Kurt/Blaine: This Side (7/12?)
Title: This Side (7/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~2700
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
All Blaine had been able to think about for so long was blowjobs and he’d blown it.
Literally.
Kurt had been surprised but seemingly flattered, though he hadn’t exactly said as much. But Blaine knew that if the roles had been reversed, he definitely would have been. Being eighteen with a rapid recovery time that astonished even him at times, Blaine still could have received that day, but then the amount of orgasms would have been disproportionate and Blaine didn’t want his very first blowjob to be his second of the day. It was stupid, he knew, but it was how he felt.
He didn’t voice it out loud, but honestly, he felt as though he’d completely gone and ruined the moment. Kurt didn’t seem entirely disappointed when Blaine had suggested that they wait, especially when Blaine had offered to take care of things for Kurt once he’d finished.
So, the whole thing was going to be extended for another get-together. That was in no way a bad thing. As soon as Blaine had realized that that was the outcome of all of this, he couldn’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened again. Every time. Because as soon as they reached the last step, it was all going to be over.
No more kissing or touching. Back to the way it had always been. Kurt was the absolute best friend he could possibly imagine having, but he would be lying if he said that the last encounter between them wouldn’t be tinged with a little bit of sadness because honestly, who knew when he’d have sex again. And not just that, but sex with someone he felt so comfortable with. God, who knew when that would be.
The plan had been to start anew the next Thursday, but then his parents had dropped a bomb on him over lunch on Saturday. A big, beautiful bomb.
“We’re going out with the Allens tonight and won’t be back until late. If you want, you can have Kurt over to keep you company while we’re gone,” his mom had said.
“That’d be great,” Blaine said with a shrug, poking at his pasta salad with his fork and frowning at the peas hidden within. Who in the hell had ever decided that peas belonged in something as wonderful as pasta salad deserved an eternity in the fiery pits of hell as far as Blaine was concerned. “But his dad doesn’t like him to do the long drive home when it’s late.”
“He can stay the night,” his dad said, quickly clarifying. “In the guest room.”
Blaine’s chewing slowed until he was left with a mouthful of half-masticated food that he actually had to remind himself to swallow. Kurt could come over and spend the night. He wasn’t going to have to wait until Thursday. After doing the mental equivalent of a keysmash, Blaine nodded, trying his hardest to keep his cool.
“That sounds good. I’ll call him when we’re done eating.” And that had been that.
Kurt had arrived around seven-thirty with an overnight bag so big Blaine couldn’t help but wonder if he was hiding some kind of illegal contraband inside. They’d eaten dinner-leftovers from lunch that Blaine honestly didn’t even taste because all he could think about was the taste of Kurt’s tongue-brushed their teeth, and then had gotten settled in Blaine’s bedroom.
“I’m really glad this worked out for me to come over tonight,” Kurt said, sitting at the foot of Blaine’s bed with his hands folded in his lap. “I felt really bad on Thursday. I would have-“
“I know,” Blaine interrupted. “It was me. I just…”
“Wanted it to be special. I understand,” Kurt said with a nod, reaching over and taking one of Blaine’s hands in his. “I want it to be special for you, too. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it and I hope that I can do it well for you.” Blaine’s eyes were trained on Kurt’s lips for just a moment too long, resisting the urge to lick his own just imagining Kurt’s stretched around his cock.
“I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that you will,” Blaine said, finally lifting his gaze. It was just in time to prepare himself for what was coming. Kurt was moving in swiftly, his lips pressing against Blaine’s in an intense, sucking kiss, his bottom lip immediately being pulled between both of Kurt’s. Blaine moaned into the kiss, sliding a hand around the back of Kurt’s neck and digging his fingertips into the soft skin he found there.
Kurt’s lips felt amazing against his own, so warm with just the perfect amount of pressure. They’d done this five times now-six if that kiss to seal the agreement counted-and Blaine still found himself breathless and amazed at how wonderful kissing Kurt was. Well, it was probably just the act of kissing itself. There was a reason why people liked making out so much, after all. It was amazing.
Especially that little biting thing Kurt sometimes did on Blaine’s lower lip. Or the way his tongue would kind of massage against Blaine’s. Or the way that he would make a little whimpering noise when Blaine sucked on his tongue.
Yeah, making out was definitely awesome.
