Tags: Implied Masturbation; Nipple Licking; Handjobs; Rimming; Anal Fingering; Soulmates

A/N: Translations at the end

"Once, when I was at Deswore. I heard some of the other guys talking about it in the common area," Blaine admitted with a blush on his cheeks.

"Why only once?" Kurt asked, intrigued.

"I found that I didn't have anything to motivate me. Though there were times when I was growing up and even while I was at the university that I would wake up, and my drawers would be sticky," Blaine said, looking anywhere but into Kurt's blue eyes. He felt silly because he knew Kurt wouldn't judge him, and he had just promised to tell him the truth. Always.

"Blaine," Kurt coaxed, in hopes that he would look at him again. When Blaine made eye contact, Kurt continued, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm actually quite glad that I get to experience this with you for the first time." Then, Kurt captured Blaine's lips again and began to move under him. They parted, and Blaine gave Kurt a questioning glance, unsure of how to proceed. "Just do whatever feels good to you," Kurt explained and pulled him back down to kiss him.

As Blaine adjusted himself to be more centered over Kurt, he unintentionally rolled his hips against Kurt's and was able to feel his hardness next to his own. "Oh, my gods!" Blaine yelled, thankful that nobody outside the magical hut would be able to hear him. "That feels amazing! Does it feel this good for you, too?"

"Yesssss!" Kurt replied, giggling. "When you're ready for it, we will be doing this without clothes. When our skin touches, it will feel even better than this."

Blaine frantically nodded his head. "Let's do that! I want to do that so badly, my love!" The term of endearment slipped out on its own, and Blaine hesitated, thankful that Kurt didn't seem to react negatively.

Kurt could tell that Blaine was overwhelmed, though not in a bad way. He remembered how it felt to have so many new and confusing hormones raging through his body all at once. Taking pity on his soulmate, Kurt said, "Sal uann va desha thar, thiramen." He felt Blaine relax a bit as he returned the name. Kurt began to slow things down for them, easing them gently down the path. He kissed slowly down Blaine's jaw and neck. When Kurt reached the spot where Blaine's neck met his shoulder, he licked and sucked some, eliciting the most beautiful moan out of Blaine. As he continued his ministrations, he undid the fastenings of Blaine's clothes and opened his shirt.

"Veluthe," Kurt whispered when he got the shirt opened and slid it off of Blaine's body. He continued his way down, trying to entice him into making that deep moan again. Kurt was determined to learn all of the places on Blaine that would create that reaction. He also knew he needed to be careful not to stimulate him too much since this was Blaine's first time being touched by someone else.

Kurt paid special attention to Blaine's nipples and, to his delight, found they were very sensitive. "I love having my nipples played with, thiramen," Kurt huskily said as he moved from the right one to the left. "I love having them licked, sucked, and even lightly bitten. They are one of my most sensitive parts."

"Kurrrrrt," Blaine moaned again. He felt something happening inside his body that he didn't quite understand, and he was too far gone to figure it out. Between what Kurt was doing to his body and the things he was saying, he felt like he was going to explode from the inside out.

Kurt could tell what was happening and doubled his efforts on Blaine's left nipple, watching Blaine's face. He wanted to see him fall apart.

"FUUUUUCK!" Blaine yelled as he had his first conscious orgasm ever.

After seeing how beautifully Blaine fell apart under him, Kurt needed his own release. He started pressing his own hardness up against Blaine's thigh. He wasn't frantically chasing his orgasm, but he wasn't going at a leisurely pace either. When Blaine came back to reality, he realized what Kurt was doing and immediately wanted to help.

"What can I do to help you?" Blaine asked, staring into Kurt's eyes. He wanted Kurt to understand that he was serious, that he wasn't scared or intimidated by anything that Kurt would ask him to do.

"Give me your hand," Kurt commanded. Blaine held out his hand, and Kurt put it on his very hard cock, still in his knickers. He showed Blaine what to do and directed him on how hard and fast to move. "Keep doing that and kiss me, thiramen," Kurt panted, knowing that it wouldn't take much more for him to reach his climax.

