20

What A Feeling

He leaned into his lips. Kurt bit, lapped and sucked, naughtiness he didn't know he was capable of slowly taking over. He slid out of his vest and his tie, sending his fingers up Blaine's shirt to tease him before clawing back down, making the bad boy keen and shudder. "You want me, Blaine?" He asked huskily, lips a breath away from his.

"Yes, of course I do, look at you," he whined, capturing Kurt's mouth for a heated kiss, tangling their tongues together again. He dragged his hands down his back, squeezing his ass when he got there. He pulled him into his lap, gasping when Kurt started grinding down on his groin. "Shit!" He choked.

Blaine took off the rest of the layers separating his hands from Kurt's skin, whining hungrily when he saw it. He buried his face in his sternum, dragging his tongue all the way up to his lips again, tasting him like a cat taking in cream. Kurt cried out, shivering again, mouth widening into a grin.

"More," he demanded. Blaine, obeying, went back to his chest, mouthing his collarbone, stroking his sides with his thin fingers, skilled tongue finally finding his nipple. "MMN, that's right, that's right good boy. Uhn!" He rotated his hips again. Blaine growled in response, abusing the other. Kurt gasped, fisting his fingers in his hair. "Shit, Blaine."

"You should see what else I can do with my mouth," he offered, breath hot on his neck. Kurt swallowed hard, breath shaking a little.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Show me, please." He kissed and sucked down his stomach, pausing, hesitating.

"Wait, are you sure you want to do this in the living room?" He asked, once again not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Kurt, however, grinned, tugging his hair again.

"Yes," he breathed. "Fuck yes I do."

Blaine caressed his thighs through the denim, one of the few pairs that didn't cling to his body but still hugged in all the right places. He unbuttoned them, watching Kurt's face for any sign of unease. They hadn't done this before, and what with Kurt being so sensitive he needed to be careful.

"I'm not a China Doll, Blaine," he reminded. "If I need you to stop, I'll say so, until then hurry up." Blaine groaned again. He tore the zipper open, kissing his lower belly as he ripped his pants from his legs, tossing them behind him. He massaged him through his underwear, watching those pink lips part, harsh breaths gusting from his throat, eyes fluttering. "Now." He demanded.

The dark-haired boy cautiously brought his tongue to his member, lapping softly at the tip. Kurt moaned aloud, jerking violently, breath leaving him. "Are you okay?"

"Do-do it again, please," he groaned, desperate. He licked him again, taking him into his mouth and delving down, hollowing his cheeks. He whimpered, white spots appearing in the darkness at the sensations. He shuddered, his breaths coming in short gasps, on the verge of hyperventilating, eyes wide.

"Are you alright?" He whispered.

"Don't stop, please for the love of God don't stop," he begged, tangling his fingers in his hair again. Blaine hummed, snaking the tip of his tongue up the shaft, mouthing along the underside before taking Kurt into his mouth again, taking him as far as he could go, suckling and moaning at the taste of him.

Kurt's fingers were clenched too tight in his hair, he knew that. He also knew that any more of this could lead to a heart attack. He felt every minute flick of Blaine's tongue, heard every swallow, the hums sending vibrations to coil in his stomach, white hot and burning. His piercing was currently massaging just under the head, his hands gently touching his legs and his thighs. "Blaine, Blaine, oh...Oh god...Please, this feels..." Blaine picked up speed, sucking harder, deeper, his nose touching Kurt's skin.

"OH!" Kurt jerked out of reflex, wincing when Blaine gagged a little. "Sorry, sorry, I just, ohn, please…" Blaine kissed his hip as an acceptance of his apology, tugging his pants a little further down his thighs before burying his lips and his tongue into the newly uncovered flesh, placing gentle licks and kisses wherever he could reach, the strain in his own jeans becoming painful. Kurt whimpered, jerked and yelped his name over and over, fisting his shirt so tight it hurt his knuckles. "Please, yes, oh please yes. Oh god…Hnn…"

He dragged the tip of his piercing along the underside of his member before closing his mouth closed over him again, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks again. Kurt jerked into his mouth, whimpering, breath coming out in harsh sobs. His thighs squeezed Blaine's sides, coming undone. He fell back against the cushions, head thrown back. His hair hung limp around his head, drenched in sweat, trembling.

Blaine looked up at him, seeing how flushed and pliant he'd become, how desperate. His tongue ventured to his lips, Blaine's name on his breath. He moaned, eyes fluttering and focusing again on Kurt's glorious taste. "Mmn…"

"Blaine, oh, Blaine, I'm going to…" He whined, hips jerking weakly. Blaine sucked harder, fingers wrapping around the base and pumping rapidly in an alternate rhythm. "Oh! Blaine, I'm going to-! I'm gonna c-cum, please!" He clapped his hand over his mouth, stifling his scream as he released down Blaine's throat.

