Summer break was finally here and Kurt couldn't wait to finish packing his suitcase. It was the first time he was traveling out of the country, and the first time he was ever traveling so far away with only his boyfriend.
He walked out of his History classroom and texted Blaine while walking to his locker.
"Prof let us out early, last class, hello summer :*"
Kurt got to his locker and took out the few things he still kept there. After putting it all in his schoolbag, he turned around with the intention of walking to meet Blaine outside his classroom. Instead, he found Blaine holding out a white gardenia right in front of him. He had a sweet smile on his face.
"Happy 1 year and 3 months anniversary".
Kurt was startled and moved, a broad smile that reached his blue eyes spreading on his face. He grabbed the small flower and took Blaine in his arms, giving him a tight hug and whispering into his ear:
"I love you". Blaine held on tightly with his arms around Kurt's waist and left them there even when Kurt leaned back again. He watched the pale boy smell the flower, eyeing it with sparkly eyes and the cutest grin.
"Of course, that's not your actual present." Blaine added when they started walking, holding hands, towards his own locker.
"Blaine, you know having you is all I could ever ask for, you don't have to do anything. Plus, the big one was three months ago, a flower is perfect for the little ones".
"Little ones? You mean they're insignificant? I'm hurt!" Blaine teased acting offended. Kurt shoved him flirtily. Blaine laughed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him sideways towards him to plant a playful kiss on his cheek.
"All right, I'm just gonna get some stuff and then we'll get you home to help you finish packing."
"Say, how dressed up do people get for a queensieanyerah?" asked Kurt while tweedling the rose between his fingers.
Kurt remembered the day when Blaine had asked him to join him on that trip.
He had known for a while about Blaine's mexican heritage, and that his father lived in Mexico, but that was all they had ever talked about on the matter and it had been a while ago, once.
Then one afternoon, at school, Blaine had met him in the hall between classes and had asked him out of nowhere.
"Do you want to go to Mexico with me to a quinceañera?"
He'd been standing right behind him, his arms around Kurt's waist, and the pale boy had cracked up in laughter. He turned around, giggling, meeting Blaine's serene smile and beautiful eyes staring patiently into his.
"You're silly." he said. Blaine looked down to Kurt's mouth and back to his eyes, serene smile still on his face. Kurt waited, finding the joke quite ludicrous.
"Oh, you're not kidding."
"No, I'm not" Blaine chuckled, their faces really close together.
"What, really? You want me to go to Mexico. With you. To a... Qween sie and yerah?" Kurt asked.
"Quinceañera. Yeah" Blaine smiled.
"Oh...Okay". Kurt answered.
What followed was a thorough interrogation from Burt's part, including interrogating Kurt in a separate room, meeting Blaine's mom after school to ask further questions about it, and calling Blaine's dad on skype (using the camera to be able to see the father-son ressemblance to be sure it was indeed Blaine's dad) and getting every detail about their stay, lodgement, and activities.
The answer from Kurt's dad had finally been affirmative, with the condition he called him everyday and that he had his phone handy and charged at all times. "Dad, it's an iPhone, the bill is gonna be stratospheric!" "You're not going to Mexico without a phone! I'll pay the damn bill!")
So that was it. Kurt was going to spend three weeks of his summer, visiting around Mexico with his boyfriend.
Blaine chuckled at the way his boyfriend attempted to pronounce the word.
"Quinceañera. Like 'kinn seh anyierah'. And the way you usually choose to dress for every ocasion is always quite accurate. You always look beyond fabulous. Just wear whatever you want to wear." Blaine was holding a few of books and things under his arm and closing his locker.
"Mhm..."
"Shall we?" said Blaine, offering his free arm to Kurt, who intertwined it with one of his own.
They got to Kurt's house and Blaine parked at the curb. He helped Kurt with his school things and they entered the house. They were welcomed by the delicious smell of something cooking in the kitchen, and a hurried Carole.