With eager fingers, Kurt yanked Blaine’s sweater up, allowing it to bunch under his chin for several seconds before finally pulling back from their kiss with a whine. Their lips couldn’t have been apart for longer than two seconds but god it felt like forever. Blaine cradled Kurt’s cheeks in his hands, pulling him back in as he dropped onto his back on the bed, bringing Kurt down on top of him. With a grace that Blaine was entirely sure he never would be able to emulate, Kurt shifted until he was stretched out on top of Blaine, immediately grinding his hips down as his tongue stroked along Blaine’s.
The material of Kurt’s shirt was soft against Blaine’s chest, but it wasn’t what he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel Kurt’s perfect alabaster skin against his own, all hard and hot and so so wonderful against Blaine’s own. Pulling back with a sigh, Blaine yanked off Kurt’s turtleneck-honestly who wore a turtleneck in spring?-and threw it over the side of the bed.
“I love your body,” Blaine murmured against the soft, newly exposed skin of Kurt’s neck, his hands dragging slow, hard lines up Kurt’s back. Instead of responding, Kurt just rutted in harder, rubbing the length of his cock against Blaine’s with a groan.
The feeling of Kurt’s skin against his was intoxicating, making his head spin and a surge of heat shock through his stomach. Everything was hot and hard, smooth skin and strong muscles. Blaine could have spent hours just touching Kurt’s back, feeling the muscles shift there as he sucked fervently at the juncture of Blaine’s neck and shoulder. It felt so good, the pleasure mixing with just a bit with pain as the intensity of the feeling increased steadily.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, lacing his fingers through Kurt’s hair and pressing Kurt’s mouth even harder against his neck.
Kurt slid his hands under Blaine’s shoulders, grabbing hard onto them for leverage as he continued to lick and suck hard on that spot while constantly grinding his hips down into Blaine’s. It was so much. Each second that Kurt’s mouth stayed attached to his neck was making his hips work harder and harder against Kurt’s. His cock was so hard and trapped painfully in his pants. This was amazing, but what was soon to come was going to be… indescribable.
“Okay,” Kurt said absently as he finally lifted his head from Blaine’s neck, kissing the spot lightly before pulling back and staring. “Oh my god.”
“What?” Blaine asked, reaching up to smooth a hand over Kurt’s cheek.
“I…” Kurt said softly, reaching out to touch the spot before laughing lightly. “I just gave you the biggest hickey.” Something broke inside of Blaine then, his hips surging up as he yanked Kurt down by the back of the neck for a kiss.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine moaned between kisses, needing Kurt’s hands and mouth on him so badly he honestly didn’t think he could stand it another second. Kurt hummed, sucking Blaine’s tongue into his mouth and then slowly releasing it as he pulled back.
Seriously, Kurt was such a good kisser.
He rose to a kneeling position, trailing a hand down Blaine’s chest and stomach before walking backwards on the bed until he was positioned well to work Blaine’s pants and boxer briefs down and off. Kurt didn’t say a word, just climbed off the bed and shucked off his own pants and briefs before climbing between Blaine’s legs, pushing them further apart and drinking Blaine in.
“You’re…” Kurt said, sliding his hands up Blaine’s legs, rubbing over his hipbones and very pointedly avoiding his cock.
“Kurt,” Blaine choked out, reaching for him but finding himself only able to grab onto his hands. Giving them a firm squeeze, he looked pleadingly down at Kurt, his throat feeling tight and his cock and balls aching with want.
Kurt looked down and licked his lips, making Blaine’s cock twitch and his hands latch onto Kurt’s even tighter. He’d been waiting for so long and now it was finally going to happen. With a smile, Kurt released Blaine's hands and lowered himself to the mattress. He lightly took hold of Blaine’s cock at the base, bringing it closer to his mouth and exhaling loudly. The warmth of that breath ghosted over Blaine’s cock, making him moan.
Blaine watched Kurt as he took in Blaine’s cock from this new angle. His eyes were inquisitive as he studied it, his hand gently squeezing as he let his thumb trail over a vein. As much as it pained him to admit, Blaine was about two seconds away from begging Kurt to do something. Anything.
“I’m going to…” Kurt trailed off, locking eyes with Blaine as he slid his hand all the way up, his thumb swirling around the head before moving back down.
“Okay,” Blaine said, nodding with his eyes wide open. Kurt took in a deep breath before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the head of Blaine’s cock. “Oh my god, Kurt.”
It was far, far better than he’d imagined and it had only just started. Kurt’s mouth was so hot and so wet, his tongue exploring every bit of skin before sliding over the slit and moaning.
