A/N: Bllleeehhhh. I feel weird writing these. But I was in the presence of Jacky and Claire this time, so it was...actually a little less weird. Annyway, Jacky helped me a little somewhere in the middle - you'll probably be able to tell, and Claire did some editing. They've now been dubbed as my mommies.

So this is my fun attempt at dominant Kurt.

Rating; Seexxxx! XD

Blaine loved parties. He loved the atmosphere and the feeling of bodies pushed up to him in the darkness – sparkling strobe lights blurring his vision and filling him with a sense of purpose. No drug could match this – this was life. Kurt was grinding beside him, far too lost in the euphoria of the moment to feel self conscious. It was far too dark to notice anyone besides each other anyway.

It was the end of year after-party, and it was amazing. Everyone from their grade had been invited, and it was in some old abandoned hall that had cost very little to rent. Nobody knew who set it up – nobody really cared.

The song changed, and Kurt stopped moving beside him.

"Come on!" Blaine shouted over the hum of the crowd and the blasting music. "Keep dancing?"

"No! I hate that song!" Kurt cried back, and Blaine laughed.

"Who cares?"

"Me!" Kurt shouted, turning and ducking his way through the crowd.

With a frown, Blaine followed him. They hadn't been drinking – there was alcohol, but they had agreed not to have any, and only take their drinks from trusted sources. Kurt planted himself on the ground – there were a few other people who had collapsed in the corners. Blaine sat next to him, his face flushed and grinning.

"My feet hurt." Kurt complained with a small grin.

Blaine glanced down at his shoes – the new Doc Martens he'd just bought.

"I should've broken them in first."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah."

Blaine leaned forward to kiss him, and Kurt winced.

"What?"

Kurt sighed. "Not here…please…"

Blaine stood up, dragging Kurt with him. "What are you doing?"

"Going somewhere where we can kiss. Because I want to kiss you."

Kurt laughed and took his hand, allowing himself to be dragged. Blaine glanced around, trying to work out where to go, finally deciding they'd have a better chance outside. He dragged Kurt around to the far side of a car, before pushing him up against it, stretching up onto his toes to kiss him. Kurt laughed, kissing him back.

"Why are you so insistent on this?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arms around Blaine.

Blaine shrugged. "I'm happy and I love you."

Kurt grinned, kissing him again. "You want to go back in?"

"Nah…wanna go home?"

Kurt grinned. "Yeah."

Sending a quick text to Mercedes, Kurt took Blaine's hand and they walked to Blaine's car together, wide grins on their faces.

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At Blaine's house, they ended up on the couch, snuggled together.

"Are you sure you didn't drink anything?" Kurt asked gently, stroking Blaine's arm slightly.

"I'm sure…why?"

"You seem a little bit…dazed…" Kurt smiled and Blaine laughed.

"Kiss me. You'll be able to tell I've only been drinking coke." Blaine didn't wait for him to make a decision, instead leaning forward and kissing him forcefully.

Kurt laughed into his mouth, but Blaine was turning serious. One hand trailed down Kurt's body to rest on his waist, the other holding the back of his neck as he licked up into his mouth.

"Are you…sure, you haven't been drinking?" Kurt breathed, even though the only thing he could taste was Blaine.

Blaine laughed. "Do I have to be drunk to be happy and in love?"

"No…" Kurt smiled, kissing him again. "But you get super horny when you're drunk."

Blaine flushed, burying his face into Kurt's chest. "That was one time. So shut up and kiss me."

Kurt laughed, kissing him again. Blaine's hand wandered, trailing down to his thigh before moving back up to rub across his stomach. Kurt grinned, scratching lightly down his chest.

Blaine let out a strangled moan into Kurt's mouth, both getting into the moment, hands wandering all over each other and completely ignoring the above waist rule.

"Okay. You are as sexy as all hell," Baine started as Kurt just grinned at him, high on the passion the smaller man had just showed him.

"No…" Kurt shook his head with a small smile, cut off by Blaine's frown.

"No!" he said in a whiney voice "Let me finish!"

Kurt nodded, waiting..

"I like where this is going and I'm not going to stop it. So this is your first and only warning. Do you want this?" Blaine laid one hand on Kurt's face and the other pulled their hips together, the heat was welcoming and oh so enticing.

Kurt closed his eyes, intoxicated by lust.

