A lightning bolt of desire struck Kurt, and he couldn't hold back any longer, "Bee... you've made huge strides with physicality that I am damn proud of..." He nearly whined to get his words out, barely holding onto coherency beneath Blaine's ministrations to his ass.
He continued, "Thank God you're ready because I can't live anymore on long bouts of chastity that are –gasp- occasionally interrupted by brief, incredible moments of intimacy with you. I need more, Blaine. All I want is for you to bone me until I bleed."
Blaine gripped tighter to Kurt's hips and swung him around to flop face-first onto the bed. Blaine straddled the back of Kurt's knees and returned his soft lips and warm, wet tongue to Kurt's ass. Kurt growled in sexual frustration, hips rutting into the duvet, arms flailing at his sides, needing something to grasp, and face turning pink in the flush of blood and hormones that took hold, "I want your hands... and teeth..." Kurt swallowed a gulp of air, "and body all over me, weighing me down; pressing me into your –exhale- mattress until all I can see- aauuh- and feel –exhale-" Kurt gripped the hand on his right butt cheek, "and breathe is you."
Blaine sat up onto his heels and looked down at Kurt. He knew that Kurt wanted him, wanted this, but to hear him speak so fervently, and sure of what he wanted, was heady and surprising.
Kurt took Blaine's stillness as an opportunity to roll over and scoot off the bed, taking Blaine with him. His pleading eyes bore into Blaine's. His voice grew soft, yet intensified.
"I can see in your eyes that you're surprised. Bee, how can you not know that I've been aching and waiting, desperately, for the day that you have your way with me? Weren't my tears on my living room floor proof enough for you?" Kurt's tone was gentle and calm, full of patience and understanding.
The pain, the distilled, boiling need in his voice all but broke Blaine's heart. But heat and flame quickly took over in Blaine's abdomen, to realize and see for himself, in-person, that he could leave Kurt this frantic for him, his touch, his comfort.
His body.
Kurt stepped forward, taking Blaine's right hand in both of
his.
"...don't let me breathe unless it's on you."
Kurt heavily exhaled, letting his breath ghost over Blaine's exposed neck and collarbones peeking out from his deep v- neck. Kurt pressed Blaine's palm into his chest, running it up along his collarbone and pressed it into his throat, his voice vibrating into Blaine's hand,
"...or move unless it's against you,"
Kurt reached out to the hem of Blaine's shirt, slipping his
hands beneath,
"...and around you,"
Kurt wrapped his hands around Blaine's waist to the small of his back, pressing him forward until their hips met, slid his hands firmly down and around Blaine's ass and cupped his cheeks. Kurt deftly dragged his right hand beneath Blaine's left cheek and abruptly hitched his leg onto his hip. Kurt slipped his hand between them and cupped Blaine's balls
(eliciting an intoxicating jolt and moan). His voice dropped to a whisper that made Blaine's entire body stand at attention,
"...and inside of you, until I'm black and blue and blushing red from the roughest, most dominating sex either of us will ever have."
Blaine's eyes toggled from Kurt's eyes to his mouth. He licked his lips.
Kurt's chest compressed and rose violently, gasping for air, proving how much he ached for exactly what he'd said. Kurt wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm. His hand still clutching Blaine's thigh into his hip, his left cheek in his other. Disbelieving of the speech that poured out of his own mouth as easily as maple syrup, he looked up from the chest hairs he'd been studying since his mouth closed. Kurt was surprised to see Blaine's eyes turn black, his face stoic and fierce.
Blaine nodded once, his voice rang quiet, firm, and deep, "Okay."
Even though Blaine was the one to prompt their impending intimacy, Kurt wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't an easy agreement to rough, uninhibited couldn't tell if Blaine's word was a promise or a threat; but before he could decide, Blaine lunged to close the foot of space between them and pressed him against the wall. Frantic, determined hands reached out and roughly framed Kurt's face. Deliciously thick, soft lips dove onto Kurt's mouth; biting his pout, licking from crease to crease of his lips, and teasing him open until their tongues lapped and savored languidly. Large hands palmed and massaged Kurt's back, relieving his ache for Blaine's touch. The leg still hooked onto Kurt's thigh proved to be an excellent position when ohmygod- Blaine slowly, heavily rutted and rolled his
dick right over Kurt's, and damn if that wasn't the most glorious sensation he'd ever felt. The energy, the intention was wholly different from their time at The Green Door, and their curious explorations and experimentations last fall in Blaine's bed. The outcome of intimacy that he'd wanted with Blaine for so long, was finally, finally the bright, blinding light at the end of the tunnel.
Kurt's hands flitted between fisting Blaine's waist and tangling Blaine's curls in between his fingers. Deep, sharp exhales fanned pink cheeks, bare chests heaved audibly and unevenly against each other, and Kurt couldn't believe it. Finally- thank Godhe broke the dapper shell, the last shreds of fear of intimacy were completely destroyed, and got to the raw Blaine; The Blaine that didn't hold back and acted on his desires without second-guessing.
