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the ghost that carried us away

For the first month, Kurt eyed the island's present to Blaine and himself with a bit of trepidation. It's one of those gifts that Kurt feels has some kind of meaning behind it, however irrational it seems to attribute too much human thought and emotion to an island, and he simply isn't sure how he feels about being given the hint that he needs or would otherwise benefit from toys to spice up his sex life. Kurt's honestly of the opinion that he's doing fine in that department, better than he ever anticipated.

Well, maybe Blaine can be thanked for that.

But the day is long and Blaine's off attending classes that Kurt isn't a part of, so he can't help but start to wonder as he idly spends time in their room scratching out new patterns for his sewing classes. Approaching the box hesitantly, as though it might jump out at him any second, Kurt lifts the lid and peers down at the colorful display below.

And he wonders.

The butt plug looks the least threatening to Kurt. Its purpose is clear, its size decently small, far less threatening than Blaine's cock ever seemed. Flushing all the while, Kurt slowly strips himself bare of clothing, settling on the bed and giving himself careful brushes all over his body, skin against skin, warm and comforting. Soon enough, the lube's retrieved from the nightstand and two fingers twist inside of Kurt, his sighs falling against the pillow before he finally starts sliding the plug in, turning on the vibrations and immediately gasping at the sensation.

Oh.

He's suddenly very grateful that he and Blaine have a cottage all to themselves, because there's no way that the walls are thick enough to mask the loud moans that fall from his lips.

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Blaine has nearly a three hour break between his two last classes of the day, a break he typically spends catching up on homework or, occasionally, expending energy in the Compound. But today his last class is cancelled, leaving him free to head home four hours early. As much as he loves his acting class, he's grateful for the break and eager to surprise Kurt with a quiet evening in. He even grabs a few things from the Compound to cook up back home, excited to have the time to spend a few hours treating his fiance.

He's still singing quietly to himself when he steps into the cottage, bag slung over his shoulder as he shuts the door behind him. Smiling brightly, he nearly calls out to Kurt in his typical greeting, but something stops him short, a loud, unmistakeable moan from the back room.

Frozen for a moment, Blaine listens, his distrust of the island immediately making him panic just a little. Is it an intruder? Is Kurt injured? Is he being tortured?

Carefully, Blaine sets his bag by the door and grabs the umbrella Kurt keeps nearby before tip-toeing his way across the room. It's not long before he hears it again, low and drawn out and borne of either immense pain or...

Well, it's hardly the first time Blaine's heard that pitch of Kurt's voice.

Still, he keeps the umbrella gripped tightly as he nears the bedroom, heart hammering as he calls upon every action movie he's ever seen and peeks around the corner to see--

"Holy shit," he breathes, his grip on the umbrella immediately falling slack as his eyes go wide. Kurt's stretched out on the bed, completely naked, his cock flushed and hard against his belly as he squirms and moans. He's clearly in no danger and Blaine has no idea what's causing him so much pleasure, but he can't stop staring, his own cock twitching as blood rushes southward. "... Kurt?"

The sound of someone entering the house sends Kurt's heart leaping into his throat, but everything around him feels too hot, too tight, and he can't quite bring himself to pull away from the aching pleasure that comes with every vibration down below, thrumming against his prostate. With both arms thrown over his head and clutching at his pillow, Kurt whimpers brokenly, his hips rising off of the bed on occasion but leaving him powerless to try and push the plug deeper. It's not the same as Blaine's deliberate moments, but still Kurt can't help but feel so, so achingly good all on his own, with nothing to focus on but the way the toy makes him feel.

When Blaine enters his field of vision a few seconds later, Kurt sighs, keeping his eyes fixed on his fiancé.

Gorgeous.

"Blaine," Kurt answers, the name drawn out in a whine as he holds a hand out towards Blaine, ushering him to come closer. "Blaine, please. God, need you."

His cock continues to twitch, and Kurt knows that he's close, he's drawing close, and he needs Blaine now.

For a moment, Blaine can still only stare. He's never seen Kurt look so wanton, so unabashedly turned on, his muscles straining with every wave, back arching and legs spread. On display. There's a faint sheen of sweat on his skin, his nipples a dark, dusty pink and face flushed and god, he looks amazing.

Blaine's sure he's never gotten hard so fast in his life and his legs are more than a little unsteady beneath him as he steps closer, dropping the umbrella to the floor.

"What do you need?" he asks, still staring with wide eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed, one hand reaching out hesitantly toward Kurt's bare chest. He's a little afraid to touch, afraid of pulling Kurt out of his little sphere of pleasure. "Tell me, Kurt. Tell me what you need. Oh my god, you are so, so hot."