"Boys! You're here, you're finally on summer break, huh?"
She disappeared up the stairs and they heard Burt's muffled voice say something they couldn't make out.
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with raised eyebrows and continued to Kurt's room.
Kurt left the door open, as usual, and settled himself on the bed, where his suitcase rested, open and almost full.
"Okay, boys, Burt and I have a friend reunion and will be back in a few of hours", Carole said, standing at the doorframe, putting earrings on. "You help yourselves with what's in the kitchen. You can have second servings, Finn is eating at Rachel's today."
"Okay..." said Kurt, a little confused with Carole's hastiness. "You look fabulous" he added with a smile.
"Well, thank you, honey! Okay, see you later boys.", she smiled at the two of them without pausing for more than a second, and went down stairs.
"Bye, Carole!"
"Goodbye, Mrs. Hummel!"
"We'll only be away for a couple of hours, kids. No funny business, eh?" Burt had stepped in the door phrame, looking serious, and all cleaned up.
Blaine gave him a respectful, dapper nod, while Kurt glared at him looking embarrassed, and Carole called from downstairs, "They're almost 18, honey! Let them be!"
"They're still kids..." Burt eyed them as Blaine looked interestedly to the floor, his hands in his pockets, and Kurt had his head buried in one hand. "All right, just if you gonna get down and dirty, you wear protection. Understand? " At this, all three men looked uncomfortable, and the awkward aura was tangible. "And careful where you choose to do it, I've got cameras hidden." Burt was staring pointedly at Blaine, the boy truly startled and confused. Kurt grimaced, horrified.
"No, you don't, honey!" shouted Carole from the living room, "Stop terrorizing the kids!".
"That's right! The kids!" Burt left the room, muttering under his breath.
Once his dad had left their floor, he gave a loud, embarrassed groan, and Blaine laughed a little as they heard them moving downstairs.
Kurt got up and slammed the door, pink all over his face.
"Door open while we're still here!" Burt yelled from the foot of the stairs. Kurt ran to the door and flung it open, annoyed, Carole saying imperceptible things to Burt.
Blaine just chuckled, looking at him. Kurt lifted a shy gaze and a tentative smile formed in his lips.
They had just lost their virginities to each other three months ago, on their one year anniversary. But they were still young, and still got embarrassed when being exposed by their parents.
Today was their monthly anniversary. Both of the beginning of their officialness as a couple, on March 16th, and as of the first time they had sex, the 16th of november.
Blaine stroked Kurt's cheek and Kurt caught his hand in his. They walked towards the bed, kissing, groping, bumped against the edge of the bed, and stopped at the sight of the suitcase.
"So, you're almost finished there." Blaine stated the obvious, and he could almost hear an imaginary breaking record. Because five seconds ago, he was about to go down into the sex anniversary celebration party, and now that he'd seen the suitcase, he remembered they had to finish packing it ASAP.
"I guess that's one cockblock to fill- I mean suitcase to fill. We have to finish packing your suitcase" Blaine added, asking himself WTF.
He saw Kurt's questioning look out of the corner of his eye and he grabbed whatever from all of the contents inside to have something to distract from his slip.
It was a speedo.
Blaine had extended it in front of his eyes just to have something to do, not knowing what it was before he did so, and now regretted it. That was not helping his cause.
Kurt snatched it from his hands while Blaine got out of his trance and started with a blank look on his face, and then started laughing out loud. It was out of nerves, and out of he didn't know what. It just made him laugh. That beautiful, 10 year old laugh that was so contagious that Kurt almost joined him in spite of his obvious embarrassment.
"Um, what was that?" Blaine said when he could finally breathe. Kurt looked dignified and eyed him with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing", he answered simply, and returned to arranging his affairs.