The criminal swallowed wantonly, humming at the taste, kissing the soft skin sloping from his hips as he tugged his pants back up, fastening them into place before pecking his lips. Kurt struggled briefly for air, a small, satisfied smile on his lips, deepening the kiss, tasting himself. "That was incredible," he breathed. "That- you, oh lord." He smiled at him, touching his cheek. He felt a flush there, felt want and desire that had yet to be taken care of. He chewed his lip, swallowing hard. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?" He breathed hoarsely, shifting where he sat, trying to will his arousal away.

"Can…can I try that for you?" He said it so quietly Blaine hardly heard him. His heart stopped momentarily, staring at those beautiful eyes that would never see him. To see those sweet, plump red lips on him, sucking and urging release out of him. So innocent and beautiful.

"You…you don't have to if you don't want to," he assured, mouth dry.

Kurt smirked, kissing his neck, placing a strategic hand in his lap. "Trust me, baby. I want to." He slid off the couch and onto his knees, hands shaking as he undid Blaine's belt, taking away his jeans first, touching the elastic of his underwear. His fingers trembled as he touched him and the surrounding skin, feeling the outline of his girth under the fabric. Blaine's breath hitched, watching his face as his hands mapped out his body, memorizing textures and the irregularities in Blaine's breathing as he touched.

"You, you'll tell me if I do something wrong, right?" He breathed. He kissed him, running his fingers through that thick hair of his.

"You'll be just fine, baby," he promised, kissing him again. Kurt nodded, pretending the adrenaline that was pumping through him was confidence, finding the courage to tug down his underwear. The heat just inches from his nose was overpowering, the want and need for such a thing taking him over, dilating his unused pupils. He mouthed over the skin, taking the member in his hand, relishing the feel, so hot and stiff in his hand, like silk stretched over a steel rod.

Blaine tensed, breath gone as those plump lips took him into his mouth, tongue searing, tentative and hesitant. He hissed softly.

"No teeth, no teeth," he breathed.

"Sorry!" He blurted, flushing, setting back to his work. He mapped it out with his tongue, feeling Blaine's entire body tense, tasting him and the sweat slowly starting to coat his skin.

"Kurt," he whined, carding his fingers through his hair, shuddering. Kurt took him in deeper, testing his own limits, wanting the taste of him to coat his mouth. His breath hitched, biting down on his knuckle to keep the noise down, forcing his hips to be still by sheer will. He didn't want to frighten him, throw him off or hurt him in any way, but God, his mouth was so sweet. It was inexperienced, hesitant and a little overzealous. But he was also so careful not to repeat his mistake from before, gentle and curious, determined to make Blaine feel as good as he made him. That, and the knowledge that his was the first Kurt had ever done this with made the soft gasps jump from his throat, moans wanton and pleading.

"Mm, Kurt," he breathed, still stroking his hair back. "So good, hn, that feels…" He trailed off, eyes lolling to the back of his head when he teased the tip of his arousal with the tip of his tongue, hands pumping from the base very slowly, as he'd just learned on himself minutes before. His lips were swollen, lush and so red, flushed up to his ears, humming softly at the taste.

"You taste good," he whispered, parting himself from him briefly to speak before taking him in again, sucking hard and deep. He held his hip with his free hand, pumping faster, bobbing his head. New sounds poured from Blaine's mouth, surprised at the sudden enthusiasm, shuddering.

"Oh, Kurt!" He winced, tensed from head to toe, trembling. "More, more, baby, don't stop."

He obliged, taking him as far as he could, licking a stripe along the underside from base to tip, placing a few mewling licks on the slit before engulfing him again.

"Cum, Blaine," he whispered, palm splayed out on his chest, feeling the thuds of his heart against his ribs. "Cum for me so I can know what you taste like."

His toes curled, throwing his head back and crying out, stilling his head, fingers clenching on his scalp as he released, allowing his hips to jerk a few times before stilling again.

Kurt swallowed with grace he didn't know he had, barely tasting anything from it going down so fast, satisfied with himself as he continued to work Blaine through it.

He helped him wriggle his pants back on, kissing him once he did. "How bad was it?" He asked, grimacing. Blaine shook his head, kissing him again.

"With practice you'll make me pass out," he grinned. Kurt shrugged.

"I'm a fast learner, sorry," he teased. Blaine grinned, holding his waist and nuzzling his nose.

"Don't be sorry. It's great."

Kurt pulled him into his arms, letting his head rest against his chest, combing through his curls. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing the top of his head, "for being so gentle with me." Blaine smiled that blissful, dimpled grin that took the hardness away from his face and brought out the innocence still inside him, a smile he would only give when he and Kurt were alone.

"Thank you for being so perfect," he said, pecking his neck. Kurt pulled him on top of him as he lied down, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and draping it over them. Blaine nuzzled his face into his chest, allowing himself to keep the walls down, safe in Kurt's arms.

"So are you gonna talk to him?" Kurt whispered. Blaine sighed, shutting his eyes. "I know, I know, but…just let him talk. He came all this way to see you."

"Okay," he sighed, too tired to argue. "Alright. I'll talk to him."

"Promise?"

"Promise."