A/N: This chapter includes barebacking and a pain kink.

"Sweetheart," Kurt grunted. "Fuck, you feel so good around me. So, fucking tight and warm. Don't ever want this to stop."

At hearing Kurt's wrecked voice, Blaine slowed down his movements. They had been at this for a while, though not the whole time with Blaine riding Kurt like it was his day job.

oOoOo

After their talk that morning, the boys decided to lounge for the remainder of the day. They sat in front of the fire until their stomachs were growling. Then, they ventured out into the city to eat one last time at their favorite little restaurant. When they got back to the villa, they decided to swim for a while. Well, not so much swim as skinny dip.

They hadn't actually planned on having sex while they were down there. Really, they hadn't. And when they realized that that was where things were headed, they had a discussion that killed their hard-ons for just a little bit, but it was all worth it in the end.

"I want you so bad," Blaine said as he straddled Kurt and nipped at his neck.

"We don't have any condoms down here," Kurt groaned, loving the friction that Blaine was causing. "Or lube for that matter."

"Before you, I hadn't had sex in a little over a year," Blaine said, stopping his hips from rocking because this was important. "It was a guy I went on a couple of dates with, and it was right around the anniversary of all of that bad crap happening. I was lonely and afterward, it never happened again. I hated how I felt about myself afterward. I get tested every couple of months out of habit, and my last one came back right before I came to Rome. I'm clean. And the water and spit will work just fine for lube."

Kurt didn't give Blaine a chance to keep talking. "I hadn't had sex in, god, three years. I sound so fucking pathetic right now, don't I?"

"Not at all," Blaine replied and placed a kiss on Kurt's lips. "You said before that you need to be able to connect with someone to sleep with them. It's not pathetic; it's smart."

"Anyway," Kurt continued. "I'm clean as well as of about a month ago. Like you, it was just a habit to get tested every few months."

"You're it for me, Kurt," Blaine said in a soft voice, looking deep in Kurt's eyes. "I trust you with my heart, soul, and body. I don't want any barriers between us anymore. Are you okay with that? If you're not, I could run upstairs—"

Kurt cut his soulmate off with a searing kiss, lost in the thought of being inside of him without anything between them. "Holy shit," he panted as he pulled away. "Just the thought of being inside of you bare has me so close, it's not even funny."

"Well," Blaine said with a cheeky grin, "it's a good thing you'll need to stretch me a little bit so you can put that big, hard, delicious cock ins—"

Kurt cut Blaine off again with his mouth and dug his fingers into his hips. Blaine grabbed one of Kurt's hands and detached their lips to suck on Kurt's fingers, hoping he would get the hint to use them to stretch him out. When their tongues were back to thrusting in and out of each other's mouths, Kurt reached behind Blaine and started working him open with spit slick fingers. The warmth of the hot tub and the anticipation of what was to come made it quicker than the last time they had sex. Well, that and he was still a little loose from their romp in the sheets last night.

"Now," Blaine panted when he could tell that his body was ready. His lips brushed lightly against Kurt's as he begged, "Please, I need you in me now."

"Okay, love," Kurt whispered and got them adjusted for Blaine to ride him.

They had discovered that this was one of Blaine's favorite positions thus far. He loved, absolutely loved, having Kurt so much deeper inside of him. Kurt had discovered how to help Blaine let go and be taken care of this way, too. He learned how to direct the pace with the squeeze of his hands on Blaine's hips and was learning how to give Blaine exactly what he needed.

"Breathe," Kurt reminded Blaine as he started to sink down onto Kurt.

"Oh, fucking fuck," Blaine started to ramble.

This was almost Kurt's favorite part of sex, almost. Blaine would start to ramble, and it was always a guessing game as to what would come out of his mouth before Kurt was fully enveloped in Blaine's ass.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! You're so fucking big and feel so good. So big. So, so good. Oh my god. So warm. You fucking fill me up so good. Ghuuuu," Blaine moaned as he finally seated himself on Kurt. There was sweat dripping down his face, and he wasn't quite sure if it was the heat from the hot tub or the exertion from getting Kurt all the way inside of him.

