Blaine couldn't help himself, he had spent his reserves trying not to do this but no more, he would have his husband right now.
He pushed Kurt onto the kitchen table, leaning over him as much as he could, so as not to detach their mouths, swallowing the whimpering moans that came from him, he forced both of their underwear around mid thigh, before plucking one of Kurt's thighs up and resting it over his hip.
His fingers grasped along the table for something he could use, only coming across the honey tube that was still there from breakfast...it'll work.
He slathered himself with the honey before pushing into Kurt, his husband already being stretched from 2 rounds of carnal sex about an hour ago, Kurt keened and moaned at being penetrated so fast, but he clung onto Blaine like his life depended on it.
It was over fast, Blaine hadn't lasted very long with Kurt like this since they said their 'I do's' 2 days ago, but he was quick to get back up and ready again.
This morning they had been messing around, cooking together which had ended in sex, dancing around in their underwear, which had now resulted in sex again.
He loved Kurt so much, it was incredibly hard to keep his hands to himself.
Kurt pulled his tight black boxer briefs back up, before reaching out and doing the same for Blaine, licking his lips at the sight of honey everywhere, but then he winked and walked over to where they had left the pasta boiling, and then leaned over to turn the radio up.
"I love this song!" Kurt said loudly as he swung his hips to the beat.
Blaine grinned as he joined in while dancing around the kitchen, collecting a dish for the pasta to go into, while Kurt was busy draining it off, both of them singing along to the song.
"Talk to me, baby!
I'm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy!
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!"
"Walk for me, baby!
I'll be Diddy, you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!"
Kurt was swivelling his hips as he poured the pasta into the dish Blaine had set on the counter, while Blaine was busy setting the timer on the oven, and after that was done he shuffled back over to Kurt and threw his hands around his waist, pulling him back to dance with him.
"God damn
See you licking frosting from your own hands
Want another taste, I'm begging, yes ma'am
I'm tired of all this candy on the dry land, dry land, oh."
"Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece
You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me, ah
You're a real-life fantasy, you're a real-life fantasy
But you're moving so carefully; let's start living dangerously."
Blaine had grasped Kurt's hips in his hands and they were both laughing while they were singing, and grinding into each other. Blaine was starting to become aroused again, as Kurt pushed his butt back into him. And he growled the lyrics into Kurt's ear, feeling a shiver race down his husband's spine.
"Talk to me, baby!
I'm going blind from this sweet sweet craving, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!"
"Walk for me, baby (walk for me now)
I'll be Diddy, you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!
Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!"
Blaine kept Kurt's hips flushed back against his, grinding his erection into Kurt's butt, causing his husband to moan as Blaine said the next lyrics into his ear.
"You're fucking delicious." He said and Kurt turned to capture his mouth with his own, hard and wanting.
They left the pasta on the counter unattended again as Blaine pushed Kurt up against the side of their refrigerator, dislodging the door a little, and it popped open. Blaine groped blindly for anything he could use again, and stumbled upon the leftover raspberry coulis from yesterday making cheesecakes.
He dipped his fingers in it and then shoved down his underwear again, slathering himself in the cool red coating and Kurt laughed as he turned around, and slightly bent down for Blaine.
Blaine was slow about his entry this time, and Kurt bit his lip and groaned at the sticky sensation, but the glide was easy enough to take. Blaine pushed his hips shallowly into his husband, feeling every inch of him clenching around him, and trying to make the effort for Kurt to finish first this time.
Kurt was a lot more sensitive there than Blaine was, so it was always over especially quickly when they did it this way. Kurt moaned as his orgasm crept up on him and exploded over the side of the refrigerator, and Blaine wiped it off with his hand, rubbing it back onto Kurt's abdomen, ignoring the disgusted noise of his husband and sunk his teeth slightly into a pale shoulder as he thrust and let go.
Pulling out slowly, and then kissing his way down Kurt's spine as he pulled his underwear up, Kurt turned to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck and laughed as he pulled him into a kiss.
"By the time we're finished here, I'll taste like a fruit cocktail." Kurt said with an amused glint in his eyes and Blaine chuckled along.
"Well, you are delicious."
Kurt gave him one last kiss before moving back to the pasta, pouring over the already prepared sauce, and then Blaine danced his way over with the cheese and vegetables to place on top, stealing kisses from Kurt, who just laughed at his silly husband and lightly slapped his butt as he danced away, and another song they both recognized appeared on the radio.
"I've been really trying baby!" Blaine sang out with the voice on the radio as he turned to grin at Kurt, "Trying to hold back this feeling for so long!"
Kurt laughed as Blaine stepped forward and placed his hands on his chest.
"And if you feel, like I feel, baby, come on, oh come on," Blaine said as he grinded up against him before placing a finger in the pasta sauce and drawing a heart shape over the pale chest in front of him, "Let's get it on."
He leaned forward and sucked the heart shape off of Kurt, and then twirled him away from the counter, so that they could dance together, still a sticky mess, but neither cared, they were having too much fun.
Blaine continued to sing Marvin Gaye in Kurt's ear as they moved around the kitchen floor, sidestepping and swaying together.
"There's nothing wrong, with me, loving you!" Blaine said and Kurt placed a few kisses down his husband's neck, as they continued dancing close, "And giving yourself to me, can never be wrong, if the love is true!"
Kurt smiled gently as he rested his cheek on Blaine's shoulder, letting his husband swirl and sway him around their kitchen. After Marvin's song finished on the radio, Blaine released his hold on Kurt with a kiss, and then Kurt placed the pasta dish into the oven, setting the timer and then joining Blaine at the table, who had two glasses of orange juice waiting.
"Thanks, honey." Kurt said as he took one of the glasses from Blaine, and downing the juice quickly.
Blaine watched him with a curious expression as he swayed his hips side to side, walking over to place his glass in the sink, and then turning back to grin a little devilishly at Blaine.
"The pasta is going to be at least 30 minutes, and we're sooo sticky," Kurt said as he trailed a hand across the front of his underwear, hearing Blaine gulp loudly, "We should shower."
"Yes we should." Blaine agreed before dragging Kurt by his hand into the bathroom, Kurt's laughter slowly turning into soft moans and groans as they finished the rest of their morning lost in each other.