Fill for the Glee Kink Meme, which also happens to fit in with my Kinky Dolphin Series (two birds :P). If you aren't familiar with the series, basically you can expect shameless, kinky, smut accompanied by some smatterings of humour and fluff, and occasionally, but not always, a little bit of plot.
The full prompt will follow part II because I don't want to give it all away :P, but the gist of it included in part I is : bottom!Blaine being marked by Kurt
There is a lot more to the prompt, but most of it is going to be in part II, this was actually a smaller portion of the prompt but it kinda ran away from me...
I should also mention that it is final exam week(s) for me right now, so don't hold your breath for part II, but it will get here eventually. (haha i'm punny)
Part I
He felt the wet heat of his boyfriend's tongue travelling up his chest, leaving a trail of cool gooseflesh as the air hit the moistened skin. When Kurt found his ideal spot, his mouth descended on Blaine's collar bone, his lips formed a tight seal over the area, and his cheeks hollowed with the suction he created. Blaine carded his fingers through Kurt's hair before grasping it roughly, holding Kurt's face to his body as he moaned with pleasure. He loved the feeling of Kurt's tongue sliding over the raised skin, the occasional scrape of his teeth, the puff of warm air as he breathed out through his nose. As Kurt sucked on the flesh of Blaine's collar bone, his hand stroked Blaine's hard cock with slow, delicious friction. When he was satisfied with the mark, Kurt moved his mouth higher onto Blaine's shoulder to begin the process all over again, occasionally rutting his own erection into Blaine's thigh.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed, turning his face to the side to nuzzle Kurt's hair as he continued to leave his mark. Not only did Blaine love the sensations of being marked by Kurt, but he loved what it represented and how it made them feel. It was a possession thing. It was Blaine offering himself up to Kurt saying 'I'm yours, body, mind, and soul', and it was Kurt saying 'I accept you, I cherish you, you're mine'. "Kurt, I love you," Blaine gasped, searching out Kurt's free hand with his, twining their fingers together.
Kurt raised their hands up over Blaine's head, pinning it to the mattress, and released Blaine's skin from his mouth. "I love you too," he replied, turning to face Blaine and claiming his lips in a hungry kiss. Blaine could detect the faint salty taste of his own skin on Kurt's tongue as it delved into his mouth, claiming every inch in a dominance battle with Blaine's tongue. When he was forced to, Kurt pulled back to take a deep breath, then laid a trail of wet kisses across Blaine's jaw then down his neck, stopping at a spot half way down and attaching his lips again. Blaine arched his back with a hissing intake of breath through his teeth.
"Wait," Blaine panted, "They'll see it there." It was Kurt's rule, not Blaine's, that none of the marks be visible. Blaine couldn't care less; he wanted everyone to know that he absolutely, irrevocably belonged to Kurt. Kurt, however, didn't want anyone else, especially their friends and most especially his step-brother, to be judging their sex life. With a huff, Kurt moved his lips further down, just to the edge of where Blaine's collared shirt would cover. Kurt said he didn't want them to be visible, but there was always at least one that just barely peeked out from under his shirt. Blaine knew every time Kurt caught a glimpse of it during glee practise by the hunger in his eyes and how he bit his lower lip. Kurt finished off his latest hickey with a wet suction sound, at the same time he swiped his thumb over the head of Blaine's erection. Blaine arched his back and cried out. "Kurt… Kurt, please… I need more."
Kurt looked up at him, grinning wickedly, then nuzzled into Blaine's neck, tongue flicking out to hit that spot just behind Blaine's ear that drives him crazy. "I'm just getting started," he whispered huskily into Blaine's ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, then sucking on it gently. Blaine whined and thrust his hips up into Kurt's hand, still clenched firmly around his cock. Kurt released him and slid his body down until his face was hovering over Blaine's throbbing erection, his hands placed firmly on each hip. He flicked his tongue up and down the shaft and then blew onto the wet trail, causing Blaine to let out a wrecked whimper.
