PWP. You know why.

So you know this cute comic about "if you can't laugh with the person you're having sex with, while you're having sex with them, you shouldn't be having sex with them"? That's the inspiration.

Prude

"Blaine, inside me, now!" Kurt grunted, writhing under Blaine's warm touch. "Please, ready, please!"

Blaine kissed his ear and nibbled on it. "Please what?" he teased.

"Fuck me, please!" Kurt clenched tightly around Blaine's fingers inside him. "Please please please please want you so much-"

"Pushy," Blaine kissed him lengthily as he quickly took his fingers out and rolled the condom on, finding the lube again and slicking his shaft.

Kurt mumbled something inaudible.

"Hmm?" asked Blaine, separating their lips momentarily.

"Hurry," he moaned, pulling Blaine back into a kiss and sucking on his lower lip.

Blaine said something against his lips, but Kurt didn't care because oh, yes, finally he slipped into Kurt's stretched hole, shifting until he found a good position, and smiled into the kiss when Kurt's tension faded away.

Their hips fell into the usual rhythm of thrusting forward together, and everything was warm and safe and loving; they moved as one, seamlessly, giving and taking just enough, hitting all the right spots and moaning lightly between deep kisses.

"Uhhh," sighed Kurt, throwing his head back. Blaine moved to kissing his neck.

"You're so tight-"

"You're so big-"

They froze, looked at each other for a second, and started laughing, gripping each other's faces and half-kissing with open mouths; Blaine started moving again while they were both still laughing, and Kurt let out a moan, still grinning and shuddering with laughter.

"Mm, feels good." He smiled to himself before sticking his face in Blaine's hair as Blaine went for his neck; his mood was light, he was having sex with the love of his life, he didn't have a care in the world.

"You feel good."

Kurt clenched around him playfully and he barked out a moan, licking at Kurt's neck in a way that totally tickled, so he chuckled, and Blaine kept licking.

"Come on, fuck me," said Kurt cheerfully, even though Blaine was, with short little jabs of his hips, driving himself deep and hard into Kurt.

"I am fucking you," Blaine cackled.

"Shhh," he said into Blaine's soft curls, pulling on them a little. "Make me come." He rubbed his nose on Blaine's head and for some reason, it was so funny he was wheezing with laughter, his body stuttering and new sensations bursting into both of them.

It didn't take much longer- Blaine was full of energy, moving earnestly, wholeheartedly, and so was Kurt.

They cursed at each other teasingly, smiling the whole time between lewd groans, and Kurt was the first to come, with the help of Blaine's hand squeezing his dick tight with some silly comment about it being lovely. Blaine spilled into the condom seconds later, Kurt squeezing so hard around him it was difficult not to come instantly.

Afterwards, with chests wiped clean hastily and a condom in the trashcan, they lay side by side of their backs, cheeks hurting from smiling for so long.

"God, sex is so much fun," chuckled Kurt.

Blaine kissed his cheek joyfully. "It seriously is. Why didn't we start doing this earlier?"

"Because we were prudes." He pulled Blaine to his chest, beginning to rub his back slowly; Blaine was seconds away from purring.

"We were not- okay, we were kinda prudes."

"It's okay, though, you're a cute prude."

"You're a cuter prude."

"You're the cutest prude!"

They started laughing again, not stopping until their stomachs hurt.