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lilac trees in the heart of town

For all that Kurt knows the dangers of golden age syndrome, he still feels after all these years that there is no greater ideal of romance than what classic Hollywood put forth decades ago. Flowers and music, the twining of fingers, one raised to brush down the line of a lover's jaw. A Vespa ride through Rome, a boating ride into the sea, a misty embrace next to a departing train.

It might be an example of reaching too far and too high. After all, real life isn't always like the movies. At least, it doesn't end when the movies do.

But that doesn't mean Kurt won't keep trying to attain those small moments of perfection, fleeting but enough.

He's carefully made his plans for Blaine's birthday, a top hat jauntily placed on his head and a neat suit on his shoulders, nice enough that he carefully wipes down the fence right outside of Blaine's apartment window before leaning back against it. He's here, right when Blaine should be getting up and going about his morning routine, a large bouquet of red roses in hand.

Just red roses, this time.

Tipping his hat down over his brow, Kurt glances shyly over his shoulder, at the window with its blinds still shut. It's chilly, but that'll only help his voice more.

"I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high, knowing I'm on the street where you live," he starts, voice clear and lower than usual as he pushes off the fence and steps across the sidewalk. "Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live."

As he hoped, a few other residents of the building are also awake at this hour, curiously peeking their heads out down at the street. The sight of a little girl tilting her head curiously brings a smile to Kurt's face, and he waves.

"And oh, the towering feeling, just to know somehow you are near," he sings, an ache settling in his chest as he reaches out with a hand, wrapping it around a bar of the fence, shivering at the touch. "The overpowering feeling that any second, you may suddenly appear."

He spots movement by the window, pushing onto his toes curiously.

"People stop and stare, they don't bother me, for there's nowhere else that I would rather be," Kurt sings, building excitement as he presses his bouquet close to his chest. "Let the time go by, I won't care if I can be here on the street where you live."

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There's something heady about watching Blaine's body work over Kurt's lap, even though it's only his fingers for now. From this position, Blaine's completely bare and available to watch, everything from the shift in his expressions to the strain of his muscles, everything bared and desperate, more so than he appears in any other position. It leaves Kurt with a heady feeling, his pulse heavy in his ears as he continues to piston his fingers up into Blaine's body, further and further, his own cock throbbing almost painfully for want of friction, and by the time Blaine's ready for a third, Kurt growls.

"Turn over," he says, breathing harshly already, his eyes determined. "I want you on your knees, Blaine, you can't blame me for getting ideas when you talk like that."

Not fully waiting for Blaine to reposition himself, Kurt sits up, nudging Blaine's leg. The movement forces him to slip out of Blaine's ass for the time being, but he doesn't plan on leaving Blaine that way for long.

"Tongue and fingers, we can do both," he breathes in explanation, groaning at the thought.

The firm, authoritative tone of Kurt's voice has Blaine nearly trembling, arousal rushing hot down his spine, back arching at the force of it as he lets out a rough breath. "Jesus, okay," he whispers, quickly crawling off of Kurt to let him slide free. The knees and elbows bump in the process of rearranging and Blaine whimpers slightly at the faint touches before he folds himself forward, knees and forearms pressed into the mattress, ass and hips in the air and legs spread wide.

"Like this?" he asks, glancing at Kurt over his shoulder. He feels deliciously exposed like this, every nerve in his body shuddering with anticipation, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, throbbing with want.

Needing some kind of friction, he shifts to reach down with one hand, weight resting mostly on his shoulder as he takes himself in hand, cheek pressed into the pillow. "God, please, Kurt. Put your-- put your tongue in me." Though he hopes that won't be all Kurt puts inside him be the time they're through. "Please. I want your mouth. I want to feel you."

Spotting the movement of Blaine's hand over to the heavy weight of his dick, Kurt briefly hugs Blaine from behind, letting their bodies line flush as he whispers against Blaine's ear. "If you make yourself come before I have a chance to fuck you, there will be consequences," he says roughly, tracing dry fingers down the line of Blaine's spine for a bit of playful emphasis. The consequences would only be, of course, keeping Blaine in bed until he's ready for a second orgasm.

But the point is simply to drive the thought into Blaine's head first, before he lets himself go too much.