"Also note that silence will be taken for a yes. There is only so much more of this I can take." Blaine said breathily, loving the look of ecstacy colouring Kurt's beautiful features.

Kurt just grinng, leaning up to kiss him. "You know I'll always want you."

Blaine grinned and pushed his hips down, grinding them together. They both let out moans, and Blaine dropped his head to Kurt's neck, biting and kissing and sucking. Kurt arched his neck back, his hands moving to Blaine's jeans to swiftily undo the button, sliding the zip down and with no heistation, pushing them down to his knees.

"Fuck." Blaine hissed, still making hickeys on Kurt's neck. "Eager much?"

"Would you prefer it if I went slowly?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, starting to work on his own pants.

Blaine shook his head with a grin. It had been at least six months since their first time, and since then, they'd been hooked. It vaguely reminded Kurt of what his father said 'Once you've started, you're not going to want to stop'. He got that right.

Kurt lifted his hips, pushing his jeans off.

"You got any lube?" Kurt asked.

Blaine froze, letting out a sigh.

"Damn." He swore quietly. "It's upstairs."

Kurt sighed. "Then I guess we'd better go upstairs then."

Blaine laughed. "For someone who didn't seem so keen earlier, you're pretty into this."

"You got me started." Kurt grinned, pointedly looking down at their laps, where their errections pressed together through the fabric. "I don't have control after that."

Blaine laughed, but he made no attempt to get up.

"Get up. I want sex, and I'm not doing it without lube."

Blaine laughed, almost falling off the couch as Kurt struggled under him. They retrieved their pants, half-racing each other up the stairs. Kurt leaped up and belly-flopped onto the bed, laughing in spite of himself. Blaine grinned fondly, crawling on top of him and collapsing, kissing his shoulders through his shirt.

"Shirt, off." Kurt commanded, leaning up onto his elbows and undoing his buttons, even though he was being straddled by Blaine.

Blaine laughed, pulling his own shirt off over his head and then helping Kurt to pull his off. He pressed another kiss to his bare shoulder, lapping at his skin.

"Ugh, don't do that…that's weird." Kurt said softly, his head turned to the side as he let Blaine's hands roam over his back. "And I wanted sex. This isn't sex."

Blaine laughed again, reaching over to the bedside table and fishing out the lube.

They didn't bother with condoms anymore – it felt better without them and they'd come to the conclusion that they didn't need one.

"No." Kurt snapped, taking the lube from Blaine's fingers.

He quickly turned so that he was now lying on his back, but jerked Blaine onto his side in the process.

"My turn." Kurt said happily, crawling on top of Blaine and opening the bottle.

Blaine topped, the first time they'd ever had sex – but they soon realised that neither of them minded whichever position. Lately it came down to who was feeling lazy – or in this case, especially dominant.

With a small grin, Kurt shifted and started to inch Blaine's boxers down his legs.

"Duude…" Blaine whined, suspended on his elbows to watch Kurt. "You were all speedy gonzalas before and now you've turned into fucking snail."

Kurt laughed. "I'm sorry, is this not enough for you? Maybe I should just let you jerk yourself off. You'd probably like the pace better."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll just shut up then."

Kurt grinned triumphantly, pushing Blaine's boxers down the rest of the way. Blaine reached forward, palming Kurt through his brief's and making him pause in his actions.

"Oy…" Kurt hissed, his eyes closing. "Stop."

Blaine grinned, leaning up to kiss him. Kurt rolled down on him and Blaine gasped into his mouth.

"Fuck…" he moaned. "Please hurry up."

Kurt pouted, pulling off his brief's and tossing them onto the floor, finding the lube.

"Do you reckon we could do it without prep?" Kurt breathed into his ear, and Blaine's eyes shot open, a coiling heat shooting straight to his abdomen.

"Uhh…"

"Come on…we did it before we went to that party…you should at least be a little stretched…"

Blaine sucked in a deep breath. "Yeah…okay. But…slowly. Please."

Kurt nodded. "Just tell me if I need to stop."

Blaine took a breath, and Kurt used an extra amount of lube on his fingers, his hand slipping between Blaine's legs. He stroked over Blaine's hole gently, barely dipping his finger in, but coating the edges slightly.

Blaine bit his lip, practically writhing under Kurt. Kurt smiled, kissing him gently before coating himself properly with the lube, adding a few more coin-sized blobs for good measure.

