Kurt laid back on his pillows, comfortable in his dark room with its locked door and drawn curtains, pajama pants shucked off and pushed to the end of the bed along with the covers. He ran a teasing hand down his chest, tweaking his nipples roughly like Blaine did when they were alone and sighing in content. Before they'd gotten sexual Kurt had never noticed how little truly ALONE time they had. Making out on his bed with the door open was fine, rutting naked against each other was not.

And with that thought came the remembered feel of Blaine's body sliding against his, rubbing against him in ALL the right places. Kurt's hand became Blaine's in his mind, and it roamed down and around the bottom of his ribs.

They really did have limited alone time, but now that the nerves had mostly left them, their alone time was MUCH better than their first attempt. He could recognize now how nervous they'd been and how much it had fucked up the night. But now was different. Now Kurt had new memorizes and experiences, he knew the feeling of Blaine on top of him and the inside of Blaine's mouth.

He knew what Blaine looked like when he jerked himself off, what Blaine felt like beneath him, writhing in bliss, what Blaine's face looked like contorted in pleasure.

Kurt wrapped the hand that was Blaine's hand around his dick gently. He pumped a few times and then let his fingers dance up the shaft, imagining the fleeting feeling was Blaine's tongue licking teasingly at him. Kurt moaned softly, voice sounding in his room. A few months ago he would have been too embarrassed to make that noise, but now he kind of felt proud of it. Not proud enough to let himself moan so loudly he would get caught, but prideful enough to even make the noise at all.

The Blaine in Kurt's imagination suddenly sucked Kurt into his mouth and sucked hard on the head, Kurt panted harshly, clutching the sheets with his free hand. Blaine's tongue swirled around and dipped into the slit, Kurt bit back the significantly louder moan that was clawing up his throat.

His free hand became Blaine as well, reaching up to circle his nipple and then sliding down to play with his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. Kurt pumped his hand, pretending the circle of his fist was Blaine's soft lips.

Blaine's hand moved down a little, pressing just below Kurt's balls, Kurt saw stars and his hand sped up. With the additional speed his hand morphed from Blaine's mouth to Blaine's fist, tightening and twisting roughly at the end. Blaine's other hand pressed even further down, stopped just above his hole.

Kurt's entire body suddenly turned cold.

He stopped moving.

He waited for the pain.

…

Nothing.

He forced out the breath he was holding and pressed his finger down more, pressing lightly against his hole. He tensed, waiting for his mind to bring forth the phantom pain.

…

Nothing.

Gently, EVER so gently, he pushed in, just the tip, barely even a little, and waited.

…

Nothing.

A little more boldly, Kurt pushed his finger in just past his fingernail. Waited.

…

Nothing.

Even MORE boldly he tried to push in more. He met resistance, his tension at the situation no doubt, so he pushed in a little harder, determined to make this work.

Pain flared up in him violently and Kurt jerked his finger out, completely freaked out.

"WHY?" Kurt hissed into the darkness of his room, frustration pouring out of him. "Why can't this work for me? It's not like I don't want it."

He looked down his body at his waning erection, almost disgusted at the sight of it. Frustrated beyond belief, Kurt rolled over in his bed and screamed into his pillow.

The lock made a satisfyingly loud click when Blaine turned it. That done he went to lock the bathroom door that adjoined his room with Cooper's, not that Cooper was home or anything, it was just a precaution.

He checked all the doors again, just to be 100 percent sure they were all locked and he was safe in his room. Satisfied, he flopped quietly on his bed and pushed the sheets and covers to the end and out of the way. Next he pushed his pajama pants and underwear down to join them.

Clad only in his nightshirt, Blaine settled back against his bed, reaching a hand up under his pillow for the lube he'd stashed there.

He'd been thinking about this since he'd given Kurt head that night in the parking lot, but he'd been too nervous to try it out. Now though, now he felt bolder and more settled into the idea.

Usually he liked to tease himself a bit before he did anything, but there were still some nerves left and Blaine knew that if he procrastinated he would never do it. It was this sentiment that had him spreading some lube on his fingers and attempting to warm it between his fingers without it getting everywhere. Some still landed on his stomach, but it wasn't much and it was somewhat warmed by then, so he figured it was alright.

"Still wasting time," Blaine said to the empty room. He took a deep, steadying breath and brought his hand down to his entrance. It was awkward the way he was positioned, so he wrapped his wrist around the back of his thigh instead, trying it that way. It felt a little better, less like he'd get stiff so quickly. With a stupid little laugh at that thought, Blaine circled his entrance softly.

He jumped.

It was ELECTRIC.

He'd never really explored himself down there, always thought he'd top and didn't think at ALL about bottoming. Whenever he watched porn he was always concentrating on the top and watching him closely. As he tentatively pushed the first part of his finger in, he realized he might have focused so hard on tops because he wanted to BE topped, not to BE A top. His free hand curled in the sheets and his breath caught in his throat.

Without thinking he slid his finger in the rest of the way, squirming at the drag on his hole. Having the actual finger in him felt strange and potentially unpleasant, but when he moved his finger out slowly it became the best thing he'd ever done to himself. The feel of it was like nothing he'd ever experienced. A hot, ragged type of pleasure overtook him and soon he was pushing his finger in and out quicker and quicker, practically rocking into his own hand trying to get it deeper.

The lube was drying out, but now that he'd experienced how good this felt, even THAT was pleasurable in a way. Still, he didn't want to hurt himself, he didn't want to make that mistake again, so he pulled his finger out and tried not to moan at the loss. Shaking and fumbling so hard he almost couldn't pop the cap on the lube, Blaine applied more lube to his finger, and rubbed it onto another finger, suddenly eager to try two.

Putting his finger back in felt like a relief, and Blaine even went as far as to sigh in content at the feeling of it. He pumped a few times and then wrapped his second lubed finger over the first and started to push in slowly.

This was different than the first finger had been. Where the first finger had met minimal resistance, the pair of fingers met MUCH more. It sent strange shocks of pleasure through him to push in anyway, stretching his hole just a bit. He went a little too fast on his first try, but slowed down quickly, easily. He was in control of this, it was SO easy to adjust and make it perfect.

Soon both fingers were buried in him, clamped tightly and immobile as Blaine forced himself to keep breathing and relax enough to move. It felt SO good, but it was instinct to tense against this intrusion.

He twisted his fingers a little, hoping the pleasure of it would make him relax so he could keep going, keep exploring this part of himself he WISHED he'd found earlier. However, well laid plans still fail, and Blaine's plan was only half-baked, addled by pleasure. Instead of relaxing him, Blaine's twist brought him into contact with his prostate. The overwhelming and unexpected pleasurable shock of it had him coming instantly.

A moan ripped through his throat as he came, only just barely muffled in time by an emergency face dive into his pillow, the moan was Kurt's name.