"Blaine," Kurt strained, "don't move. Please don't move, or this is going to be over, like, right the fuck now."

Blaine did as Kurt asked and stayed still. He rested his forehead against Kurt's and just sat there, breathing in sync with his soulmate. Both men needed to calm down a bit because neither was ready to fall into that glorious abyss of pure pleasure. "Baby," Blaine whispered once he had finally caught his breath, "I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I am so, so happy that we found each other here. And while I've loved all of our time here, and yes, that includes talking about the sad and scary stuff, I can't wait to go home." He moved his head just enough to kiss Kurt's cheek before continuing. "I can't wait to move in with you, to fall asleep next to you every night, and wake up next to you every morning. And I won't delude myself into thinking that everything is going to always be sunshine and rainbows, because that's not practical. But I know with my whole being that we will make it through absolutely anything the universe throws at us. We can make it through anything as long as we're together."

"That sounded like a proposal," Kurt joked. "Are you hiding a ring somewhere? Is there going to be a band around my cock when I pull out later?" He smirked at his soulmate.

Blaine laughed, and both boys moaned at the friction it caused. "No, that wasn't a proposal. Someday, but definitely not while you're buried deep in me." He winked at Kurt.

"Not if I get there first," Kurt thought. "I'm ready for you to move if you are, love."

Blaine rocked back and forth a few times, making sure everything felt comfortable. The pain had subsided, and all he felt now was wonderful pleasure. His favorite thing about this position, besides getting to look into Kurt's eyes, was the ability to control how and where Kurt was placed inside of him. He could repeatedly force Kurt against his prostate, or just tease it if he wasn't quite ready to let go yet. Despite loving to let someone else be in charge, riding Kurt was the perfect balance between being in control and letting go.

Kurt let Blaine just rock for a few moments and then placed his hands on Blaine's hips. They quickly found their place right over the fading bruises from a few nights ago. Kurt stilled Blaine's movements and thrust up into him, gently at first, then picking up speed just a little until Blaine was an incoherent mess of moans, grunts, and groans. This was Kurt's favorite part of sex with Blaine. There was just something so sexy about Blaine when he could no longer speak. He slowed down when he sensed his soulmate getting close and then just let the water and jets in the hot tub rock them until Blaine had calmed back down.

While Blaine was coming down from the edge, he was like a kitten, licking Kurt's neck, loving the sounds he was able to get his soulmate to make. When he was calm, he looked at Kurt and conveyed with his eyes what he wanted, what he needed. They had discussed their sex life quite a bit over the past week, learning what turned the other on and what fantasies they both had. Blaine loved submitting but didn't have to do it all of the time to be satisfied. Kurt loved being in control, so the dynamic worked out well for them.

The one thing that Blaine desperately wanted was for Kurt to fuck him, not make love to him. He wanted it hard and fast and oh so dirty. Kurt, however, had been very, very reluctant to give Blaine this one thing. He was terrified of hurting Blaine. To him, it just wasn't worth the risk.

Seeing the pleading and raw want in Blaine's eyes undid him, though. He couldn't resist this time. "If I'm going to do this, I need a way for you to stop me if you need me to."

"Like a safeword?" Blaine asked.

"Yes," Kurt answered. "I just know it's going to feel so fucking good, and I think I will be able to tell the difference between a good moan and a painful one. But it would make me a lot more comfortable if I had another layer of security there."

"I love you," Blaine said and surged forward to capture Kurt's lips. "Thank you for looking out for me. Umm…" It was hard to think like this. "What about the stoplight system? Red would mean stop, yellow is slow down, and green is I am fucking good to go!"

"Okay," Kurt breathed and focused his attention on the golden orbs looking back at him. He could see the love and most of all, trust. Kurt leaned forward to kiss him again and then started thrusting. It took him a moment to get leverage in the water, and he ended up with one hand on Blaine's waist and the other on his shoulder, both helping him keep Blaine in place so he could pound into him as hard and fast as he could.

