When do I ever write something before the chapter? ….;)

"I've missed this." Kurt whispered, staring into Blaine's eyes.

They were lying on his bed; they had been for two hours. They had talked for most of it, but they were comfortable in silence too.

"Me too." Blaine murmured back, bringing a hand up to Kurt's cheek.

He kissed Kurt softly, gently, not moving them too much. Kurt breathed in sharply through his nose and kissed back. He pulled away suddenly, his mind thinking fast. Blaine looked at him, slightly shocked, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"I'm ready." He declared quietly, looking back into Blaine's eyes. Blaine looked even more confused at first, before he realized what Kurt meant.

They hadn't done much except the odd blowjob here and there since they got back together, but that had been roughly two months ago. Regionals had been and gone.

"Are… are you sure?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it was greatly overshadowed by nervousness.

"Yes. I know I've been like this for six months and I shouldn't be yet but I'm on love you and I trust myself now. I trust us. And if I do anything that makes me feel like I'm hurting you, I'll stop. We'll stop and forget it and try again another day. I need you Blaine and I can't go another day without you."

Blaine's eyes darkened slightly and he nodded, and then leaned in to kiss Kurt again. They rolled over slowly and clumsily, so Blaine was straddling Kurt, and their kissing became frantic. Blaine kept kissing him, relishing in it, as he reached over to Kurt's bedside table and fumbled with the drawer. It took a minute, but he finally got it open. He reached inside and started searching.

He finally pulled away from Kurt to look, as he couldn't search for it blindly. Kurt's lips moved to his neck while he did this, his hands traveling to undo Blaine's shirt. Blaine finally found the tube and placed it on the bed beside them.

Then he quickly set on getting them both naked.

Once their clothes were thrown into a pile on the floor, they grinded together slowly, gasping every time they rubbed in a certain way.

"Please Blaine." Kurt gasped, his eyes closed as he arched up. He was already sweating and he sounded so needy that Blaine had trouble remembering what to do next. He reached over for the lube he'd put beside them and uncapped it. He poured a generous amount onto their fingers before lowering his hand.

He brushed a finger over Kurt's whole tentatively, watching the slight whimper fall off his lips. He slowly inserted it, keeping his gaze locked onto Kurt's, watching him fall apart at his touch. It quickly escalated to two fingers, then three, and he pushed them in eagerly, stretching Kurt.

Blaine's eyes locked onto a particular bead of sweat making its way down Kurt's neck. He leaned forwards and licked up the link, knowingly moving his fingers slightly, and by the sound Kurt's moan, he hit the spot he was looking for.

"Blaine." He gasped, arching his back. "Need you. Now."

Blaine groaned, sitting up and sliding his fingers out. He looked down at Kurt as he poured more lube onto his hand and started to pump his own cock lazily, slicking it up. Kurt was sweaty and looked desperate, arching his back up and grinding the air in a frantic search for friction.

Blaine smirked, continuing to stroke himself, making him wait, knowing he wouldn't touch himself. It was like a unspoken rule they had between them. When one was in charge, the other wouldn't touch themselves unless given permission.

"You look so desperate. So needy. Tell me how much you need it. Tell me how much you need my cock." Blaine uttered, bending down to say them into Kurt's ear.

"S-so much." He whimpered.

"You're my little cockslut, aren't you?" He snickered, licking the shell of Kurt's ear, watching as a bead of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Just for your cock."

Blaine hummed in agreement. "How do want it?" He asked, moving to sit back on his knees between Kurt's legs, still stroking himself. In reply to his question, Kurt spread his legs further apart, giving Blaine full view of his hole.

Blaine groaned and shuffled himself forwards, and lined himself up. He shot one more glance at Kurt and murmured I love you, before looking down and watching himself as he pushed inside Kurt slowly. He pushed himself all the way in without stopping, forgetting until he was fully inside that they haven't had sex in months.

He looked up to make sure he hadn't hurt Kurt, but relaxed when he saw that Kurt was practically in euphoria. So he allowed himself to close his eyes focus on how gloriously tight Kurt's hole was. He's sure they words 'so tight' fell from his lips, but they were so focused on their pleasure that neither of them noticed.