As best he can, Kurt rocks down against the plug, hearing it whir inside and gasping whenever the angle is turned just right, brushing up to his prostate. With a loud moan, Kurt keeps his gaze focused on Blaine, working himself up even further as he brushes his hands down his front, but keeps his hands carefully away from the jut of his cock, wanting to be fully on display for Blaine. He can feel himself throbbing almost in rhythm, the tip of his cock bumping against his abdomen, and he whines with the need of Blaine, one hand reaching out and making a slight grabbing motion.

"Need your kiss," Kurt breathes, voice breaking halfway through. The toy is different than things are with Blaine, its attention indiscriminate and constant, almost overwhelming. "Need to kiss you, Blaine please."

And he knows that he can't hold on for too much longer, the pressure building near the base of his spine as he sobs into the air, thighs pulling tight as he stares intently at Blaine's lips, needing them and needing them now.

Kurt is getting close, Blaine can tell, his voice shaky and rough in the delicious way Blaine knows so, so well. A part of him is almost jealous that Kurt can handle this on his own, that it can feel so good without any input from Blaine whatsoever.

But, really, that's overwhelmingly overshadowed by how outrageously hot Kurt is. He can't stop staring, his gaze locked on Kurt's face before wandering down yet again to focus on the dark red of his cock, so hard, so hard. Now that he's closer he can hear the gentle motorized sound and, after a moment, he realizes what it is, and he has to physically hold back a moan. He's torn for a second, wanting to give Kurt just exactly what he's asking for, but also wanting to spread Kurt's legs wide and see. He can imagine what it looks like, Kurt's hole stretched around the object inside him, wet with lube and stuffed so, so full.

"Oh god," he murmurs, unable to hold it back this time.

Quickly, before he can change his mind, Blaine leans over to press his lips to Kurt's, one hand cupped against his cheek as he licks into Kurt's mouth, swallowing every moan as well as he can, trembling now with his own raging arousal.

As soon as their lips make contact, Kurt surges up to meet Blaine's mouth, searching and tongues warring as he moans further, enjoying the way the sound muffles against Blaine's tongue. Gasping and pressing further, Kurt does his best to sweep his tongue deeply inside Blaine's mouth, tracing along the roof as he groans, almost aggressive, hands weaving through Blaine's hair and pulling him closer as his thighs shake, that thread of desire winding tighter and tighter inside him, so close to snapping entirely.

"Hnn," Kurt whines against Blaine's mouth, one hand brushing down further against Blaine's back and tugging at the shirt, nails raking harshly down the line of his spine, wanting to practically consume Blaine through touch alone.

But, god, it's too much.

All it takes is a moan of Blaine's to send Kurt over the edge, pulling back and letting out a cry of surprise as he starts to come, his entire body going tight and feeling impossibly, impossibly hot, hips rocking and body shaking as his come streaks hot over his abdomen. Even as he starts to come down from his high, the plug in Kurt's ass keeps going, causing him to cry out a few times further still, cock angry and red in the wake of all that pleasure.

Kurt is shaking beneath him, the thing inside him buzzing steadily as Kurt kisses him, all teeth and tongue and heated breath. It's all Blaine can do to hold his own weight up on one arm, overheated and trembling as he moans into Kurt's mouth. The kiss breaks only long enough for him to catch his breath, his eyes wide as they share air and Kurt's are so, so dark, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed a deep pink.

"Oh, Jesus," he whispers, the last syllable muffled against Kurt's lips as he dives in for another kiss, whimpering as Kurt nearly snaps beneath him, crying out through his orgasm.

Still shaking a little, Blaine pulls away enough to glance down, watching as Kurt comes across his stomach and chest, god, untouched. It's possibly the single hottest thing Blaine's ever seen in his life, thick strings of come pooling and drizzling down the planes of muscle, his cock still so hard and red, drops clinging to the tip. Shoving himself up further, Blaine reaches a tentative hand out to touch, barely grazing the flared tip, just enough to collect a drop and bringing it to his lips.

Lazily, Kurt blinks his eyes open, keeping them fixed on Blaine's expression, curious and dark as Blaine swipes a finger over Kurt's oversensitive dick. His gasp soon fades into a slow, constant moan, the plug inside him still buzzing and too much, suddenly too much, as Kurt reaches down helplessly to try and tug at it through his aftershocks. "Fuck," he whines, eyes squeezing shut again before he spreads his legs apart, raising his hips just so and tilting as much as he can in Blaine's direction.