Ohgod.
The vibrations went straight through his dick and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. Kurt started slowly moving his hand up and down just a bit while the other moved down to cradle his balls. When Kurt pulled off, the rush of cold on the now wet tip of his cock was a shock for only a second before Kurt was extending his tongue and flicking it at that perfect, sensitive place where the head met the shaft on the underside of Blaine’s cock. A groan clawed its way from Blaine’s chest and his hips surged up off of the mattress
At Blaine's reaction, Kurt did it again. And again. Repeatedly, he flicked his tongue over that spot until Blaine was reaching for Kurt’s hair and moaning so loudly he was really glad that there was no chance his parents would be home for hours.
Giving Blaine’s balls a gentle squeeze, Kurt sunk his mouth down again, past the head this time. Those perfect lips moved in a tight ring down farther than Blaine had been able to go on Thursday. So much of his cock was enveloped on that ridiculously tight, wet heat, the suction and gentle pressure of his tongue smoothing over the underside making his entire body and brain completely useless.
He was nothing more than a hardwired bundle of over-stimulated nerves. Nothing existed except the feeling of Kurt’s mouth, the hot licks of pleasure shimmering through his hips and stomach, the pressure building in his balls. How Kurt was able to take him in so deep, he had no idea. Maybe he’d practiced on something or maybe he was just blessed with not having much of a pesky gag reflex. But whatever the reason, Blaine was damned thankful.
Up and down, Kurt bobbed his head over Blaine’s cock, each and every upstroke finished by closing his lips over the head. Sometimes he went down as far as he could and other times barely past the head. There was no rhyme or reason to the movement, each one keeping Blaine on his toes, wondering what was going to come next.
His fingers tightened in Kurt’s hair, resisting the urge to push him down farther on his cock out of instinct. He wanted to be buried completely in that perfect mouth, to feel Kurt’s throat around the head of his cock, but this was perfect on its own. When Kurt started to move his hand more urgently at the base of Blaine’s cock, he could feel that telltale pressure increasing.
“Kurt,” Blaine warned, his hips thrusting up involuntarily.
Kurt didn’t pull back, though, just kept going. He pulled his hand away and grabbed hard onto Blaine’s hips with both of his hands, moaning a little as he slid his lips down again in that amazing tight ring. God Kurt had absolutely perfect lips, so full and wonderfully soft, pliant but firm as they worked his cock over.
Blaine wanted to hold back, wanted to extend this for as long as possible. He never wanted to leave this bed, wanted Kurt’s mouth all over him for forever. But then Kurt was twisting his head mid-downward slide, taking in more of Blaine’s cock than he had yet and that was all it took.
It was the hardest he’d ever come, no sound escaping his lips as he grabbed hard onto Kurt’s hair. Every single muscle in his body was tensed, frozen on the precipice as everything exploded. After what felt like years of incomparable bliss, the cold air hit his cock and slowly, he came back down to reality.
“Wow,” Kurt said, sitting up and wiping at the corners of his mouth. Blaine grunted and smiled, reaching for Kurt. He wanted to say so many things. To tell Kurt how amazing it’d been, how wonderful his mouth had felt, how it was so so much more than he’d ever imagined it would be, but his brain wasn’t working enough to form the words.
“Thank you,” was all he could manage, smoothing both hands over Kurt’s hair as he slid in close on the mattress. Kurt’s cock was hard against his hip and without a word, Blaine curled a hand around it before pressing his lips against Kurt’s.
Kurt made a strangled noise of surprise, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue in to move against Blaine’s in tandem with the movement on his cock. Blaine’s entire body was so numb and tingly with pleasure that he could hardly even get a decent grip on Kurt’s cock, but apparently it was enough. It didn’t take long at all before Kurt was moaning loudly and coming all over Blaine’s fist.
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but closed it with a full-body shuddering aftershock. With a smile, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips before wiping off his hand on the sheets and curling himself into Kurt’s body. One leg slid between Kurt’s and he moved to rest his head on Kurt’s chest.
“We should get dressed,” Kurt said eventually, long after their breaths had evened out.
“Not yet,” Blaine said, reaching down to pull the covers over their bodies before snuggling in closer. “Please stay for awhile. We have hours before they’ll be home and I just…”
“Okay,” Kurt said softly, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s hair and trailing one hand down Blaine’s bare arm as the other smoothed over his hair in a repeated, comforting motion. Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut and he kissed the soft skin of Kurt’s chest before drifting off to sleep.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~2700
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
All Blaine had been able to think about for so long was blowjobs and he’d blown it.