His thoughts were cut short when Blaine nipped and stretched Kurt's lower lip as if he were pulling salt water taffy; pressing Kurt's lip down into his mouth against the pad of his tongue. Blaine's eyes were blazing with fire, holding Kurt's attention with a look so hot, he swore he'd need sunscreen to endure it.
"Blaine," Kurt whined when Blaine released the lip he'd held captive. He answered Kurt's cry by fisting the sides of Kurt's panties and ripping it open- seams popping and itty bitty fabric falling silently to the floor.
"Not sorry," Blaine growled against Kurt's lips as the couture panty dropped and his mouth latched to Kurt's neck, arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
"Mmmff," Kurt hummed incoherently in response as Blaine's arms squeezed the breath out of his lungs, not giving a single fuck about the ruined underwear. His eyes shut tight, pinpointing all his attention to the way Blaine was deliciously,
methodically invading his space. Kurt struggled to stay standing beneath the pressure and presence of Blaine. Somehow Blaine seemed larger than life like this. Bigger than his body had been five minutes before.
His palms groped northward to lay flush against Blaine's taut torso, gaining leverage to hold himself up against Blaine's weight. Abs flexed and relaxed beneath Kurt's eager hands. Blaine gave another roll of his hips, sending sparks shooting erratically from Kurt's stomach to his curling toes, and up to his goose-bumped scalp. With his body completely bare against Blaine's barely-clothed hips, everything set Kurt's nerves off. The oversensitive nerves that Blaine teased, fired like canons through his core- it was too much and not enough, and he grasped and scratched at Blaine's back, needing relief and release and a break all at once. Kurt's head fell back hard onto the wall, and eyes shut closed, mouth hanging open. His breaths pushed and shoved in and out of his lungs in short, heavy, loud gasps. Kurt absolutely lost himself in the heady euphoria of Blaine overtaking his senses the way he'd shamelessly begged for.
Blaine cupped the nape of Kurt's neck and walked them backwards towards the bed. Blaine moved to hold Kurt's face at the base of his ear, cocked Kurt's head to the side and trailed damp, deliberately messy French kisses on his neck from collarbone to earlobe. Porcelain skin suctioned tightly into Blaine's mouth; A trail of deep red circles grew in his wake. Hot breath cooled the searing bruises Blaine made, creating a mouth-watering blend of warm and cold on his overheated skin. Kurt grasped and pulled at hem of Blaine's PJs, whimpering in triumph at the results of his forwardness. When Kurt's knees hit the bed, Blaine stilled and leaned his forehead on Kurt's. Blaine ran his hand through Kurt's hair, cupped the back of his neck, slid down and came to rest on
Kurt's heart.
Unsure what made Blaine stop, Kurt searched his eyes. There was a fire like before, but it had stilled and centered into a deep, abiding smolder.
"Kurt, I've been dreaming of this moment with you for so long. Going hard and fast with you will be amazing, and you have no idea how I want you this way, and every way you'll let me have you," Blaine's eyes begged Kurt to hear his sincerity, "but after we ride rough, I want to find your ticklish spots, the things that make you shiver and moan, and learn how to completely undo you one touch at a time. I don't want to miss a single inch of you. Would you indulge me in taking all night to figure you out?"
With a breathless, expectant smile, Kurt agreed, "I would love that."
Blaine shined. "Good." His eyes darkened once more. "Now, where were we?"
"Right here," Kurt confirmed as he stepped forward and locked his lips onto Blaine's. Eyes fluttered closed and long black lashes tickled Kurt's cheek. Loving arms wrapped tightly around Kurt's thighs, lifting him off the ground to straddle Blaine's waist as he lifted Kurt onto the bed.
Blaine climbed into bed with Kurt still in his arms, and set him down in the middle of the mattress. Kurt's hands moved straight to Blaine's PJs and tugged on them.
"Eager to get me writhing beneath you, Hummel?"
Blaine gulped when Kurt didn't make his usual snappy remark accompanied by a smack on the arm. Instead Kurt looked right through him and melted his bones, "You've got that right, Anderson. And you will beg for me the way I did for you, before this night is over."
"Getting cocky now, Gorgeous?" Blaine only half-teased. "I like this commanding side of you."
Kurt moved for Blaine's briefs, but Blaine grabbed his wrists. "Uh-uh Sweet Cheeks- my turn."
Blaine slid of the bed and stood. Kurt watched as Blaine looped his fingers over the waistband of his briefs and dragged them down his legs, past his knees, and slipped off of his feet. The underwear fell to the floor
"Blaine, what are you doing?"
Blaine walked towards the armoire across the room and opened the left door. Kurt watched as he turned a knob and pressed a few buttons. A sensual, meditative ballad Kurt didn't recognize began thumping through the in-wall speakers that surrounded the room.
Kurt sat up and rested his weight on his palms. Kurt looked endearingly irresistible with his hair askew and his cheeks colored like bubblegum. He tried to calm his breathing, the sudden separation making him nervous.