Blaine looked at him, curious, with still a goofy smile on his face. Kurt continued to do his thing, ignoring him. Blaine walked towards him from behind and gently slipped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, and planting a soft kiss on his neck. Kurt stretched his neck to the opposite direction so as to avoid contact with his boyfriend's kiss. Blaine was only slightly taken aback, 'cause internally he knew he had upset Kurt by laughing.
"Are you gonna talk about it?" he asked with a smile; Kurt was still cute when he was bitchy like that, and the image of the speedo was still funny. Not to mention the mental image of Kurt wearing it; let's say that was thought provoking.
"No, because you laughed", answered Kurt, he had his bitch façade on but didn't move out from Blaine's arms. The curly haired boy considered for a moment, his chin still resting on his boyfriend's shoulder. He took in the intoxicating deliciousness of Kurt's natural scent emanating from his neck, and he wrapped his arms tighter around him.
"I wasn't laughing at you. It's just my fashion inexperience speaking for me and making me look like an idiot".
Kurt couldn't hold back his smile. And Blaine felt happy about it. He kissed his boyfriend's neck, this time Kurt didn't move away. Blaine gave him another chaste kiss, and Kurt welcomed him by leaning in.
The AC in the room made their position quite comfortable. It was the only way Kurt would allow Blaine to cuddle him in this hot weather.
"All right, so how many days in total are we staying there?" Kurt asked, counting with his fingers and moving forward to count his clothes as well.
Blaine moved in and stood near him, staring at his boyfriend with loving eyes.
A half hour later, they left the suitcase open yet completely packed except for the bathroom products that Kurt was still gonna use that night, and went to the kitchen to eat.
They ate pretty quickly, normally out of their hunger. But Blaine's secret reason was, so as for them to have time to do something... before Kurt's parents came back home. Wether Kurt had the same reasoning behind the cleaning of his plate like a hungry orphan, Blaine didn't know, but he didn't care. Because Blaine was going to seduce his boyfriend either way and Kurt wasn't going to be one to resist.
They climbed back upstairs and brushed their teeth. Blaine loved the taste of mint and Kurt loved his pearly whites, so it was something they were always thorough about.
Sighs of toothpaste commercial ads came out from Kurt's bathroom as both boys smiled to each other in the mirror.
Blaine then turned to look at Kurt and set himself on hunter mode. And his sight was set on Kurt.
He took two slow steps toward his boyfriend and started kissing him slowly on the neck.
"Blaine, my parents-" said Kurt, putting little resistance.
"- are not coming back for at least another hour" whispered Blaine into his ear. He loved getting Kurt to blush, and a few seconds into the kiss, he had already succeeded.
Blaine pressed himself against Kurt and pushed him into the bedroom in a funny stumbly dance. He absentmindedly wondered if he could break the time record of getting his boyfriend hard. He thought he felt him twitch. Blaine pressed himself again against his boyfriend's body and placed his hands on his hips. He lead their stumbly dance, rubbing their pelvises together with every step.
Once they'd gotten to the edge of the bed, they started kicking their shoes off, and undoing each other's belts. Blaine slipped Kurt's shirt over his head and Kurt helped Blaine undo the buttons of his.
They resumed the kissing and Blaine cornered Kurt against the bed. The suitcase was there, and Kurt turned around, with the intention of getting in out of the way.
Kurt leaned over. He attempted to push the heavy suitcase out of the way, so as to give them space to lie down. Blaine's first instinct was to stop Kurt and turn him back around to face him again. But the sight of his boyfriend's ass right there, in those ridiculously tight black skinny jeans just gave him a different idea.
Blaine stepped forward and ground upwards against Kurt's ass. His dick was already hard, a big bulge in his pants that didn't spare one bit of Kurt's outline. Kurt gasped and his knees gave in a little. Blaine grabbed him by the sides of his hips and ground in again. Long and heavy into that tight ass right in front of him. Kurt was moaning and grasping at one of Blaine's hands.
Blaine leaned in to whisper into Kurt's ear.
"You know, we don't really need a bed" he was licking at Kurt's earlobe.