Literally.
Kurt had been surprised but seemingly flattered, though he hadn’t exactly said as much. But Blaine knew that if the roles had been reversed, he definitely would have been. Being eighteen with a rapid recovery time that astonished even him at times, Blaine still could have received that day, but then the amount of orgasms would have been disproportionate and Blaine didn’t want his very first blowjob to be his second of the day. It was stupid, he knew, but it was how he felt.
He didn’t voice it out loud, but honestly, he felt as though he’d completely gone and ruined the moment. Kurt didn’t seem entirely disappointed when Blaine had suggested that they wait, especially when Blaine had offered to take care of things for Kurt once he’d finished.
So, the whole thing was going to be extended for another get-together. That was in no way a bad thing. As soon as Blaine had realized that that was the outcome of all of this, he couldn’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened again. Every time. Because as soon as they reached the last step, it was all going to be over.
No more kissing or touching. Back to the way it had always been. Kurt was the absolute best friend he could possibly imagine having, but he would be lying if he said that the last encounter between them wouldn’t be tinged with a little bit of sadness because honestly, who knew when he’d have sex again. And not just that, but sex with someone he felt so comfortable with. God, who knew when that would be.
The plan had been to start anew the next Thursday, but then his parents had dropped a bomb on him over lunch on Saturday. A big, beautiful bomb.
“We’re going out with the Allens tonight and won’t be back until late. If you want, you can have Kurt over to keep you company while we’re gone,” his mom had said.
“That’d be great,” Blaine said with a shrug, poking at his pasta salad with his fork and frowning at the peas hidden within. Who in the hell had ever decided that peas belonged in something as wonderful as pasta salad deserved an eternity in the fiery pits of hell as far as Blaine was concerned. “But his dad doesn’t like him to do the long drive home when it’s late.”
“He can stay the night,” his dad said, quickly clarifying. “In the guest room.”
Blaine’s chewing slowed until he was left with a mouthful of half-masticated food that he actually had to remind himself to swallow. Kurt could come over and spend the night. He wasn’t going to have to wait until Thursday. After doing the mental equivalent of a keysmash, Blaine nodded, trying his hardest to keep his cool.
“That sounds good. I’ll call him when we’re done eating.” And that had been that.
Kurt had arrived around seven-thirty with an overnight bag so big Blaine couldn’t help but wonder if he was hiding some kind of illegal contraband inside. They’d eaten dinner-leftovers from lunch that Blaine honestly didn’t even taste because all he could think about was the taste of Kurt’s tongue-brushed their teeth, and then had gotten settled in Blaine’s bedroom.
“I’m really glad this worked out for me to come over tonight,” Kurt said, sitting at the foot of Blaine’s bed with his hands folded in his lap. “I felt really bad on Thursday. I would have-“
“I know,” Blaine interrupted. “It was me. I just…”
“Wanted it to be special. I understand,” Kurt said with a nod, reaching over and taking one of Blaine’s hands in his. “I want it to be special for you, too. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it and I hope that I can do it well for you.” Blaine’s eyes were trained on Kurt’s lips for just a moment too long, resisting the urge to lick his own just imagining Kurt’s stretched around his cock.
“I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that you will,” Blaine said, finally lifting his gaze. It was just in time to prepare himself for what was coming. Kurt was moving in swiftly, his lips pressing against Blaine’s in an intense, sucking kiss, his bottom lip immediately being pulled between both of Kurt’s. Blaine moaned into the kiss, sliding a hand around the back of Kurt’s neck and digging his fingertips into the soft skin he found there.
Kurt’s lips felt amazing against his own, so warm with just the perfect amount of pressure. They’d done this five times now-six if that kiss to seal the agreement counted-and Blaine still found himself breathless and amazed at how wonderful kissing Kurt was. Well, it was probably just the act of kissing itself. There was a reason why people liked making out so much, after all. It was amazing.
Especially that little biting thing Kurt sometimes did on Blaine’s lower lip. Or the way his tongue would kind of massage against Blaine’s. Or the way that he would make a little whimpering noise when Blaine sucked on his tongue.
Yeah, making out was definitely awesome.
