Very short chapter. I'm sick. Blech. Hate it. But I didn't update at all yesterday, and I was kinda feeling bad about it, so I needed to get this out as quick as possible. I never wanna disappoint you guys! All smut, of course. Very little plotline in there. BTW - writing smut is really hard for me to do, so I hope ya'll (did I just say ya'll?) enjoy the hell out of it!
Nope. Don't own it. Never will. Unless I decide to go after Ryan Murphy... Hmmm... *Wanders off to start plotting* XD
Blaine awoke to a warm, wet sensation. He moaned softly, the feeling was incredible. His eyes popped open and he looked down; there was Kurt, on his knees on the bed, engulfing him in his mouth.
"Oh, God," He whispered softly, throwing his head back as Kurt took him deeply, his tongue flickering over the vein on the underside of Blaine's cock. Kurt pulled away slowly, his tongue licking the head before he looked up at his husband with lust sparking fire in his eyes.
"Good morning, Mr Hummel-Anderson. I trust you slept well?" Kurt quirked his eyebrow, and Blaine raised his head to stare into his lover's eyes.
"Oh yes, I slept just fine," Blaine returned, his lips turning up into a smile. He reached down to caress Kurt's jawline, and Kurt leaned into the touch. "And you, Mr Hummel-Anderson?" Kurt smirked softly, and lowered his head again. Breathing gently over Blaine's twitching member, he replied:
"I slept quite well too. But I awoke with a sudden craving…" He settled his mouth over Blaine again, sucking gently. Blaine's breath hitched in his throat, and his head flung back onto his pillow with a whomp.
Kurt settled onto his knees a bit deeper, resting his thighs against Blaine's hip, as he slowly bobbed up and down on his lover's cock. He tongued the slit softly, eliciting a deep groan from Blaine, as the other man writhed under Kurt's touch. Kurt's hand grasped the root of Blaine's cock lightly, his fingers gently massaging.
Blaine couldn't get enough of Kurt's tongue. His head tossed back and forth as the indescribable sensations floated over him. The heat he had awoken with was spreading over his body, starting at his groin and flushing him head to toes. He moaned deeply again, as Kurt sucked only on the head, and his hand slowly came up to linger on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt hated people messing with his hair, and Blaine didn't want him to stop, so he stopped just short of burying his fingers deep in Kurt luscious locks.
Kurt slowly pulled off Blaine, and Blaine whimpered softly, looking down at his lover.
"Go ahead," Kurt gave him permission, and Blaine's eyes widened in shock. His hand twitched, along with his cock, and he moved his hand slowly to Kurt's hair, delighting in the soft, silky texture as the strands floated through his fingers. Kurt placed his mouth back on Blaine, and he truly believed he was going to pass out from the pleasure. He grasped Kurt's hair, fisting it, and Kurt gasped with the intensity of it.
"Sorry," Blaine whispered, as Kurt looked up at him again, his blue eyes locking with Blaine's.
"Don't be," Kurt mumbled, his lips barely half an inch from Blaine's tip. His voice cracked with lust. "It's hot…. Do it again," Blaine just lay there staring, in shock and lust. Then his hand gripped again, and Kurt moaned. Blaine couldn't handle it anymore; he had to kiss his man.
Pulling him gently up by his hair, Blaine settled Kurt overtop of his body, positioning Kurt's legs on either side of his hips. Still clutching his hair, he yanked Kurt down for a messy, hot, wet, kiss.
As the fire ignited in their bellies, Kurt thrust forward, his half-hard dick rubbing gently over Blaine's groin. Blaine gasped, still completely hard and a bit sensitive, his gasp pulling the breath from Kurt's lungs as he grasped Kurt around the waist roughly.
Pulling them together, Blaine rubbed his fingers over Kurt's hips, his hands clenching and unclenching, moulding, kneading the flesh he found there. Kurt groaned again, this time into Blaine's mouth, and the vibrations Blaine felt were enough to nearly make him come right then and there.
