IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.

So I got a prompt for mindreader!Blaine smut- which is just an excuse for smut, really- and I actually had a rough draft of something, so here it is!

Um, since there's barebacking- I'll just have you know that in this verse, both were virgins before they had sex with each other, so I'm not encouraging unsafe sex.

Also, it's not just titled Everything, it's because of Michael Buble's song. Because I've got some class. (Or not)

Everything

They were panting and clenching at every free surface- arms and thighs and curls and waists, and Kurt was buried so deep inside Blaine he couldn't breathe. He was pounding into his heat, and Blaine cried out again and again.

It was rushed and on a whim- Kurt barely even had the time to reach for the lube, never mind a condom. Blaine practically pounced him once he heard the random, unintentional re-run of Kurt's dream from last night. From that moment on, not another coherent thought went through his mind.

"God, I need to come. Will you let me come in you?" moaned Kurt, bending Blaine's legs father up and fastening his rhythm of fucking into him steadily. And lick it out of you, he thought, shivering with arousal. So goddamn close.

"Shit, please. Please. Lick it out. It's so sexy, Kurt," he gasped when Kurt rubbed his (goddamn perfect) abs very deliberately against his swollen cock.

Kurt was shocked by how hot all of it was- how every nerve ending in his body was burning and buzzing with electricity. He was covered in beads of sweat, currently holding Blaine's hands, with their fingers intertwined, over Blaine's head. God, I love him. How can he be mine? He's so amazing… And so hot, fuck.

Blaine giggled breathlessly. "You're not so bad yourself, baby."

"Dammit, I forgot you can-" his sentence broke with a loud moan as Blaine freed his hands and moved them to grip his ass and push him forward, deeper in, spreading it in the process.

"Hear. Yeah," gasped Blaine. "Please, just fuck me. I need you."

Kurt leaned forward to kiss Blaine, whose head was spinning with the flood of thoughts- pleasure and warmness and feeling safe, all pouring into him in a rush of colors and voices.

He felt it before Kurt did, but waited until Kurt said, with a choked voice, "Coming" to start clenching down around him, rocking back harder into his thrusts and kissing him dirtier.

Feeling it, feeling Kurt spilling everything he had to give inside him and moaning high and delighted was what put an end to Blaine. He slapped his lips against Kurt's, quieting him, and came between their writhing bodies.

I love him so much.

"I love you, too. You're my everything."