As always, my lovelies, thank you for being great. Love ya'll! Here, have some PWP :)

By The Front Door

They don't sext, okay?

Kurt and Blaine do not sext. Ever.

So that's why Blaine was rather surprised to see an urgent message appear on his phone in the middle of the work day.

From: Kurt

When you get home I'm gonna fuck you against the door

To: Kurt

Um, okay?

From: Kurt

I mean it I'm gonna fuck you against the front door

Blaine frowned at his phone.

To: Kurt

Okay.

By the time he got home, he all but forgot about it; the work day has been hectic, and he mostly just wanted to finally get home. He unlocked the front door idly, opened it, and stumble upon Kurt.

"Hey, ba-" he couldn't finished the sentence before Kurt's lips attacked his and he stumbled back with the force of it. "Wha-" he tried to ask when Kurt pulled back to breathe, but half a second later his lips were preoccupied again. Kurt's hands pushed him back until he hit the door, and then they started deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, and then his pants, with Kurt's mouth devouring his all the while.

Kurt suddenly broke the kiss, and Blaine gasped and whined, dizzy with the quickness of it all. Then his neck was gnawed at, bitten and licked while Kurt fought to get his pants down his thighs, taking him out of his boxers (almost fully hard now, dizzyingly so) and stroking him hard and fast for a moment, until he was satisfied and sank to his knees, pushing Blaine against the door.

"Oh my god, Kurt, oh my god, uh!" he cried when Kurt's lips closed around him, his throat heavenly tight and the sucking pressure just perfect. It didn't take more than two minutes to get him very, very close, until he was squirming and calling out and moaning loudly.

Kurt knew he was close- of course he did, he always does- and kept sucking, making lewd sounds as he licked and bobbed his head and squeezed Blaine's balls-

"Oh! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Kurt oh god fuck yes yes yes!" he screamed as he spilled all he had to give down Kurt's throat.

When he was done, slumping against the door, Kurt finally pulled away, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that all about?"

Kurt was all but shivering as he stood up and leaned in to kiss Blaine, hard and unforgiving. "I had a bad day. Can I fuck you?"

Blaine felt a zing of electricity run through his entire body. His cock gave a painful twitch. "Yes."

Kurt turned him around, pushing him against the door and rubbing his clothes erection against his ass for a moment, grunting. Blaine could feel him reaching for the pocket of his jeans and taking out was presumably was a bottle of lube.

"Shit," Kurt muttered.

"Wha'?"

"Don't have a condom."

"Fuck me without one," he said.

Kurt pushed his hips forward again. "Fuck." He quickly coated his cock in lube, and only then he seemed to remember he had to stretch Blaine first. Uttering something unintelligible, he squirted some lube onto his fingers and slipped one into Blaine's hole without a warming.

"Oh my god, shit, Kurt," he grunted.

Kurt's skilled fingers stretched him quickly, moving fast but never hurting him as he leaned on the door for support.

Kurt didn't ask if he was ready; he just slicked his dick up again and pushed in, Blaine sighing and pushing back. It took such a short time Blaine didn't even have time to get used to being full before Kurt came inside of him with a cry.

Blaine turned around to grab his shaking fiancé, hugging him to his chest. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

A loud knock on the door made them jump ten feet in the air. "Can I come in or are you gonna make me wait during round two as well?" yelled Santana from the other side of the door.

Blood ran to their cheeks and they hugged each other closer, trying to cover up even though she wasn't actually in the room. "N-no," Blaine gets out. "We're gonna go to our bedroom! Just a moment and you can come in!"