Smut!

Rimming.

Yeah.

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The door was locked even though no one was home. The sheets were pulled over their heads with a giggle; they kissed underneath them until their laughter faded and turned into moans, and then rolled around in the bed until the sheets fell off. Clothes were long gone, and their warm, nude bodies fit together perfectly.

Sex wasn't new anymore, nor it was terrifying- it was simple, and theirs, and (most of the time) really, really hot.

Because honestly, they were two teenage boys, and that meant they were both horny most of the time. It also meant they had to get creative, sometimes when they didn't have a bed or enough time- but they made it work.

Blaine wasn't in charge often, simply because Kurt was bigger and therefore was better at pushing Blaine onto designated surfaces like beds or doors or walls or backseats or chairs or kitchen tables; but sometimes, like today, Blaine had the lead. When he wanted it, he was unstoppable. He just pounced, unexpectedly or otherwise, and Kurt couldn't say no to getting fucked into the mattress by his gorgeous boyfriend, could he?

So when Blaine rubbed his thigh with one hand and squeezed his cock with the other, Kurt simply lay back and moaned loudly, letting Blaine do whatever he pleased.

When Blaine asked in a breathy voice, "I want to try something new", Kurt agreed with an excited nod, gripping Blaine's head and molding their lips together. Blaine slowly moved his kisses downwards, and Kurt squirmed under his loving touch. He mumbles something against Kurt's bellybutton, but Kurt couldn't decipher what it was.

"Huh?" he breathed.

"Wanna rim you," said Blaine a little louder, scraping his teeth over soft skin.

Rimming. Blaine wanted to rim him. He let that thought sink in for a moment, and his interested dick throbbed with want. "Please."

He was flipped over before he could realize what was happening, and Blaine's warm hands were separating his cheeks without further ado. He felt a blush reddening his face and neck as Blaine's breath made him shiver.

"Yeah?" Blaine asked, mind dizzy with lust, with longing for the boy underneath him.

"Yeah."

Blaine inhaled sharply, and lowered his face until he was leveled with Kurt's- amazing, beautiful, sexy, magnificent- ass. He pointed his tongue and leaned forward, but when he touched the warm skin his desires took over and he started licking generously everywhere he could reach, tasting the musky scent with Kurt's high pitched cries in the background. His hands gripped Kurt's thighs so hard the muscles in them were starting to ache, as well as the muscles on his jaw and tongue, but he didn't stop- stopping wasn't an option right now.

Right now he needed to get Kurt wide enough so he could open up that hole with his tongue, because he definitely needed to fuck Kurt later, so he might as well be prepared.

"Babe, you need to stop squeezing," Blaine groaned, his voice rusty, after the third unsuccessful try to just shove it in.

"Well, that's a little bit difficult since you've got your tongue up my ass." He tried to hide the shudder the words gave him, but failed- the mere thought of the warmness behind him being Blaine's tongue made him melt. He could feel Blaine blush, too- the heat radiated onto his skin.

"Um, well, I'm just gonna… gonna finger you, would that be okay?"

"More than okay."

Blaine sighs with relief, rutting a little against the side of the bed and moaning into Kurt's skin at the top of the swell of his ass, where he's sucking while circling Kurt's pucker with his index finger.

"Oh, that's really hot, B."

Blaine smiles internally at the praise, and sucks harder, slipping his finger inside. He's moving it slowly back and forth when instinct takes over, and he ducks down again to place his lips on hot skin and suck with his mouth wide open over Kurt's premium, his lower lip almost reaching Kurt's balls.

Kurt's a babbling, incoherent mess, and his voice is so high Blaine thinks for one crazy seconds that soon only dogs will be able to hear him- until Kurt comes, and Blaine forgets that everything else exists.

It's always so damn beautiful when Kurt comes, how his toes curl and his muscles go taut and rigid, how his hands grip on whatever they can find to grip on, and the noises he makes… they were music to Blaine's ears, a siren's call, and he was hypnotized, captivated forever.

Then it was over as suddenly as it started, and Blaine was left fuzzy and hot and still very, very hard. He climbed up Kurt's limp and sated body like an animal, kissing up his back as he went, and Kurt smiled, his eyes closed, and reached back to find Blaine's hard cock. It took four strokes, and Blaine was coming all over Kurt's back, gasping endearments of his own.

When Blaine opened his eyes again, Kurt was laying his head on his chest and smiling up at him. "Thank you," he whispered and kissed Blaine's chest.

"You're very, very welcome."