Kissing a line down Blaine's spine, Kurt lets a small sigh pass through his lips when he finally arrives at the curve of Blaine's ass, both hands reaching forward to knead at the roundness, pushing Blaine's buttocks together before spreading him. His eyes are fixed on Blaine's entrance, already slightly teased and rosy around the rim, and Kurt lifts a couple of fingers to keep it spread for him before quickly leaning in and pistoning his tongue in deep, as far as he can go, letting out a small moan. The taste of lube isn't the most enjoyable, but the heat of Blaine is enough to spur Kurt on, curling the tip of his tongue inside Blaine and seeking out as much of a response as Blaine's able to give him.

"Oh, Jesus," Blaine groans, a shudder rocking straight down his spine at the tone of Kurt's voice, the demanding, amazingly hot words, his body a brief wall of heat again Blaine's back. Despite how much he aches, he lets go of himself, instead grabbing at the sheets beneath him, gripping them tight as Kurt pulls away, lips a hot trail down the center of his back.

And then Kurt's spreading him, pushing his cheeks apart, exposing him in a way that makes Blaine's face and stomach both flood with warmth. He can't help but whine, every nerve already drawn tight, the clench of his muscles making him shake even before Kurt's tongue touches his skin. And when it does, he actually shouts, punching at the mattress with one balled-up fist as it melts into a low groan.

"Oh my god, oh god, Kurt," he moans, arching back gently, wanting more already, greedy for it. "I can't-- how do you this every time? So good... so fucking good every time. Please don't stop. Please, please. Please."

Getting Blaine in this position always feels slightly different than any of the others. Even though it leaves Blaine exposed and vulnerable, at the same time, there's no space for the soft meet of their gazes, no room for a kiss. It's all about sensation, about driving one another to the edge even without the soft adoration that they're used to from one another. Kurt's hands grip Blaine's thighs tightly as he continues to lick into Blaine's entrance, softly moaning when the taste of him, heady and deep, finally emerges over the slick of lube.

Once he's worked out a comfortable angle, Kurt leans all of his weight onto an elbow, reaching out with the other to take Blaine in his hand, giving him a couple of even, tight strokes of his palm.

But as much as he enjoys teasing Blaine, the pressure in his own cock is building up too much for Kurt to remain patient. He leans back, slapping playfully across Blaine's ass before climbing partially underneath Blaine's body, hand tracing down his chest.

"Think you're ready to ride me?" he asks, breath short and labored, eyes dark and blown with want.

Blaine's whole body jolts when Kurt touches him, firm hand wrapping around his length, stroking in counterpoint to the delicious, slick jabs of his tongue. His whole body is shaking now, desperately trying to hold onto to the sensations coursing through him, making his toes curl and his back arch with every touch.

A sharp, but playful slap to his ass makes him gasp and then growl happily as he quickly pushes himself upward, not even needing Kurt to finish before he's grabbing Kurt by the shoulders and essentially tackling him to the mattress. Swinging one leg over his middle, Blaine settles atop him, hips tilted to grind back against him, Kurt's hard cock sliding between his rounded cheeks, teasing himself and Kurt both.

"Does this answer your question?" he asks, grinning, both hands pressed to Kurt's chest to hold him down. He feels positively indulgent like this and Kurt's not even in him yet. And Kurt looks... god, just sinful. His eyes are nearly blown black, chest flushed with arousal, and Blaine can easily feel how turned on he is with every swivel of his hips. Leaning down, he bring his lips close to Kurt's, just breathing against him, his cock rubbing against Kurt's lower belly. "Want your cock in me," he whispers, dark and promising. "Want you to split me open and fill me up. Wanna ride you so hard I'll be feeling you for a week."

Kurt thinks that the inability of his hands to decide where to touch is probably evidence enough that Blaine has him good; he reaches helplessly, fingers raking down the center of Blaine's back, wrapping around his waist, kneading into the roundness of Blaine's ass, constantly searching without a real idea of what he's looking for other than more, more. He whimpers when he feels the drag of Blaine's cock against his belly, gasps at the press of Blaine's ass to his erection, and it isn't long before Kurt's surging up against the hands on his chest to give Blaine a long, searching kiss, before he reaches with some difficulty to give Blaine's ass another smack.

