A/N: I'm proud guys. I worked today, on fries, and I swear it was like, 50 degrees, and I'm still alive :D Barely ^^

Rating: Smut.

"Why did we decide that this was a good idea?" Blaine panted, his body arching as Kurt thrust into him.

"We didn't." Kurt replied, stifling a groan. "You were the one who bought it..."

"So why am I the one wearing it?" he gasped, catching Kurt's lips in a needy kiss.

Kurt thrust deep into Blaine before stilling his hips, eyes gleaming as his eyes fell on the cock ring, strapped tightly around Blaine.

"Because everything you want me to do, happens to the one wearing it?" he gasped, catching Kurt's lips in a needy kiss.

Kurt thrust deep into Blaine before stilling his hips, eyes gleaming as his eyes fell on the cock ring, strapped tightly around Blaine.

"Because everything you want me to do, happens to you first."

"But why?" Blaine whined, desperately trying to rut up against him.

"Because it's so much more fun this way." Kurt grinned, thrusting into Blaine again, his head dropping until he could fasten his mouth somewhere behind Blaine's ear, sucking hard enough for it to bruise before biting hard.

Blaine cried out, his hips jerking, desperate for contact. For more.

Kurt pulled off, licking over his teeth marks and grinning at the sight of the already purpling hickey.

"Kurt, please, I need to come." Blaine almost sobbed.

Kurt smiled, his hand moving down between their bodies, idly tracing over the cock ring.

"Please Kurt?" Blaine whimpered, thrusting himself into Kurt's hand.

Kurt leant down and kissed Blaine forcefully, pulling the cock ring off in the same movement.

Blaine came hard, gasping for breath as Kurt sucked at his tongue, hips jerking as they worked their way through their orgasms.

Kurt collapsed on Blaine's chest, carefully easing himself out before curling at Blaine's side, one hand still idly playing with the ring.

"Enjoy yourself." He smirked when Blaine finally caught his breath.

"Very much." Blaine whispered into his ear, rolling over until he could pin Kurt against the bed, kissing him needily.

He rubbed their bodies together suggestively, completely ignoring the fact that there was no way that he'd be able to get hard again for a least another half hour.

"And next time, it's your turn."

A/N: Claire's crying because I called her inadequate. I also found a star on my leg that Claire drew earlier.