Kurt gasped at the words and at the bulge that appeared insistent on breaking through the fabric of his jeans. He felt hotter and hotter tingles gather up bewteen his thighs. His dick was getting harder and harder.
He turned his head slighlty to the side, his mouth half open, his cherry lips wet. Blaine met him with a hot kiss and a hand that was now groping on Kurt's erection. It was too much and Kurt threw his head back into the nook of Blaine's neck. The older boy now moved and started planting kisses on Kurt's bare back. He began at the bottom and worked his way up to his neck again, where he sucked and left a mark. He licked hotly and heard Kurt's muffled moan against the bed, where he had just let his head bury.
The window was open and if a neighbor was curious, they would have met a naughty sight. A curly haired boy, with his chest bare, standing right behind a bent down pale boy, pushing into his ass, dry humping him.
They moved in a sensual rythm. Not too fast, not too slow. They were enjoying it. Even though they had already gone all the way, these moments with (some) clothes on were still sexy as hell.
Blaine started pulling the belt loops on Kurt's tight black jeans. He was teasing, pulling at the fabric, but not quite pulling the pants down. He was using this as leverage to get Kurt bump into his own crotch. Moaning and panting hotly, both teenagers made an art of this particular experience. Blaine was now caressing Kurt's waist, and he was about to turn him around to face him, when all of a sudden, the voice of a hurried Finn came from downstairs.
"Hey Kurt!" he called out. Kurt jumped 3 feet in the air like he'd been electrocuted, Blaine flew to pick up his shirt from the floor in a flash and was already buttoning up by the time Kurt answered, the latter trying not to sound too out of breath.
"Yeahh, Finnh!" , no success.
His step-brother was oblivious. Apparently he had just arrived and was calling at them from the front door.
"I'm gonna take the car, okay? Me and Rachel are going to this new restaurant thing. Tell mom I'll be home by 11?"
"Yeah, 'kay!" added Kurt, frozen on the spot. Blaine had also stopped buttoning his shirt, since it appeared that Finn wasn't staying let alone climbing the stairs and finding them half-naked. They heard the front door slam closed and stood there for a few seconds.
Kurt turned to look at Blaine, his shirt's buttons done completely wrong, and saw his boyfriend smiling. The boy ran a hand through his curls, blushing, and let out an amused and relieved sigh.
"God, he's usually louder than that. I didn't hear him come in the house!" sighed Kurt, surprised but also relieved.
Blaine walked up to him and held him by the waist. He searched his lips with his own, with a soft smile, determined to get back to where they were. He kissed him warmly and slowly, easing Kurt back into the mood. Kurt felt his and his boyfriend's heartbeats battle in their chests, which where flush together.
"Where did we leave things?" breathed Blaine into their kiss, swaying their bodies in a slow pace, like slowdancing. "Oh, right", he grabbed Kurt's ass with both hands and pulled upward and towards himself, at the same time thrusting swiftly with his own hips. Kurt let out a low "uhnn", that only got Blaine more worked up.
He quickly moved forward, guiding, pushing Kurt's legs with his own, so that they we're walking like they were one. Shirts flew off their bodies once again. Blaine pushed his pelvis against Kurt, without really letting go of him. He was pushing hard, yet never letting space between their bodies. Which was enough to have Kurt breathing heavily and his knees giving in in no time.
"Listen", Blaine breathed into his hear, kissing him below it as well, never stopping the arythmic, teasing thrusting, that sex god, "I'm gonna do whatever you want me to do".
He pulled back to see the look on Kurt's face, which was by now a neverending loop of fluttering eyelids and opening and closing of his mouth.
Kurt leveled with his boyfriend's face, looking at him through his now twinkling blue peepers. He was too shy to ask for anything. Even after all these months, he was still usually very reserved when it came to asking for it. Anything sexual related.
OK. Alright. He wanted some Blaine on his dick. Yet he hadn't decided what part of Blaine; it could be his hands, his tongue, his... other... fascinating place.