"C'mon, baby," he breathes, his voice coaxing as he positions his hips in place, gaze falling down to where Blaine's holding himself just above Kurt's cock. He reaches out to run his hands down the lines of Blaine's arms, smoothing and warming the skin, before reaching out to his side and grabbing the tube of lubricant and applying it liberally to his cock. He guides himself up as well as he can to Blaine's entrance, breathing harshly and already light-headed with want. "C'mon, I'm so hard for you that it aches, fuck. Blaine, please. Need to fuck you, need to be in you, need to watch you ride my cock, it's been too long."

As though to urge Blaine on, Kurt reaches out in front of him, the slick left over on his palm making it easy to give Blaine a long stroke from base to tip, twisting as he nears the end.

It always takes some adjusting like this, some careful maneuvering on both their parts to get everything lined up properly. But oh god, is it always worth it. Blaine still feels like his entire body is buzzing, staring wide-eyed and hungry as Kurt quickly gets himself slick and ready, his cock a gorgeous and glistening flushed purple. He positions himself accordingly, one hand still settled on Kurt’s chest as he reaches back with the other, helping guide Kurt right where he needs him and then—

“Ahh!” he gasps as Kurt’s hand wraps tight around him, stroking him from base to tip. The sound melts into a low, pleased laugh as he gives Kurt a playfully admonishing look. “Careful. Do that too much and I’m gonna come all over you before you’re even in me.”

It’s not really a complaint though, not at all, and he keeps his eyes locked on Kurt as he slowly lowers himself, mouth falling open in a silent moan as the blunt tip of Kurt’s cock slowly breaches, stretching him open slowly. It burns a little, but no more than usual, really, and he has to pause once the flared head pops past the first ring of muscle, sucking in a shudder of air. “Fuck, you’re big,” he says with a quiet laugh before biting his bottom lip and then sinking down the rest of the way, not stopping until he’s fully seated, Kurt filling him completely. He stays there for a moment, willing his body to relax and adjust as he blindly seeks out one of Kurt’s hands, squeezing tight. “God, I love this,” he breathes, wincing slightly as he clenches his muscles and then rises up slowly, starting a slow, shallow rhythm. “Love—love having you inside. Fuck, it’s so good. You are so, so good.”

"I don't mind if you come all over me," Kurt laughs first, his voice breathy as he spreads a hand over Blaine's thigh, running it warmly up and down before Blaine starts to position himself again against Kurt's cock. He falls silent then, watching determinedly, even as the room seems to fade into a slight haze. The lighting of the room feels fuzzy, pulsing with every beat of his heart, but Kurt knows that it's only because he's so far gone already, all of his senses fixated on Blaine and nothing else.

When Blaine starts to bear down on his cock, Kurt lets out a strangled moan. They don't take this position as often as some of the others, and it takes all the self-restraint to keep from driving himself quickly up and into Blaine's body, tight and hot and impossibly delicious. With a shuddering breath, Kurt reaches out for Blaine's hips, holding so tightly that he's afraid he might end up bruising.

"Maybe I'm not so big; maybe you're just... so, so fucking tight," breathes Kurt, trying to catch his breath even as his limbs tremble from holding back. "God, Blaine. God, you feel so, so good, shit." Biting down harshly on his lower lip, Kurt starts to drive his hips up into Blaine, trying to match his speed, quickly letting go of his lower lip and simply breathing for a few moments, back arching and head pressing back into his pillow.

Kurt’s hands grip Blaine’s hips like a vice, holding him down as he arches up, easily falling into the rhythm Blaine’s started. It feels incredible, the burn and drag of Kurt’s cock inside him, the stretch of his rim around his girth and the deep, full feeling in his belly with every slide down. He tries to keep his eyes open, tries to keep them locked on Kurt’s face, on the flush coloring his chest and neck and face, the flutter of his eyelashes, the shape of his mouth rounded in silent moans.

His own moans melt in with Kurt’s as he lets himself sink into the sensation, one hand falling to Kurt’s wrist, the other reaching back to steady himself on Kurt’s knee as he bends back slightly, shifting the angle inside him. It feels intense this way, more so with the way he’s almost putting himself on display, inviting Kurt to stare at him and use him, loving the weight of Kurt’s hungry gaze on his body more than anything in the world.