Blaine lunged at Kurt's mouth and kissed him like his life depended on it, continuing the up and down motion with his hand. Kurt began to moan into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine could tell that Kurt was getting close. He redoubled his efforts both with his kisses and his hand, wanting so badly to make Kurt feel as good as he had felt. Moments later, Kurt tensed up. Then, Blaine felt him release all of the tension in his body. Kurt hadn't told him to stop moving his hand, so he didn't; that is, until his movements became too sensitive for Kurt, and he grabbed Blaine's hand and stopped him.

After their breathing evened back out, they realized how dirty they felt and laughed as they looked at each other. "Want me to take care of cleaning that up for you, my love?" Blaine asked as he magically cleaned himself.

"I'd be grateful if you would," Kurt answered, so Blaine cleaned him up as well.

"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine said, settling down on the mat. "That was amazing, and I'm honestly not sure I've ever felt as relaxed as I do right now, laying in your arms."

"There's no need to thank me, Blaine," Kurt answered as he yawned. "I'm glad you were okay with me taking the reins." He yawned again, wider. "Sleep time?" he asked with a small smile.

"Definitely," Blaine said. He magically snuffed out the fire and cuddled next to Kurt. "Sal aestar va, Kurt," Blaine whispered as he was falling asleep.

"Sal aestar va, eso, Blaine," Kurt replied as he drifted off.

Blaine awoke in the morning to an empty hut. He knew that Kurt didn't need as much sleep as he did, but he still hoped that Kurt would still be there when he woke up. Blaine picked up his belongings and headed out of the hut just moments before it dissipated. Santana and Finn had not yet risen, so he went in search of Kurt and found him near the cave entrance.

"Kurt?" Blaine called softly to him once he was close enough not to startle him. "I was hoping that you'd still be there when I woke up this morning." He tried not to let the hurt show in his voice.

"I couldn't remember how long the hut lasted, and I didn't want to chance the others seeing us cuddled together," Kurt answered, hanging his head. He knew that he just wasn't ready for the other two to know about them yet, but he felt a little guilty. What he had been through with Sebastian was tainting his ability to move forward.

"I understand," Blaine said, defeated somewhat. He was ready to shout from the rooftops that Kurt was his soulmate, but he understood that Kurt wasn't comfortable. He wasn't fully sure if Kurt felt the pull of the soulmate bond yet, but he was ceratin that was what he was feeling. "Whenever you're ready to let others know about us, we will do that. Though I have a feeling that Santana already knows. She's perceptive like that."

"She's been giving me looks every once in a while, that make me think she does, too," Kurt said, finally turning around to look at Blaine. "I'm sorry I'm so weak."

Blaine rushed forward and cupped Kurt's cheek in his hand. "You're anything but weak, my love. I understand why you want to keep this between us for now. I really do. Whenever you're ready, we will tell them, and if you never are, it won't make me love you any less," Blaine said and gently kissed Kurt on the lips.

With tears in his eyes, marveling at the compassion and understanding of his beautiful soulmate, Kurt kissed him back, thanking him for his understanding and patience. He had been feeling the soulmate pull as well, though he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to fully acknowledge it having been so hurt before, and knowing that there would be no recovering if he were hurt like that by Blaine. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You were just you," Blaine answered softly.

Kurt took several deep breaths to get his emotions back under control. Afterward, Blaine led him over to the fire to cook some breakfast which roused the two sleeping dragonborns. Just after they finished eating, the entrance to the cave opened, and the group was summoned by a merman to follow him to meet King Merrick.

When they entered what Blaine guessed was a throne room of sorts, they saw a merman sitting atop a gold and pearl throne. What surprised Blaine was the merman's apparent age. He didn't look like he could have been more than 20 years old. He had short, brown hair that was slicked back like he had just gotten out of the bath and combed it with his fingers. A golden trident rested in his left hand, and a simple circlet crown sat atop his head.