"Blaine, help me," gasps Kurt, groaning as he reaches back at his pillow. "Can you, could — oh god, please, it's too much."

Panting, Kurt shakes his head vigorously and his breath shudders, every last drop of come seeming to slip out of his cock and down the shaft, until he feels like he's about to shudder out of his skin. "I just thought — I wanted to know what the appeal was of using, oh fuck."

Kurt's gasp catches his attention and, for a second, he feels like he's been caught in the act of something dirty, his finger still in his mouth as Kurt continues writhing, vibrator still buzzing softly inside him.

Still, he doesn't hesitate when Kurt asks him for help, quickly shifting on the bed to get a better angle, one leg tucked between himself and Kurt as he reaches down past Kurt's wet cock and swollen balls to find the base of-- oh god, it's not a vibrator, but a plug.

Suddenly lightheaded all over again, Blaine has to take a moment to breathe before finding the little button on the base to turn it off. Then, pinching the rubber between thumb and forefinger, he gently tugs, Kurt's body clinging stubbornly at first until Blaine twists his wrist a little and eases it free. It's not too big, but purple and shiny with lube, and Kurt stares at it for a moment before turning his head to look back at Kurt's face again.

"Jesus, Kurt," he breathes, his free hand smoothing over Kurt's inner thigh and up over his hip. "I know you just came, but oh my god, I really want to fuck you right now."

There's an immediate sense of loss and relief when Blaine pulls the plug out, Kurt letting out a loud moan as he sinks further back into the bed, letting it support his weight as he tilts his head back to find the best spot in the pillow. He sneaks a look at Blaine every couple of seconds, afraid of Blaine's reaction to him having spent the afternoon playing with toys, but Blaine seems interested, enthralled even, and Kurt can't help the small smile on his lips when he feels Blaine's hand brushing over his leg.

It's nice to know that he can turn his boyfriend on, even all on his own.

But he also knows that he's not quite ready for a second round, not yet, so he pushes back onto his elbows in an effort to figure out exactly how to pace both of them enough for the sex to be enjoyable. (Because the fact that sex is going to happen is, well, inevitable. That much, Kurt knows.)

"Well, I'm all prepped for you," he says quietly, voice low as he stares at Blaine, at the slight slack of his jaw indicating how much he wants Kurt, and Kurt suddenly feels so powerful. "So... why don't you do me a favor and give me a striptease? Get my blood running again, Blaine. Want to see you, right down to the flush of that pretty cock."

Despite Kurt's somewhat vulnerable position -- still bare from head to toe, stretched out and used while Blaine is still fully dressed, sitting above him -- there's no denying who's in charge. Blaine is achingingly hard in his jeans, his entire body buzzing with the need to pull Kurt against him and take. But he loves that Kurt wants to take his time and, further, knows they need it. That Kurt needs it.

With a stilted sort of nod, Blaine gets to his feet, still trembling a little as he carefully sets the plug on the nightstand. They can clean it later; for now, he has other things to focus on.

He's never really given Kurt a striptease before, not in the way he's asking. He's taken his clothes off slowly, but never with any kind of sexy air about it and, well, usually Kurt joins in fairly early to help him out. So he can't help feeling a little awkward as he turns to face Kurt, gaze once again raking over Kurt's body as he runs a hand over his chest, sliding it down, down to untuck his shirt from his jeans.

Quickly reaching for a cloth on their nightstand, Kurt does his best to mop the come off his body, not wanting his skin to be too tacky when Blaine finally closes the distance at last. But all the while, he doesn't let his gaze wander away from the sight of Blaine straddling his legs, a hand brushing down the center of his chest as he starts to slowly remove his clothing, and soon Kurt's movements slow and his eyes fall to half-mast as he watches Blaine, breath stuttering. Easing himself up from the mattress, Kurt crawls forward, one hand chasing after the progress of Blaine's own as he leans in for a kiss, slow and indulgent.

Maybe asking for a striptease is too much; Kurt can't seem to keep his hands away.

"Slow down," Kurt murmurs quietly, voice hoarse against Blaine's ear. "Make me beg to see more of you. Do you know how much you turn me on, Blaine?" He drops a kiss to the side of Blaine's neck, sucking lightly at the skin. "Want you to go slow until we're both so fucking desperate for each other. 'til I'm begging you to put your cock in me and fuck me hard. You want that, don't you?"

Dropping another kiss under Blaine's chin, Kurt settles back again, eyes dark and blown as he gazes at Blaine once more. "You're gorgeous, Blaine."

