...so I wrote smut. And a short one, at that. I posted this on Tumblr. Also, to anyone who reads "I'll Grow To Know" - it'll be on hiatus
Spoiled
The entire Hummel home was quiet on a certain summer afternoon. August 15, to be exact— Kurt and Blaine's fifth monthsary. Ear in one certain Hummel boy's room and you'd hear moans of "fuck, yes" and little whines emitted from two boys. That was of course, if one listened in. But both boys knew for a fact that they were going to be alone till nightfall.
(Carole and Burt in Columbus while Finn was at Puck's.)
In a seemingly innocent Kurt Hummel's bedroom, his back was flat on his sheets, head resting on a single pillow. While, in a blatant sense, his fucking horny boyfriend was sucking him off.
It was only inevitable since Blaine was a total cockslut and Kurt was often deemed as dominant in bed.
At the moment, Blaine was pinning down Kurt's hipbones with his hands, licking his cock from base to tip, around the head, then just repeats the process until Kurt's fully hard and releasing these sexy little whimpers that fill up the too-quiet room.
Kurt barely rasps out Blaine's name as he reaches down to tangle his pale fingers in Blaine's dark, damp curls.
Blaine starts sucking on the head greedily, like they were losing time quick (when, in fact, they had all the time in the world). A loud mewl is heard and Blaine looks up from a lustful, lidded glance. He lowers the tight circle of his plump lips and just starts sucking. He's making these obnoxious noises that shouldn't be so hot.
Blaine moans around Kurt, sending vibrations along with the hot, wet heat just to make him absolutely crazy. This tactic, of course, works. Kurt starts thrashing and begging for "more, Blaine, fuck". And Blaine can easily give it to him — he just likes watching him like this.
He leaves Kurt's throbbing cock with an obscene pop. He can feel Kurt's glare but he smiles softly — so fucking innocently, with pre-come and spit dribbling down his chin — and props his knees up.
"You're so hot right now," Blaine murmurs as his hands splay along his inner thigh, wandering down to his ass, spreading his cheeks.
"Blaine, please," Kurt pleads.
Blaine gives him one last smirk before giving a slow lick on the ring of muscle. Kurt's thighs quiver around him. He repeats the motion, except more sure. He allows his tongue to press inside Kurt, hot breath around it.
He hears Kurt's breath hitch and he starts fucking his ass with his tongue with fervor.
"Blaine—" Kurt hisses when Blaine allows himself to spoil Kurt a little bit by stroking his pulsing cock "Fuck, fuck fuck. So fucking good"
Blaine removes his tongue, finger replacing it as he starts sucking as he's just groping on the base. He curls his finger towards Kurt's prostate, gauging his reaction.
"So close, Blaine" Kurt whimpers "So sososo close—"
Without a warning, Kurt spills into Blaine's mouth. He's crying out, practically sobbing as he arches his hips higher, fingers fucking pulling on Blaine's hair.
Blaine takes all of it in, relishing the taste of Kurt.
Kurt's spent, tired and feverish as he tries to catch his breath, chest heaving and Blaine's just smirking there, crawling up and oh fuck he's hard.
"So fucking spoiled, aren't we?" Blaine mumbles throatily. He releases a shaky sigh when he can feel Kurt's clumsy hand pushing onto his boxers.
"Up for round two, Anderson?" Kurt asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
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