"Unh, please," Blaine begged, trying to thrust his hips into Kurt's face, but being held down by his strong hands. Kurt mouthed his way from the base of Blaine's cock to the head, flicked his tongue briefly over the tip, then mouthed his way back down again and swirled his tongue around Blaine's balls. He turned his face to the side and chose a place on Blaine's inner thigh, creating another tight seal with his mouth and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Kurt's fingernails gently scraped down Blaine's hips and the front of his thighs, then his hands stroked back up, only to repeat the pattern. After a while, Kurt pulled back to survey his work, grinned, and kissed the dark mark before moving on to a new spot over Blaine's hip bone.
Blaine didn't know how long he was laying there, Kurt's mouth making purple marks all over his skin, taking occasional breaks to tease his cock with that wicked tongue. At one point Kurt flipped him over and went to work on his back, his ass, and the backs of his thighs as Blaine rutted into the mattress, moaning. When he was finally satisfied that Blaine's body was well and truly claimed, he flipped him back over and infiltrated his mouth once more, tasting, exploring, claiming. He licked at the roof of Blaine's mouth, then pulled away and took Blaine's lower lip in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as Blaine whined desperately. When he was done with that, he moved to Blaine's jaw, licking and kissing. "K-Kurt, fuck, I'm dying… you… fuck, I can't…"
Kurt finally took pity on his begging boyfriend and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He slathered it all over Blaine's hole and put more on his fingers, immediately inserting one all the way to the knuckle. Blaine gasped and pushed himself down onto Kurt's finger. Kurt didn't dare curl his finger against Blaine's prostate, because he knew at this point that's all it would take to have Blaine coming in thick streams all over his chest, and Kurt wasn't ready for that yet. After a few shallow thrusts, he added a second finger pumping them in and out slowly at first, but picking up more speed. Blaine was moaning unintelligibly, moving his hips with Kurt's thrusts, trying to get more penetration. "Kur—fuck… n-now…"
Watching his boyfriend falling apart underneath him was more than enough to have Kurt ready to go. He quickly slathered his straining erection with more lube, then positioned himself at Blaine's entrance. Knowing that Blaine wasn't as prepared as he should have been, Kurt took his time sliding his thick cock into Blaine's tight hole. Regardless, Blaine's forehead creased with the sting he felt, but it was a good sting. When he was fully sheathed, Kurt leaned over and sought out Blaine's mouth again as Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist. It was a sloppy, urgent kiss, too much tongue and teeth, fast and wet. Kurt pulled out partially, then thrust back into Blaine harshly, assisted by Blaine's heels digging into his ass, and swallowed the ragged cry that was ripped out of Blaine's throat. He moved his mouth down to Blaine's shoulder and took the flesh between his teeth, pulling out and thrusting in again and again. Blaine's hips were working to match his thrusts, his legs pulling him in tighter, and Kurt gnawed at Blaine's shoulder as he felt the familiar heat building in his stomach.
Blaine's fingers found their way into Kurt's hair, tugging it roughly, but at the same time pulling Kurt's face into his shoulder as Kurt's thrusts began getting harder and faster. Kurt's teeth were pressing sharply into Blaine as he moaned into his skin, working his hips at a rapid pace. Blaine was writhing around; he was so close, there was a solid knot of pleasure in his gut, he just needed that little bit extra. He needed Kurt to touch his throbbing cock, or to change the angle of his hips just so, to hit that special spot inside of him. Kurt knew this, and for that reason he kept his hips in the exact same position, pounding Blaine roughly into the mattress until he was a whimpering, strung-out mess below him. Then, and only then, he changed the angle of his hips, thrust in one more time, and Blaine screamed out his release as he shot pearly strings all across his chest. Kurt plunged into him a few more times before he finally came, filling Blaine up with his load.
Kurt slowly withdrew his limp member from Blaine's sensitive hole, causing him to moan low in his throat. Grabbing the cloth that was waiting on the nightstand, Kurt began delicately cleaning off his boyfriend, laying soft kisses on the clean, bruised skin. Blaine's eyelids fluttered and he sought out Kurt's gaze, his own far-off and hazy. He weakly raised a hand to Kurt's face, bringing it up to his for a tender kiss. "You are perfect," he whispered hoarsely.