"King Merrick, I presume?" Blaine asked. At the merman's nod, Blaine continued, "Thank you for meeting with us. My name is Blaine, and these are my travel companions, Kurt, Finn, and Santana. We were told that another one of our companions, who bears this same marking, might be with your people." He showed the king his hands.

King Merrick held up his hand to stop Blaine from explaining more. "I do have a prisoner with the marking you speak of. A dwarf with quite the mouth on him, especially after he's been hitting the bottle a little too hard," the King explained. "As I'm told, he seduced my sister and then didn't want to see her again. He is awaiting his sentencing for disrespect to the royal family. I was also informed that one of you killed my cousin, Marius."

Blaine closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sent a silent prayer to the gods. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing at the title, "none of us know anyone by the name of Marius. We are guessing that the informant who relayed this information to you is with the purist cult. Despite orders from King Piedmont of Slosa, Dozeh refused to help us, especially after seeing our markings. News has spread quickly through the purist ranks about who we are, and we have heard they have been ordered to stop us at any cost. As for the companion in your custody, I haven't met him. I don't know anything about him. What I do know, though, is that we cannot complete our mission without him. And, for the sake of anyone who is a half-breed of any sort, we need to complete the mission we have been tasked with." He bowed again, hoping he hadn't been too direct with the king. The future of their mission depended on his mercy.

The king raised an eyebrow at Blaine, wondering if the prophecy he had heard about was real and if these were the ones set forth to make it come to light. "Bring the dwarf, Ervin," he said to one of the guards overseeing the meeting. Ervin bowed and left for the holding cells. The room was silent as the king sized up the group in front of him, wondering if they really had the power to bring the races together. Blaine and his companions were looking for exits, wondering if they could fight their way out of the colony if they needed to.

A few minutes later, Ervin came back into the throne room, escorting a disgruntled looking dwarf. He had light brown skin, and his black hair was cut into a mohawk. His beard was thick and styled into braids, beads hanging off the end of each. He had a scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his cheek. "What the hell, man? I was sleeping," the dwarf grumbled as he took in his new surroundings, noting that the king still looked pissed at him and a group of newcomers were looking at him with curious eyes.

"Young master dwarf," the king began, "these comrades say that you are part of their group. Is this true?"

"I've never seen them before in my life, but if it gets me out of here...Sure. I'm part of their group," the dwarf said.

"May I?" Blaine asked the king.

"Be my guest," King Merrick answered with a sweep of his hand, curious to see how this interaction would play out. No matter what, he was going to be rid of the dwarf today.

"What is your name?" Blaine asked.

"Puck," the dwarf answered. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Blaine," he explained. "This is Kurt, Finn, and Santana. We are all traveling together on the same mission. Tell me, could I see your left hand?"

"What the fuck for?" Puck asked, suspicious as to why these people would want to specifically see his left hand. He didn't want to draw attention to the marks that had shown up out of the blue one day. He didn't want anyone thinking he was diseased.

"Do it," King Merrick commanded, "or the guards will help you to do it."

Reluctantly, Puck lifted up his left hand, and there, for everyone to see, were the same scales that were on each of the newcomer's hands.

[King Merrick, this is Blaine speaking to you through my magic. I need to touch him to see where the next companion is, and I don't want your guards to harm or deter us. Is that ok?]

"Ssiith phe sihv vi hi ehilhili," King Merrick announced, knowing that not all of his guards spoke Common, the language that most races spoke.

Blaine approached Puck cautiously, unsure of how he would react. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I just want to compare your mark to my own," he explained.

Puck nodded in agreement, trusting the young half-elf for some reason. When Blaine touched Puck's hand, Puck's eyes glazed over, just like the others had, and he said, "One black and one white await in Emelle. Trials will tell if you reach them or not."