"Listen closely to the words of the song, Baby," Blaine lovingly instructed as he padded over to Kurt with a swagger that could impregnate the very bed sheets they were about to get tangled in.
"And you should know," Blaine continued, licking his lips and crawling across the bed to straddle Kurt in a way that made Kurt's legs quiver, "that these walls are completely sound- proof. Don't hold anything in, because I'm going to take care of you until your voice is as raw as your ass is about to be."
Kurt's mouth gaped open like a kitchen window in the springtime. Blaine playfully pushed Kurt back down, and he buckled back onto the mattress with a flop. Kurt watched, speechless, while Blaine slid his hands down between the
mattress and the bed frame at Kurt's feet. Blaine crawled across the bed like a black panther, preparing for the kill. Something was in his hands.
"Are those...?" Kurt started, as Blaine pulled out two sturdy canvas loop-handles up from beneath the foot of the bed, which were connected to two long canvas straps and bolted into the foot of the wooden bed frame. Blaine gave Kurt a wicked smile and confirmed, "These are for you Gorgeous, in case you want a little extra leverage when I'm buried inside of you."
Kurt gulped, turning one of the handles over in his hands. "Damn, you're prepared."
After taking a second to think, Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Do you have a business on the side that I need to know about?"
Blaine laughed heartily and smiled. "No, Dearest. I put these in for you. I hope it wasn't too forward of me to want you to make it into my bed someday- for more than cuddling and sleeping."
Kurt wrapped the handle and strap around his wrist until it was taut and hovering above the bed. He gave a tentative pull. The strap stayed firm in the bed frame, and his own strength pulled his body towards the foot of the bed. He untangled his hand and looked back to Blaine on his knees in front of him.
"If this is a dream, don't you dare wake me up, Blaine Everett Anderson."
Blaine took Kurt's hand and pressed it onto his fluttering heart, "Trust me, this is as surreal for you as it is for me. And the only waking up I'll be doing, is in the morning after I make you breakfast." Blaine pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips.
With a few giggles, and plenty of kisses from head to toe, they snuggled and nuzzled for a moment.
The feeling and knowledge of their buff bodies tangled together was almost more than Kurt could take. He looked to his left for a brief reprieve. The pile of clothes gathered at the bedside caught Kurt's eye. It was the most beautiful thing he thought he would ever see.
Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's neck. His hands ran from hip to ribs in slow, reverent strokes. Blaine took Kurt's hand and glanced up through thick eyelashes into deep ocean blues.
Blaine dipped his head down to press Kurt's lips to his own. Deliberately messy, wet kisses passed between them, deepening when Blaine's hands ran the length of Kurt's torso.
"You're still as perfect as the first time I saw all of you," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. "I want nothing more than to fill you up with the richest, deepest, loudest, most wanton pleasure you'll ever experience- over... and over... and over again."
Chills dripped down his spine, and his mouth watered at Blaine's words, as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.
Blaine continued in a fervent murmur, "I want to make you pant, and whine, and scream from a relentless tidal wave of sensual satisfaction that my body creates in, and on, and over you."
"Prove it. Show me what you feel for me- what you want for me." Kurt looked pointedly down at his own erection.
Blaine was about to ask, but Kurt answered his thoughts. "We have our whole lives for foreplay. I've hoped, and wondered, and waited over a year to make love with you. I don't want to wait another second for you to make me yours- completely."
In one swift, succulent move, Kurt ran his hands from Blaine's knees, up his alert inner thighs, slid his index finger between Blaine's cheeks, cupped his balls, and teased with fingertips from base to tip.
Blaine choked off a gasp. "Mmmm you want me to go right for the jugular, Babe?"
Kurt arched an eyebrow and nodded, proud of Blaine's deduction ability. Blaine reached for the lube on the bedside table and squirted a bit on his fingertips. Kurt returned the lube to its perch as Blaine rubbed the liquid around his fingertips to spread and warm it up. Blaine kneeled in front of Kurt's now spread legs. "Tell me if it becomes too much too soon, and I'll rev you up a bit more before penetration, kay?" Blaine softly prompted. His cocky exterior had melted away, and with it grew a side of Blaine Kurt had only seen bits and pieces of before.
Kurt nodded in agreement.
Blaine grasped Kurt's right ankle with his dry hand.
"I did a little research, and usually the first time is easier when the receiver in the pairing, puts their knees up to their chest."
Kurt scrunched his nose, not liking the visual that created.
Blaine chuckled a bit and continued, "I know that's not the most romantic of positions and thought you might object, so I found a compromise."
Kurt watched with curiosity as Blaine set Kurt's right, and then left ankle, on his shoulders. Kurt smiled in approval.
Scooting a little closer to Kurt's newly positioned body, he spread Kurt's cheeks and slipped his finger around until he found the right little spot. He looked down to Kurt with a soft
smile, and slowly circled the muscle with a fingertip. He took a moment to rim the skin at the surface, allowing Kurt to adjust to the feeling. Blaine gave the tiniest press to test Kurt's responsiveness and reaction.
Kurt was eager, but his body was tense.