"Haha, Kurt, I forgot my jacket, do you know where it is? Wasn't it in your room? You know it's always handy to have one when you got a girlfirend. Well, in your case, boyfriend, but you know... I don't know how you guys do-"
They could hear Finn climbing up the stairs.
"You've got to be kidding me" Blaine breathed, stumbling around the room to get his shirt on.
"Geez! When did he become the master of stealth?" hissed Kurt, in panic.
"-it but well, I guess it's universal, right? When they're cold- Ooh! I found it! It was lying on the hall floor. Haha, weird."
Kurt, having located the said jacket immediately, had quickly opened the door, thrown it out in a ninja-like motion and silently shut the door back closed. As Finn apparently needed something else from the house and was insistent on having a loud neverending monologue, Kurt just pulled Blaine into his bathroom, and closed the door.
He did this because he knew Finn was never as delicate as to knock on the door before entering a room. Especially his room, like, what the hell. And he had the great suspicion that Finn was going to come in for some stupid reason.
In the bathroom, Kurt approached Blaine softly yet determined, and took his arm, placing it around his own neck and joining their lips in a brand new wet kiss.
"You don't wanna wait for him to leave?" mumbled Blaine into it, just out of manners, just to make sure, because he was really not going to object Kurt's sneaky I'm-so-horny-I-have-to-have-you-now-it-doesn't-matter-if-there's-people-around-I-can't-wait-for-it ways.
"It's fine. He's leaving. He better be."
Finn entered the room.
Geez.
"Oh, by the way, Kurt, guess what, I got to 1st and a half base with Rachel the other night. I think this is my year."
Kurt was bleeding from the ears now, annoyed by FInn's neverending speech, and resistant to listening to him talk about his advances with Rachel. (Which, by the way, after all this time, Finn must be doing something terribly wrong to have only gone into 1st and a half base. That, or Rachel had gone way overboard with the holding out, playing hard to get thing. Either way, Kurt was NOT interested! He had a boner to attend to.
"I'm showering!" he called out from the bathroom.
"Oh sorry. Wait, are you doing that cowboy bath thing? You know, like when you just moisten a cloth and like...clean yourself? I can't hear the shower running."
"Yeah, that! Sure, 'kay? Bye!", Kurt retorted, exasperated.
"Oh, alright. Okay, see ya." said Finn, making to exit the room. He stopped and turned around once again, "Oh wait, I thought Blaine was here, I saw his car outside."
Kurt remained silent. Blaine looking at Kurt, supressing a chuckle. Kurt hoped that if he pretended he hadn't heard anything, Finn would leave. He wasn't going to come out of the bathroom. They were shirtless, their pants were half undone, and they both had notorious, painful boners.
"Kurt? Did you hear me? I thought Blaine was here!" Finn insisted. Goddammit.
"...He is." Kurt exhaled, irritated, but blushing at the same time while letting his head fall in his hand.
"Where?" asked Finn.
Kurt bumped his head against the bathroom's wooden door, completely unable to believe his step-brother's cluelessness. Blaine had gone to lean and smile dapperly against the sink, and muttering an almost inaudible "Jesus Christ".
Silence. Then realization hit the quarterback.
"Oh..." they heard Finn's faint voice.
Kurt pursed his lips and mouthed "I think he got it."
They heard Finn leave the room quickly, slam the door and dash downstairs; then close the front door and start the car in cartoon speed.
Blaine smiled at Kurt. He stepped closer to him, caressing his arms. Kurt felt cozy in those arms.
"Now that that's out of the way... Shall we?" Blaine nodded towards the room.
"We're... Already here." Kurt answered, blushing a little, and stepped forward, catching Blaine's lips in a soft, delicious kiss. Blaine raised his bushy eyebrows slightly. Kurt broke the kiss. "Plus, I don't want to be interrupted by some neighbor asking for a cup of sugar, or a group of cookie selling girl scouts ringing the doorbell".
