Sorta kinda maybe a continuation of yesterday? After they wake up or something?
I don't know. Just smut. Pretty much PWP.
(Warning for barebacking- though tested and within a monogamous relationship. And rimming, if that's not your cup of tea.)
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Kurt nuzzles behind Blaine's ear and nibbles on it, a bit harder than usual. Blaine makes a sound deep in his chest, arching back against Kurt's weight on top of him. Kurt strokes down his arms, and when he reaches his hands he tangles their fingers together. He's growing hard, his erection pressing gently on the back of Blaine's thigh.
"You're such a horny teenager," Blaine accuses with a giggle. "If you wanna fuck me, you're gonna have to do all the work. I'm not moving right now."
Kurt kisses his neck, sucking a big mark onto it, red and saliva-shiny and satisfying. Blaine's breath hitches.
"Mm, okay." He ruts down slowly, sighing with content, thinking of how until not so long ago, he couldn't even imagine having Blaine like this, so pliant and relaxed under him, all to himself. He disentangles their hands, pushes Blaine's pants and boxers down, and shimmies down Blaine's compact body until he faces that glorious ass. He grips Blaine's thighs, and darts forward before Blaine can even respond, flicking his tongue against Blaine's hole.
Blaine whimpers lowly, and Kurt moans back, nuzzling between Blaine's cheeks and moving his tongue in small circles over the tight pucker.
Blaine relaxes into it, allowing Kurt in, and that's always the best part. Blaine accepting him, letting him in, letting him break down every last barrier. He shudders, and Blaine whines again, long and high pitches, goosebumps rising under Kurt's hands.
Slowly, slowly Blaine opens up, and Kurt can slip in his tongue fully, adding a finger after a few minutes and then another one. By the time he reaches the third, Blaine's babbling in rough voice, saying dirty, filthy things, but also lovely and beautiful ones.
Kurt pulls his tongue out, and starts stretching Blaine earnestly, kissing up his back (it smells faintly like lavender, and he smiles) until he gets back to his neck, sucking on it open-mouthed and hungry.
Blaine moans. "Ready, Kurt, now."
Kurt inhales deeply, sighing contentedly, and pulls out his fingers slowly. He angles himself, and starts pushing in leisurely. Blaine moans, and he takes a few moments before he begins to thrust deeply inside, drowning in warmness and Blaine's almost unconscious praises.
They can both feel it building up almost torturously slow, and Kurt buries his face in Blaine's hair when Blaine's back arches up, pushing against him and making him slide yet deeper in. They're moving together effortlessly, without a glitch, their hands somehow twined, their sweat-slick skin sliding over each other's.
Blaine comes first with a long cry, rubbing on the couch and pushing back harder against Kurt, who speeds up his movements in return and fucks him roughly through it before he stills, spent and sated.
"Come on," mutters Blaine, voice croaky and gruff. "Come on, baby, yeah, just like that." And when he clenches around Kurt, he clenches tight, almost too tight for Kurt to keep moving, but then Kurt grunts deeply when he orgasms, hard and bone-shuddering.
He's breathing fast and shallow when he comes down, pulling out as gently as he can and slumping over Blaine. There's a trickle of come running from Blaine's asshole down his crotch, but Kurt knows he's not actually pushing it out yet. That's for later, in the shower, and maybe he'll get to rim Blaine again then. He smiles at the thought.
Blaine chuckles.
"Wha'?" murmurs Kurt.
"We're so good at sex."
Kurt laughs. "Yes, we are. And way too many people know about it."
"Mm. Remember after that time with Mercedes? I thought I'll never be able to look her in the eye again."
Kurt blushes at the memory. "Don't remind me."
Blaine giggles. "Shower?"
"Soon."
They fall asleep again, bodies tangled together like two halves of the same whole.