Warning for barebacking, dirty talk (no slut shaming, though) and sex that's a little bit more than what I usually write- I think?

Title from the song Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This), which is strangely one of the most played songs in the gym I go to.

Some of Them Want (to Use) You

Blaine didn't care, He simply didn't. He was on his hands and knees and Kurt's lips were on him. All he cared about was Kurt's warm touch all over, kissing and licking and sucking and making him fall apart.

He breathed deeply when Kurt slipped a lube-coated finger inside, forcing his body to relax and then pushing back. Kurt kissed the beauty mark on the small of his back, squeezing his thigh with his free hand.

"Another one," he panted when the soft burn became not enough. Kurt complied eagerly, and the new stretch was much, much better. Blaine moaned loudly, rocking back, clenching tight around Kurt's fingers and murmuring his name. Then, slowly, everything became not enough again, and dammit, he was done waiting. "Just put it in me, Kurt, just fuck me," he said, demanding.

"Okay, just let me get the-"

"No!" he called, his voice breathy. "Don't want a condom. Don't need more lube. Just fuck me now."

He knew Kurt smiled without looking, and whined. His whine quickly turned into a cry of pleasure, when he felt Kurt's teeth sink into the smooth skin of his ass. Through the haze of arousal and surprise, he didn't even notice Kurt's hands weren't touching him, until they grabbed his waist and Kurt lifted his head to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the back of neck.

"Ready?" he shivered with the sultry whisper into his ear, nodding.

Kurt pushed in with one, long thrust, and Blaine's head dropped to hang between his shoulders, a groan ringing in the room- Blaine didn't know if it was his, and didn't care.

Kurt, in him, on top of him in such a possessive way… It was all that mattered.

He cried out when Kurt pushed especially hard, his stomach tightening. He fell down to his elbows, his ass high in the air, and realized he's been babbling all along.

"Shit, Kurt, yes, so good, so good- oh!"

Kurt sneaked a hand to start jerking him off, and that just isn't fair. He fought back, though, leaning back as far as he can go and meeting Kurt's thrusts with strong pushes, all the while making as much noise as he could.

"Come on, baby, want you to come in me, want to feel it," he said, beautiful moans breaking his voice. "Want you to make me all yours, yes, just yours!"

Blaine knew Kurt was close. His hands were beginning to shake and his movements were harder and more desperate- he clasped his fingers so tight over Blaine's dick it almost hurt.

"Let go, baby, c'mon, fuck me like you mean it," he spat.

Kurt was frantic, moaning loud and unashamed, moving his hand to the time of his powerful pushes into Blaine, speed increasing until he came with long spurts, buried so deep inside, crying out and folding onto Blaine.

He was so close now, so close it hurt, so close he felt it in his gut. Kurt was quick to slide out and flip him onto his back, diving down to suck his hard dick into his sinful, skillful mouth.

"Kurt!" he screamed, gripping his disheveled hair and fucking deep into his throat. A finger slipped back into his hole to help the slick liquid come out, and it was so sexy and it really shouldn't have been and Blaine had given up on moaning, he just screamed with all he had.

"Please, Kurt, please. Make me yours make me yours make me yours make me yours!"

Then there was a hand tweaking his nipple so hard and two fingers at his hole and Kurt whispered, somewhere between all the yelling, "You're mine" and he was coming, coming, coming down Kurt's throat, that clenched around him as he swallowed again and again.

Blaine was so lightheaded everything was blurry, and Kurt wasn't done yet, his tongue licking Blaine's well-fucked skin, swirling around and inside and oh.

Everything was hazy and Blaine knew why, didn't fight it, just gripped Kurt's hair tighter even as the feeling was disappearing from his hands, and sighed with content one last time.

The pull back to reality was the constructions outside and the sunlight hitting his face with uncomfortable warmth. He knew there was no one by his side. He remembered why there hasn't been for a long time now. He wasn't mad at his body for waking up with a hard-on, or at his brain for making up a sweet illusion. It was better than nightmares anyway.

He just whispered, for no one to listen or hear, one more time, "I'm yours forever, Kurt."

Ugh why can't I write a normal PWP with no sad ending.

Also what is going on with those dream Kurt and Blaine are having all the time in those fics. (No I haven't had any sex dreams lately thanks for asking I just like Klaine dreaming of each other and then POOF angst.)