"You still okay with this?" Kurt asked with a small grin, and Blaine nodded, sucking in another breath.

Kurt settled between his legs, inching them apart with his slick fingers before stroking his stomach, his fingers dipping over the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Slowly, his eyes still trained on Blaine's stomach, he braced himself on Blaine's thigh and started pressing against his hole. His fingers still stroked his abs, and to Blaine, it was as if Kurt hardly noticed what he was doing.

Blaine bit his lip as he felt the intrusion – a mind numbing pleasure and an uncomfortable stretch at the same time. It was true – they had only done this within the past five hours – but for some reason it didn't really make a difference. Blaine was still tight as ever.

Kurt let out a small grunt, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked himself inside, trying to go as slowly as possible. Blaine had his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Kurt stopped – he was barely in, but Blaine looked like hell.

"You okay?" he asked softly, stroking Blaine's thigh gently.

He opened his eyes, letting out a suppressed breath. "Yeah…just…" he chuckled. "It's like I'm a virgin again…"

Kurt laughed, leaning forward and kiss him. "You feel like a virgin again." The movement caused him to slide in further and Blaine gasped.

"Sorry." Kurt whispered, but Blaine shook his head.

"No, no…it's better. More. Further."

Kurt didn't need to be told twice – he thrust forward, meeting Blaine's hips. He cried out, but he was okay.

"Okay…good. Okay. Move."

Kurt grinned, planting a kiss on his chest before resituating himself – finding a more comfortable angle to start rocking back and forth. Blaine gasped, but not from pain anymore. Everything felt right again.

"Kiss!" Blanie demanded with a frown, a gasp changing his frown to a look of pleasure.

Kurt grinned, leaning down and kissing him sloppily, making a wet trail from his mouth to his neck as their hips slapped together. Blaine raised his hips, letting Kurt in at a different angle, making him gasp and writhe around in pleasure.

"Fuck you're perfect." Blaine whispered.

Kurt just grinned, gripping Blaine's hips and pushing into him harder. A change in the angle and a few thrusts later and Kurt was hitting his prostate, and Blaine was turning into a mess beneath him.

"I'm…"

"I know." Kurt whipered, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into him, making Blaine whine pitifully, his fingers raking down Kurt's torso.

"Come for me…" Kurt whispered, and Blaine's eyes squeezed shut, as Kurt's fist wrapped around his cock, pumping in time with his rapid thrusts. "Come on."

Blaine moaned loudly, before he came over his own stomach, his body going completely limp after Kurt squeezed him through the last of his orgasm. Kurt continued his pace, snapping their hips together as Blaine came down.

Blaine blinked stupidly. "Hey…you haven't come yet."

"Good observation." Kurt hissed, and Blaine sat up, kissing Kurt long and hard.

Blanie bit down on his lower lip until he could feel Kurt come inside him, his hips twitching and snapping jerkily with the rest of his body convulsing. Kurt whimpered and moaned, clutching Blaine close, still buried deep inside him.

They sat, breathing deepily, desperately keeping each other upright as Kurt shuddered happily.

"Okay…" he breathed after a few minutes. "I need to move."

Blaine shook his head against Kurt's chest, breathing heavily. "You can stay."

Kurt scoffed. "No thanks. This is going to get painful real fast."

Blaine chuckled and Kurt pulled out, making Blaine whimper slightly.

"That was amazing." Blaine said softly, lying back onto the pillows.

Kurt frowned. "Your sheets are drenched in lube. I think we used too much."

"Yeah, but it was necessary." Blaine chuckled, squriming a little uncomfortable. "Anyway, we can fix that later. Cuddles now."

"Shower." Kurt frowned, leaning up onto his knees.

"Ehh…" Blaine whined, reaching out to grab at Kurt, trying to pull him in for a hug.

"No. Shower." Kurt demanded.

"I don't want to get up."

"What if I blow you while we're in there. Then we can replace the sheets and cuddle?"

Blaine seemed to consider this – they both knew the answer was an immediate yes, but Blaine liked to make him wait.

"I guess that's acceptable."

Kurt grinned, helping him up and leading him into his ensuite bathroom, and Blaine looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What's on the agenda after cuddling?" Blaine asked with a small grin.

"Oh…you'll see."

A/N: Yay! See, I mostly keep my promises. XD