Warnings are: barebacking, dirty talk, use of toys, multiple orgasms.
Like usual, the visual for Blaine's panties are at the link for this chapter on my Tumblr :)
Reviews, thank you so much for all the nice things you've said about this 'verse! I know Blaine in lingerie is a bit unorthodox but I love that you love it with me :)
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To Kurt
I got a little something in the mail yesterday.. and Im wearing them right now
To Blaine
I hate you. Can you come over after school?
In his College Algebra class Kurt squirms in his seat, feeling at once both annoyed and turned-on. It's anyone's guess as to what Blaine could be wearing: after seeing his drawer Kurt's sure that it's something ridiculously sexy or frilly—maybe even both. He rests his phone on his thigh, picking up his pencil to pick up where he left off in his notes. It's not like he's paying attention, though, especially in the last few weeks of school and with him free of taking any finals.
His phone buzzes again a few minutes later. He drops his pencil and unlocks the screen as quickly as he can, feeling his heart hammer overtime against his ribcage.
To Kurt
Of course I can ;) you'll just have to let me slip into something a little more.. comfortable first
Kurt groans internally, looking up at the clock. Blaine knows just how much this gets to Kurt and that he loves it as much as Blaine does. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth and taps out a message to Blaine, pressing send and locking the screen quickly out of paranoia.
To Blaine
I'm going to make you forget everything but my name. Just so you know.
Three o'clock cannot come fast enough.
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They both make sure the door is locked and the house is completely empty before Kurt sits on his bed and Blaine stands, fidgeting, in front of the bookcase. Kurt fights the urge to twiddle his thumbs and instead forces eye contact with his boyfriend, wondering why they're both still fully clothed and not rolling around half-naked on the bed.
"Okay, these…" Blaine swallows, looking more turned-on than nervous, which Kurt supposes isn't too bad. It means they've come a long way since starting this. "They're a bit more…daring."
Kurt nods and situates himself comfortably on his bed, trying to disguise his own nerves. Blaine still hasn't taken off the basketball shorts he'd slid on once they'd gotten up to Kurt's room and he'd ducked into the bathroom to change and Kurt is, rightfully, getting a little antsy. He's not exactly sure what Blaine has on that can top the chemise, but whatever it is stains Blaine's cheeks red and brightens his eyes. His fingers play along the waistband of his shorts and Kurt unconsciously licks his lips, a movement Blaine immediately notices and immediately follows with those too-bright eyes.
"Okay." Blaine takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and looking up at the ceiling. Kurt's mouth dries up and he leans forward. "All right, I'm just gonna…." He shifts on his feet, swallowing with a tiny, nearly-inaudible gulp.
Blaine drops his shorts.
Kurt chokes.
The panties Blaine has on now are a Tiffany blue, made out of thin, slick silk that hangs low on Blaine's hips, stretched tight across bone and muscle with lace detailing and two small bows in the middle. But then…there's Blaine's cock, swollen full and flushed hard, jutting away from his body without any of the silk covering it. Blaine's eyes flicker cautiously to Kurt's, but Kurt doesn't notice. He's sure even if his dad or Finn came in right now he wouldn't notice them, either.
Crotchless panties.
Blaine's wearing crotchless panties.
"Oh god," he chokes out. It's extremely inarticulate for him and probably not quite the reaction Blaine had been hoping for, judging by the way his hands twitch like he wants to cover himself up. Kurt shakes his head and stands up on wobbly feet, trying to get the blood flowing anywhere but his too-interested dick. He crosses quickly to Blaine, never breaking eye contact. "Oh, god, Blaine, why do you do these things to me?"
A small smile lights up Blaine's face at the praise—because that's all he ever wants, he wants to please and be the reason for smiles—and then he's grabbing at Kurt, pulling him close and kissing him hard, deep with tongue and saliva and teeth pulling at lips to produce low, rumbling groans and animalistic growls that leave Kurt groping at Blaine's ass, squeezing his cheeks through the silk.