"Does that happen often?" Blaine asked, half bemused, half amused.
"Not really." Kurt was following his hand, which was currently running up and down Blaine's holy trail of abdomen hair. He lifted a teasing gaze, with that gorgeous pair of blue eyes, and heavenly arched eyebrows.
Blaine raised his own triangular ones and smized.
"Music?" he asked, already reaching for the iPod and speakers Kurt kept there for his solo shower performances.
"Yes please." answered Kurt, enthusiastic.
Blaine pushed play, not really caring what song came on. He just wanted to create the private atmosphere they had been looking for, a bubble of privacy which could be generated with some loud music.
Plus, he'd like something to buffer the sounds they were about to make.
From the first beats, the sexy, dirty rythm introduced itself as their accomplice.
Kurt, in an instant, mauled Blaine, kissing him full on the lips, grabbing the sides of his head with both hands, grabbing his hair, Blaine drowning immediately in the ecstasy induced by the massage.
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Their mood and the beat had syncronized. Dirty, hot, and careless.
Blaine took Kurt's hips and he pushed against his own. He had kind of been cornered against the counter by Kurt, who had taken the lead.
Without breaking the kiss, Kurt started taking off his pants and Blaine followed.
Kurt dropped down to his knees and pulled Blaine's black boxer briefs out of the fucking way. He took his boyfriend into his mouth like a hungry beast. Blaine, taken by surprise, gave a loud "Guh!" and thrusted in without really being able to control himself. He leaned back into the counter and threw his head back. His hands were slipping on the edge of the sink, his pelvis shaking slightly out of its own accord.
Kurt ran his hands along the sides of Blaine's hips. The soft, warm skin there felt delicious against his long fingers. Blaine was enjoying it (Kurt could tell by his butch grunts) and that turned and cheered him on.
Blaine now had his hands on Kurt's hair, trying to hold on to something, and doing his best to refrain from pushing. He didn't want his boyfriend to choke. But he wanted him so bad...
He pulled Kurt up by his hair, gently, even though he resented it when his mouth popped away from his swelling dick. He groaned, fisted his hands in Kurt's locks and leaded their action into the wall, pressing their foreheads together, each boy breathing on the other's open mouth, both boys walking off the remaining clothes.
He went down, into the nook of Kurt's neck, and he licked there, ominously lustful, threatening on leaving yet another purple mark. Kurt whimpered. And that was fuel for Blaine.
He paused and looked Kurt in the face.
"What do you want?"
Kurt held his scorching gaze for a couple of seconds, then looked away, first towards the door, then at the shower, as if one of those two were going to speak for him.
Instead of answering with words, he held Blaine's hand and lowered it towards his middle. Blaine followed the movement with his hazel eyes and then looked back into Kurt's, still questioning.
"I want..." Kurt started, hesitant, his cheeks turning violent pink "Um..."
Blaine was momentarily shaken out of his high by his boyfriend's shyness, and the blushing which had nothing to do with them being hot inside a small bathroom. He Awwwed internally, and smiled at Kurt. He stroked his cheek and rolled his hips gently on his body. With the same tenderness his boyfriend's cuteness had inspired, he cupped his face and turned it to face him.
"Hey" he whispered reassuringly, "You can tell me whatever is on your mind and I won't be freaked out".
Kurt lifted his eyes, and Blaine had fireworks momentarily blowing up inside him at the look of the prettiest blue color he'd ever seen in his life. He still got nervous butterflies when he awoke from the daily everyday to have that pretty face looking at him.
It seemed for a moment that Kurt was finally gonna say what he wanted. But he changed his mind midway and decided to show Blaine instead. He let go of his boyfriend's calloused hand and slowly, very slowly started turning around. He stopped when he was facing the wall, placing his hands delicately on the cold surface, and looked to his side without meeting Blaine's gaze. His mouth was a little open, and his eye-lashes looked longer and prettier than ever from Blaine's perspective. Kurt leaned on his hands and with one foot he took one step back. His buttcheeks touched Blaine's hipbone. He immediately turned to look back at the wall, blushing again.