Kurt's kiss is more than a little distracting, Blaine immediately melting into it, his hands coming up to rest on Kurt's bare shoulders, sticky with sweat and so, so warm. He moans into the press of mouth on mouth, shuddering a little when Kurt pulls back far too soon, leaving him standing awkwardly once more.

His hands fall back to the bottom hem of his shirt, hesitating when Kurt tells him to slow down, eyes rolling back a little at the warm brush of air against his ear. "I'm already there," he whines, head tipping back as Kurt's lips slide lower. He whines again, can't help, already feeling too warm all over and then gasping softly when Kurt pulls away once more to settle against the mattress.

"God, Kurt," he groans, reaching up to unbutton the top two buttons of his polo. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now." It's a dumb statement, maybe, given the way his cock is straining in his jeans. Swallowing again, he steps back to toe out of his shoes and then awkwardly tugs at his shirt again, lifting it up to reveal his bare belly. "How long were you playing with that before I got here?"

"Hours," Kurt breathes, the sound of Blaine's desperation already coiling how and low in his belly as he pushes up again, too impatient, too concerned with Blaine's slight discomfort as he steps out of his shoes and socks. Either he's too self-conscious, or he's too turned on, and Kurt knows the best way to counter both, settling on his knees and reaching out with his hands to hook them in the loops of Blaine's pants and tugging, hard.

"I know, I know I should have waited for you, but... I was afraid that I wasn't going to like it, or that it'd be a disaster, and I didn't want you to see me like that," Kurt murmurs, moaning as he leans down, nosing at the curve of Blaine's belly and inhaling deeply, tilting his head forward to bite against the softer skin, tongue licking along the strip of coarse hair. Meanwhile, his hands continue to push down Blaine's pants, shoving them down over Blaine's hips until the head of his cock is exposed, leaking and red. "So I prepped myself, and it took a long time, but god, when I finally took it in... wanted you there with me so much, Blaine. Not as good without you. Never as good without you."

By the time he glances up again, his eyes are dark once more, his entire body thrumming with a quick pulse as he leans forward, pressing his lips to the tip of Blaine's cock, inquisitive.

"So... you wanna fuck me, Blaine?"

He's not expecting the tug and he stumbles forward until he's pressed almost flush against Kurt, his knees bumping the edge of the bed and shirt half tangled around his shoulders. Struggling the rest of the way out of his shirt, Blaine lets it drop to the floor before lowering his hands to Kurt's bare shoulders, so much smooth, warm skin to touch as his hips buck forward.

"No, no, it's-- You didn't have to wait. I'm glad--" His breath catches as Kurt's teeth scrape at the soft skin of his stomach, his muscles clenching and cock twitching as he struggles to not roll his hips again, nails digging into Kurt's shoulder blade. "Fuck," he breathes, dizzy with arousal as he lists forward again, mind whirling with the mental image of Kurt preparing himself, teasing himself with that plug, pushing it in and turning it on. God.

And Kurt's tugging Blaine's jeans and underwear down, denim and cotton gathering as his dick is released, cool air kissing too-hot skin and making him gasp all over again.

The press of Kurt's lips to the flared tip makes him jerk, fingers clenching as lets out a breathy whine. "Kurt, I'm-- God, you drive me crazy. I want-- I want inside you. I wanna spread you wide and fuck you, fuck you so, so hard. Wanna make you come again. Because of me this time. Because you want me."

Kurt moans under the heated weight of Blaine's words, pressing his lips slightly harder against the slick, smooth skin of Blaine's cock and humming at the taste before he pulls back, maybe a little too fast, a little too soon for Blaine, but Kurt's in the mood to tease if it gets Blaine as riled up as this. With his fingers digging into the generous curve of Blaine's ass, Kurt draws himself up again, until they're eye level with one another, leaning forward to bite sharply at Blaine's lower lip, full and plush.

"You're not glad, are you?" breathes Kurt, voice coaxing and challenging at once. "You're not glad that I was so, so turned on and you weren't even here." Panting already, Kurt nuzzles against Blaine's cheek, breathing harshly against the curve. "You want to be the one who turns me on. The only one who turns me on. You want to make sure that you turn me on more than a silly toy, don't you? God, Blaine, if you only knew."

He presses his hips forward, gasping at the feel of Blaine's cock caught between their bodies, and grinning already at the throb he feels against his skin.

"So take me. Fuck me, Blaine, please. Show me that you're the one who turns me on most. Make me come," whispers Kurt, sucking at the underside of Blaine's chin. "Hold me down and make me scream, Blaine."