He notices a slit in the fabric right in the middle, exposing the cleft, and it's wide enough to—oh god, it's wide enough to allow Blaine to leave the panties on.
"Fuck," Kurt breathes harshly into Blaine's ear, whining low in his throat as Blaine sucks and bites at the curve of his neck, leaving marks that Kurt does not care about. Arousal thrums through him quick and fast and dizzying, throbbing to the beat of his pulse, and Blaine is hard and slick and hot against his jeans, pressed tightly between them. "You're just asking to be fucked now, aren't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes." Blaine's answer is immediate, no hesitation, no faltering. His words are sure and steady, leveler than Kurt's heard him speak before. It strikes him how much confidence Blaine has gained through this lingerie tryst: he's not scared anymore, he doesn't bottle as much up. This is his outlet, his release for all those pent-up emotions that he doesn't know how to express in other ways, and if he wants to get them fucked out of him, well, Kurt's only too happy to be the obliging boyfriend.
Kurt squeezes once more before sliding his hand under the waistband, pushing it down past the swell of his ass despite the accessible slit. He teases his fingers down the divide, feeling Blaine shudder and moan helplessly against him, until he reaches Blaine's hole, furled tight, and he brushes the tips of his index and middle fingers against it until Blaine lets out a dry sob and pushes back, clenching his fingers hard into the fabric of Kurt's shirt.
Kurt removes his hand and slides it around Blaine's front, gripping his cock. He cups Blaine's jaw with his other hand, tilting his head before leaning in to kiss him as he strokes up the length once, thumbing the tip to spread the pre-come with his next slide down. Blaine bucks forward, biting down hard on Kurt's lip and tugging when Kurt tightens his grip and swivels his fist.
"So sexy," Kurt breathes, licking across Blaine's bottom lip, feeling his own sting with the phantom pressure of Blaine's teeth. "Christ, I didn't even think you could beat last time."
He feels Blaine smile against him before he's fisting his hands in Kurt's hair and tugging. Kurt groans at the pressure on his scalp, the electric sparks zigzagging through his body and down to his cock, pressed uncomfortably hard against the unforgiving zipper of his jeans. "You know me," Blaine says between wet, sucking kisses, "always have to be better than the last."
"Mmm." Kurt moans appreciatively into Blaine's mouth when he tugs with just the right pressure. He lets go of Blaine's cock and grabs his ass instead, pressing him forward until they're flush and Kurt can feel the rapid inhale-exhale of Blaine's ribs as he catches his breath. In the back of his mind he knows he should start getting rid of a few layers, but he can't bring himself to look away from the flutter of Blaine's lashes and the crease in his forehead as he tips his head back and moans. He looks perfect, at-ease, and Kurt wants to wreck him in the best possible way, make him moan and whimper and beg, arching his back until his ribs jut out and his muscles quiver and strain.
As Blaine ruts up against him, drawing friction with a low whimper from the rough material of Kurt's vest, Kurt's struck with an idea. He's been waiting for the right time to ask and now, with Blaine like this, is always perfect. "Hey," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Blaine's jaw. "Beautiful, I want you to lie on the bed, okay? I've got something for you."
Blaine licks his lips as his eyes blink open slowly open, like he's waking from sleep, the first glinting gold rays of the sun from the abyss of a dark, moonless night. He finally nods after a second's hesitation, smiling at Kurt before pulling away and walking to the bed, sitting down and scooting up to the headboard. Kurt pauses a moment, taking the time to look, to appreciate Blaine like this the way he always does.
Sometimes Blaine doesn't know how amazing he is, how smart and talented and kind. Blaine is, to Kurt, the closest that could ever come to earthly perfection, and he realizes just how little time he has left in Lima until college. How far they're going to be apart and how short the time they'll have together will be.
An invisible hand grips his heart, squeezing, and Kurt has to blink quickly to stop the welling tears from overflowing. He distracts himself by walking over to his nightstand and crouching down. He opens the bottom drawer and moves a few notebooks and empty jewel cases until he reaches the box he keeps hidden there.
