Hello everybody! Now I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to put this chapter up last week like I had planned. Long story short, my computor short-circuted. Anyway, I'm making up for it by posting 2 chapters in one go :) and this first one is also longer than usual :)

And dear abby, you can contact me on this e-mail: theswedishgleek I look forward to hearing from you :D

Kurt POV

The constant flashing from the cameras where almost therapeutic where he stood modeling some top of the notch suit. Almost being the key word.

The lenses that once upon a time always managed to make his mind go blank to everything but the job at hand where now at best only slightly dimming his thought process. And it showed on his pictures.

Now, the pictures that were taken could still be called good, but that little spark making them extraordinary was just missing. Anyone seeing him right now wouldn't be able to guess he was a world renounced super model. Amateur was the word that would fall off everybody's lips when they saw them.

And all because of one little touch of the lips that happened a week earlier.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, eyes darting down to the bunny's plump lips. It was wondrous Kurt was even capable of begging for Blaine's permission before simply ravaging him.

"I don't know… yes. Yes Kurt," Blaine whispered, and Kurt's heart fluttered as he leant closer, attaching the teens lips to his. Blaine's lips were soft, softer than silk, and he pulled back wondrous of how they felt against him.

But Kurt couldn't keep away for long and dived right back in, molding their lips together harder, more passionate than before. He could keep kissing Blaine forever, this was heaven.

Okay so it hadn't been a little touch of the lips. He lied, so sue him.

That kiss had been glorious, sparking more fireworks all over his body than his first kiss with Adam freshman year at collage ever had. Actually sparking more fireworks than any other kiss ever had at all.

That was why it was so incredibly dangerous to Kurt. He couldn't fall this deep. Not for this boy.

This boy that was so innocent, so pure. Not this boy that would obey every command Kurt gave him, most likely not considering if he actually wanted to do it or not. Blaine was just a boy for Christ's sake! A young boy who didn't even know he was legally Kurt's slave!

No, Kurt couldn't pursue anything with Blaine, that kiss in the changing stall had been a slip up. Just a major, unforgiving slip up on his part.

He hadn't even apologized to Blaine for it, only shoving the deep guilt into a dark corner of his mind, letting it free whenever he was alone – or as right now, at work. That only made him feel even worse, him not begging Blaine for forgiveness, but what was he supposed to do? He had panicked once it had happened, and then it had been too late.

No, he deserved the guilt. He deserved the pain the guilt came with, the shame of knowing how wrong things could have gone if they had kissed just a minute longer.

Never again. He would never again loose his wit around Blaine. He wouldn't make another mistake when it came to the hybrid. Blaine didn't deserve it.

Blaine POV

There were so many things that Blaine hadn't understood since he began living with Mister Kurt. The kiss a week ago was just another one to add to his collection.

He hadn't been able to figure out what had started it, or what it actually was. But he knew with certainty that he had liked it. He had liked it a lot.

He could still recall the tingly feeling Mister Kurt's touches had left against his lips, his cheeks. How calm he had felt being held so close to Mister Kurt. Like nothing could harm him again if those strong arms held him.

Blaine wanted to feel like that again. To feel that safe, so secure. He wanted Mister Kurt to hold him in his embrace again, to kiss him. Just like before.

But Mister Kurt hadn't done anything since that first kiss; despite how many times Blaine subtly tried to encourage him. Of course, he didn't actually know how to encourage Mister Kurt to kiss him, his old care-takers never thought him about things like this; he didn't know things could be like that.

But he had tried anyway; he had cooked all of Mister Kurt's favorite foods, and he had begun cleaning things around the apartment even more carefully and meticulously. So far nothing had worked; Mister Kurt hadn't even seemed to especially notice Blaine's efforts.

Maybe he had gone about it entirely the wrong way? What was it that had made Mister Kurt kiss him at all in the first place? Blaine had just been trying on some pants, there wasn't anything special about that. Was it?

He couldn't think of anything else special going on right then. Could it really have been something so simple like trying on a pair of pants – a horrible pair of pants that couldn't possibly be used when doing anything around the house, that were just too tight and restricting – that had made Mister Kurt kiss him so wonderfully?

He knew where the pants were; maybe trying them on for one night wouldn't hurt.

Blaine could hear Mister Kurt coming home from where he stood in the kitchen, ready to take the vegetarian lasagna out of the oven any minute now.