"Relax, Love" Blaine hummed in a low, soft tone. He took Kurt's right hand in his left. "Pretend you're melting into the bed like chocolate on a hot stove, head to toe, and my hand will only guide you further into liquid bliss."
Kurt smirked and couldn't help lightly ragging, "Isn't that the whole point?"
Blaine chuckled along with Kurt. When they laughter settled down to gentle gazing, Blaine voiced, "Yes it is, and laughter works just as well as meditation for relaxation."
Kurt was about to ask why that was, when he realized that the tip of Blaine's finger had slipped inside right when Kurt had stopped giggling- at the height of his relaxation. The sensation was new and unusual, but Kurt didn't mind. He squeezed around Blaine's finger experimentally. Curious to feel more, Kurt sat up on his left elbow, grabbed the wrist between his thighs, and slowly pushed up. In return, Blaine let his finger go loose and pliant to bend to Kurt's will.
With Kurt in control, Blaine's finger glided easily to the hilt.
"Wow," Kurt breathed. He locked eyes with Blaine. The finger inside him gently bent and curled, twirled, and stretched. Kurt's breaths grew fuller and longer. Blaine watched Kurt's expressive face with awe.
Kurt had never been more stunning.
"Li- lift your middle finger, please?" Kurt asked between hitched breaths.
Blaine moved to align his middle with his index, pulling out a bit, before carefully easing the two back inside Kurt. The sensation was of tightness, and feeling full in a way he'd never had before. He breathed heavily, distinctly, chest curled inward with his face just a few inches from Blaine, as Blaine scissored deep inside of him.
Seeing Kurt like this was overwhelming. Sure they'd shared tender moments of intimacy several times before, but it was nothing like this. Kurt was intensely, profoundly, acutely unraveling before him.
They layers continued to peel away as Kurt flopped back onto the bed in ecstasy. The new horizontal angle of Kurt's body allowed for more freedom of movement for Blaine's hand, so he began to pump his fingers in and out carefullly, while pressing and circling the pad of his thumb to the base of Kurt's erection.
Whimpers of pleasure drifted from Kurt's lips like incense, wafting through the room and thickening the atmosphere with love and heat. Kurt's arms thrashed and clutched at the bed beneath him, pulling the ruffled sheets nearly out of their tucked corners, squeezing the pillow up around his head and moaning loudly into the feathers, needingsomething to take the pleasure out on. Blaine nudged the hand that was covering Kurt's face, and Kurt took it- gripping ferociously. Kurt's fingers trembled in Blaine's grip. Blaine couldn't believe the unabashed vocal, physical, and facial expressions that rolled off of Kurt in waves beneath his ministration. Making Kurt feel so much pleasure, felt indescribably good to Blaine.
"God Blaine, if your hands are this amazing, I don't think I'll survive actual sex with you," Kurt tried to joke, but a part of him was serious. He didn't know sensual gratification could run this deep.
Blaine giggled.
They shared a knowing look.
Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and leaned across Kurt's torso to retrieve a condom and lube from the bedside table. Kurt squeezed his eyes closed in disbelief that they were here, about to cross a threshold he'd never before breached, but had dreamed of and ached for and masturbated to for a year.
He and Blaine knew that this was both of their first times, but he didn't want to be babied through it. He wanted Blaine with him, undiluted, full-force, wild, uncontrolled, and as unpredictable as a hurricane- not a teasing sprinkle of rain clouds. Thank God Blaine felt the same. And he sure as hell wouldn't mind the foreplay he just knew Blaine had planned after they had their first round of sex tonight.
Kurt's thoughts snapped back to the present moment when Blaine resumed straddling Kurt's adorable naked hips, and lifted the square package to his mouth to tear it open. A gentle hand squeezed Blaine's thigh.
"Bee?"
Warm chocolate met winter blues. "Yes, Love?"
Kurt ran his palms along Blaine's thighs as he paused; Blaine sensed what Kurt was going to suggest; his expression said he was willing.
"I'm clean. I know you're clean."
Blaine smiled wide. "Absolutely." Blaine leaned forward to
peck Kurt's lips.
Kurt slid his hands up to the axis of Blaine's thighs and massaged his thumbs deeply into that extra sensitive spot at his base. Blaine's eyes compressed shut, and he let out a
shuttering breath, his jaw relaxed and dropped open a bit.
"Then we don't need latex. I want to feel every bit of you in me. Not that."
Blaine opened his eyes, and Kurt could swear he saw hearts in them. "You're such a romantic. I love that about you," Blaine consented as he discarded the unopened condom onto the floor, and reached for the bottle of lube. With a quick swipe of the slippery clear liquid from head to base, Blaine wiped his fingers off on the hand towel Kurt had brought (which he'd had monogrammed with an adorable "K & B") and aligned his body with his Love. He reached down and cupped Kurt's face in his hands, pressing plump lips down onto pale pink ones. Calloused fingertips ran down flawless porcelain canvas, the column of a stunning neck, crossing over collarbones, circling and squeezing erect pink nipples, dripping like water down abdomen, twirling fingertips around his navel piercing, and ghosting down to Kurt's thighs. A pillow was set below Kurt's cheeks to create an easier angle for their bodies to meet in. Gentle hands parted Kurt's legs and ran from knee to hip, relishing in the impossibly soft skin below him.