He pulled back on Kurt's hair, lifting the other man's mouth away from his own, and looked up at him with darkened eyes. As Kurt voiced a low groan in protest, Blaine snapped.
"Get up, Kurt," He growled, his hands forcing the other to his feet, pulling him off the bed. Kurt's eyes widened; what had he done wrong? Then Blaine pulled Kurt into the bathroom, turning on the large shower that resided there. Forcing Kurt into the shower, he pinned him up against the wall, his kisses leaving Kurt completely breathless.
Kurt sighed softly as he realised that he hadn't made any mistakes; Blaine just wanted to be the dominant one, this time. He smiled gently into Blaine's mouth, who then proceeded to nip and pull at Kurt's lips, bruising them roughly.
Blaine thrust up against Kurt, his stiff cock pressing rough against Kurt's sensitive skin, making his cock harden in response. The water helped with the sliding, and soon they found themselves rubbing harder and harder against each other to relieve the pressure. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders as the other man picked him up, settling him harshly against the wall of the shower and thrusting against him again. Their cocks rubbed together, and Kurt felt the swelling of his arousal tighten; he was going to come just from the frottage.
"No," Blaine whispered, his voice low and rough with the frustration. "You aren't coming until I tell you you can come," His hand reached between them and gave Kurt a rough squeeze, putting a stop to Kurt's impending orgasm. Kurt threw his head back, loving the submissive role he didn't usually get the chance to play, but feeling super frustrated by the way Blaine wouldn't let him finish. Blaine leaned over and bit Kurt's neck, in the exact spot where he had raise a purple hickey on Kurt's neck in their unbelievably hot session from last night. Kurt gasped, his eyes flying open in surprise, and his hand flew to his neck as he looked at the man he loved.
"Not. Until. I. Say. You. Can," Blaine growled out again, his eyes flashing as he continued thrusting, and Dammit if that wasn't the hottest damn thing Kurt had ever seen.
"Yes, S-Sir," Kurt stammered out, his body responding hotly to the man before him, his hands slipping down from his shoulders to his back, pulling him back in closely.
Blaine blinked. The title of "Sir" wasn't something he was used to, not from his lover, but holy hell could he ever get used to that! He leaned forward and kissed Kurt roughly again, his hands gripping Kurt's ass as he pulled himself even closer.
Lifting Kurt just a tiny bit higher, he managed to position them in the best way for him to enter Kurt. He took a deep breath, and a knock came at the door.
"What?" he whimpered, his eyes flying to and finding Kurt's panicked ones. He dropped the other man back to the floor gently, the role-playing done for the moment, as he stepped out of the shower impatiently.
"I'll be right there!" He called, giving Kurt an apologetic glance as he put on the robe that was provided free of charge by the hotel.
He dashed from the bathroom to the front door, throwing it open and taking in the woman standing there, holding a broom and a couple of garbage bags.
"Housekeeping?" She asked politely, averting her gaze from the fact that he was wearing nothing but a soft robe.
"Uh, no thanks. We'll be fine today," He declined, shutting the door in her face. He leaned back against the door, and watched Kurt come out of the bathroom, wearing an identical robe.
"Everything okay?" Kurt asked softly, his hands smoothing down his towel-dried hair. Blaine began to giggle, which soon turned into a full-blown belly laugh.
"Housekeeping," He explained, when Kurt shot him a questioning look. Kurt smiled, and walked over to the man he adored. Throwing his arms around Blaine's neck, he leaned forward, proving that the interruption hadn't really affected his libido any. He darted forward, and nipped Blaine's lips softly, using his teeth to pull Blaine's lower lip away from his teeth and sucking on it. Blaine's eyes smouldered, then burst into fiery passion again. He picked Kurt up, bridal-style, and carried him to the bed.
