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Kurt’s body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His hand was feeling particularly clammy which made it harder to take a good grip on Blaine’s leg and keep it in the air as Kurt fucked into him with hard, quick thrusts.
They were in Blaine’s room, lying on their sides, the door closed out of habit since Blaine’s parents were on a trip on the East Coast and wouldn't be back for two weeks.
“You feel so good, baby,” Kurt mumbled against the nape of Blaine’s neck, backing up his words with a deep roll of his hips.
“Yeah?” Blaine breathed. “You – mmhmm – you feel good too.”
Kurt started to nip and suck sloppily at the skin he found in front of him, making Blaine release a loud moan.
“Kurt,” Blaine called. Kurt made a vague, inquisitive sound as he put most of his attention in the making of a spectacularly large hickey and thrusting into Blaine’s hot, tight asshole. “Am – am I doing good?”
“Amazing,” Kurt whispered absentmindedly and repositioned his hand to the front of Blaine’s thigh to pull it towards him for leverage. Blaine sneaked his arm down to his own cock, gripping it tightly when Kurt sped up his thrusts, the urge for release running hotter through him.
“Am I yours?” Blaine suddenly asked.
The cloud of endless pleasure and warmth surrounding Kurt's mind lifted slightly, letting him process the question. Kurt gazed down at Blaine, noticing the quiver in his arm and how he was biting down on his bottom lip, how his face and body were all tense lines, trembling with anticipation. He didn't know what to make of the question or the reason behind it but he knew the answer.
He dropped his lips to Blaine’s shoulder, only a light caress before muttering next to his ear with so much certainty he shuddered along with Blaine, “forever.”
Blaine’s face scrunched up and his hand flew to fist the sheets beneath them as he tried to meet the snap of Kurt’s hips, riding the waves of pleasure flaring up inside him. Kurt allowed himself to watch transfixed as Blaine muffled his moans against his bicep, body melting into the bed as his orgasm ripped through him.
Kurt took Blaine's face by his jaw and kissed him as soon as the angle allowed him to. Blaine’s movements were sluggish, instinctual when he kissed back. He tried to twist around but Kurt stopped him with a firm hold on his hip, the small shift making him aware of his dick still rock hard deep inside Blaine.
“C’mon, Kurt. Finish up,” Blaine panted and reached back with his hand to spread his asscheeks.
“God, I love you so much,” Kurt groaned and resumed his thrusting, Blaine’s body pliant under his touch.
He climaxed not long after, biting down on Blaine’s neck to keep himself from groaning too loudly. When he was done Blaine rolled over to lie on his stomach, Kurt following him and resting his head in the middle of Blaine’s back, his arm loosely draped around him to keep him close.
After a few moments, his cock slid out of Blaine’s hole and he felt the vibrations of Blaine’s quiet moan under his cheek. He spoke quietly, trying not to disturb Blaine too much if he was about to fall asleep but wanting to touch the topic before he had to go.
“B? About what you asked earlier…”
As if a bell had gone off inside Blaine’s head, he was suddenly out of the bed and putting on his underwear, despite the fact that there was drying come inside him. Kurt sat up shortly after, not as alert as Blaine and saw his boyfriend walk towards the hallway.
“I need water, do you want something from downstairs?” Blaine asked before leaving the room, pausing on the threshold and avoiding Kurt’s face.
Kurt was stunned, to say the least. after Blaine’s sudden reaction but was quick to answer, “no, I – I’m just gonna get dressed.”
He barely saw Blaine nodding before he scurried down the hall, leaving Kurt wondering what had happened.
His phone beeped where he had tossed it on the passenger seat after ending a call with Mercedes about a new song she wanted to present to the glee club. He waited until he got to a red light to get a hold of the device and swipe his thumb swiftly over the screen to visualize the short text.
Door’s open. Go to my room.