Leaning down to steal another kiss, Blaine watched Kurt's expression closely as he reached down and separated Kurt's cheeks. He centered his body on that beautiful, prepped spot on Kurt that he'd been dreaming of for months.
"I love you." Blaine whispered just before he pressed slowly, firmly into Kurt's perfect body. Kurt gasped and flinched at the intrusion- a mix of foreign discomfort and overwhelming pleasure humming somewhere beneath the pain. Damn, Blaine's head felt so blunt and big, thick and soft to the touch. No description could do justice to what he was feeling.
And they'd only just begun.
"Look at me?" Blaine asked reverently when his tip breached the ring of contracting muscle.
Kurt forced his eyes open to see a love come over Blaine, with an intensity that he'd never seen before. They held each other's gaze, Blaine stroking his jaw, worshiping the man beneath him, until his head was fully nestled into Kurt's warmth.
"I love you," Kurt spoke with a content smile.
Blaine beamed brighter than the sun. "I love you more."
Blaine left a kiss on Kurt's lips, and resumed carefully rolling his hips into Kurt; breath shallow and eyes full of emotion.
Soft push, and wait.
Gentle nudge, and pause.
Kurt marveled at how exceedingly temperate and patient Blaine was as he eased the introduction of his body into Kurt's own.
After a moment or two of calm, quiet pushing, serene waiting, and a bit of friction, they were no longer two separate beings.
In every sense, two had become one.
Blaine brought down Kurt's legs from his shoulders, and
settled them on the bed beneath his own.
He straddled Kurt's legs and hooked his ankles beneath Kurt's thighs. He brushed his open hand across Kurt's stomach, below his belly button, and down to run his hand along the line where Kurt's body met his own. Worshipful hands caressed the hinges at his hips. Thank God Kurt waxed, so Blaine didn't miss a single inch of beautiful skin around Kurt's gorgeous, erect penis.
He took hold of Kurt and massaged from base to tip.
Being this close to the man he loved most, so much more than himself, was overpowering.
Knowing that Kurt wanted him here, wanted to make and share the depths of love with him, was something he never thought he'd have with anyone- let alone someone as perfect for him, as his Love.
His eyes brimmed with moisture, looking up to sweetly hold Kurt's eyes.
Kurt's eyes shined with marvel and awe as he took in Blaine's unexpected, tender reaction to their union.
He lifted his thumb to catch the single tear that crested and fell from Blaine's eye, and took the tear into his own mouth.
They didn't need to speak.
What they felt was outside the confines of language.
Blaine unhooked his legs and eased his body down to blanket Kurt. The new weight sinking him into the mattress was welcome and warm. Every curve, bump, and arch of Blaine's body was settling into Kurt's very bones, and for a split second he wanted to stay like this forever.
And then Blaine moved.
Fireworks were going off in his ass, shooting sparks up his spine all the way to his skull, sending shivers to his shoulders, and vibrating his legs into jelly. His toes curled and ankles flexed as he felt Blaine pull back, the ridge of his head dragging and tugging deliciously on the ring of muscle at his entrance.
"God- Blaine- can you-? exhale-"
Blaine guessed, scooting in half an inch and pulling back, feeling the muscle contract right below his head.
"That, Baby?"
"-gasp- yehhs-" Kurt hissed.
He pressed in just enough, and pulled back in tiny strokes, repeatedly tugging at the muscle. He watched Kurt heat up and melt into that chocolate he'd suggested a bit ago.
Blaine softly kissed the hands that gripped his bicep.
He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride and satisfaction at getting something right. For all the research and self- experimentation and exploration he'd done in preparation for this, he still felt like he had no idea what he was doing, hoping he could think on the fly and catch Kurt's subtle (and hopefully some not so subtle) reactions to each touch and tease that he tried.
Once Kurt was sated with attention to his entrance, Blaine switched to taking full, long dives, letting his body disappear into Kurt's with an easy rhythm.
They were in the comfortable middle; no longer nervous. They let their instincts and desires take control over their minute hesitations and naivety they'd had when they started.
Overwhelmed by sensation, lust, and love in tandem, each took turns mouthing nipple piercings, chests, shoulders, necks, and mouths, enjoying thoroughly wrecking each other one at a time.
During a particular ministration to Kurt's pierced nipple, Blaine noticed that Kurt was still wearing the diamond necklace he'd bought last summer. With a flash of thought, Blaine tucked the diamond pendant into his mouth. He brought it up just far enough that he could catch Kurt's eyes with his own. Kurt stared at Blaine's lips and tongue as he rolled and laved at the precious jewelry in his mouth, that meant so much more beyond just a brand or a price tag.