He deposited his man with a thump, and clambered over him, sliding his hands all over Kurt's body, undoing the robe and removing it roughly. He reached over and pulled the lube from the drawer by the bed, where they had stashed it the night before, and spread some over his cock. Kurt looked up at Blaine, his eyes so full of love and tenderness, Blaine almost didn't want to continue with the dominating, but decided that he would rather keep going. He pulled Kurt's legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he leaned over his lover.
"Ready?" He asked harshly. Kurt's eyes widened as he realised he was getting no preparation for this at all. He swallowed once, then looked up at Blaine with trust in his eyes. His nodding head was all that Blaine needed, and he slowly pushed his way inside. Kurt gasped harshly, his eyes swimming as he tried to focus on something, anything else. The pain was overwhelming, and he wasn't sure he wanted this to continue. Blaine stopped moving, and Kurt took the opportunity to gasp a few deep breaths.
"Oh, God, Kurt, are you all right?" Blaine's voice turned tender again, his hands smoothing over Kurt's cheeks as he watched helplessly as the man he loved cried from the pain he was causing him. Kurt blinked, his breathing helping to calm him, and he looked up into the eyes that tenderly loved him, and he smiled tremulously.
"I will be," He whispered, and slowly began bearing down on Blaine's cock inside him. The more he bore down, the less it hurt, until he was able to tell Blaine to continue. "Blaine, move. But slowly, please," He asked, his heart hammering, waiting for the next sharp jolt of pain. When it came, he bore down again, and the pain was bearable. They kept going until Blaine was buried fully in Kurt's ass, and Kurt's breathing was only mildly laboured. Kurt nodded again at Blaine, and he slowly pulled out until only the very tip was still inside. His eyes locked on Kurt's face, he thrust forward again, and the pain, mixed with the pleasure, cause Kurt to moan deeply, his voice low and needy.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, opening his eyes, which had closed when Blaine had pulled out, and looked again at his partner. "Blaine, you need to…" He cut off with a yelp as Blaine struck his prostate, and he threw his head back onto the pillow. Blaine's eyes glazed over with lust, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He began pounding in to Kurt, his hands flowing all over the other man's pale skin, fluttering from neck to back to ass and back up again. His kisses landed anywhere he could reach; Kurt's mouth, his face, his shoulders, his nipples, his hands. Blaine was like a man dying of starvation, and the only thing he could find was Kurt. He licked, he sucked, he groped, and he shuddered as his climax began to get the better of him.
"Oh God, Kurt, I'm so close," He whimpered, his mouth right up against Kurt, breathing heavily in the other man's ear. Kurt whimpered back, shoving back onto Blaine's cock, and he came, hard, without ever being touched. As Kurt's climax began to fade away, Blaine's began, and he pounded roughly into Kurt, his hands groping and kneading into the delicate flesh of his hips. He hit Kurt's sensitive prostate furiously, causing the other man to go into over-stimulated overdrive, and his cock twitched. His head flew back in a wail, and his arms flew out to the sides of the bed. Blaine collapsed on top of him, spent, and together they breathed roughly.
As Blaine was coming down from his peak, he looked down at the man sprawled beneath him, his face flushed and sweaty with the effort they had made.
"Are you all right?" He asked again, softer this time, tenderly cupping Kurt's jaw, tilting the other man's face up to look at him. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I don't know what I was thinking," Kurt reached up one lazy finger, and placed it over Blaine's lips, shushing him.
"Don't be sorry, Blaine," He whispered, slipping his hand up to push a droopy curl from Blaine's forehead. "It was… intense, definitely. But I was with you… I love you, and I trust you, Blaine… I know you would never hurt me on purpose," He finished sleepily, and scooted over lazily to allow Blaine to lay beside him.
"And besides," Kurt smirked softly, as Blaine looked down into the bright blue of Kurt's eyes. "If you ever did try to hurt me on purpose," He yawned gently, covering his mouth. "I know where to get a shotgun," And with that, he turned his sleepy face into Blaine's shoulder, and a minute later, all Blaine could hear were soft snores coming from the man beside him. He smiled gently, then frowned.
Wait. Shotgun?