“Mmm, please,” he moans after a long few moments, eyes heavy-lidded as he stares down at Kurt. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” His words and tone are starting to get a little more frantic and he starts rocking harder, shoving himself against Kurt’s cock as he slides his hand inward, letting it settle low on his stomach, right above where his own erection is bobbing, aching with the need to be touched, though he holds himself back. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god, never stop fucking me.”

Kurt's breath passes through his teeth in almost a hiss whenever Blaine bears down over his cock, the pressure and pleasure building at the base of his spine as his hips occasionally rock sharply up to sink him further into that perfect heat. "Jesus," he moans, brows knit as he gasps at the end of a thrust, Blaine's entire body reacting to the movement, muscles tensing tight around Kurt's cock and the muscles of his thighs clearly straining as he adjusts to the new position. Kurt's almost sure that Blaine's doing every last thing deliberately, putting himself on greater display with the angle away from Kurt's body, and Kurt wants nothing more than to run his hands over every last inch of Blaine's skin.

Instead, he keeps his hands grasping tight around Blaine's hips, fucking up with greater speed and groaning as he feels himself start to tremble, pulling closer to the edge. "Ah, god, fuck," he gasps, pushing himself up almost to a seated position to drive himself up with greater ease, one hand pushed back to brace against the mattress while the other skates across Blaine's abdomen, tracing lightly the skin there, before a soft palm wraps around Blaine's cock and tries to jerk in time with the movement of their hips. Words feel entirely beyond Kurt as he just lets the instinct of his body take over, thrusting smooth and hard up into Blaine, until he feels like he's going deeper, deeper, making it impossible to distinguish where one of them ends and the other begins.

"S-so close," he manages to squeeze out, eyes shutting tightly for a second before he opens them again, vision slightly blurred as he jerks Blaine with greater speed than before. "Want you to come on me, Blaine, really... wanna feel you."

“Oh god,” Blaine groans as Kurt’s hand wraps around him, his whole body jerking at the touch. Every muscle in his body seems to go tight, making Kurt feel suddenly even bigger inside, impaling him in the best way possible, filling him up. “Oh god… oh my god.”

He feels utterly mindless, and it’s all he can do to hold himself, legs shaking as the pleasure intensifies by the second, Kurt’s hips snapping upward, jolting him with every thrust. The angle is perfect, Kurt’s cock rubbing right up against his prostate and he knows he’s leaking, can feel it trickling down the side of his dick, doubtlessly coating Kurt’s fingers where he’s pulling, stroking Blaine, driving him crazy with it.

“Kurt,” Blaine whines, recognizing the point of no return as it nears. His eyes snap open and he curls up, grabbing Kurt’s shoulder with one and pulling himself closer, trapping Kurt’s hand between them as he smashes their lips together. “Please. Please, please, please,” he murmur, biting and licking at Kurt’s lips as he starts to let go, giving in to the tightening coil at the base of his spine. “Oh god, I’m—oh fuck. Oh, fuck.” Another jerk and squeeze of Kurt’s hand and he’s toppling over the edge, his forehead pressed to Kurt’s cheek as his release washes over him, cock pulsing as he comes, painting Kurt’s belly and chest with it. And he’s still moving as much as he can, every muscle clamped tight around Kurt, his hips rolling, aching to keep him there. His hand moves from Kurt’s shoulder to the nape of his neck and he lets out another whine, panting harshly.

“Don’t stop,” he whimpers again, lifting his head enough to meet Kurt’s amazingly dark eyes. “God, don’t stop. Just—just keep fucking me. Fuck me and come inside me, please, I need to feel it.”

Kurt trembles as Blaine's body tenses and folds over, every last inch of him closer to Kurt now, within the reach of his hands. He smooths them over Blaine's skin, feeling heat and perspiration and moaning in soft pleasure when Blaine kisses him, sweet and tender. The words are still beyond him, but where his tongue fails, Kurt's eyes are endlessly attentive, keeping a close watch on Blaine as his eyes start to close, as his lips part on a gasp, as his muscles start to tighten, his body squeezing in around Kurt's cock. It seems like an eternity and yet too soon when Blaine finally spills over, Kurt gasping when Blaine lets go, tightening around Kurt in waves and limbs giving way to a soft tremble, release streaking hot over his abdomen and chest.

"Fuck," Kurt breathes, blinking as he feels the pressure at the base of his own spine, and he reaches a hand out around the back of Blaine's neck, comforting in those few moments before his own stomach gives a lurch, needing more. "God, Blaine, you're so beautiful, you're perfect."