A honk from the car behind him startled him, causing him to almost drop his phone. He pulled the car into gear and passed the intersection, focusing his gaze on the road ahead as his mind re-read the text message from Blaine.
It was unusual of his boyfriend since he tended to be an over-talker, even through his texts and the one Kurt just received was rather direct, making him wonder what his boyfriend was up to all the way to Blaine’s house.
Kurt found the front door of the Anderson’s household unlocked, as Blaine had specified. Silence prevailed in the first floor in a way Kurt wasn't accustomed or comfortable with since his own house seemed to always buzz with life after Carole and Finn were added to the little family he had. It was sad that Blaine had to deal with an empty house most of the time.
He made his way upstairs to Blaine’s room, hiking up his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and frowning when he found a closed door.
Knocking to alert Blaine of his presence didn't even register in his mind, he just jiggled the doorknob and pushed lightly to peer inside, his messenger bag falling with a soft thud on the floor.
Blaine was in there, on top of the covers and lying on his right side facing the door, his eyes closed and his bottom lip drawn into his mouth, cock standing up against his belly. With his left hand disappearing behind him and his arm flexing up and down, Kurt quickly got a good idea of what he was doing.
Bright, golden eyes shot open to stare right at Kurt, but they didn't show surprise nor shame, they were lustful and trusting and made Kurt’s blood boil with desire in record speed, making him feel lightheaded.
He strode across the room and didn't hesitate to climb on the bed, rolling Blaine to his back and hovering over him. Kurt took a hold of Blaine’s hands, ignoring the stickiness and threading their fingers, to place them on each side of Blaine’s head, planting a kiss to Blaine’s lips in the process.
“Why are you having all the fun without me?” Kurt breathed against Blaine’s mouth.
“Just thinking ahead,” Blaine responded.
“Of course you were,” he said, leaving a quick kiss to Blaine’s lips and yanking himself from his boyfriend’s grasp to start undressing.
When the last piece of clothing was shed, Kurt went to reclaim his place above Blaine and between his legs but Blaine hooked a leg on Kurt’s waist and rolled them over. Scooting lower and straddling Kurt’s thighs, Blaine leaned down to press their mouths together.
He slipped a hand between their bodies and took a firm hold of Kurt’s cock, pumping and squeezing, trying to get Kurt into full hardness, not that he needed any help with thoughts and images of Blaine fingering himself still flooding his mind. The soft click of a bottle opening reached Kurt’s ears and the hand on him disappeared momentarily, returning to smear lube all over his length. Kurt’s hands found their way to Blaine’s tiny waist, his thumbs digging into Blaine’s soft belly to urge him up.
They pulled back from the kiss with audible gasps, Blaine straightening up and licking his lips slowly as he held Kurt’s cock up and lined it towards his asshole. Kurt held his breath and put a lot of effort into restraining himself from bucking up his hips when he felt the tight tight heat of Blaine slowly enveloping him.
Blaine’s hands landed on his chest as he sank all the way down, a small frown appearing between his eyebrows and his eyes slipping shut. Kurt extended his right arm to touch Blaine’s face and run his thumb across the apple of Blaine’s cheek, helping him to relax. Blaine's shoulders slumped slightly and the fall and rise of his chest was coming more steadily.
“You okay?” Kurt asked, waiting for Blaine to get used to the stretch and move.
“Umhm-mhm,” Blaine half hummed, half whined. He made a tentative roll of his hips, both of them moaning in unison. Kurt threw his head back as Blaine started rocking back and forth slowly.
“Baby, you take me so well.”
Kurt dropped his hand to Blaine’s waist again to help him set the pace, to help him go faster, to fuck himself deeper onto Kurt’s cock. Blaine dug his nails into Kurt’s skin, leaving angry red marks and drawing hissed breaths out of Kurt.
The rattling of the bed and the constant sound of the headboard hitting the wall drowned the stream of moans and mewls coming from Blaine bouncing up and down on his lap and spreading his legs to get Kurt deeper. Blaine used Kurt's chest to position his hands and drop his ass up and down, Kurt's skin stinging where Blaine’s cheeks slapped against him.