He was wearing the atrocious pants that were almost cutting off the blood flow to his legs, had been since he finished preparing the lasagna and just waited to be able to put it in the oven. Honestly they weren't as horrible as he'd imagined, he was able to run around tidying things up around the apartment in them, though they did make some things more complicated, like crouching down in front of the stove to check how the dinner was coming. And his tail did hurt a little bit if he moved too much. The crowded feeling against it would intensify tenfold whenever he bent over or stretched himself up. It was why he usually preferred looser pants, but it would be okay just this once.

Blaine hoped Mister Kurt would like his efforts, even if it didn't make him kiss Blaine. Mister Kurt deserved a quiet, relaxed night. Blaine had seen how stressed he had been the last few days, especially so right after coming home from work. He didn't like to see his care-taker stressed, Mister Kurt should be happy and smiling like he always was before, not being this mellow and silent, this converted into himself.

Mister Kurt had done so much for Blaine – taking him in when no one else wanted him, actually praising him and telling him how good he was, and making Blaine feel like he was really worth something, that he wasn't just some horrible waste of space like he had been told so many times at the shelter.

Blaine wanted to do the same for Mister Kurt, he wanted to make sure the other man was always smiling, was always cheerful. He wanted to make things just a little bit easier for Mister Kurt, just like he had done to Blaine.

And if some of that entailed just another one of those warming kisses he wouldn't complain. Wouldn't complain at all.

"Hi Blaine, that smells so good!" Kurt said coming into the kitchen just as Blaine was about to take the lasagna out of the oven. "What is it?"

Placing the burningly hot dish on the stove he replied with a chipper 'lasagna' and a smile in Mister Kurt's direction. "I just finished it. Do you want some?"

Blaine could see that all wasn't particularly right with Mister Kurt. His cheeks were red and flaming, and his eyes that were normally so strikingly blue (sometimes turning a somewhat green or gray shade as well) were dark and stormy as they were glued to Blaine's face. Blaine couldn't tell why the other man would look like that, he guessed it was just another thing the work did to his care-taker nowadays.

"Your cooking – always."

The evening sure hadn't gone the way Blaine had hoped them to. Mister Kurt was still down and unusually quiet were they were watching some movie in the living room. And he didn't even seem to want to look at him anymore. Had he done something wrong? Had the lasagna been bad? Shouldn't he have worn the pants? Why was Mister Kurt not looking at him?

Thoughts of doubt ran through Blaine's mind; doubt about himself, doubt about whether Mister Kurt would ever be happy again, doubt about if they would ever be the same as before.

Blaine liked how things had been before, he loved how things had been before.

How they could talk for hours on end, seemingly about anything underneath the sun. How they could sit together and sing to their hearts content to movie after movie, to song after song, laughter filling the space between them. How sometimes when Mister Kurt was particularly happy he would cuddle Blaine up to him and stroke his ears slowly, making him purr with delight from the soothing touch.

Everything seemed to have changed after that kiss. Mister Kurt hadn't been talking as much, they hadn't sung together much since, and not once in the past week had they cuddled up together on this couch.

Realizing that Blaine wondered if he would really want Mister Kurt to kiss him again. Would things become even worse than it was? Or would things maybe go back to normal? Would it be worth it?

It was just… the kiss had been so wonderful. He didn't know what it was or if it was even supposed to be like that, but Blaine couldn't help but feel it had been perfect. The way he felt so safe and protected when Kurt held him like that, so cherished he had felt, he wanted to experience that feeling again.

Sighing confusedly he laid his head down on Mister Kurt's shoulder, soaking up the small feeling of closeness he got from it, letting it fill him and make his head clear. He could feel how stiff Mister Kurt was beside him, had felt that ever since they first sat down, and he wanted nothing more than for him to calm down and relax.

Knowing he might be overstepping Blaine snuggled himself down against the other man; his hand resting on Mister Kurt's chest, and his head lying next to it, ear pressed down right over Mister Kurt's heart. Blaine could hear the rapid beating from it and wondered what had made it race like that.

Recalling the calming feeling of having Mister Kurt stroke over his ears Blaine lifted his other hand that had been nestled between their bodies up to card his fingers through the chestnut colored locks again and again, feeling how soft the hair felt against his calloused fingertips.

But Mister Kurt's heartbeat didn't slow down like he had thought it would, instead it only seemed to be beating even faster against his ear, and he could feel how Mister Kurt's breath began to hitch every now and then.

But he wasn't told to stop, and it encouraged him to keep stroking his caretakers hair in a way he thought would be comforting, hoping that Mister Kurt would at some point calm down because of it.