"You are those who will bring the world peace," King Merrick stated in awe. His race, too, was considered half-breeds. He hated seeing his kin killed because of who they were. "You may take Puck with you. No fines will be paid, and no further detainment will be necessary. As a parting gift and thank you for what your group will hopefully do for our lives, please accept these potions. They will allow you to turn into merfolk for five hours, though I will warn you, the transformation is not without pain. All necessary bones will break to accommodate your new body. After the transformation is complete, you will have all of the abilities of merpeople. The transformation will wear off after the five hours or when you get out of the water, and your body will return to its original form. There are three uses in each vile. Use them wisely."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Blaine said with gratitude as he bowed toward the king. "Two more things, if I may?" King Merrick nodded, and Blaine continued. "Do you know of anybody on land that might be able to give us information about Emelle?"

King Merrick thought for a moment and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't."

At seeing Blaine's defeated look, one of the guards who had been watching the whole interaction spoke up, looking at the king. "Yiel Msidhisith, I'xi misilv ih siriihi zmi rsiith hiz. Tmi siil, Wessiz, zmi lisevis ih mi srsiss esssihv i mi zis ih mi rsiehssihv. Hil me es mi ihsith sleseli ih mi esssihv sihv es isisith i hehv vei i es phelphsi liih."

"My guard, Mako," the king said and looked toward Blaine with a smile on his face, "has told me of a seer named Willow. She resides on a small island to the west of the mainland. The only thing on the island is her hut, which is easy to find due to its purple roof. Go to her, and she will likely be able to help you with your journey to Emelle. Now, what was your second question?"

"Thank you, Mako," Blaine began, returning the smile and bowing in thanks to the guard for his information. "The second thing I wanted to ask, Your Majesty, was if there is any way someone could lead us back to the surface safely. We have magic that can get us through the water and would be much obliged if somebody could escort us to Willow's island if at all possible. Time really is of the essence."

"Msii, ziesv ithie fi zessehsh i issil mir?" King Merrick asked Mako. Since he was the one with the knowledge of Willow, it made sense for him to be their guide.

"Oh sielsi, Yiel Msidhisith," Mako answered, secretly glad to spend more time with the dark-haired half-elf.

"Mako has agreed to take you to Willow's island," King Merrick stated.

"Thank you for everything, Your Majesty," Blaine said as Mako led them out of the throne room toward a place where Blaine could transform Kurt once again into the giant octopus, and then perform the water breathing and telepathy spells on the group. While the boys prepared, Santana and Finn explained to Puck and Mako what they were doing. They also assured Puck that they would explain their mission on their way to Emelle. When Blaine was done casting his spells and Kurt was transformed, the group, minus Mako, grabbed onto Kurt, and he followed the merman to Willow's island.

The trip did not take long, and the group did not encounter any delays. After Kurt was an elf once again and the group was on the shore, Blaine walked out into the water to thank Mako for his kindness. Mako gifted Blaine with a shark-bone dagger and kissed him on the cheek, wishing him luck in his travels before diving back into the water. He didn't miss the stone-cold look on Kurt's face. Blaine turned around, shocked by what had just happened, and saw the look on Kurt's face.

["That meant nothing, my love,"] Blaine said, showing Kurt with his eyes that he had no feelings for the merman.

["I know, thiramen,"] Kurt answered. ["I can't blame him, to be honest. As long as you know you're mine, others can pine for you as much as they want."]

["Of course, I'm yours,"] Blaine replied. "Ok, let's go find Willow," he said to the group.

It didn't take the group long to find Willow's hut. The island wasn't huge, as King Merrick had suggested, and the purple roof made it easy to find. As they approached, they saw a lone figure sitting outside the hut. When they got closer, they could make out that the figure was a woman. She was an older looking tiefling with rough, red, pockmarked skin and long, wavy, brown hair. She had gray eyes and a beautiful face. She appeared short and very muscular. ["This must be Willow,"] Blaine told the group.

"Hello, prophecy fillers," Willow said once they were mere feet from where she sat, rocking in her chair. Her voice was gravelly and seemed to come from the back of her throat.

"You know who we are?" Blaine asked.