With the diamond still in his mouth, Blaine lowered his lips to Kurt's, opening them and dropping the diamond and chain onto Kurt's waiting tongue. Kurt gently bit down to hold the metal and rock in place, while Blaine nipped and licked his lips. The jewelry tasted of metal and Blaine, a bit of mint left over from earlier that morning. He rolled the platinum and gold over his tongue, noting the texture of the chain, and the smooth feel of the diamond's head.
And then Blaine's tongue was on top of his, laving at the contents of his mouth, pressing the pendant into his tongue, rolling it around his teeth, slipping it beneath Kurt's tongue and leaving it there while he ravished Kurt's lips until they were swollen pink.
Slipping his tongue beneath Kurt's, Blaine secured the chain back into his mouth and sucked the spit off.
He set it back onto Kurt's chest with a chaste kiss.
Long before he was ready to end their first union, Blaine could feel that he was approaching that glorious ledge. He wouldn't jump until he'd taken care of Kurt's descent first, so in a split-second of experimentation, he grabbed Kurt's left leg, hooked the ankle onto his shoulder, and pushed Kurt's right leg to lay between his own.
"Ohmygod Blaine-" Kurt yelled in response to the position change, gasping for air like he was stuck underwater. A fresh sheen of sweat emerged from Kurt's pores (which Blaine would soon learn was a consistent, tell-tale sign of impending orgasm for his Love).
Blaine knew he'd found the holy grail when Kurt turned frantic, writhing beneath him and blindly scrambling to grasp the canvas handles that had slipped off the bed during their buoyant, raucous romp atop the duvet. Blaine quickly reached
behind and to his side to retrieve the lost handles, and placed them in Kurt's hands.
"Thank -gasp- you-" Kurt breathed out, his smile towards Blaine cut off by a silent "O," his prostate being pressed at just the right angle again.
Somehow Kurt found the coherency to wrap the straps around his hands and pull- hard and long- forcing his body down onto Blaine's as he pounded into him.
"More, more, Blaine-" Kurt wailed, all decorum having flown out the door.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed his forehead, redoubling his efforts to take Kurt over the cliff with him. He took hold of Kurt's penis, but Kurt lightly shoved his hands away.
"No- too much. Just this." Kurt pressed his hand into the space where their bodies met.
Over and over Blaine pushed into Kurt, trying so hard to bring him to orgasm with penetration alone, but it just wasn't enough in their current position. A light bulb went off in his mind.
"Kurt?"
Kurt looked up through sweaty eyelashes, half-lidded and oh so close to coming.
"Pull with all your strength on those straps. And clench as tightly around me as you can, for as long as you can hold out."
Kurt wanted to ask why, but did as Blaine asked instead; trusting.
To Kurt's surprise, Blaine slowed down. And oh. The combination of intense pressure, reduced speed, and gripping Blaine inside of him, brought a high beyond what his wet
dreams could ever convey. There was something so altered, so delectable about Blaine slowing down. From Blaine's tip to base, Kurt could feel every ridge, every swollen vein that Blaine rubbed into him. Every nerve Blaine triggered inside of him felt like fire crackers, pulsating hot sparks all the way up his spine.
Kurt wanted to scream out in gratitude to the gods for Blaine's utter genius and spot-on intuition, but all he could do was mumble incoherencies as he felt the pressure build. Just as he reached the ledge, he called out, "Blaine –sharp exhale- I'm- gonna-"
Blaine didn't miss a beat. A firm hand lifted and wrapped around Kurt's base, and Blaine bent down to cover Kurt's head with his lips. The extra touch was the last straw, and Kurt came hard onto the roof of Blaine's mouth. Blaine pressed a steadying hand into the mattress as Kurt bucked his hips in midair into Blaine's mouth. With each spurt, Blaine swallowed the sweet and salty mixture. After a few more thrusts of his own, Blaine released deep into Kurt with a stifled moan. Once Kurt stilled, Blaine licked Kurt's erection clean and let the now flaccid penis out of his mouth, and set it down on Kurt's heaving stomach.
"Blaine, that was,amazing," he panted, slowly floating through the clouds of orgasm.
Blaine laid his body half on top of Kurt, and his fingertips found his belly ring.
"Thank you."
"Mmm no, thank you Blaine. That was perfect."
Blaine's fingers lightly twisted and twirled the belly ring and navel beneath it. "Really?"
"Yes."
As Blaine's entire body came down from the high, he arched up onto his hands to pull out of Kurt.
"Don't- don't leave me," Kurt softly cried out. He pawed at Blaine's hip, wishing for Blaine to stay inside him.
"Never," Blaine promised with a kiss to Kurt's forehead. He inched back down and lovingly covered Kurt's body with his own.
Feeling one with Blaine post-orgasm was more than Kurt could describe. It was beautiful, and simple, and so precious. They were one in a way that any cuddling they'd done before, couldn't compare to. That extra bit of contact, connection, between them and literally in his body, brought joy bubbling up from his heart and sent a few gratified butterflies to his belly. It was contentment, and peace, and comfort. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's smooth, damp back, praying to Aphrodite that this moment would never end.