He didn't know how long he sat there like that, but suddenly there were fingers under his chin, tilting his face up so he was looking straight into Mister Kurt's eyes. They were once again dark and stormy, just like they had been earlier in the kitchen, but Blaine couldn't help but gazing deep into them. They made his stomach tingle and he had to take a deep breath to ease the flip-flopping feeling.

Before he knew it there was a pair of lips latching on to his, and he gasped from the surprise, but soon closed his eyes and enjoyed the protected sensation the kiss gave him. His deft fingers fell from where they had stilled in Mister Kurt's hair, and instead he let them grip the other mans shirt, holding there tightly as he moved his lips against Mister Kurt's.

"I'm sorry," Mister Kurt breathed once they broke apart, eyes tightly closed and shaking his head quickly, but his hands still holding Blaine's sides carefully, making Blaine feel safe and loved as he watched the other man.

"Why?" he asked curiously, still somewhat out of breath from the searing kiss.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Mister Kurt whispered, eyes clenched closed as if he tried to keep from crying. "It wasn't right of me to do that."

"But I liked it – I-I wanted you to. I've been trying to get you to kiss me again for the past week," he confessed shyly, eyes drifting down to the pale man's heaving chest as he felt his cheeks reddening from his words. "I'm glad you kissed me."

Glancing up he could see Mister Kurt looking at him with sad but hopeful eyes, and Blaine couldn't help but reaching himself up and press a chaste kiss to the other man's red lips.

As he began to pull away again a hand around his neck held him still, and they gazed into each other's eyes only inches apart.

"Really?" Mister Kurt asked him wondrously. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"Really." Blaine nodded, and within seconds their lips met again, this time much more desperately than before, much more passionately. Arms circled around his frame, pulling him closer and holding him protectively. He allowed his own arms to fall heavily around Mister Kurt's neck as he sat himself down in the pale man's lap, one leg on each side of Mister Kurt's.

When Blaine felt a wet tongue trace his bottom lip he opened his mouth and gasped from how amazing it felt, and when the searching tongue entered his mouth – tasting him and meeting his own tongue, twirling around it – he let out a soft moan that was almost inaudible.

It astounded Blaine how he could feel so safe like this, like nothing would ever be able to harm him again, not as long as he was in Mister Kurt's string embrace. He had never known this feeling before, and now that he had experienced it – twice on top of that – he never wanted to be without it again.

Breaking apart when the need for air became too great he felt how Mister Kurt left hot kisses all over his jaw before latching on to a piece of skin on his neck, suckling and nibbling the skin as Blaine whined and shook from how great it felt.

It was however with great embarrassment that Blaine felt his body changing under Mister Kurt's lovely kisses; how he began to sweat and how his heartbeat quickened crazily so – but most of all because of how the tightness in his pants seemed to grow.

He had awoken several nights at the shelter to similar situations. To feeling his… thing hard and throbbing in his pants – once even waking to a sticky, wet feeling that had resulted in him throwing the garment away because he couldn't even look at it without the shame bubbling within him.

Every night he had woken up in that state he had laid there feeling humiliated and filthy, spending hours upon hours calling himself every naughty, horrible name he could think of, cursing himself for his body's shameful behavior.

Blaine never knew why his body would react and harden the way it sometimes did in his sleep, didn't really want to know, but he knew how ashamed he always ended up feeling because of it. But never, ever before had it happened to him as he was awake, not as it did in that specific moment, and it shamed him more than ever before.

Squirming slightly Blaine tried to shift away his hips so that Mister Kurt wouldn't be able to feel his humiliating state, and indecisiveness raged his body along with the shame. Should he break away from Mister Kurt – leave him and flee to his room before the other man discovered anything about his body's dysfunction, risking to never feel as close and connected, as protected, as he did in those moments leading up to the betrayal of his body – or should he stay where he was and fear Mister Kurt would notice something?

Blaine couldn't decide, still squirming, and whimpered when he accidentally brushed against Mister Kurt, hoping, praying he wouldn't find out about his shameful predicament.

Kurt POV

Kurt couldn't believe he was kissing Blaine; that he had kissed him, and three times none the less. He couldn't believe the bunny boy had said he wanted Kurt to kiss him, that he had wanted so for a week. A week which Kurt had spent berating himself for wanting the same thing. So much time that had been wasted.

Kurt's mind was reeling; ecstatic thoughts whirled around in his mind uncontrollably, most about how heavenly it was to kiss Blaine. The bunny tasted wonderfully of mint and of the coffee he had become addictive to over the weeks, and every touch of their tongues, every little change in angle left Kurt a breathless mess. When Blaine finally broke away he latched on to his golden toned neck, tasting him there, teasing his delicious skin.