Blaine gasped quietly, and placed his hands on each side of Kurt, almost as a reflex, looking down at the most wondrous sight: his boyfriend silently laying himself for him.
"Where's the-" Blaine asked, Kurt reading his mind and pointing without looking at one of the counter's drawers.
Blaine opened it, picked out the little bottle of lube and popped the cap open.
They had talked about wether or not they wanted to use condoms, since they were both each other's first. They had started out using, and then agreed to sometimes do it without. It was only a matter of wanting or not to clean up the mess after. Or not using because there were none handy. And Kurt's bedside table was way too far away right now.
Blaine gently rested his hips on Kurt's ass, while he prepped his fingers, so as to keep in physical contact with him while his hands weren't able to do it.
On the other hand, Blaine felt hard against his ass and Kurt was fucking dying over there. He could feel Blaine's dick, wet with precome and he was just about to go insane while he waited.
Finally, Blaine decided to end his agony by sticking one finger inside, slowly, and simultaneously pressing his chest against his back. Blaine put his other hand exactly over Kurt's heart. He kissed him softly right on the place where a vampire would have bit him. And even if he wasn't a vampire, he proceeded to do exactly that, except he did it with delicacy, just grazing lightly and softly with his teeth.
The almost inaudible, natural sounds coming from Blaine's mouth work, so close to Kurt's ear, had the taller boy shivering with pleasant chills.
His asshole was bearing around Blaine's finger, his dick twitching with delight and the thrill of having a part of Blaine inside him.
Blaine went on kissing every bit of skin he could get his mouth on, while introducing a second finger inside Kurt. The older boy was riveted, unable to believe that his dick could fit inside that tight, petite entrance. How? It was ridiculous.
But he kept on moving his finger inside, stretching Kurt, feeling his heat. And Kurt was squirming beneath him and around him.
Blaine snaked his hand down Kurt's front and then took a firm grip on his penis. He started stroking, Kurt giving a feeble cry of pleasure.
He was slowly being fucked by the boy he loved, but he didn't know it. He thought they were just fooling around, doing 'sexy stuff'...
Blaine spread Kurt's precome all over his boyfriend's dick, wanting to amplify Kurt's sensations. He was determined to blow his fucking mind. That was all he wanted.
Oh, and come inside him, too.
He entered a third finger and started stretching all around. His upper body was resting in the warmth of his boyfriend's back, and he was whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
"Blaine...I..." Kurt began. He turned his face to the side, so that Blaine could see his profile. He shut his eyes closed in a pleasured grimace. His knees were giving in with every stretch, with every pump.
"I'm ready" he finished saying, with a small voice, which was all he could muster energy for.
Blaine acknowledged Kurt's statement with a tender kiss on his shoulder. He took his three fingers out, finding the wet sound it made, awesome. He didn't stop stroking Kurt, he was holding his dick firmly. He made his body twist around to fetch the lube, and poured some on his dick.
Meanwhile, Kurt was shivering with antici...
Blaine lined up with Kurt's ass, right at his pink entrance.
...pation.
And he pushed.
He pushed himself inside, slowly yet firmly.
Kurt could feel that thick dick penetrating him. He could feel it push its way inside him, milimeter by milimeter. He was too tight. Way too tight. Tighter than he remembered being. It hurt. It fucking hurt.
He let out a cry, but placed a hand on Blaine's hip to let him know it was okay, he could keep going.
Blaine was flush against Kurt's back, kissing every bit of skin he could reach; loving Kurt and holding him with his free arm. He pushed further inside. His hand was pumping. His mouth was kissing below his ear.
It hurt so good.
Blaine was all the way inside now.
Pleasure filled sighs came out of both boys.
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