"I do," Willow rasped. "You bear the mark of those who will bring peace to the world. I know not how it will be accomplished, only that it will be accomplished. Prophecies always are. You will have trials along the way, and things will not always work out the way you think they will. They will work out, though." She looked at each of the companions in turn. She seemed to be studying them, but her eyes only took in their faces for a moment or two before flitting on to the next one.

"When we found Puck, our clue was to find 'one black and one white' in Emelle," Blaine explained. "The merfolk said that you might be able to point us in the right direction."

"I can do you one better," Willow said with a gleam in her eye. "I can give you a map." She then pulled out a map of the world with several markings on it. "I have marked cities and areas that will be useful to you on your journey." She pointed to each mark with crooked finger. "I have seen you in some of these places, though, again, I cannot tell you why."

"Thank you, Willow," Blaine said as he accepted the map gratefully.

"There are a few more things I need to say and give you. Then, your time on my island will be complete," Willow stated. "You will need these at some point during your travels." She handed them each a crystal dagger and a stone tile. Each one had a drawing on it. "The stones you will need in Emelle. The daggers are my gift to you. They cannot be broken and will come in quite handy when all other weapons fail. Use them well."

"Again, thank you," Blaine said. "You've been very informative and kind to us. If there is nothing else, we will return to shore and begin our journey to Emelle."

As the group got ready to leave, two male tieflings, one red and one purple, appeared out of nowhere and startled Finn. He swung his scimitar and hit the red one in the arm. Not knowing why he was being attacked, the tiefling swung back at Finn with his longsword, missing him by inches. Seeing that Finn was being attacked, Kurt shot an arrow at the same time that Santana and Puck ran up, hitting him with their weapons.

Blaine was trying to assess the situation and come up with a plan to stop the fight before anybody got killed. Not knowing where to aim, the tiefling manically swung his sword and hit Finn in the arm, causing the dragonborn to drop his own weapon.

"Stop, and we will not harm you further," Blaine called out. The tiefling did not hear him and swung at Puck. Thankfully, the dwarf was able to get out of the way unharmed. Blaine did not waste any more time and sent a spell toward the tiefling that caused all of the liquid to leave his body [Blight]. The creature sank to the ground, lifeless, and the group turned to the purple male that arrived with him.

"Thank you for giving my brother one last hurrah," the purple tiefling said in a calm tone. He vanished for a split second and reappeared next to where Blaine was standing. "And thank you for trying to spare him," the male said before he kissed Blaine on the lips and disappeared again.

"Who the hell were they?" Santana asked as she tied some cloth around Finn's arm to stop the bleeding. She could tell by the look in Kurt's eyes that all hell was about to break loose; their healers were going to be incapacitated for a while.

"Those," Willow answered, "were my sons. Athan," she pointed at on the ground, "and Rainer who just left." She looked toward Blaine. The sound of her voice had made everyone jump; they'd nearly forgotten that she was there.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" Finn answered in a panic, really not wanting to upset the woman who had helped them so much.

"Don't be, young one," Willow replied. "It was his time." She didn't need to explain to them that a disease had been slowly killing him, and this was more merciful than watching him die a slow and painful death.

As Willow spoke, Kurt was staring at Blaine, and Blaine was staring at Kurt. Blaine was trying to read his soulmate's face. He could sense that Kurt was getting frustrated with other men coming on to him, and he had no idea what to do to fix it.

"Willow?" Santana asked, nodding toward the boys and their staring contest.

"You three come with me," Willow answered knowingly. Finn, Puck, and Santana were ready to follow her into her hut when they saw Kurt start in Blaine's direction. Santana watched with baited breath, hoping that her two companions finally trusted them enough to be themselves without fear of ridicule.

Kurt stalked over to Blaine, grabbed him by his jacket, looked straight into his eyes, and kissed him. The kiss was intense, full of passion and want and love. When they needed air, they broke apart, and Kurt commanded, "Put up your hut, and make it so nobody else can come in."

[Same drill as last night, San,] Blaine said to Santana, not breaking eye contact with Kurt.