He pulls it out and sets it on the bed, opening the top drawer to grab his bottle of lube and set that on the nightstand for later. When he turns back around Blaine is looking curiously at the box. "What's this?" he asks, looking down and then up.
Kurt smiles and unbuttons his vest, then his shirt, taking both and draping them over his desk chair. Blaine's eyes never break their gaze as Kurt unbuttons and unzips his jeans next, wiggling them down and off, socks following until he's in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. A low whine rises up in the back of Blaine's throat as his eyes shamelessly rake over Kurt's exposed form.
"Open it," Kurt encourages with a knowing smile, sitting down next to Blaine.
Blaine gives him a look but takes the lid off the box without saying anything. Inside is a long, thick blue dildo; Kurt sees Blaine's eyes immediately widen. He lifts it up out of the box, turning to face Kurt. "Since when did you…?" he begins, the question dying on his lips as he runs a thumb down the smooth length.
Kurt takes it, flicking on the switch at the base. It gently buzzes in his hand as he says, "You weren't the only one preparing to be lonely." He rubs the length of the vibrator against the sensitive skin of his palm, shivering when the vibrations elicit goosebumps. Blaine makes a choked-off sound in the back of his throat and Kurt allows himself a smirk.
He has been internet shopping a lot more now that he's not so reserved about sex. He's come across several sites and toys he's bookmarked for later, when Blaine moves up to New York with him and they can have all the time in the world to try out buttplugs and different size dildoes and vibrators.
He pushes the box off the bed and swings a leg over Blaine's hips, straddling him. Blaine looks up, mouth dropped open, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he asks, "Have you used it yet?"
Kurt shakes his head, pressing the tip gently to Blaine's sternum. The only sounds in the room are their combined harsh breathing and the gentle buzz of the vibrator. Blaine follows every movement, enraptured, his chin tipped down to his chest. Kurt trails it gently over the rise of Blaine's sternum, around his collarbone and pectorals until he reaches a nipple.
When he presses the tip to one of the already-tight nubs Blaine's back arches slightly and he cries out. Kurt lets it linger for a second before turning to the other one, repeating the process until Blaine's squirming under him, bucking his hips up against Kurt's, cock slick and hot and hard against Kurt's abdomen and the crease of his thigh.
"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, Kurt," Blaine whines, neck arched so far back the tendons stand stark. His hands clench into the sheets, torso undulating as Kurt trails the vibrator lower and lower until he reaches the head of Blaine's cock and the tiny bead of pre-come dripping onto the skin of his abdomen above the waistband of his panties.
"I wanted you to use it before I left," Kurt says, and then he's pressing the vibrator to the head of Blaine's cock, right under the ridge and against the little bundle of nerves.
This time when Blaine's back snaps up he doesn't make a sound; his mouth is dropped, eyes squeezed shut, but all that comes out is a rush of ragged breath.
Kurt keeps the tip there for a few seconds, moving it back and forth only slightly, and then he's laying it flat along the length of Blaine's cock, resting the base against Blaine's balls. Blaine jerks violently at the vibrations, looking like he both wants Kurt to press it harder and take it away, and the noise he does make this time swells and dies off in a choking, ragged inhale.
"Do you think you could come like this?" Kurt asks sweetly, deftly twisting the base to turn the setting up another notch. Blaine's back bows again and he moans, long and low and broken, his cock twitching against his abdomen. "Before I even fuck you?"
Blaine whines in response, high and thin and absolutely desperate as he gives in to the shocks his body is receiving, squirming on the bed and twitching his hips upward. "Fuck, oh my god," he gasps, grabbing at the sheets, at the bare skin of Kurt's thigh. His nails dig deep, angry-red crescents as he tosses his head from side to side.
Kurt presses the vibrator a little harder down onto the rigid, flushed flesh, tilting it a little so that most of the pressure is on the tip. Blaine's back undulates, his feet planted flat on the bed as he moans low and long and hoarse to the room, gasping a cry at the end. More pre-come bubbles at the tip of his cock to drip onto his stomach. "Kurt," he chokes out. "Kurt, please, oh god, please."