With eager fingers, Kurt yanked Blaine’s sweater up, allowing it to bunch under his chin for several seconds before finally pulling back from their kiss with a whine. Their lips couldn’t have been apart for longer than two seconds but god it felt like forever. Blaine cradled Kurt’s cheeks in his hands, pulling him back in as he dropped onto his back on the bed, bringing Kurt down on top of him. With a grace that Blaine was entirely sure he never would be able to emulate, Kurt shifted until he was stretched out on top of Blaine, immediately grinding his hips down as his tongue stroked along Blaine’s.
The material of Kurt’s shirt was soft against Blaine’s chest, but it wasn’t what he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel Kurt’s perfect alabaster skin against his own, all hard and hot and so so wonderful against Blaine’s own. Pulling back with a sigh, Blaine yanked off Kurt’s turtleneck-honestly who wore a turtleneck in spring?-and threw it over the side of the bed.
“I love your body,” Blaine murmured against the soft, newly exposed skin of Kurt’s neck, his hands dragging slow, hard lines up Kurt’s back. Instead of responding, Kurt just rutted in harder, rubbing the length of his cock against Blaine’s with a groan.
The feeling of Kurt’s skin against his was intoxicating, making his head spin and a surge of heat shock through his stomach. Everything was hot and hard, smooth skin and strong muscles. Blaine could have spent hours just touching Kurt’s back, feeling the muscles shift there as he sucked fervently at the juncture of Blaine’s neck and shoulder. It felt so good, the pleasure mixing with just a bit with pain as the intensity of the feeling increased steadily.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, lacing his fingers through Kurt’s hair and pressing Kurt’s mouth even harder against his neck.
Kurt slid his hands under Blaine’s shoulders, grabbing hard onto them for leverage as he continued to lick and suck hard on that spot while constantly grinding his hips down into Blaine’s. It was so much. Each second that Kurt’s mouth stayed attached to his neck was making his hips work harder and harder against Kurt’s. His cock was so hard and trapped painfully in his pants. This was amazing, but what was soon to come was going to be… indescribable.
“Okay,” Kurt said absently as he finally lifted his head from Blaine’s neck, kissing the spot lightly before pulling back and staring. “Oh my god.”
“What?” Blaine asked, reaching up to smooth a hand over Kurt’s cheek.
“I…” Kurt said softly, reaching out to touch the spot before laughing lightly. “I just gave you the biggest hickey.” Something broke inside of Blaine then, his hips surging up as he yanked Kurt down by the back of the neck for a kiss.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine moaned between kisses, needing Kurt’s hands and mouth on him so badly he honestly didn’t think he could stand it another second. Kurt hummed, sucking Blaine’s tongue into his mouth and then slowly releasing it as he pulled back.
Seriously, Kurt was such a good kisser.
He rose to a kneeling position, trailing a hand down Blaine’s chest and stomach before walking backwards on the bed until he was positioned well to work Blaine’s pants and boxer briefs down and off. Kurt didn’t say a word, just climbed off the bed and shucked off his own pants and briefs before climbing between Blaine’s legs, pushing them further apart and drinking Blaine in.
“You’re…” Kurt said, sliding his hands up Blaine’s legs, rubbing over his hipbones and very pointedly avoiding his cock.
“Kurt,” Blaine choked out, reaching for him but finding himself only able to grab onto his hands. Giving them a firm squeeze, he looked pleadingly down at Kurt, his throat feeling tight and his cock and balls aching with want.
Kurt looked down and licked his lips, making Blaine’s cock twitch and his hands latch onto Kurt’s even tighter. He’d been waiting for so long and now it was finally going to happen. With a smile, Kurt released Blaine's hands and lowered himself to the mattress. He lightly took hold of Blaine’s cock at the base, bringing it closer to his mouth and exhaling loudly. The warmth of that breath ghosted over Blaine’s cock, making him moan.
Blaine watched Kurt as he took in Blaine’s cock from this new angle. His eyes were inquisitive as he studied it, his hand gently squeezing as he let his thumb trail over a vein. As much as it pained him to admit, Blaine was about two seconds away from begging Kurt to do something. Anything.
“I’m going to…” Kurt trailed off, locking eyes with Blaine as he slid his hand all the way up, his thumb swirling around the head before moving back down.
“Okay,” Blaine said, nodding with his eyes wide open. Kurt took in a deep breath before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the head of Blaine’s cock. “Oh my god, Kurt.”
It was far, far better than he’d imagined and it had only just started. Kurt’s mouth was so hot and so wet, his tongue exploring every bit of skin before sliding over the slit and moaning.
Ohgod.
