Smut! Ah, yes, finally. This has been brewing for a while, so I hope it's good.
Kurt and Blaine negotiating the "No Hands South the Equator" rule, AKA first time frottage. YAY! :D
Marshmallows
Kurt is lying on his back, panting. Blaine's on top of him, carefully hovering so nothing but chests touch as they kiss feverishly.
"Blaine," Kurt moans. "Blaine?"
He moves his lips to Kurt's neck, whispering, "Yeah?" before sucking a nice, red mark there.
"O-oh, that's good. Uh-uh-uh, Blaine. I'm- crap- sorry, what was I saying?"
Blaine smirks. Kurt was so loose tonight, so pliant, and he doesn't think he's ever been harder in his life. "You haven't said anything yet, actually." He flicks his tongue against the bruise.
"Oh, right. Um. I was thinking about it for while- ah, ah!- and I wanted to ask… Oh god, Blaine- I wanted to ask if I could, maybe- Blaine!- maybe, um, touchyourbutt?"
Blaine freezes, but doesn't lean away. "I thought we, we had the rule…?"
"I was thinking we could change it. That is, if you want to."
Blaine gulps, his momentary bravery crushing into dust. "And what will the new rule be?"
"Maybe…" God, he's hard. He needs… something. "Maybe no hands… under the clothes south the equator?"
Blaine gulps again. "I think… I think I like the new rule."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Kurt almost twitches with how much he wants to pull Blaine down and grind against him, hard and fast and oh.
"Can I… now?" he asks in a small voice.
"Yeah, yeah, you can."
And they're kissing again, all tongue and saliva and Kurt's heart beats so fast when he slips his hand down- and grasps. Blaine whimpers. He feels the need in Kurt's muscles, and moans, "You can do it."
Kurt breaks. He pulls Blaine onto him, ruts against him desperately, crying out loud at the sweet pressure against his aching dick. And then he focuses on what exactly he's rutting against.
"I can feel you, fuck, you're hard!" And long, and thick. And probably gorgeous.
Blaine sucks on his lower lip harder than he ever dared. "So are you."
"So hot, Blaine, fuck…"
Blaine pulls away for a second, staying close enough that his shuddering breath is tingling Kurt's upper lip. "Do you want to… Uh, yes," he swallows, grinding down harder and gasping, "Do you want to come?"
"No, Blaine, I wanna go eat marshmallows," he says, not unkind but teasing.
"Okay, point taken," giggles Blaine and darts back onto Kurt's mouth, slipping his tongue in. Kurt sucks on it, hard, and Blaine shivers, putting his hands in his hair and moving his hips as fast as he can, Kurt meeting him halfway with every thrust. He spreads Kurt's thighs a little more and Kurt moans loud and unashamed, as Blaine finds just the right angle for his dick to rub over his balls and then up and down his hard shaft.
Kurt cries, his voice heavenly high and piercing through Blaine's ears, making his head buzz with need and want and love. He feels the burn, the tingle in his lower stomach, and thinks of warning Blaine- but then he realizes he has no time to. He's coming with a sharp jerk of his body, pressed up into Blaine's, mouth going slack under Blaine's kiss.
Blaine doesn't stop kissing Kurt, moving against him desperately as he comes down, and whispers his name when he finally, finally orgasms, his vision blurring momentarily.
They're a tangle of limbs and sticky clothes and mouths that are still kissing slowly, and when they break apart Blaine huffs out a laugh.
"What?" Kurt mutters. He just came with his boyfriend for the first time, he's happy, and he doesn't feel like thinking.
"'No, I wanna eat marshmallows'. Oh my god, Kurt," he giggles.
Kurt rolls his eyes and then closes them, rolling into a more comfortable position so he can lay his head on Blaine's shaking chest and listen to the rapid beating of his heart. "Sorry I couldn't come up with a better joke while rubbing against your hard cock." He blushes- they both do, but Blaine's still chuckling so he guesses it's okay. "Now stop laughing, you're shaking my head and it's making me dizzy."
I tend to make TFiOS references when I'm not noticing. Oops.