"You can come," Kurt murmurs softly, cajoling. "Come all over your stomach and those pretty panties of yours," he adds on a whisper. He runs his knuckles over Blaine's balls and turns the vibrator up a notch; Blaine's cry rises and falls with his breath, little uhs mixed in with high whines as his cock pulses against his abdomen, white painting over sweat-slicked olive skin as he gives in and lets go.
"So beautiful," Kurt murmurs as Blaine's back connects with the sheets once again, his body slumping uselessly into the bed. He removes the vibrator and twists the base to turn it off, his own cock painfully hard and leaking between his legs, dampening the fabric of his boxer briefs. "So good, baby. "
Blaine makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat, something cousin or uncle to a whine or contented moan. His eyes are shut as he catches his breath, lets the fuzzy afterglow of orgasm wash over him like waves. Kurt sets the vibrator to the side and grips the base of his cock through his underwear, breathing out through his teeth to calm himself down.
"I think you should be naked," Blaine murmurs, cracking an eye open. He gets up on his elbows, dragging his eyes along Kurt's bare torso. "I like where things go when you're naked."
Kurt laughs and rolls his eyes, saying "That makes two of us" and hooking his thumbs under the waistband and pulling his boxer briefs down his thighs where he lets them fall to the floor with a soft thump. His cock bobs in front of him, curving up slightly, and Blaine's eyes are immediately drawn down, his tongue a wet pink flash as he wets his lips and leans forward.
"Can I?" he asks coquettishly, batting his eyelashes and reaching a hand out toward Kurt's cock.
Kurt huffs and inches forward, arching his back slightly as Blaine wraps his fingers around the base, stroking up once to tease over the slit. "Blaine, you can—fuck—you can do whatever you want. As long as it's that."
Blaine laughs, then, and gets up on his knees to grab the back of Kurt's head and pull him into a kiss, licking into his mouth and the space under his tongue. His fist slides dryly down once more as he whispers against Kurt's mouth, "That doesn't leave room for very much."
"It leaves room for plenty. Namely, the awesome stuff leading up to me seeing how ridiculously hot you'll look getting fucked with those panties on." Blaine whimpers, fingers tight but still, now, on Kurt's cock. Kurt takes advantage of Blaine's momentary lapse to lean forward, mouthing up along the curve of Blaine's neck until his lips are brushing the shell of Blaine's ear.
He reaches down, rubs the tips of his fingers and the heel of his palm down Blaine's torso, past still-peaked nipples and slightly-damp skin, down to the cool, sticky splatters of come and finally to the waistband of the panties. He lets the heel of his palm brush against Blaine's mostly-soft cock, smiling at the ragged gasp it elicits. "Can you do this for me, hmm?" Kurt whispers hotly against Blaine's ear, sliding his index finger under the waistband to pull away and let it snap back against Blaine's hip. "Can you be a good boy for me, baby?"
Blaine nods and moans softly, tilting his head back, fingers absently tangling hard in Kurt's hair. Kurt presses forward until Blaine's back is flat to the sheets, his legs spread wide as Kurt settles between them. Blaine loves being called that, being praised, and whenever Kurt says it he can see the glimmer in Blaine's eyes, the arousal and thankfulness shining in the irises and apparent in the relaxed lines of his face.
"I still need to fuck you, you know that, sweetheart?" Kurt murmurs, still in Blaine's ear, dragging his nails up the inside of Blaine's thigh. He rubs hard at Blaine's perineum through the panties to hear him gasp and cups his balls to hear him whine, purposefully avoiding Blaine's slowly-hardening cock as it swells and fills with blood against his stomach, flushing red-pink with every labored inhale. "Fuck your pretty pink hole that's all open and displayed for me in these slutty panties."
