SKIN: the external covering or integument of an animal body especially when soft and flexible.
Breakfast and the other meals after that were purely to keep up their strength for the day and done completely nude. It was peanut butter toast and milk for breakfast followed by sandwiches and fresh fruit and veggies for lunch. Between that, the boys secluded themselves to the master bedroom.
"I want to take my time," Blaine said to Kurt once they'd come back to the bedroom after eating their breakfast. "There isn't a centimeter of your body I don't want to explore and become intimately familiar with."
"Okay," Kurt panted, already hard again. "Only if, after you're done, I get to do the same to you."
"Deal," Blaine said and attached his lips to Kurt's in a frantic kiss, completely excited to spend the next several hours learning the gorgeous man in front of him. He backed them up to the bed, and once their knees hit, their lips parted. "Let me strip the blankets off really quickly."
When the blankets were in a pile beside the dresser, Blaine turned around to see Kurt already in the middle of the bed, looking at him like he was some sort of entrée on a dinner table. Without missing a beat, Blaine stalked over to the bed, crawled up on it, and hovered over Kurt. His cock was already leaking pre-cum on Kurt's body, and neither of them minded one bit.
"Ok, Google," Blaine said. "Play my 'Someday' playlist." Blaine had always been a romantic at heart. And he's always hoped he'd find someone to share his life with. Several years ago, he'd started compiling a list of songs he'd love to have playing in the background whenever he met that special someone. This seemed like a very good time to have it playing softly, knowing he didn't want to drown out any sounds that Kurt might make.
"Alright. Here's your 'Someday' playlist playing on YouTube Music," a voice sounded throughout the room.
Instrumental music started playing on surround sound as Blaine began his exploration. He started with the tips of Kurt's pointed ears. This was something he'd been thinking about since Kurt told him he was a half-elf. He'd known from the few guys he'd made out with in his past that some of their earlobes were sensitive. What he was more interested in, though, were the tips…
"FUUUUCCCKKKK," Kurt moaned as Blaine's lips came into contact with the right one and sucked it slightly.
Blaine moaned, and it made Kurt buck up, seeking any sort of friction he could.
"Huh-uh," Blaine said. "I don't care how many times you cum while I do this. I'm only concentrating on one part of you at a time, though. So, you'll either have to take things into your own hands or see what I can do with just my mouth."
"You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?" Kurt groaned, keeping his hands firmly clenching the sheets underneath him.
"If I am, hopefully, it's not for many, many years," Blaine whispered into Kurt's left ear and gave it the same treatment as the right one.
When the song changed, Blaine continued to Kurt's face, leaving kisses all over his eyes—causing Kurt to gasp—his nose—causing him to giggle—his cheeks, and lastly his lips—causing him to moan into Blaine's mouth as his tongue explored it in a leisurely manner. As the song changed again, Blaine's attentions moved to Kurt's jawline and his neck. Thankfully, this was a longer song, too. Blaine wanted to spend at least this one song on Kurt's neck since he knew it was already sensitive and the half-elf made the most delicious noises.
"Please, I need to…" Kurt moaned, his hands flexing with the sheets in them, almost like he couldn't tell if he wanted to jerk himself off or see if Blaine could pull an orgasm from him untouched.
"I'm not stopping you at all, baby," Blaine said as he nipped and sucked all over Kurt's neck, paying special attention to the places that made him squirm and tilt his hips the most.
Kurt was given a few seconds of respite while Blaine moved from his neck to his collarbones, to his chest, and to his left nipple. And that was all he could take. With the first suck, Kurt was spilling all over his stomach, shouting Blaine's name. Blaine reached down and helped Kurt through his orgasm, his lips never once letting up on Kurt's nipple. When he could tell that Kurt was starting to get oversensitive, he moved to the right nipple and gave it the same attention he had given the left one, absolutely loving the sounds Kurt was making now that he'd cum.
Blaine found that Kurt's lower abs, his "V", and his lower back were also spots that made him babble and beg for more. And finally… Finally, he was at the point in time in the exploration that he'd been thinking about since their first kiss. Kurt was on his back, his arms hooked under his knees so he was spread out for Blaine to do with what he wanted.
Kurt was in some sort of twisted form of what he had learned in his last lifetime as heaven. Blaine's lips were licking and sucking all over his balls, perineum, and making their way to his hole. He was licking and nipping and sucking the skin as if he were savoring the most delicate and rare treat in all of the worlds. Kurt could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming again when Blaine's tongue entered him for the first time.
Time was standing still for Kurt, and all he could do was feel. That was the only thing that mattered. He couldn't hear the music continue to play over the sound system. All he could feel were Blaine's lips, and now his fingers as his lips started to move toward his once again leaking cock. When warmth surrounded his cock, Kurt felt like he was drowning in pleasure. The build-up to this moment wasn't like any other he'd experienced, and a hurricane could have been whirling outside, and he'd never know. His orgasm ripped through his body, causing him to scream in a way that made Blaine rut down on the bed, causing his own orgasm from a combination of the friction of the sheets and the warm, salty liquid pulsing into his mouth.
As Kurt's cock softened, his other senses returned to him, too. He could feel Blaine's curly head resting on his belly. He could hear the music still softly playing around him. He could smell sex—there really was no other way to describe it.
"My turn?" Kurt asked and felt Blaine laugh.
"Let's rest for a little bit, eat a little, and then I'm all yours," Blaine said.
"So sensible," Kurt joked.
After lunch and a short rest where they pulled a lighter blanket up on the bed to cuddle under, the roles were reversed, and Kurt enjoyed finding every single spot that made Blaine moan and babble and growl with pleasure. He was most intrigued with the sounds Blaine made when he licked along his inner thighs, the backs of his knees, and his belly button. Something he'd definitely use to tease him at some point, he was sure, was the knowledge that sucking on Blaine's fingers made his cock jump with pleasure.
Kurt gave Blaine's hole, cock, and balls the same treatment he'd received and then drank down his cum as he ended with a fast and deep blow job which left both of them satisfied once again.
When their breathing returned to normal and the music had stopped playing, the two looked at each other, more in love than they were when they woke up. They looked around the room, noticing that the sun was in the west and getting ready to set, and that's when they heard Blaine's phone ringing.
"That would be Cooper," he slurred out. It took a few seconds for him to comprehend what he'd just said, and he jumped out of bed to answer his phone.
"Hello," he said breathlessly.
"Little brother, I've been trying to call you for a while now," Cooper said. "We just landed at the tennis courts. Where are you?"
"Shit," Blaine cursed and motioned for Kurt to get out of the bed while he was looking for some clothes. "I'll be there in 10 minutes."
"Take your time. Lewis is going to hang out with me until you get here before he heads back to the mainland."
"Okay. See you in a bit." Blaine hung up the phone and looked at the room, more specifically the rumpled bed, and then to Kurt.
"Cooper's here."