Blaine nursed his favorite spot on Kurt's neck, eliciting candy- coated shivers and whimpers and a few scratches to his back. Kurt instinctively flexed and contracted around Blaine's soft flesh in response, massaging the length snuggled inside of him. The sensation was different from when he was hard and stiff, pumping into Kurt's hypersensitive, blood-swollen body. Unlike the euphoric high that came with frantically grasping towards orgasm, this was gentle, light, and nearly tickled with delicate sensation.
With a spot of inspiration, Kurt rolled them over, clinging tightly to Blaine's sweetly sticky back to keep them connected. Blaine settled with a content sigh into the mattress and pillows, and Kurt rested atop Blaine's hips. He rocked a bit to get his bearings.
Blaine reached out and lightly scraped his nails on Kurt's
thighs, "God, Baby you're gonna make me hard again." His voice huffed out with a bluffing groan. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, pressing his eyelashes flush to his cheeks.
Kurt laughed, relaxation painted down his own body in beautiful colors from head to toe, "That's the whole point, Bee."
Kurt leaned down and peppered little kisses across the plane of his chest, nuzzling his nose into the loose, curly fuzz along the expanse of honey-colored skin; all the while thrusting and grinding into Blaine's hips in unhurried rolls and dips. His lips pressed over each nipple piercing, lightly licking and flicking the flesh and metal with his tongue; nibbling and scraping lightly with his teeth. Not having to do the work of being on top, allowed Blaine to focus all of his attention on just feeling, and God did it feelheavenly. The simultaneous stimulation of his two most sensitive areas made him tingle and shiver and feel cold even though he was very, very warm.
Not wanting to lay still and only take, Blaine pushed through the fog of euphoria and squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto his palm. He warmed it up and gingerly gathered Kurt in his hand, hoping this time Kurt could handle simultaneous penetration and a hand job, since he was on top and in control this time.
Blaine was rewarded with Kurt's legs stuttering halfway down on the current thrust. Kurt's mouth let go of his nipple with a pop, his back arched up, and his head dropped back between his shoulders. His mouth gaped.
"Shi-fffuuu- Blaine," Kurt's voice drew out, his hands gripping the sheets to keep his body upright and seated on Blaine.
Pushed on by Kurt's obvious enjoyment, Blaine added a drop of lube to his other palm, and took to massaging Kurt's
erection like he would Kurt's hands. Long, heavy, smooth presses of palms and fingers that cupped the inner corners of Kurt's thighs, down to the base, then wrapped hand-over- hand diagonally around the shaft in fluid motions; gave way to runs of fingertips on and around the head.
Abruptly, Kurt's breathing lengthened and deepened, with inhales audible and exhales vocal. His rhythm up and against Blaine picked up, taking on an urgent air. Blaine pumped Kurt's length and rolled his balls in his palm as he watched in awe as desire fully took over Kurt's body, his facial expressions, and his entire consciousness. Everything fell away and only yearning was left- to feel, and taste, and fill- to pursue and be pursued.
Kurt leaned back a bit to change the angle and fucking hell right there was the golden snitch he'd been searching for, for the last thirty minutes of play atop Blaine. The angle was just right and his prostate exploded, with the gathering of nerves firing like a match lit in an armory. His body flushed with a wave of intense heat, and a coil tightened in his balls and abdomen, pulling and curling taut. Kurt humped frantically, jaggedly in his haze of pleasure, driving full force off the now familiar ledge he'd crested less than an hour ago.
He was so lost in the dual onslaught of erotic sensation that he forgot all about the potential mess, and came all over Blaine's chest, thrusting into Blaine's hands, and down onto Blaine's hips.
Blaine couldn't hold out any longer and came forcefully into Kurt as Kurt's last spurt dripped out of him and down Blaine's forearm. Sparks flew behind their eyelids, their bodies humming and buzzing with pleasure at its peak, turning into slippery, boneless jelly beneath the perfectly crushing weight of ecstasy. The release of pressure left them supremely
deflated and sated.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they floated down from the high. When Kurt began resurfacing from the fall, Blaine rolled them over and lay sprawled out on Kurt, neither caring about the mess they made between them with Kurt's cum. His toes wiggled and mingled with Kurt's, with one knee between his as well. Blaine could feel the cool sliver of metal press firm into his navel, a reminder of the first bit of intimacy he'd ever shared with his Love.
Blaine made lazy patterns with his fingertips in Kurt's delicate patch of chest hair, letting Kurt slowly sink into blissful oblivion. With slowing breaths, Kurt opened his eyes, closed his lax jaw, and smiled lethargically up to Blaine. Blaine reciprocated, causing Kurt to giggle and unconsciously clench around Blaine, forcing a sharp intake of breath from Blaine's lips. This time around, Blaine's overused, unaccustomed body reacted even sharper to the very same sensation he'd felt earlier that night.
"God- Kurt- can you do that again?"