The soft drag of Blaine’s clenching muscles were driving Kurt slowly insane as Blaine was becoming more erratic and strained with his movements so Kurt planted his feet on the bed and lifted Blaine off him a tad to give himself room and start snapping his hips up.
Blaine’s keen when Kurt found his prostate was high and shameless and Kurt loved it, loved when he got Blaine like that, when he didn't hold back and let himself just feel. He saw Blaine leaning back and grounding his hands on the bed. He let Kurt hold him still and fuck him hard. Blaine threw his head back and with a higher voice, a clear, desperate voice that rang in Kurt’s ears for several moments after, Blaine squealed.
“Right there, Daddy.”
The squeaking of the mattress bellow them stopped abruptly. Only their labored breathing accompanied the tension that filled the room. Kurt’s chest was heaving as the words echoed in his mind, trying to make sense of them. As his thinking process continued the weight on top of him suddenly disappeared. His cock slapped against his abdomen and the blurry form of Blaine’s body climbed off the bed.
Kurt bolted after Blaine and caught up with him before he reached his en suite bathroom. Blaine was forced to face him and Kurt was forced to watch the terror shining in his eyes, one that was directed at him and one he didn't want to see again in his entire life.
“Blaine –” Kurt tried, reaching out for Blaine, only to see him crumble.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I’m sorry – please don’t leave.” Tears suddenly rolling down Blaine’s face, he looked so broken and helpless Kurt could feel his own heart breaking.
“No, baby –” he winced at the slipped endearment, maybe now was not the moment. “Blaine, I love you. I’m not gonna leave.”
He wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, pressing his boyfriend tightly against him. Blaine buried his face in Kurt’s neck and clutched at his back, shaking with the force of the sobs coming out of him.
They stood quiet for a moment as Kurt rubbed Blaine’s back and rocked him gently, face painted with worry. After making a decision, Kurt walked to stand next the bed, Blaine going with him blindly and refusing to let an inch of space between them.
Kurt took Blaine’s arms gently and tried to detach them from his body but Blaine whined pitifully.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I just need you to stay here, okay? I’m not leaving.”
Blaine didn't respond in any form but he loosened the grip he had on him. Kurt rushed to Blaine’s closet, he opened the right door and pulled out a blanket from the top drawer. When he went back to Blaine he covered him with it, draping it tightly around his compact body.
He sat Blaine down while he settled against the headboard. He arranged some pillows and hauled Blaine to lay beside him. His boyfriend didn't need any more prompting as he got comfortable and rested his head on top of Kurt’s chest with their legs tangled together.
It took a while for Blaine to calm down, for his breathing to even out and his whimpers to finally subside. His eyes were closed but Kurt knew he wasn't sleeping so he talked softly, certain that Blaine could hear him.
“Can you talk to me about it?”
The change was infinitesimal but it was there, Blaine tipped his head a tad lower and his fist tightened around the soft blanket. When a few moments passed by and Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine was going to answer at all he heard a quiet, muffled voice.
“Can’t we just pretend this didn't happened and move on?”
Kurt released a sigh and hoped it hadn't been too loud or had sounded too frustrated. He brought up his arm to give Blaine’s middle a comforting squeeze and said, “No. I do think we need to talk. Whatever you have to say, I’ll listen.”
Blaine stayed silent again but Kurt felt him nodding against his side slowly, though he stayed motionless. Kurt didn't comment any further, not wanting to pressure him but impatient for answers. Blaine moved abruptly and Kurt tightened his arms around him, fearing he might want to lock himself in his bathroom again.
His boyfriend looked up at him, eyes wide and resigned, why were they resigned? “I – It’s really embarrassing so I’m just… going to show you.”