When Kurt felt the teen beginning to squirm in his hold, and them whimpering out sounding more than just a little distressed he instantly worried for the young hybrid, letting go of his now marked skin with a loud 'smack!' and looked straight into his hazel eyes.

"Blaine? What's wrong beautiful?" the endearment slipping out before he could hinder it, wondering slightly what Blaine would think of it, but then pushing the thought aside to stroke a calming hand over the hybrid's floppy ears.

"Nothing," Blaine replied nervously. Kurt didn't believe the bunny one bit; he could make out a lie when he heard one.

"Please don't lie to me Blaine, what's wrong?" he asked imploringly, determined to find out what was going on. He knew it wasn't particularly fair of him to do this to the hybrid, to make him tell Kurt was wrong when there were yet so many things he himself had to tell the young bunny and he felt a bit bad about that, but Blaine seemed so small and distressed that he couldn't help himself.

"I-… It's embarrassing." Blaine settled with, blushing and looking down, clearly avoiding Kurt's inquisitive eyes.

"Please?" Kurt encouraged when Blaine didn't seem to want to continue. "I promise I won't laugh."

Blaine sighed deeply before he tentatively began, voice not much louder than a whisper. "The sirs and misses at the shelter would always spend their day telling me, scolding me for how I was always doing something wrong. The dishes, the dusting, how I folded clothes – there were always something." Blaine hesitated, taking a few deep breaths before continuing. "But there were things I did that were wrong, things that I… that my body… shouldn't be doing. Things that they never found out about, because they always happened at night, when I was alone. I was always so ashamed when it would happen, but at least it never…" Blaine suddenly stopped talking altogether, looking down again.

Kurt didn't understand what Blaine was talking about. What was it the bunny had been doing that was so horribly wrong? And what was it that had never happened? There were even more questions flying around in his mind, making him look quizzically at the hybrid.

"What do you mean… you were doing something wrong at night?" he asked slowly, carefully, not wanting to scare the teen silent before his questions were answered.

"Sometimes… I would have these dreams. I don't know what they were about, I don't remember them, but I would wake up from them; always sweating and… breathing harshly. And I would… My pants would… I would be, hard, down there…" Blaine finally whispered, cheeks flaming red, and Kurt finally began to understand what was going on.

"I never did anything about it, I never told anyone about my illness. But I never looked there, and I definitely didn't touch it.

But sometimes… sometimes I wondered what it would feel like, if I did. I always felt so disgusting after those thoughts; so dirty, so soiled, like I was covered in every disease known to man. I didn't need someone to tell me how bad I was for thinking like that; I already knew I was naughty, that I was bad. I knew there was something wrong with me for thinking like that." Blaine took a few deep breaths more before whispering quietly, and Kurt almost missed the quiet but shame filled words.

"But until today it never happened while I was awake."

Kurt hated himself for the way those words made him harden faster than anything ever had before, especially so when he saw tears trickling down Blaine's cheeks.

Kurt hugged the boy to him, rocking him soothingly as he began to speak gently in the boy's ear. "Shh, Blaine. There is nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with you. You were only having an erection, they are normal; they are so normal, and every guy gets them. Shh, don't cry, you're normal, you're okay. It was only an erection, everyone has them. Actually…" not sure about what he was about to do in the slightest Kurt took Blaine's shaking hand in his and lead it between their bodies, down to the impressive bulge he himself was sporting now in his pants, letting Blaine feel him, letting him realize he wasn't alone. "I get them too honey. Blaine, please believe me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Please Blaine, please don't beat yourself up about it anymore."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked looking at him with such sadness in his eyes.

"Yes," he said before kissing Blaine lightly, chastely, a kind smile on his lips. He cuddled the boy to him, rocking him gently as the by calmed completely, even rocking him a while after his breathing had returned to normal.

"Just know Blaine," Kurt began again slowly, caressing the bunny's ears making him purr delightedly, "there is nothing wrong with you. And if you ever get another one, another erection you shouldn't feel bad about it. In fact, if you do – and you're alone – you should try to actually touch yourself. Down there. It really isn't bad like you think it is. You will actually be surprised by how good it will feel, especially when you'll orgasm." Kurt felt sort of guilty for corrupting Blaine like this, but the teen really shouldn't be afraid to do something as basic as masturbating. It wouldn't be healthy for him in the long run. And it wasn't like he was telling Blaine to have sex with him, and oh god! There were those images again, etching themselves into his brain. Damn it Kurt!

