He was so young. Sometimes Blaine could forget, but as he lay in bed and tried to sleep, playing the day's events over in his head, Blaine couldn't help but remember. Kurt had been SO excited over such a… almost TRIVIAL thing. So young, so inexperienced.
Kurt practically attacked him again the next day, forgoing shirts entirely and focusing on the button of Blaine's jeans. Blaine tried, he really did, it was valiant and everything the way he grabbed at Kurt's wrists and pulled his hands away, but apparently Kurt was stubborn and got what he wanted, because the next thing Blaine knew he was writhing on his back on Kurt's bed with his pants somewhere he couldn't remember and a soft as silk hand on his dick.
"Kurt…" Blaine moaned and Kurt tentatively squeezed. Kurt seemed to like that reaction, because he squeezed more confidently and stroked a firm hand up Blaine's cock. It was toe curling and intense and somehow even better then the full out sex he'd had before in his life. Fuck Kurt was so… HOT, it was kind of ridiculous how much he turned Blaine on. He didn't even have to DO anything really, just look at Blaine with that interested looking, the one that said he found Blaine fascinating, and Blaine turned into a hormonal mess unable to keep from touching EVERYWHERE.
He surged up, fisting a hand in Kurt's hair and fastening his mouth on the younger boys, needing the contact. He worked his free hand between then, going for Kurt's pants. How the hell had they stayed on? Kurt tended towards tight clothes, he couldn't be comfortable. Kurt panted into his mouth, high and needy, when Blaine flicked the button open and pulled down the zipper. "Fucking hot."
"Blaine." Kurt moaned, detaching his mouth to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder. His grip on Blaine's dick faltered, his whole body shaking as Blaine reached into his underwear and finally touched him.
"You feel so good." Blaine murmured and turned his head to kiss any part of Kurt he could reach; just under his ear seemed to be the destination. Kurt shook even harder, his hand spasming almost uncomfortably on Blaine. Deciding to ignore that, Blaine stroked Kurt firmly, loving the way it made Kurt shiver.
"Bla…" Kurt choked out, shaking so hard, sweat coating his body. Blaine pumped again, squeezing the head extra firmly and circling his thumb around it a few times to see Kurt's reaction. Kurt's arms were shaking SO hard he could give the Flash a run for his money. Blaine stroked again, twisting his hand on the upstroke. Kurt collapsed against him, turned just enough that Blaine could keep going.
Blaine smirked and pushed the boy onto his back, not even caring that his own dick was now neglected. Kurt's REACTIONS! They were so… strong. It was so goddamn sexy how Kurt reacted to just the most basic of touches, so… fuck Blaine was getting off on this so HARD. He dipped his head to Kurt's neck and sucked to distracted himself from how hot the boy below him was making him.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine." Kurt was sort of chanting and if that wasn't an ego boost Blaine couldn't identify one. He twisted again, in the way his second boyfriend had taught him and Kurt just about wailed, clutching Blaine so hard, digging his nails in. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine." He chanted.
"Kurt." Blaine whined and pumped just a little faster. He'd started off dry but Kurt was leaking so much pre-come it was kind of ridiculous. "Fuck."
"Blaine." Kurt whined again and the tendons in his neck tightened, tensed and it was the first sign Blaine had for the come shooting over his hand in hot bursts. He sucked on a particularly prevalent tendon happily, finally letting his hips grind down into the soft pliant body below him. Kurt whined, wriggling away from Blaine's hand.
Kurt's pants, while hot, were not comfortable to grind against. It hurt more than pleased and Blaine flopped off. Kurt was panting, breathing so hard and it was so cute and hot and fuck it, Blaine needed to keep touching him. He rolled onto his side and reattached his mouth to Kurt's neck, running his clean hand up under Kurt's shirt and flicking a nipple. Kurt whined again but didn't do more than wriggle. Damn, even that was hot.
"Blaine." Kurt panted, reminiscent of the way he'd chanted. "Blaine?"
"What?" He asked, moving up to just below Kurt's ear, it was kind of delicious there.
"Can I touch you again?" Kurt asked hesitantly, like he was afraid Blaine would say no.
"Yes." Blaine said immediately, putting a kibosh to that stupid line of thought. Kurt could touch Blaine anytime he wanted, it seemed, and Blaine wouldn't stop him.
Kurt's hand shot to Blaine's cock, gripping it more gently than before, but much less hesitantly than before. "I love this." Kurt whispered and did the twisty thing Blaine had done to him before Blaine could think on that statement. Oh, Kurt was a quick study. He did it again and then rubbed his thumb just under the head. Blaine thrashed a little.
Then Kurt's other hand joined the party, rolling Blaine's balls and he was seeing fucking stars. "Kurt." Blaine moaned and Kurt moved his fingers lower, pressing against Blaine's perineum and how did Kurt even know about that spot and how the hell was Blaine still thinking? He was SOOO sensitive down there and Kurt was just blithely touching him and… he moaned loud and long, coming hard into Kurt's unsuspecting hand. "Kurt." Blaine sighed and relaxed completely against the mattress.
"I made you come." Kurt whispered but it didn't really sound like he was talking to Blaine per se. Kurt's mouth descended, capturing Blaine's lips and sucking gently. It was a nice kiss, gentle and lazy; the kind Blaine could happily spend an hour or two doing without caring a whit.
"You did." Blaine agreed and hooked a leg over Kurt's hip, pulling him in and kissing him a tad more deeply. In a minute they'd have to clean up, but until then they'd kiss, hopefully after too.