[Get some, Hobbit! By the way, the boys know now, and I'm guessing that's what Porcelain wanted when he laid that kiss on you,] she answered, and Blaine immediately put up the hut, a small smile on his face.

Once the hut was conjured, Blaine led Kurt inside and laid his backpack on the ground, not yet knowing what was going to happen.

Kurt copied Blaine's actions. He got his bedroll and put it on the ground, pulling Blaine's out to lay it beside his. Kurt then walked up to Blaine and asked him without words how far he wanted to go. He knew they had just had this conversation the previous night, and he just wanted to make sure it still stood.

"I trust you, my love," Blaine replied in a whisper, not wanting to speak any louder and break the mood. "I want everything with you; all you have to do is show me."

Kurt surged in for another kiss and began unfastening Blaine's clothing. Blaine followed his lead, his hands flying to Kurt's chest and fiddling with the buttons. As they were taking their clothes off, Blaine magically cleaned them both from head to toe, not wanting to taste the saltwater from the sea. Once they were naked, Kurt continued to kiss Blaine's neck and collarbone slowly. He took his time, savoring the scent of his soulmate. He didn't notice the salty taste he was expecting, but he didn't want to break the mood by thanking Blaine for cleaning them. Blaine's moans were too wonderful to interrupt. Now that the initial anger had worn off, he wanted to show his thiramen just how much he loved him, how much he wanted him. He sucked a mark on Blaine, high enough that others would be able to see it and warn them that Blaine was taken.

"Oh my gods, Kurt," Blaine moaned, not minding the possessiveness of Kurt's kisses. "That feels so amazing." Blaine arched his neck so that Kurt had more room to work. He had seen love marks on others at school, so he knew exactly what was happening. Blaine had always thought that the marks looked painful, but my goodness did it feel amazing!

"Would you like to do the same things we did last night or try something new?" Kurt asked huskily as he admired the mark he had made. "Since we are sailing tomorrow, we could stay up all night, learning about each other, and sleep all day tomorrow."

"Yes," Blaine moaned loudly. "Gods, yes, I want to learn everything!" He was already missing Kurt's hot breath against his skin.

"Lay down," Kurt commanded gently. "I will demonstrate on you, and then, you can reciprocate if you'd like. Does that work for you?"

Instead of an immediate verbal response, Blaine quickly laid down and said, "My body is yours to do with as you please. Teach me, my love. I trust you and know you would never do anything to hurt me. I want to know how to please you, how to make you feel good."

Kurt straddled Blaine's thighs, careful not to have their cocks touch. He hoped they would pleasure each other to completion multiple times that night, and he didn't want the first time to be over so quickly. "Last night, you made the most delicious moans when I touched your nipples. I'd like to keep exploring to see what other spots I can find that bring you that much pleasure," Kurt whispered brokenly as he kissed down Blaine's body, finding that the closer his kisses got to Blaine's hips, the louder his soulmate moaned.

After he had sucked a decent-sized mark on both hips, Kurt looked up to see Blaine watching him. His pupils were blown, he was panting, and a sheen of sweat covered his body. He had propped up his head on his discarded clothes so that he didn't have to strain to see what his love was doing. Blaine was, after all, an excellent student and wanted to learn as much as he could.

Kurt moved down to Blaine's feet. He himself wasn't someone who wanted others touching his feet and knew that if he tried to explore this, he would be uncomfortable and Blaine would definitely sense it. So, he started kissing at Blaine's ankle. Getting no significant response, he moved upward, kissing Blaine's calf and finally reaching his knee where he did get a reaction.

He worked a mark on the underside of each knee, then continued his journey upward toward where he knew Blaine wanted him. The further up he got, the louder Blaine's moans became. Kurt could tell Blaine was getting close to cumming, so he backed off just a little and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. "There's one more thing I want to show you before you let go," Kurt explained. "Let me know when you've calmed down, because what I want to show you is pretty intense. I want you to enjoy it for as long as possible."