Blaine only shook his head. "No, I don't think I could do that. I'd still feel so… weird? about it. And besides, I don't even know how to do that…" he finished lamely.

"I could teach you." Kurt blurted out, immediately wanting to slap himself. What was that about corrupting the poor teen? He should just apologize for his crude offer and shut up afterwards, preferably forever.

"I wouldn't even have to look," he continued, cursing himself greatly for every word that left his lips. "I wouldn't even have to touch." God, what was wrong with him? Apologize you stupid fool! Go to bed and leave that poor kid alone! Just for the love of…

"Yes."

…What?

Blaine was looking at him so shyly. Had he really uttered that yes? Had he really agreed to let Kurt teach him to touch himself? Just like that?

"…Really?"

"Yes. Though, would it be okay if you didn't… if you didn't, you know, watch?" Blaine asked squirming nervously in his lap. "It's a little bit embarrassing."

Mouth wide open, surprised beyond belief, he couldn't find any words to say, so he just nodded, dumbly. What had he gotten himself into? How could he possibly be able to just sit back, to not touch, to not even look as he thought the bunny about this stuff?

"Um… okay, well… you decide when we shall… um, do this," Kurt finally mumbled out as his mind was cluttered to the brim with every little dirty fantasy he could think of. God, he was screwed wasn't he?

"Ehrm… how about now?" Blaine asked shyly, twisting his hands together. "I'm still, sort of… hard."

Yup, he was officially screwed.

After gulping slightly Kurt nodded. "Yeah, okay."

How was he going to do this? Just the very thought of this little bunny boy wriggling, moaning in his lap had him breathing harshly from the strong urge to touch. How tempting wouldn't the actual and real deal be then?

"Maybe you should sit somewhere else beautiful, if we are going to do this. Somewhere more comfortable," Kurt encouraged desperately, despite how much he absolutely loathed the idea of Blaine leaving his hold. But at the moment it would probably be for the best.

"Actually, can I stay here?" Kurt could see the terror in Blaine's face at the prospect of leaving, and it made him feel just a tiny bit smug. "It's just, I feel so safe when you hold me, and I don't think I'll be brave enough to do this if you don't."

Kurt was amazed with how much trust this beautiful creature showed him, and it made him even more determined to never do anything that would hurt the stunning hybrid.

"It's okay Blaine, you can stay here if you want. Though you should," he gulped, "you should probably turn around," he urged, hoping it would be enough to keep him from touching.

Blaine did and then leaned his back against Kurt, his mop of curls tickling Kurt's throat where the bunny was resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for what he was about to do before he closed his eyes shut.

This was really happening wasn't it? Well if it was, at least he would try and teach Blaine as much as he could, as well as trying to keep him comfortable as he did so.

"I won't make you take your clothes off Blaine," Kurt began, his mouth bone dry, "but if you ever do this by yourself at some point you probably should, it will make things much easier." Besides, he probably wouldn't be able to control himself at the moment if Blaine were to take off anything; he was struggling enough as it was when the bunny was fully clothed.

"The first thing you should know is that you don't have to hurry and start with reaching directly into your pants, there's other things you can do before that. So you can lift your hands beautiful, and let your fingers dance over the skin at your neck, over your throat. Find those places that make you feel the best, the one's that will make your breath hitch." He could feel how Blaine moved above him, could hear his stuttering breaths. It was so tempting to just open his eyes, just for a minute – Blaine wouldn't even know – but he didn't. He'd promised.

"Go lower, play over your collarbone, your chest. Stroke over your nipples, tease them through your shirt. Pinch them lightly, twist them." Kurt could hear the delicious moan that left Blaine's mouth as he fallowed Kurt's instructions, and it had his mind reeling. He could feel how Blaine began to squirm again, though this time the teen clearly didn't do it from distress.

"Take your time as you go lower; caress your ribs, your stomach. Feel the curve of your hips and fallow the outside of your thighs. And gently, gently begin to trace along the inside of them – but be careful not to touch the bulge in your pants yet. Tease yourself a little bit more." Kurt could picture every movement Blaine was doing in his mind, and he had to grip the cushion under him to keep his hands from wandering, along with stifling a series of various groans and moans that wanted out.

He continued shakily, "Now you can touch yourself… there. But lightly, give just a little bit of pressure, just so you take the edge off."