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Kurt isn't quite sucking him, only mouthing wide, wet kisses against over-heated flesh, but even that ends far too quickly, his body lurching forward at the sudden loss before Kurt's hands grab at his ass and haul him in, biting harshly at his bottom lip as Blaine trembles against him. His head rolls back as Kurt nuzzles at his jaw and neck, his hands falling to Kurt's arms, sliding up to grab his biceps as his hips roll forward.

He wants to argue, wants to make it clear that Kurt turning himself on with toys is still mindbendingly hot. He wants to, but he can't because Kurt isn't entirely wrong. He does want that. He always wants to be the one, the only one who can make Kurt moan like that, who can make Kurt want. And if Kurt can please himself so wholly with just a toy, what purpose does he serve?

Another gasp gets stuck in his throat as Kurt yanks him closer, Blaine's cock hard against Kurt's flat stomach, already leaking steadily, smearing his skin.

"Fuck, Kurt. Kurt," he whines, sucking in a sharp breath before something in him just snaps, his hands lifting from Kurt's arms to cup his face, forcing him into a kiss, harsh and demanding, his tongue immediately seeking entrance. It's deep, but quick, Blaine panting roughly as he pulls back enough to shove Kurt back onto the bed, bending enough to push his jeans and underwear off before crawling atop him, grabbing at Kurt's wrists as he settles over him.

"Like this?" he asks, voice low and rough, knees pushing Kurt's thighs further apart. "This what you want, baby? You want me to hold you down so you can't move? Want me to just take you? Fuck inside and take what I want?"

A hard, searching kiss is all that it takes for Kurt to relax at once, pliant and practically melting against Blaine's body as he's pushed back onto the bed, letting himself fall with a bounce. Even though Kurt loves to be in control, there's no denying the fact that he finds Blaine unbearably hot like this, commanding and sure. Already, he can feel his cock stirring with interest, half hard as he sinks against the mattress, muscles quickly tensing again when he feels Blaine wrap his hands around his wrists and holding them in place.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, back arching as he gingerly tests Blaine's hold, finding it tighter than he expected. "God, yes, Blaine, yes please, please."

His voice is thin, stretched as he pleads with Blaine, faster and harder than he has in quite some time. After everything that they've seen on the island, sometimes all that Kurt wants is a bit of surety, and he loves it when it comes like this, between their bodies, incapable of lies, even those meant just to spare one another's feelings. Whining, Kurt spreads his legs even further apart, still somewhat wet from all the lube he used on himself earlier, although a part of him realizes that there's no way Blaine will glide in quite as easily as usual.

But that's okay.

Maybe Kurt doesn't care.

He just wants.

"Take me," he breathes, a constant moan on his throat. "Please, baby, take me, fuck me, make me yours. Want you, Blaine, please, oh please."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Blaine knows he should slow down a little. He should take the time to make sure Kurt is really okay with this, make sure he's really as wet and prepped as he needs to be to take Blaine easily. But Kurt is begging him, begging him, and all Blaine can do is hold him down and bite at his throat, ducking lower to kiss along his collarbone and upper chest, Kurt's legs spreading wider and pulling him in, welcoming him.

"You feel how hard you make me?" he growls, rolling his hips harshly, Kurt's cock now half-hard as Blaine's teeth find the tiny nub of Kurt's nipple. "God, always, Kurt. Just you. Make me so hot for you. Crazy with it."

With a deep groan, Blaine roughly pushes himself up then, setting on his knees, Kurt's legs still spread wide and hips arched. Settling his hands on Kurt's inner thighs, he spreads him further, breath catching at the reddened stretch of Kurt's hole, still glistening with lube and so, so inviting. It might still be too soon, but Kurt's thickening cock is a good sign and Blaine takes himself in hand and leans forward a little, just enough to drag the tip of his dick along the soft skin behind Kurt's balls, downward over his entrance, pre-come making him wetter yet as he shudders.

Everything spills over in Kurt's senses, far too much to process in the small amount of time they've been given. He feels Blaine's breath brushing hot over his neck, then his teeth sharp against his throat; he feels Blaine rutting against the crease of his ass, then the heated brush of a tongue around his nipple, and it's all enough that Kurt cries out, loud and desperate and keening, his cock hardening further still. All Kurt wants to do is beg for more, reach for more, sobbing as his entire body shakes and rocks with the need of Blaine, and Kurt only whimpers further when he takes a deep breath and is able to smell the scent of Blaine on him, slightly salty and so, so familiar.