Kurt was reluctant but he let Blaine go and watched as he got out of the bed and padded quietly to the corner of his room where his messenger bag was. Blaine extracted his laptop and came back to Kurt’s side. He didn't cuddle with him, sitting in the edge of the bed instead.
A blue light illuminated Blaine’s face when he turned on the device. Kurt scooted closer and dropped a kiss to the back of Blaine’s neck. He wished he had at least his boxers on, but they were on the other side of the room and he didn't want to be away from Blaine. In any case, Blaine was still wrapped up in his blanket so they had a layer to keep the skin with skin contact to a minimum. Kurt wasn't sure what the best way to handle the situation was so he opted for keeping Blaine at ease.
He turned his head, his eyes dropping to Kurt’s mouth before going up again and Kurt resisted the urge to smile. He was still Blaine, silly, beautiful Blaine and Kurt didn't think twice when he closed the gap between them and pecked Blaine’s mouth. He noticed a slight quiver in Blaine’s lips so he pressed more firmly, holding Blaine by his neck.
When they pulled apart, Blaine’s breath ghosted his face for a moment before he angled the screen towards him and said, “Here.”
The laptop was suddenly at the top of his thighs and Blaine was standing up and about to exit his room when Kurt asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make some tea,” he explained. “Do you want any?”
Kurt shook his head and while he still had Blaine’s attention he said, “I love you.”
A small smile appeared on Blaine’s face, small for Blaine’s standards but still, it reached his eyes and that was all that mattered. “I love you too,” Blaine responded before he left altogether.
The first thing Kurt noticed was that there were five tabs open, all of them with similar titles and the same overall theme. The second was that the first one, the one Blaine left it in, was the blog of a woman, a submissive woman according to the description and that the information stretched for several pages.
He had barely ended the introduction when Blaine came back since he had to read every sentence thrice to make sense of them and confirm he had read correctly. The edginess had come back to his beautiful boyfriend but it wasn't as intense as before. Blaine settled next to him and watched him warily while Kurt tore his face off the screen.
“I just have a question,” Kurt stated as he saw Blaine bite down his lip and nod. Kurt consulted the page quickly to make sure he had the correct words before he continued. “Is it – Is it just the name calling during sex or like doing – uhmm – scenes or do you want the life style that says here?” he questioned, gesturing to the laptop. His face was heating up but he refused to acknowledge it right then.
“Wait, you don’t think I’m… sick or something?”
“Of course not, Blaine. I think you’re perfect.” Kurt smiled encouragingly and continued, “Besides, think about what you told me when we… when started having sex. It doesn't matter what we do as long as I’m doing it with you.”
Blaine’s face softened and he was looking at him in that way that made Kurt’s heart roar happily with the knowledge that Blaine really loved him. Kurt knew he must have been sporting the same stupid smile.
“I don’t know,” Blaine whispered at last, answering Kurt’s first questions with his cheeks red. “I – the name calling, obviously. That’d be great. The… well, like an in-between, maybe? But, y’know, like never at school or in front of anybody else, I want… when it’s just you and me. I don’t –”
“Hey,” he said softly, bringing Blaine closer and kissing his temple. “We’ll figure it out. Just let me email myself all these URLs so I can read them later.”
When he was done he focused on Blaine, he took his hand and brought it up to kiss his knuckles tenderly.
“We can go to the living room to cuddle and watch something until I have to go, you pick,” he said in hopes of lifting Blaine’s spirits.
“You pick, I don’t have the head to watch anything but… cuddling sounds nice.”
“Or you can come with me tonight, it’s Friday Night Dinner,” Kurt offered.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to face your dad right now… or ever,” Blaine chuckled. “I’ll be fine, promise.”
“You sure?” Blaine nodded. Kurt didn't want to leave Blaine’s side but he knew there was no way his father would let him stay. Someday, he thought, someday they would live together and have all the time in the world to cuddle and have dinner and have sex and just be happy with each other.
“Then put some clothes on. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”