Having Kurt lying next to him and not on top of him significantly helped Blaine calm down. He focused solely on the kisses and the way Kurt ran his fingers through his curly hair. When Blaine's breathing evened out, Kurt leaned away from the kiss and looked deep into his eyes. "What I want to show you next will be important for you to learn before we take the final step," Kurt explained. He didn't want it to sound too clinical, but he wanted his soulmate to understand why they needed to do this.

"Ok, my love," Blaine answered. "I'm ready."

Kurt began working his way back down Blaine's body, not lingering anywhere in particular or letting him get too worked up. Once he got near Blaine's cock, he kissed at the base of the shaft but didn't go any further. He started kissing and licking at Blaine's balls instead, getting lower and closer to Blaine's entrance. Blaine seemed to catch on to what Kurt was doing and raised his legs, holding them with his hands to give Kurt more room to work him over. Noticing this, Kurt looked up toward Blaine and winked at him, continuing his journey toward his prize. Kurt loved doing this. He loved everything about it, the feel, the smell, the taste. And, he loved that he was doing this with his soulmate, the man he was meant to spend his life with.

At first, he began with little kitten licks, getting the skin wet and slick. Then, he began to make bigger swipes with his tongue, slightly probing the hole.

Blaine was having his mind blown. He had never in his life experienced pleasure like this, and he was afraid that the slightest breeze or touch to his neglected cock would cause him to explode. By the time Kurt's tongue was breaching his hole, he was all but shouting in pleasure.

Kurt knew that Blaine was close, but he hoped that he could hold out just a little bit longer. He wanted to get a finger inside him and find that one spot he knew would make his love feel better than he ever had in his life. "Thiramen," Kurt said as he took a breath, "I'm going to do one more thing, and then, I want you to let go. Okay?"

Blaine couldn't form words anymore, so he nodded vigorously. He wasn't nervous at all, just eager for what would happen next.

While Blaine was thinking, Kurt was wetting a single finger in his mouth before moving his lips back to Blaine's entrance, wetting it as much as he could. He pressed the finger in slowly, watching Blaine for any signs of pain or discomfort. Kurt made sure to continue to kiss around the rim and up to his balls, working his way up his cock. By the time he reached the crown, Kurt had his finger all the way in Blaine and had started to move. Seeing no discomfort at all, Kurt simultaneously engulfed Blaine's cock in the wet heat of his mouth and pumped his finger in and out, searching for the magical bundle of nerves that he knew would bring Blaine so much pleasure.

He didn't have to search for long. Once he found it, he doubled his efforts, sucking and moving up and down Blaine's cock while massaging that bundle. Several seconds later, Blaine was releasing into Kurt's mouth with a loud shout, cumming so hard he saw stars and blacked out for a moment. The sounds Blaine was making, in conjunction with his own movements on the bedroll, let Kurt find his own release soon after. It wasn't as powerful as the orgasm the night before, and that was fine with him. He had just rocked his love's world.

Kurt worked Blaine through his orgasm and pulled off of his cock before it became oversensitive; at the same time, he pulled his finger out as well. He kissed his way up Blaine's body until he reached his lips and kissed him like his life depended on it. Blaine, coherent again, noticed the taste of himself on Kurt's tongue and felt his cock trying to harden again. Kurt noticed it as well.

"I'm not sure I can go again so soon, thiramen," Kurt said with a chuckle.

"Again?" Blaine asked, finally looking down to see that Kurt had reached his release, too. "I wanted to reciprocate, my love," he pouted.

"You were so beautiful; I couldn't help myself," Kurt explained.

"Can I do that to you tomorrow night? I know we said we would stay up all night, but that made me really sleepy. I want to do to you what you did to me," Blaine asked.

"If you want to, I won't complain at all," Kurt said, smiling. He gave Blaine a gentle peck. "Sleep, thiramen. We will talk more tomorrow."

"Good night, my love," Blaine said sleepily. "Sal aestar va, Kurt."

"Sal aestar va, eso, Blaine," Kurt replied as he fell asleep on Blaine's chest, letting his soulmate's heartbeat lull him to sleep.