"I'm hard too," he admits in a murmur, and it doesn't feel so much like a concession as it does like returning home, Kurt hiking a leg to drape it around Blaine's waist and trembling as Blaine's cock lines up by his hole, drags down along sensitive skin, slowly enough that Kurt lets out a hiss.

"Oh god, please, please please please," Kurt whispers, entire body arching off the bed and hands squeezing tight, even as they're still pinned down by Blaine's hand. He just wants to feel it, wants to be full, wants Blaine to rock into him time and time again until they're both crying out with release. More than anything, he wants Blaine to own him, never letting go.

Every whisper, ever quiet, aching plea seems to go straight to Blaine's cock, his muscles trembling as he nudges against Kurt's hole, pushing in just a little and then out again, staring with wide, dark eyes. Only minutes ago, that plug had been inside him, had been stretching and filling him, vibrating Kurt to completion. For a moment, Blaine's not sure he can be surpass that, not sure he'll ever be as good as what Kurt can get from a machine.

But it'd still been Blaine Kurt had been begging for when he walked in, he reminds himself. And he'd asked for Blaine's kisses, had come almost the instant their lips met.

"You are the hottest thing I've ever-- ever seen in my--" he murmurs then, one hand spread wide across Kurt's pelvis, breath and words stuttering as he slides in deep. It's not as smooth-going as he'd hoped, Kurt stretched but not as slick as normal, and Blaine pauses partway in, shuddering as his head falls forward. "Oh, fuck," he breathes, holding his weight on one hand, the other moving to grab Kurt's leg as he slides in further still. "Fuck, fuck, you feel so good. So hot. Fuck, please, please never let me stop fucking you. Please."

Even though Kurt had spent a long time preparing himself earlier for the plug, the lack of lube now quickly becomes apparent in the burn and halting slide of Blaine's cock as he penetrates, drawing a hiss from Kurt's teeth as he arches. But there's something about the pain that's inexplicably delicious, drawing away from the oversensitivity as Kurt immediately drives his heel against the small of Blaine's back, grinding and urging him closer and closer still.

Words feel far beyond him now, Kurt's lips parting and pressing shut with only gasps in between, his entire body still stretched flat and long over the mattress, hands gripping at the headboard of their bed even after Blaine lets go. There's something about holding part of him back that makes this all the better; he feels owned by Blaine, and so safe for it, whining as Blaine drives deeper and deeper and the two of them seem separated by nothing at all.

When Kurt finally manages to find his voice at last, it's still Blaine's name on his lips, first in a soft murmur that quickly grows louder, punctuated by sharp cries.

"Oh god, Blaine, ah— ahh— Blaine, fuck, yes."

"Kurt," Blaine whines, thrusting forward until he's buried deep, one arm holding his weight, the other reaching down to grab at Kurt's ass, pulling him close as he grinds forward. "God, I'm already-- Already so close."

Shutting his eyes tight, Blaine buries his face in the curve of Kurt's neck, breathes in the heavy scent of sweat and sex that lingers there. Kurt is tight all around him, too dry for this to be comfortable probably, but he won't stop moaning, won't stop rolling his hips back against Blaine and begging.

With another low, aching growl, Blaine moves his hand from Kurt's backside to his the back of his head, fingers curling in sweat-damp hair and tugging, forcing Kurt's face to his own and stealing his mouth in a rough, desperate kiss. His hips won't stop moving, every thrust ragged and off rhythm, muscles burning as the coil of want low in his spine winds tighter and tighter. He breaks the kiss on a rough pant, mouth open against Kurt's as his voice slips higher. "Fuck, I can't-- I can't, baby. I'm gonna come. Oh god, you're gonna make me come."

There's a thrill that comes from Blaine being as desperate as he is, voice keening, body stuttering, voice keening. Kurt relishes it, the knowledge that he's pleasing Blaine, that he turns Blaine on and causes his blood to race, and his lips turn in a distracted smile as Blaine thrusts deeper, the dryness causing a sharp spark of pain that only makes the need clearer, bright and coiled tight in his belly. Kurt reaches around Blaine's shoulders, nails dragging along Blaine's back as he continues to roll his hips against Blaine's movement, whimpering with increasing volume as he shudders under Blaine's touch.

He's closer than he should be, every nerve in his body feeling molten, lit on fire.

