried out and buried his face in the mattress again, rutting back helplessly onto his boyfriend’s cock. Kurt began to thrust, finding a rhythm that suited their angle and enhanced the slick slide of Blaine’s sweat damped thighs as they pressed against the fronts of Kurt’s own. Kurt threw his head back and groaned, letting his eyes fall closed as he quickened his pace, sliding relentlessly in and out of Blaine. “Mine, Blaine. All mine. Show everyone… Mine. Gonna fuck you so hard.”
Kurt leaned down and slid his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him up flush against himself so that Blaine’s back was pressed against Kurt’s chest. There was so much heat this way, the intensity of the sensations against their skin multiplied as they slid together, friction building where hair rubbed skin. Kurt fucked into him harder, his pace quickening even further as Blaine leaned his head back onto Kurt’s shoulder and moaned into his ear. Blaine’s cock stood out in front of his body, bouncing as Kurt thrust. It was red and dripping, the veins standing out prominently as it bobbed. Kurt reached down and wrapped a hand around Blaine’s cock while keeping one arm around his chest to hold him up. He pumped in time with his thrusts while the hand that lay against Blaine’s chest found one of his nipples and rolled in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Say it. One more time.” Kurt growled as he thrust faster, the bed beneath his knees shaking as it struggled to support his momentum.
Blaine let out a strangled cry before gasping out his answer. “Yours! Kurt!”
“Fuck, yes. Mine.” Kurt’s voice was low and dangerous in Blaine’s ear and his tongue flicked out to trail a bead of sweat that was dripping off of Blaine’s hair line. He rocked into Blaine, pressing up maniacally, willing him to come with every thrust. Blaine trembled, his body pulsing as he tried to reason between pressing back onto Kurt’s cock or forward into Kurt’s tight fist. Blaine’s arms came up to wrap around Kurt’s neck, everything backwards and frantic and too warm and Kurt scratched his nails across Blaine’s nipple and thrust in harder and it was exactly what Blaine needed as he came over Kurt’s hand, his body spasming as he struggled to stay upright through his orgasm. Kurt held him tightly, kissing his neck and whispering “I love you, you’re amazing.” in his ear as he came down.
Once Blaine had stopped shaking against him, Kurt lowered him down onto his stomach and pulled out of him. He rubbed his hands once more over Blaine’s ass before speaking. “Turn over, onto your back.”
Blaine flipped over and spread his legs again, his face flushed and damp as he gazed up at Kurt through heavy eyes. Kurt hooked his hands behind Blaine’s knees and forced his legs towards his chest, forcing him open as he slid back inside in one quick, easy thrust. Blaine groaned and let his head fall back against the bed, his own hands coming to rest on Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt began to thrust quickly, Blaine’s hole clenching down on him in his over sensitive state. Kurt whimpered and leaned forward, folding Blaine almost in half, to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss as he thrust. Blaine’s hands slid across Kurt’s strong shoulders and he scratched lightly with blunt fingernails as he bit down on Kurt’s lower lip, and Kurt finally allowed himself to come, spilling inside of Blaine as he thrust through his orgasm. He slipped out quickly, far too sensitive after lasting so long, and collapsed forward onto Blaine’s chest. Blaine let his legs fall to the side and stretched them out as he ran his fingers gently through Kurt’s sweat damp hair, massaging his scalp as Kurt breathed heavily against him.
Kurt propped himself up on his elbows and rested his chin on Blaine’s chest, gazing up at his boyfriend as he smiled down at him. “I love you so much, Blaine.”
Blaine slipped a hand out of Kurt’s hair to caress his cheek softly. “I love you, too. And I love how jealous you get. It makes me feel so very wanted.”
Kurt turned his head to the side, kissing Blaine’s palm and mumbled his response against it. “You are wanted. More than you could ever know.” Kurt picked up a corner of the flat sheet that had gotten shunted off to the corner during the course of the evening and rubbed it across Blaine’s chest, cleaning up sweat and come, before pushing himself off of Blaine and moving back between his legs to clean them both of the lube that had collected on their skin. Unsatisfied with the results, Kurt got up and went to the bathroom, returned with a warm, damp washcloth that he used to clean them both up before throwing it in the direction of the hamper.
He shoved Blaine gently on the shoulder. “Up, you. Let me change the sheets so we can take a nap before everyone gets home. We’ve got at least two hours.”
Blaine rolled to the edge of the bed and fell to the floor, not even bothering trying to stand because he knew he wouldn’t be able to just quite yet. Kurt giggled and pulled the dirty sheets from the bed before throwing a set of clean midnight blue ones across it. He crawled across the bed and peered over the edge at Blaine, who was sprawled on his back on the floor, one arm flung across his eyes. “Are you coming?”
“Already did that,” Blaine said, a grin spreading across the visible half of his face. Kurt reached down and grabbed his hand, tugging until he pulled himself back up onto the bed. Kurt grabbed a soft fleece blanket from the end of the bed and held it out, ready to cover them both. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the pillows and pressed his nose to the spot where Kurt’s neck met his shoulder, curling against him and breathing deeply in the wonderful scent of the warm boy beneath him. Kurt threw the blanket over them both before wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, holding him close as he tangled their legs together and nuzzled into the top of Blaine’s still slightly sweaty hair. Kurt set an alarm on his phone to wake them both up well before any parents would be arriving in the house, and they both relaxed, lazy in the silence and each others’ company.
They fell asleep easily as Blaine drew patterns on Kurt’s skin with his fingertips and Kurt pressed gentle, erratic kisses into Blaine’s hair. Kurt smiled as he felt Blaine’s fingers go still against his skin, and held him just a little bit tighter, glad that for once having someone else ogle his boyfriend had turned out alright.
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