"Uhhhhhhh," Blaine moaned, loving every second of what was happening to him. "Uhhhhh, uhhh, uh." Kurt was hitting his prostate with every thrust. One by one, his senses were shutting down; he couldn't focus on anything besides his soulmate's pounding rhythm.

Where Blaine was resigned to grunts, Kurt could only get one sound out of his mouth. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," he chanted with each thrust. Their build-up had them both on edge within minutes, and before Kurt could wrap one of his hands around Blaine's cock, Blaine was screaming and cumming, tightening down around Kurt. This triggered Kurt's orgasm, and he bit down on Blaine's shoulder in place of shouting.

"Holy fucking shit," Blaine said after taking several moments to breathe deeply. "That was…baby… there's cum floating around in here." He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he watched some float by.

"We'll need to leave them a ridiculous tip when we leave," Kurt chuckled. There most definitely was cum floating around in the hot tub. "There's probably going to be more than that when you get off of me. How are you feeling, love?" Kurt asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I feel perfect," Blaine said dreamily. "The only thing that will make me feel even better will be a repeat to bring in the new year."

"We'll see," Kurt chuckled. "Ok, love, hop-off so we can go get cleaned up and replenish our calories, especially if you want a repeat tonight."

oOoOo

Their marathon of sexual positions into the New Year didn't start off with Blaine riding Kurt. When they got up to the bedroom that night, they had talked a little at Kurt's insistence. He wanted to really, really make sure that Blaine was physically alright and that more sex today wasn't going to hurt him. During their talk, they discovered that Blaine had a bit of a pain kink that he had never really known about before.

"Baby," Blaine said, "I can't really describe it. It's not something that hurts like a sharp pain would. It doesn't feel like I've been injured. It's more like a dull reminder that you're there, that you love me and will take care of me. Does that make sense?"

"I think I get it," Kurt said, smiling at his soulmate. "It doesn't mean I like causing you pain, but as long as I'm not really hurting you, and I trust you to use your safeword if I ever do…" He raised an eyebrow expectantly at Blaine, "I will do my best not to let it get in our way."

Kurt was beyond ready to be back inside his soulmate and pushed Blaine down on his stomach, a pillow under his hips so that he had better access to Blaine's ass, and proceeded to lay a trail of kisses down his back until he got to his target. He wasn't sure why, but the puffiness of Blaine's rim turned him on, a lot! Kurt parted Blaine's cheeks and licked around the swollen area, feeling his desire spreading through his body like a wildfire.

Blaine was in heaven. The things Kurt was doing hurt in the best ways. "Suck on it, please," Blaine whimpered.

So, that's what Kurt did. He sucked on Blaine's puffy rim and licked his way into his hole. When Blaine was a writhing mess, Kurt pulled back and grabbed the bottle of lube, uncapping it and getting ready to slick up his fingers.

"Please," Blaine whined. "Please just get inside me. I don't need to be stretched again, and I promise, if it's too much after you get started, I will 'yellow' or 'red.'" By the end of his sentence, he was panting in anticipation of the stretch Kurt's cock would cause entering him with no preparation. He needed that to happen right fucking now!

Kurt laid out on top of Blaine, his cock snug between his cheeks but not entering him. He leaned up near Blaine's head and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to take such good care of you, sweetheart. I love you so much." Kurt lifted himself off of Blaine and very liberally coated his cock in lube. He also squirted a little bit right on Blaine's rim and rubbed it around, making sure the whole area was good and ready for him. Kurt spread Blaine's cheeks with one hand and guided his cock in with the other. He only paused for a moment after he breached the first ring of muscles and then slowly pushed the rest of the way in, trusting that if it was hurting in a bad way, Blaine would stop him.

Blaine was in heaven. An utterly painful, agonizing paradise that he never ever wanted to leave. When Kurt stopped after he had broached the first ring of muscles, Blaine almost started crying. He didn't want Kurt to stop at all, and he was so elated when his soulmate continued to push the rest of the way into him without stopping. It felt beyond amazing.