When Blaine captures his lips in another desperate kiss, Kurt finds his voice keening, surging up to meet the fervor as his tongue slips between Blaine's full lips, tasting him, feeling the growl from his throat. "God," he breathes when Blaine pulls back at last, practically sobbing through a shudder, and he's close, so close, the deeper of Blaine's thrusts brushing up against him inside perfectly. "Fuck, Blaine, a little— a little deeper, you're almost— oh god, Blaine."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt desperately raises his hips to meet Blaine's, the slap of skin sharp through the quiet.

With a low growl, practically a snarl, Blaine shoves forward, fucking in as deep as he can as he reaches up to grab Kurt's right hand from the headboard, fingers twining tightly as he holds it down against the mattress, using him as leverage to get just the right angle. Every muscle in his body is aching and sweat is breaking out all over his skin, sliding down the sides of his face as he pants and grunts and slams forward.

"You are so hot," he murmurs, his rhythm totally shot, words punctuated with every thrust and grind. "So beautiful, FUCK!"

It's all he can do to hang on then, but he does, for a few more seconds, his head hanging low between his shoulders as he slams in once, twice, three times. His mouth falls open when he feels his orgasm nearing and he can't keep his eyes open when it hits, his whole body shuddering as it rocks through him, his cock pulsing and spilling deep inside Kurt.

Increasingly, Kurt feels Blaine's aggression course through his very being, his tone harsh and eyes dark as Blaine grasps at Kurt's body, squeezing tight around Kurt's hand and pressing it back against the bed. With a whine, Kurt arches up against Blaine's body, their rhythms unmatched and forcing sharp gasps through Kurt's lips. This isn't the same slow, indulgent climax that Kurt enjoyed minutes ago— this climb is sharp, sudden, and Kurt whimpers and turns his head into the pillow in submission.

Loving every moment of Blaine's control.

He doesn't say much more, save for the occasional slip of Blaine's name from his lips, his voice increasingly shot and dropped down to a whisper by the time Blaine slams into him thrice and comes. Kurt only manages to keep his eyes open for a second, catching the flutter of Blaine's lashes down to his cheeks before his own body seizes, reaching that rare moment where they crash together, Kurt's come streaking hot over his chest with a few jolts of his hips.

His mouth is wet and open against Kurt's neck as he starts to come to, heart still hammering and hips stilling, nestled deep in the clench of Kurt's body. He's still blinking back stars when he finally manages to lift his head, his whole body buzzing with aftershocks, the pleasant haze of bone-deep satisfaction.

It takes him another moment yet to realize he still has a tight grip on Kurt's hand, that he's still holding him down, that Kurt submitted to him completely, that he came with Blaine wild and aggressive.

He remembers the first time they'd done something similar, how shocked and horrified he'd been with himself and, even now, he finds it a little unsettling. But there's something comforting about it too, in knowing that Kurt likes him like this, that he gets off on it. That he isn't scared or uncomfortable or unsettled. That Kurt can see the darker sides of him and still want him is unbelievably gratifying.

Blaine doesn't realize he's smiling right away until he feels a laugh crack free of his chest and he quickly muffles it against Kurt's upper chest, shoulders shaking.

Laughter is good, laughter from Blaine is always good, the quickest way to raise Kurt's mood as he blinks his eyes open and takes a deep breath, fondly threading his fingers through Blaine's damp hair and pressing a kiss to Blaine's forehead. He feels sore all over, some of his muscles already burning and straining from the effort, and Kurt runs a hand down his thigh to try and work out some of the tension as his head falls back on the pillow, exhausted.

"Yes, yes, laugh at my pain, because there's no way I'll be able to get around tomorrow without hobbling," sighs Kurt, brushing the back of one hand over his forehead to wipe away the sweat. "It's a good thing that I have a scathing enough gaze that I'll probably be able to keep the students in line. And that there's really no way for anyone to get me fired on this island, particularly because none of us are getting paid anyway."

Kurt yawns, rocking his hips slightly in the process as he stretches, then hissing at the way Blaine sinks deep inside him again, his cock still slightly hard.

"Mmm, I'm so thoroughly fucked," murmurs Kurt, closing his eyes as he turns his head to the side, one hand grazing lightly down his chest.

Blaine's laughter melts into a gasp and a groan as Kurt stretches beneath him, the shift of his body making muscles squeeze tight around Blaine's slowly softening cock. It's intense, more intense than he'd imagined, and his hips buck forward just a little before, trembling, he slides back to sleep free.

Pushing himself up on wobbly arms, Blaine brushes a kiss over Kurt's chest, his nose bumping Kurt's fingers in the process before he rolls over and collapses onto his back at Kurt's side.