Kurt could feel how all the blood in his body rushed itself down, down, and he prayed that Blaine – who was sitting right freaking there – wouldn't notice, that he would be too far into his own experience to realize how his cock was digging up against the bunny's ass.

"And finally, now, you can open your pants, maybe pull them down just a little bit so you can reach better." Kurt could hear the zipper being pulled down, and god fuck if that thought didn't arouse him. Blaine lifted his hips up, but whined when he couldn't get the pants down past his erection.

"Kurt, please, help me. They're too… tight. I can't get them off!" Blaine stressed.

Kurt's fingers were pulling excitedly at the fabric before he had even processed the hybrid's words fully, and with joined efforts they managed to jiggle the fabric down that little tiny necessary bit before Kurt let his hands fall to the couch again. Kurt had bitten his bottom lip harshly to keep from peeking so he might see a small sliver of skin, and it felt slightly sore once he let go of it with his teeth.

"Reach into your pants, and pull out your… your penis," Kurt breathed, turned on beyond recognition, only just managing from grinding his hips up.

"Kurt, I don't think I… Can you… help me? Show me?" Blaine stammered out, gripping one of Kurt's hands in his small one.

"Sure, yeah…" he panted in return, leading Blaine's hand down, down under the waistband of his underwear and around his length. Though Kurt wasn't touching anything directly himself the warmth radiating from Blaine had him choking back a moan as they lifted the bunny's cock out of his underwear.

"Now you, ah, you stroke it like this," he flushed when the bunny began to moan, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. "Here, spit a little bit in your palm. Feel how different it feels? How it is smoother?" Blaine only keened and arched his back, accidentally pressing down against Kurt, making him groan.

"You can use your other hand and fallow the same path as earlier, making your entire body tingle."

Kurt wouldn't be able to hold out much longer himself with the way Blaine was squirming on him, and since he didn't particularly want the hybrid to react badly if he did he began to twist Blaine's wrist on every upstroke, along with teaching him how he could use his thumb to stroke over his slit. Mewling and moaning Blaine's hips stuttered forward, up, and he came over both of their hands, and it took everything Kurt hand not to watch the boy orgasm.

Breath stuttering Blaine leaned back against Kurt again, exhausted, hand still curled around his softening member lightly. Kurt could feel the sticky fluid that covered his hand and was filled with the sudden urge to just bring it to his mouth and lick it all up, but he refrained from doing anything with someone as inexperienced as Blaine was right beside him. Instead he managed to get the hybrid to sit up and took off his shirt, sacrificing it to clean them both up, leaving him in only a thin undershirt.

"What was that?" Blaine asked incredulously once he'd calmed down and tucked himself back into his pants, looking up at Kurt with wide wondering hazel eyes.

"That, my beautiful, was an orgasm." He kissed Blaine's nose lightly. "They're sort of the reason why people do this in the first place."

"I understand why, that was amazing," Blaine said turning around in his lap again, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, a kiss that soon turned into tongues sloppily delving into the other's mouth. Kurt released a wanton moan when Blaine shifted in his hold, brushing against his still hard length.

"Are you still… hard?" Blaine whispered as he broke away, looking down momentarily to gaze at the bulge straining Kurt's tight pants.

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, but I will take care of it later, don't worry about it."

Blaine looked contemplating between his eyes and his laps a few times before timidly asking "Can I? I-I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

On one hand Kurt wanted to refuse, he had already taken enough advantage of the poor hybrid as it was, but on the other hand Blaine had offered, looking so needy, and it was sort of painful to be hard for this long.

"Only if you really want to," he finally settled with, catching Blaine's plump lips in another blazing kiss.

Soon he could feel nimble fingers pulling at his belt, opening it, then pulling down his zipper and searchingly finding their way inside. He groaned at the first initial contact from Blaine on his leaking cock.

This was going to be over embarrassingly quickly he realized when a small hand gripped around him, and he told Blaine so too, so it came as no surprise to either of them when he pulsed and came after only a few short strokes, panting deeply into Blaine's neck as he shot his seed over Blaine's hand and his own designer jeans.

Grabbing the bunny's face in his hands Kurt kissed him deeply, but calmly, stroking his cheek tenderly.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes a few minutes later they smiled and curled up together, Kurt stroking gently over Blaine's ears, making him purr so familiarly. Kurt really had missed that sound.

More minutes passed as they sat there, feeling so incredibly close to the other, before Blaine just had to ask "What movie was it we watched earlier?"

Kurt laughed happily when he answered back, "I really have no idea, maybe we should check?"