The vibrations went straight through his dick and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. Kurt started slowly moving his hand up and down just a bit while the other moved down to cradle his balls. When Kurt pulled off, the rush of cold on the now wet tip of his cock was a shock for only a second before Kurt was extending his tongue and flicking it at that perfect, sensitive place where the head met the shaft on the underside of Blaine’s cock. A groan clawed its way from Blaine’s chest and his hips surged up off of the mattress
At Blaine's reaction, Kurt did it again. And again. Repeatedly, he flicked his tongue over that spot until Blaine was reaching for Kurt’s hair and moaning so loudly he was really glad that there was no chance his parents would be home for hours.
Giving Blaine’s balls a gentle squeeze, Kurt sunk his mouth down again, past the head this time. Those perfect lips moved in a tight ring down farther than Blaine had been able to go on Thursday. So much of his cock was enveloped on that ridiculously tight, wet heat, the suction and gentle pressure of his tongue smoothing over the underside making his entire body and brain completely useless.
He was nothing more than a hardwired bundle of over-stimulated nerves. Nothing existed except the feeling of Kurt’s mouth, the hot licks of pleasure shimmering through his hips and stomach, the pressure building in his balls. How Kurt was able to take him in so deep, he had no idea. Maybe he’d practiced on something or maybe he was just blessed with not having much of a pesky gag reflex. But whatever the reason, Blaine was damned thankful.
Up and down, Kurt bobbed his head over Blaine’s cock, each and every upstroke finished by closing his lips over the head. Sometimes he went down as far as he could and other times barely past the head. There was no rhyme or reason to the movement, each one keeping Blaine on his toes, wondering what was going to come next.
His fingers tightened in Kurt’s hair, resisting the urge to push him down farther on his cock out of instinct. He wanted to be buried completely in that perfect mouth, to feel Kurt’s throat around the head of his cock, but this was perfect on its own. When Kurt started to move his hand more urgently at the base of Blaine’s cock, he could feel that telltale pressure increasing.
“Kurt,” Blaine warned, his hips thrusting up involuntarily.
Kurt didn’t pull back, though, just kept going. He pulled his hand away and grabbed hard onto Blaine’s hips with both of his hands, moaning a little as he slid his lips down again in that amazing tight ring. God Kurt had absolutely perfect lips, so full and wonderfully soft, pliant but firm as they worked his cock over.
Blaine wanted to hold back, wanted to extend this for as long as possible. He never wanted to leave this bed, wanted Kurt’s mouth all over him for forever. But then Kurt was twisting his head mid-downward slide, taking in more of Blaine’s cock than he had yet and that was all it took.
It was the hardest he’d ever come, no sound escaping his lips as he grabbed hard onto Kurt’s hair. Every single muscle in his body was tensed, frozen on the precipice as everything exploded. After what felt like years of incomparable bliss, the cold air hit his cock and slowly, he came back down to reality.
“Wow,” Kurt said, sitting up and wiping at the corners of his mouth. Blaine grunted and smiled, reaching for Kurt. He wanted to say so many things. To tell Kurt how amazing it’d been, how wonderful his mouth had felt, how it was so so much more than he’d ever imagined it would be, but his brain wasn’t working enough to form the words.
“Thank you,” was all he could manage, smoothing both hands over Kurt’s hair as he slid in close on the mattress. Kurt’s cock was hard against his hip and without a word, Blaine curled a hand around it before pressing his lips against Kurt’s.
Kurt made a strangled noise of surprise, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue in to move against Blaine’s in tandem with the movement on his cock. Blaine’s entire body was so numb and tingly with pleasure that he could hardly even get a decent grip on Kurt’s cock, but apparently it was enough. It didn’t take long at all before Kurt was moaning loudly and coming all over Blaine’s fist.
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but closed it with a full-body shuddering aftershock. With a smile, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips before wiping off his hand on the sheets and curling himself into Kurt’s body. One leg slid between Kurt’s and he moved to rest his head on Kurt’s chest.
“We should get dressed,” Kurt said eventually, long after their breaths had evened out.
“Not yet,” Blaine said, reaching down to pull the covers over their bodies before snuggling in closer. “Please stay for awhile. We have hours before they’ll be home and I just…”
“Okay,” Kurt said softly, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s hair and trailing one hand down Blaine’s bare arm as the other smoothed over his hair in a repeated, comforting motion. Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut and he kissed the soft skin of Kurt’s chest before drifting off to sleep.