A couple of hours later, Blaine woke up from having the most amazing dream. He was rock hard and wanted to do exactly what had happened in his dream. There would be no waiting until tomorrow night; this was going to happen right now. Blaine started to raise himself up so that he could get to Kurt's neck and chest. Kurt lay on his side, back to Blaine, leaving Blaine with the perfect angle to do everything he wanted to his soulmate's perfect body. He started to leave little kisses here and there as he worked his way down to Kurt's groin.

Blaine used his magic to help hold up the blanket [Mage Hand] so that he didn't feel smothered as he finally found his prize. He tried to remember exactly what Kurt had done to him just hours before. "Licking the balls," Blaine thought. "Yeah, I can definitely do that!" Blaine loved the feel of Kurt against his tongue. He loved the taste even more. Kurt was starting to whimper above him, though not quite out of his trance-like sleep just yet.

Balls being thoroughly licked, Blaine ventured even lower to Kurt's entrance. "Oh dear gods, he smells amazing," Blaine thought as he dove in with little finesse, licking and kissing at the musky smelling skin. "This is even better than having it done to me," he thought as he began to poke his tongue in and out of the hole.

Kurt had fully awoken from his trance by now and had thrown the covers off of Blaine's head. "Thiramen...gods, that feels so amazing!"

Moving the spectral hand that had been holding the blankets up to Kurt's entrance, Blaine said, "I had a dream about this, and when I woke up, I just knew I had to. Am I doing it right so far?"

"Yes, thiramen," Kurt moaned. "It all feels so, so good! Could you...with your hand though...want to feel your skin." Sentences were hard.

Before moving the spectral hand, Blaine slicked up his own finger with another spell [Prestidigitation] and switched them almost simultaneously, causing Kurt to moan even louder. Blaine loved the tight, warm feeling of Kurt. He continued licking and sucking any patch of skin he could get to as he began to move his finger in and out like he remembered Kurt doing to him.

When Blaine felt Kurt's body relax, he inserted another finger and repeated his actions. He knew he had found that magical spot when Kurt all but screamed and ground himself down onto Blaine's fingers. As he added a third finger, he took Kurt into his mouth and began to suck.

Kurt was a babbling mess and didn't even realize how close he was. What pushed him over the edge was Blaine using his magical spectral hand one last time and having it tweak Kurt's nipples. The only warning Blaine got before Kurt came down his throat was a guttural moan.

"Holy fucking shit," Kurt said after he had come back to his senses. He was looking to return the favor, but Blaine had already finished himself off.

"That was so hot!" Blaine exclaimed. "I barely even had to touch myself, and I was exploding all over like a fountain."

"I love you, thiramen!" Kurt said with a chuckle.

"I love you, too!" Blaine replied and crawled back up beside Kurt, yawning in earnest now and falling asleep seconds after curling up by his side.

A/N: Translations

**Kurt and Blaine's translations from Elvish to Common

Sal uann va desha thar, thiramen. = I am going to make you feel so good, love.

Veluthe = Beautiful

Sal aestar va, Kurt = I love you, Kurt

Sal aestar va, eso, Blaine = I love you, too, Blaine

**Merfolk translations from Aquatic to Common

Ssiith phe sihv vi hi ehilhili. = Stay put and do not interfere.

Yiel Msidhisith, I'xi misilv ih siriihi zmi rsiith hiz. Tmi siil, Wessiz, zmi lisevis ih mi srsiss esssihv i mi zis ih mi rsiehssihv. Hil me es mi ihsith sleseli ih mi esssihv sihv es isisith i hehv vei i es phelphsi liih. = Your Majesty, I've heard of someone who may know. The seer, Willow, who resides on the small island to the west of the mainland. Her hut is the only structure on the island, and it is easy to find due to its purple roof.

Msii, ziesv ithie fi zessehsh i issil mir? = Mako, would you be willing to escort them?

Oh sielsi, Yiel Msidhisith. = Of course, Your Majesty.