He started to move, pushing in and out of Kurt, building momentum; gaining speed and force with each desperate thrust.

And then Kurt started to move too.

And damn if he didn't make it so much better.

Blaine was suddenly overcome. Kurt's speed created more friction than he'd ever felt in his life, and the force was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was suddenly hyperaware of everything; the feel of himself sliding in and out of Kurt, Kurt's magnificent, pornographic moans and whines, the amount of sweat beading at every point of his body.

And the heat coiling in his stomach. He didn't have a chance to warn Kurt before he let go, coming inside of him, moaning loudly, and, assuming what Kurt said is true, scrunching up his face.

And before he had a chance to collapse onto him, Kurt was coming too, thick ropes of his come splattering up Blaine's chest, Kurt's cock and his own chest.

The lay for a few minutes together, the room smelling of sweat and sex. Their breathing returning to normal and Kurt's come drying between them.

"…Vampire sex is the best." Blaine said, after finally gaining his breath back. Kurt laughs at him.

"You're right." He agreed, kissing Blaine's neck softly.

"… I love you so much, Kurt."

"And I love you, too."

They lay for a few more minutes, relishing in their afterglow.

And that's when they heard the front door slamming shut. They jumped, looking at each other, both knowing they'd never be able clean up and get dressed and make the room smell normal in the time it took for them to come up the stairs, which the heavy footsteps pointed out that that was what was going to happen.

Kurt at least was quick enough to throw the covers over them before their door opened.

"We're going-woah. Um… well…" Burt bit his lip searching for words. Blaine's cheeks went a bright, cherry colour, and he hid his face into Kurt's neck. Kurt sighed.

"Sorry dad…"

"It's fine, kiddo… I… I knew you two have… engaged in intercourse…"As much as Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at that, he didn't, too embarrassed of the situation. "I should have.. urm… expected it."

"We'll um… clean up. And then we'll come downstairs."

Burt nodded and backed out of the room uncomfortably. Both Blaine and Kurt sighed in relief once the door clicked shut.

"Well… that could've ended a lot worse."

"It could've?"

"Yes. He could've shot you for deflowering his baby." Kurt said, seriously. Blaine laughs.

"Like you'd let that happen, Mr. Vampire." Kurt smiled.

"Of course I wouldn't, Mr. Vampire's boyfriend." Blaine grins and kisses him lovingly.

"Come on, get your cute butt up and we'll shower together." Blaine raises an eyebrow. "Before you ask, yes, you have a very, very cute butt." He added, probably boosting Blaine's ego in the process.

After they shared a shower, which turned out to be a lot hotter than they intended. Well, until Kurt noticed new bruises forming on Blaine's hips. He lowered himself to his knees to get a closer look. Blaine, oblivious to the bruises, thought Kurt was doing something else.

"Blaine…" Kurt said, not even looking at the boys hardening cock. "…I hurt you."

Blaine blinked, confused. "What?"

Kurt traced one of the emerging bruises lightly, and looked up at Blaine, his eyes watering with threatening tears.

"Kurt…" Blaine tried to pull Kurt up to face him, but when Kurt didn't move, Blaine lowered himself to his knees. "You did not hurt me." He said, cupping Kurt's face in his hands.

"I did, Blaine." Kurt said, his lower lip starting to quiver.

"Kurt. You did not. The sex… it was the best we've ever had. I don't remember you hurting me, okay? So if there are bruises, there are bruises. There's nothing we can do about that. But you didn't hurt me. Okay?" He leaned forwards and kissed him softly.

Kurt relaxed and kissed him back before pulling away and wiped his eyes, a pointless task seeing as they were in the shower. They stood back up and washed each other off, giving each other chaste kisses every so often.

Kurt wasn't okay with creating the bruises on Blaine's hips, but after what Blaine said, he figured they'd be okay, and he didn't have anything to worry about.

He hoped.

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I wrote most of this at one am. So be nice.

I hope you guys liked this. I'm not the best at writing smut and this is the first time I've wrote Blaine topping. And the only the second time I've wrote full on sex. So I hope it's okay.

For next chapter, I a very vague idea so feel free to give suggestions to help me:)

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