He whimpers as Blaine starts to beg, his hands quickly reaching for Blaine's hips and eyes narrowing in determination as he starts to pound up into Blaine, whose relaxed body quickly starts to tighten again, and Kurt knows it must be much, he knows it might be too much, but his body urges him on and all he can manage is to try and control his angle, reaching for that spot deep inside, trying to brush the tip of his cock against where it might still feel so, so good to Blaine.

"Oh, please," he begs, letting out a soft whine and feeling the heat practically sear on his cheeks. "Oh, fuck, Blaine, Blaine I'm so close, Blaine I'm gonna — oh god I'm — fuck, ah!"

Letting out a shuddering breath, Kurt's hips suddenly snap up, his back arching as he spills into Blaine, eyes squeezed shut until he sees sparks at the edge of his vision. He comes hard, and long, until suddenly all strength seems to have been sapped from his body, though his cock continues to pulse inside of Blaine, friction lessening with each thrust.

"Fuck," he groans, drawn out as he shivers, breathing harshly through his teeth as his fingers dig into Blaine's hips and his toes curl against the covers.

His heart is still hammering even as he starts to come down, breathing hard against Kurt’s lips and cheek, his whole body still trembling from the aftershocks. Just as he’d asked, just as he’d begged for, Kurt’s still thrusting up into him, fucking him with abandon, punching the breath from Blaine’s lungs in an unsteady beat.

“Oh, oh, ahh, oh god,” Blaine gasps, shifting his hips as much as he can, pressing back until Kurt’s nudging him perfectly with every pass, sensation barreling past too much into unbelievable as he clutches at Kurt’s shoulders and sides, staring wide-eyed as the pleasure just keeps mounting. “How—how are you so good?” he murmurs, letting out another high whine as he bears down and arches back. “So good at this, so good at fucking me, so good at— oh. Oh yes, oh god yes, Kurt, give it to me. Give it to me, please.”

His voice trails off then as he watches Kurt shatter beneath him, body seizing and pulsing as he shoots into Blaine’s willing body. Blaine continues moving, rolling his hips and tightening his muscles, trying to get as much as he can, reveling in the way every pass feels smoother and easier as Kurt fills him up.

He drops forward only once he’s sure Kurt’s through, Kurt’s cock sliding half out of him, tip catching on his rim and making him gasp against Kurt’s lips, his own dick still somehow hard between them. “You—you are fucking incredible,” he murmurs, smoothing Kurt’s hair from his forehead with one hand as he kisses him, licking into his mouth. “So hot. So hot. And gorgeous and perfect and god, when you come, Kurt,” he moans, rocking his hips forward just a little though every muscle in his body protests. “Absolutely the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. No question. Oh my god, I love you.”

For several moments, all that Kurt feels is boneless, perhaps even weightless as his stomach rises and drops for a few swoops, but he eventually gathers his wits about him and then pushes himself up and off the mattress. He gasps, oversensitive where he's still buried in Blaine, but making no move to pull out just yet. He has the sense that Blaine likes them like this, connected for as long as physically possible, and so he weaves his arms carefully around Blaine's torso, fingers pressing against Blaine's shoulders and running down the line of Blaine's spine, sighing at the pleasant heat that still lingers in Blaine's body.

"Only incredible when I'm with you," he breathes, chest rising and falling as his lungs scream for air. His muscles are starting to ache now that the heaviest of their exertion is over, but Kurt pays it no mind as his fingers chase after the couple trails of sweat. "God, watching you above me is so, so fucking hot, do you have any idea? It's like you're just presenting yourself to me, like all that you want is my eyes on you, watching you. And you succeeded, babe. I can never take my eyes off of you. Never." His breath shudders and shoulders tighten when a slight shift draws friction against his cock, but Kurt still resolutely stays in place.

"You'd think that it's my birthday. I'm a lucky man."

"Mmm, no," Blaine says with a low, utterly sated chuckle. "It is most definitely my birthday. Your cock buried inside me is absolutely the best present I've ever gotten, god."

He stills a little dirty saying it like that, even now, even after all the filthy things they've whispered to each other during sex as they've gotten more comfortable with each other. There's something about being so blunt though, so honest about how much he loves Kurt's cock, that feels... not shameful, that definitely isn't the right word. Just more somehow.