Kurt didn't waste any time moving in and out of Blaine. At first, they were just short strokes in and out. After several of those, Kurt picked up the pace a little, starting to get a sense of what Blaine's body could take. Several thrusts later, Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine's neck. Blaine turned his head to capture Kurt's mouth in a sloppy kiss. He grabbed Kurt's arm and wrapped it around his chest, which forced Kurt deeper into him.

"Deeper, deeper, deep, deep, deep, oh god!" Blaine moaned.

Kurt picked up the pace, and on one particular thrust, he got a little too deep. Blaine grabbed Kurt's thigh and squeezed it, signaling to him that that particular thrust had not felt so good, but it wasn't so bad that he needed to safeword. Kurt laved kisses on Blaine's neck and cheeks in apology, slowing his pace to shallower thrusts.

"I'm okay, baby," Blaine said. "Please don't stop."

So, Kurt didn't. He sat back up and began to thrust again, faster, in and out of Blaine.

Blaine reached under himself to take the edge off of his own cock, though not enough to get him too close to cumming. "Fucking shit," he panted after a particularly deep thrust. This was better than he'd imagined.

When Kurt felt himself getting close, he wanted to change positions. "Roll over, love," Kurt said. "I want to see your beautiful face."

Blaine complied, pillow still under his ass to give Kurt the best angle. He groaned as Kurt re-entered him after applying more lube.

Kurt changed the tempo of his thrusts every so often, never letting Blaine get used to any particular sensation. His body was craving control, and he was happy Blaine was letting him have it.

This time, it was Blaine who asked to switch positions as he was approaching the edge. "Wanna ride you, baby. Please let me," he begged.

Kurt couldn't speak. The tone that Blaine was begging in, rough and needy, rendered him speechless. He pulled out of Blaine and laid down on the bed, pillows under his shoulders so he could get more leverage to piston in and out of Blaine just the way he liked.

Blaine's ass was on fire by this point. And he loved every fucking second of it. He slathered Kurt's cock once more in lube, guessing that this was the last position they would be in before they both came. Blaine lowered himself onto Kurt in one fell swoop, groaning in ecstasy the entire way down. He didn't waste any time and started bouncing up and down on Kurt at a quick pace.

"Sweetheart," Kurt grunted, "fuck, you feel so good around me. So, fucking tight and warm. Don't ever want this to stop."

At hearing Kurt's wrecked voice, Blaine slowed down his movements. They had been at this for a while, but Blaine had been riding Kurt hard and fast, a pace that was too fast for both of them at the moment.

When Blaine slowed down, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips and started pistoning into him rapidly. He reached to wrap a hand around Blaine's cock, feeling his orgasm building and wanting Blaine to cum with him.

"Don't," Blaine panted. "Wanna cum. From your cock alone. 'll get there. When you do. Promise."

Not half a dozen thrusts later, they both came with a shout at the same time that the clock struck midnight. There could just make out the faint sound of fireworks going off all over the village.

"What's the verdict, love?" Kurt asked once they were both cleaned up and snuggled under the covers.

"Verdict on what?" Blaine asked. "Best year of my life? Best book I've read? Biggest cock that's been shoved up my—"

"That's enough," Kurt laughed. "I was going to ask which position was your favorite, but if you want to answer the questions you came up with, by all means, be my guest."

"This year, because I met you. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Yours obviously. And 'yes' to answer your question."

"'Yes' isn't an answer, love."

"Sure, it is," Blaine replied, feeling drunk on sex, love, and perfect happiness. "You asked me which position was my favorite. My answer is 'yes.'"

"So, all of them, then?" Kurt guessed, and Blaine nodded in agreement.

"But..." Blaine said after a moment.

"A-ha!" Kurt exclaimed. "I knew you had one you liked better than the others.

"I really like riding you," Blaine admitted. "I like how deep you can get in me, and I really, really like how deep you can get when you fuck up into me," he ended with a shudder.

"You like it so much you needed to tell me how good it was twice, huh? Duly noted," Kurt chuckled fondly. "Happy New Year, Blaine."

"Happy New Year, Kurt," Blaine replied and then kissed him. They drifted off to the sounds of people cheering outside and fireworks bursting in the distance.