Kurt still flushes a little red at this, feels awkward and like the words are heavy lead on his tongue, thick and too much or not enough. He doesn't want to say that this isn't him—he feels so right talking to Blaine like this, saying all the filthy things that go through his mind when Blaine is spread open for the taking. And Blaine wants, Kurt knows; Blaine wants this more than anything, wants to be owned and taken and ravished until he physically can't anymore.
Kurt likes indulging Blaine. He eyes the vibrator, lying innocuously on the bed next to Blaine's thigh, and grabs the bottle of lube off the bedside table, popping the cap skillfully open with his thumb. Blaine spreads his legs wider before Kurt can open his mouth, shifting on the bed and arching his back.
He lifts up his head, looking at Kurt with a slack jaw and slick lips, eyes half-lidded and heavy. "Bend your legs," Kurt says thickly, warming up the lube between his fingers. He can't look away as Blaine silently obeys, wiggling on the bed until his legs are bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed and the slit in his panties stretched taut across his ass cheeks, the divide dark and tantalizing.
"God, you're so hot," Kurt breathes, leaning down as he circles Blaine's hole with one slick finger, rubbing slightly before pushing in. Blaine groans, eyes slipping shut, and tilts his hips up, sliding Kurt's finger deeper. "Can't wait to feel you around me, baby. Can't wait to make you come again."
"Kurt," Blaine whimpers, rocking his hips. Kurt leans up and presses his lips to Blaine's, knowing exactly what Blaine wants even if he doesn't voice it. He pulls back only long enough to add more lube to his fingers, pressing two in as he licks along Blaine's swollen lower lip.
The roughness of the lace trimming of the slit rubs against Kurt's knuckles as he twists his wrist and crooks his fingers, Blaine arching up and crying out, gripping at the back of Kurt's head as he rubs his fingers across that spot until Blaine's fully hard and leaking again against his abdomen.
"Fuck me," he gasps, eyes wild. "God, Kurt, just fuck me." He spreads his legs just a little further apart, tilts his hips up just enough more, and all Kurt can do is look down, taking in the sight of his fingers buried deep, the skin of Blaine's reddened rim stretching tight around his fingers, clenching as Blaine pants and twists on the sheets.
He slips a third finger in and stretches until he can't take it anymore, Blaine letting out a desperate sob of relief as Kurt slides his fingers out and fumbles for the lube again, drizzling it over his cock before slicking himself up with a few quick jerks, grunting at the smooth slide and the strong rush of pleasure at finally being touched.
Blaine has his legs open and up before Kurt's even done; this prompts another groan as he grabs Blaine's ankles and hoists his legs higher, pressing the slick head of his cock against Blaine's stretched hole. "So needy," he murmurs, letting go of one of Blaine's ankles to grasp his cock, holding it steady as he begins to push in, "so ready for me to fuck you, my little slut."
Even in his haze of fuzzy-headed arousal, everything spinning and feeling not-enough, he knows it's possible he could have crossed a line. He freezes for a second, swallowing, afraid that Blaine's going to shove him off and storm out, but all Blaine does is dig his head into the pillows and grip his thighs tightly, pushing himself open wider, exposing the thick length of Kurt's cock half-buried inside him and the blue silk and lace of his panties stretched across deliciously round cheeks.
Kurt snaps his hips forward, burying himself completely, and Blaine moans out a half-scream, eyes squeezed shut and neck bared. Kurt hips twitch forward, just a slight, stuttering movement, and he bends down, letting Blaine's legs fall to cinch at his waist. He grabs Blaine's wrists in his hand and pins them above Blaine's head, pushing down as he begins to snap his hips forward relentlessly.
He can feel the struggle as Blaine flexes against the hold, eyes opening and searching Kurt's face; Kurt smiles and nods, bending down those remaining few inches to kiss Blaine sloppy and wet. He pulls back, watches the flex of Blaine's biceps, the muscles jumping under olive skin. He can already feel the first stirrings of orgasm pulsing just under the surface of his skin, coiling like a spring at the base of his spine. He moans softly as he shifts his hips and Blaine tightens around him, arching up into Kurt's hold.