"Oh my god, that was incredible," he groans, shivering a little as cool air washes over his over-heated skin. He's still damp with sweat and a little bit of lube, with his come and Kurt's. But it feels amazing. Amazing. Turning his head a little, he smiles wide over at Kurt. "You are incredible. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"The fact that you're saying this after some phenomenal sex makes me wonder if I should be concerned for what you think of me when we're not making love," Kurt breathes, reaching out for the same strip of cloth to wipe himself relatively clean again, even though the come he feels slipping along the crease of his ass suggests that the effort is a wasted one. Tossing the cloth away and turning onto his side, he shifts over on the bed until he's able to wrap his arm around Blaine's waist, tugging him back again.

It's hours before they have to turn in, but Kurt finds that he doesn't mind lounging in drowsiness for a while. Sleeping by Blaine's side is one of his greatest pleasures, allowing him to enjoy the steady, slow rise and fall of Blaine's breath.

"I love you," he murmurs once he's nestled just in the way that he likes, their foreheads just close enough to touch and a hand brushing up Blaine's chest and smoothing over the space between neck and shoulder.

"I always think you're incredible," Blaine insists, shifting closer as Kurt rolls onto his side. His own hand rests on Kurt's hips, pelvic bone settling perfectly in Blaine's palm as he slips a foot between Kurt's calves, tangling.

They're both still sticky with come, Kurt more so than Blaine and, if Blaine is completely honest, he loves it. There's something delightfully dirty about being covered in each other, naked and spent, smelling of each other in the best, most enticing way.

With another soft groan, Blaine ducks his head into the curve of Kurt's neck, pressing a kiss to sweat-damp skin as his hand smooths up over Kurt's side and then back down again. "You're incredible and I'm the luckiest guy on the planet and that's only partially because of the phenomenal sex. You are perfect, Kurt. Perfect for me."

Although the praise is a bit inflated, Kurt finds himself hard-pressed to argue when he's wrapped up with Blaine like this, when he has that ring on his finger proving that the two of them are going to be linked for a long, long time to come. He feels a little filthy, coming down from his high, but he knows that Blaine would never hold that against him, even loves the feel and the scent, so Kurt settles in and simply relishes the feel of Blaine's hand traveling down his side.

"Perfect isn't the word I'd use," Kurt says honestly, sighing as he stretches on the mattress, one arm slung over Blaine's waist. "But if that's how you see me, you'd better be seeing that forever. Keep those rose-tinted glasses on. They remind me of how good a catch you are, even though it took a bit of mortification before we finally found each other."

"Perfectly imperfect," Blaine murmurs then, shifting to cradle the side of his face against his own arm as his fingers gently glide through Kurt's sweat-damp hair. His other hand continues up Kurt's side to smooth over his elbow and up his biceps, squeezing faintly before sliding downward again, relishing every inch of Kurt's smooth, gorgeous skin.

And he remembers uttering those words once before. It hurts only a little bit now that Kurt doesn't remember, that Kurt never lived that, but considering where they are now, considering the gold band encircling his finger, he really can't be too upset. They've made their own memories here.

"My glasses aren't rose-tinted," he says, amused as he leans in to press a light kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose. "My glasses are clear and unblemished by color or scratch. I see you exactly as you are, the bad with the good. And I am utterly, profoundly, unmistakably in love with you. And always will be."

Were Kurt more prone to protesting, maybe he would. Just for the sake of it. Just because he's not sure what else to do with the emotions suddenly spilling over in his chest at all that Blaine says. He licks his lips instead, biting back the lump in his throat and shifting on the bed, forward, until he's able to tangle his limbs completely with Blaine, burying his nose deeply against Blaine's neck and breathing, comforted by the scent.

He loves Blaine so much, impossibly much, and the sentiment wraps around Kurt's chest like a warm embrace. It's a wonder that Blaine's still able to astound him further every day.

"I love you too. And I'm always, always going to be yours," he breathes in reply, his words not quite as eloquent as Blaine's for once— just because his heart keeps on tripping, gloriously happy and overwhelmed all at once.

It's not often that Blaine's capable of reducing Kurt to near speechlessness. Those rare moments it happens, he swells a little with smug satisfaction and a little bit of pride. It's a strange sort of accomplishment, maybe, but the way Kurt looks at him in moments like these, wide-eyed and head-over-heels and like everything Blaine's ever wanted.

Grinning, Blaine leans in to press a kiss to Kurt's lips, lingering as he smooths a thumb across his cheek, letting it drag slowly down the dip of his chin.

"Always," he whispers in agreement. And it feels like the best word he's ever spoken.

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