Kurt chuckled and pressed his forehead into Blaine's, rubbing their noses together. "I'm not, but it's sweet that you think so." Sure, he acted like he was superior, but secretly, Kurt knew he had his faults.
"No, you are," Blaine insisted. "You are perfect for me. You know me so well, and you complete me."
"Being awesome in bed doesn't make me perfect."
Blaine shook his head. "It's not all about the sex, although that is amazingly fantastic. And awesome is an understatement." They both laughed and shared another short kiss. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you."
"Well you are at least as amazing as me, so that's probably how that works," Kurt teased.
"However it works, I'm glad. I love you."
"I love you more."
"Nope."
"Yup. I think I just proved that." Kurt traced one of the marks on Blaine's chest.
"If you hadn't just completely and utterly fucked my brains out, I would prove otherwise right now. But just you wait until I recover. I will ravish you into oblivion."
"I can't wait."
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"Okay, Finn, Puck, and Rory are shirts, me, Blaine, and Mike are skins," Sam said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside easily. Mike did the same without hesitation. The six boys were in the gymnasium after school, playing a game of basketball while they waited for the girls (and Kurt) to finish up practising their number for this week's glee assignment. Everyone looked to Blaine, still wearing his t-shirt over his tight shorts.
"Dude, what's the problem?" Mike asked. "We know you don't have body issues."
"Uh…" Blaine didn't really know how to answer. It was true, he didn't mind taking off his shirt at all, he was just a little concerned about how the rest of the boys would react to what they saw.
"Come on, man. Ditch the tee so we can get started," Puck said, dribbling the ball in front of him.
"Right. Okay." He closed his eyes and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, and when he opened them again everyone was staring at him, just as he suspected. Puck missed the ball, and it rolled away from him to land at Blaine's feet.
"Uh, did you like, get in a fight or something?" Finn asked. Blaine looked down at himself and admired the half dozen or so small, circular, purple marks covering his neck, shoulders, and chest, and the few just above the waistband of his shorts. He knew there were several on his back as well, he had gazed at them in the mirror this morning as he got dressed, getting hard simply at the memory of Kurt's mouth making them. Kurt had spent a lot of time decorating his body, claiming his body, last night. Blaine didn't mind showing off his marks, he was proud of them, but he was also glad that he had a few hidden under his shorts as well; a few he could keep to himself.
"Dude…" Puck came closer, inspecting a particularly large one just above Blaine's left nipple; Kurt had spent a lot of time on that one over his heart. "Those aren't from a fight. Those are hickeys." He moved over to the right to look at one on the top of his shoulder. That one wasn't as dark as some of the others, but the distinct impressions of teeth marks could be seen. "Those are some wicked fuckin' hickeys." He pulled back, and Blaine could see a look of admiration in his eyes.
"Kurt did that to you?" Finn asked in a weak voice. Blaine simply nodded, trying to hold back a smug smile.
"I knew it," Mike crowed. "I knew Kurt was a kinky little—" he cut himself off at the glare Finn was giving him.
"A right wicked little bugger he is," Rory added, earning himself one of Finn's death glares.
"Dude… that's awesome." Sam walked around Blaine and let out a low whistle as he viewed Kurt's artwork on his back. "Is this from Kurt too?" Sam poked at the parallel lines of scabbed-over scratches running down Blaine's shoulder blades, and Blaine unintentionally let out a low moan.
Everyone just stared at him for a second, and then Puck let out a barking laugh. "Blainers likes it rough."
Blaine simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders. If only they knew how rough Kurt liked it. "Are we gonna stand here discussing my sex life, or are we gonna play ball?" Blaine asked, reaching down to pick up the ball and toss it at Sam. Finn blanched lightly at the word sex, but Sam just grinned and started dribbling the ball. Soon they were well into an ordinary game of basketball, the only indication that something was different being the occasional too-long glances at Blaine's marked body.
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