"God, yes, there," he murmurs, droplets of sweat beading and sliding down from his forehead and hairline, the curls glossy with sweat and gel, the hold breaking at his temples where the first coils spring out and curl against his skin. "There, baby, ooh, fuck, Kurt. Yes, yes…" He trails off, words lost to a moan as his cock rubs against Kurt's abdomen.
Kurt grunts deep in his chest, wetting his lower lip as he presses closer, forcing Blaine's hips up and off the bed. He tightens his hold on Blaine's wrists as he gets his knees under him and leans up, sliding out to the tip of his cock and back in with one rough thrust. Blaine's jaw drops, a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat as he bucks up.
"Close," Kurt gasps, his voice pinched as each sharp slap of skin-on-skin becomes slicker. He lets go of Blaine's wrists to give himself more leverage before reaching between them, wrapping his fingers around Blaine and jerking him off as quickly as he can.
"Kurt." Blaine practically sobs out his name, arching his back and pushing himself back down onto Kurt's cock when Kurt stills for a second. He looks obscene like this, body arched off the bed, hips in Kurt's lap and panties still on, legs now fallen from Kurt's waist, and Kurt can't stop his whimper or the tightening of his hands, one on Blaine's hips and the other still on Blaine's cock. This is what sends Blaine over the edge and he's coming, back rigid and voice lilting on a moan as his cock pulses on Kurt's hand, white splattering for a second time across his chest and abdomen.
Kurt chokes out a gasp as Blaine clenches around him; a few shallow thrusts later he's coming with a shuddering cry, slumping off his knees and Blaine's body goes lax and pliant against him.
"Jesus." It's the only word Kurt can think of as he sprawls across his bed, Blaine pressed next to him. He receives a laugh in return, sated, and when he turns his head Blaine's giving him a dopey smile. Kurt rolls his eyes and leans over to press a kiss to Blaine's forehead. "You're going to wear me out one of these days."
"You make us sound old," Blaine teases, rolling over onto his side. Kurt's eyes flicker down to stare at the panties again, at the bows and pretty lace detailing, at Blaine's softening cock and the splashes of white across his torso.
"A fabulous old married couple," Kurt says, reiterating what he'd said to Rachel just a few weeks ago. "And we'd have all the time in the world and wouldn't have to worry about what time people will be home."
Blaine sighs and rolls onto his back. He's staring up at the ceiling as he says, "I guess that means we have to get cleaned up and dressed, huh?"
Kurt's already sitting up, grabbing his underwear off the floor. "I'm afraid so. However, since you're worse for wear"—he looks pointedly at the drying and dried come on Blaine's torso—"do you want the shower?"
Blaine rolls over again, this time onto his stomach, and he raises his feet and crosses them as he rests his chin on his folded arms. He bats his eyelashes at Kurt and smiles wide as he says, "Only if you'll come with me."
Kurt feels the corners of his lips twitch up and he caves. "I suppose we have enough time…."
Blaine hops up, jumping off the bed and grabbing Kurt's hand. He winces a little as he does and Kurt can't help but laugh, lightly patting Blaine's ass through the fabric of the panties. "Take it easy, tiger."
Blaine backs him up against the door when they get into the bathroom, crowding close and kissing him until they're both red-faced and breathless, Kurt's hands tight on Blaine's hips. Blaine pouts at him, widening his eyes as he asks, "Kiss it better, then?"
Kurt breathes out a laugh and says, "Yes. God, of course, yes. But the panties stay on because these things are fashion's greatest gift ever for asses like yours."
Blaine laughs, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he bends over the tub, bracing himself with one hand as he turns the taps to start the shower. He looks back over his shoulder, shaking his ass slightly, and Kurt groans as he feels his cock taking interest again already. "Well?"
"You're ridiculous," Kurt says fondly, but he's stepping forward and dropping to his knees anyway. "But I love you."
"I love you, too—oh!"