Blaine's hands clutched at Kurt's waist, reveling in the overload of stimulation to his fading erection. The tiniest twinge of pain accompanied each constriction of blood flow back into the core of his body, but it heightened the senses and added a bit of adrenalin to the exhilaration. Kurt smiled and flexed rhythmically as Blaine slowly softened inside of him. Blaine bit his lip and closed his eyes, falling heart-first for the sweet pressure and mild kneading Kurt's body bestowed.
Kurt's heart fluttered to see Blaine dip into sensations that he alone was responsible for igniting.
Blaine snuggled onto Kurt like a blanket, shuffling to get comfortable. The movement shifted their connection and
Blaine felt himself beginning to slide out. He reached to the bedside table and grabbed the hand towel. He tenderly pulled out of Kurt, vigilant to not rush the movement. Once they were two separate beings again, Blaine quickly wiped himself off from chest to thighs; then carefully, thoroughly wiped Kurt down from torso, to perineum, to lower back. The gesture was wonderfully sweet, and Kurt couldn't help but beam at the tender care Blaine cradled him in. How in the world did I get so lucky? Blaine left the towel beneath Kurt's cheeks to catch any cum that might leak out, and curled up into Kurt's side.
They laid snuggled together for a length of time, content in the afterglow. Kurt lazily ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, enjoying each hum of satisfaction that vibrated through Blaine's closed lips. Slowly the haze and sleepiness faded, and Blaine wordlessly sat up. He moved to lay perpendicular to Kurt, moving his mouth over Kurt's piercing. His hot, strong tongue darted out and flicked Kurt's ring. Kurt's hand flew out for something to hold, and ended up clutching Blaine's left butt cheek.
He chuckled at Kurt's lightning-fast reaction to his tongue. "I really should mouth your navel more often."
Kurt nodded vehemently, and answered with a breathy, "Yes," massaging Blaine's ass tightly in his hand.
Blaine ducked down and returned his ministrations to Kurt's navel. He rimmed the edges slowly, circling the sensitive flesh with his tongue buried inside. Kurt bucked when Blaine nipped the ring and sucked it into his mouth, laving it across his tongue and running the metal across the back of his teeth. Blaine noted the blood rushing back down Kurt's body, giving rise to his penis next to Blaine's face.
Kurt wheezed out in one heavy breath, "Mmmfff I could let
you do that all night without complaint."
Blaine smiled against Kurt's stomach, "I would love to spend an entire night making out with your navel sometime soon."
Once the skin was red and warm from irritation and stimulation, Blaine backed off and nuzzled back into Kurt's side.
After a minute or two more of cuddling, a wicked glint formed in Kurt's eye. It didn't go unnoticed.
"What are you thinking, Sweetness?"
Kurt slithered down Blaine's body, "Mmm nothing much. Lay on your back, Bee."
Blaine obliged eagerly, curious to see what Kurt had planned.
Kurt pressed open Blaine's legs, bent his knees, and planted them into the mattress.
"Do your best to hold still. And I want to hear you, Bee. Got it?"
Blaine nodded. He watched in rapt silence and seized breath as Kurt held the backs of his thighs in his hands and lowered his face down between his legs. Blaine's head fell back into the mess of pillows as he felt the first swipe of Kurt's tongue across his balls.
"K-Kurt," Blaine struggled to voice, fingers grasping at Kurt's hair. Kurt gently took the hand in his locks and pulled it to rest on the bed, and linked their fingers together. He squeezed.
"Squeeze my hand as hard as you need."
Kurt dropped his head back down and slowly lapped from perineum to base, licking all the way around Blaine's balls, for a few moments, watching as Blaine unraveled chaotically
above and beside him. Legs bent and stiffened beside him, and hips tried so hard to stay still against his face. Kurt opened his jaw a little wider and enveloped Blaine's entire package in his mouth. The warm, wet sensation flooded Blaine's brain and short-circuited his thoughts until all he could see and feel and experience was the mouth that tea- bagged him into delirium.
Kurt rolled the balls in his mouth, savoring them like jawbreaker candy. His tongue wound round them in slow motion, swallowing his spit around them. Blaine's pants and moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. His legs tensed and he gripped Kurt's hand with all the strength he had. Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's base, exhaling into the red skin as he alternated rolling and swallowing his balls. Kurt watched, fascinated, as Blaine's erection grew and stood tall. Barely a minute later, he felt the pressure in Blaine's balls, build in his mouth.
"Kurtohmygod, unf-"
Blaine's fingers dug into the palm of Kurt's hand. He quickly freed Blaine's balls and took Blaine's head into his mouth right when the first release rocked his body. Kurt swallowed the hot liquid as it filled his mouth. The warmth soothed down his throat, and settled into his stomach. Blaine tugged on Kurt's hand when the last bit left his body. Kurt moved to lay down on the mattress, but he was pulled on top of Blaine and quickly brought down for a slow, sensual kiss.
"That was," Kiss. "incredible," Lick.
"Baby Doll."
Kurt blushed with a smile.
Blaine cupped his face with both hands. "Thank you. Thank you... For everything."