Kurt's still buried inside him now, slowly softening, and Blaine clenches with another groan, trying to keep him in as long as possible, ducking to kiss along Kurt's upper chest, tasting the salt on his skin. "And that is what I want. All I want. I never feel sexier than when you're watching me, when I can feel how much you want me, how much I turn you on. There's nothing like it, Kurt. Nothing at all."

Lifting up again, he seeks out Kurt's lips for another kiss, tugging at the bottom one with his teeth and humming softly. "Tell me we get to do this all day. Until Rocky Horror, I mean. Obviously."

Even though he's been comfortable of the idea of intimacy for years now, still Kurt's cheeks bloom anew with a flush as he listens to Blaine's words, his arms easily looped over Blaine's shoulders as they continue to kiss and touch, no rush necessary when they have the luxury of a full day to themselves. It's hard to shrug off years of conditioning, of finding the rest of that a little too dirty for his taste, only now to realize that there's nothing more fulfilling than having the opportunity to express his love for Blaine in ways that words alone cannot. A bone-deep need to fit his body against Blaine's, like Blaine is a part of Kurt that's always missing in one way or another until they're together next.

"I think I know what you mean," Kurt murmurs on the edge of a gasp when the both of them pull back from their kiss. "The way you look at me, and the way that your hands feel when they run over my skin, I can't put it into words without sounding like a cheesy romance novel, but." He breathes out, angling his head again until his nose is pressed against the side of Blaine's, one hand brushing up and down the line of Blaine's spine in a comforting motion, and his whole body seizes briefly when being buried inside Blaine feels like too much, but still Kurt refuses to pull out just yet. "You complete me."

Carefully, Kurt reaches down between the both of them, taking Blaine in hand, curiously giving him another stroke and letting out a contented hum at the feel of soft skin against his palm. "And of course we get to do this all day. It's your birthday, right?"

Blaine lets out a contented hum of agreement as Kurt’s hands smooth over his skin, warm and comforting over his back and hips, fingers trailing down his spine. Kurt shudders briefly, probably oversensitive with Blaine still wrapped all around him, but he doesn’t encourage Blaine to move in any way so he stays where he is, perfectly happy to keep Kurt inside.

The line makes him laugh though and he ducks into Kurt’s neck to bite playfully at his skin. “Okay, Miss Zellweger,” he murmurs before his smile falls away into a quick gasp as Kurt’s hand wraps around him. He’s still half-hard, sticky from his orgasm and the friction of Kurt’s skin makes his back arch immediately. Pushing himself up onto one arm, Blaine looks down between them to see it, the tip of his cock disappearing in Kurt’s fist with every slow pull.

“God,” he breathes, lips twitching into another smile as he lifts his head to meet Kurt’s eyes again. “You always feel so, so good.” He rolls his hips back just a little, more of a grind than anything else as he reaches down with his free hand, resting it over Kurt’s and giving a light squeeze of encouragement. “I could do nothing but have sex with you for the rest of my life and die a very, very happy man.”

The sensation of having Blaine tense around his body, arching and rolling into it, is enough that Kurt gasps sharply and wraps an arm around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him close. God, it's so much — almost too much, leaving Kurt teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain, but he needs Blaine close now, too open after what they've just shared to pull away. Comfort is always a theme that Kurt needs in their intimacy, coming in the form of Blaine's soft words, his constant touch, like hands carefully hiding Kurt away after being exposed. He leans forward, hiding his face in the shadow of Blaine's neck and pressing a kiss to damp, salty skin.

Enjoying the feel of Blaine's warmth in his palm, Kurt picks up the pace only slightly, twisting his hand as he pulls towards the head of Blaine's cock, brushing his thumb gently over the head.

"You're so gorgeous, Blaine," he breathes, forehead pressed by the line of Blaine's jaw as Kurt directs his gaze down at Blaine's cock, flushed and still slick from his previous orgasm. "Can't believe I get to touch you like this. God, never thought I'd be this lucky." With his free hand, Kurt presses fingertips against the small of Blaine's back, getting him to arch enough for Kurt to drop his lips with some difficulty, brushing over the darkened skin of Blaine's nipple and giving it a slight tug between his teeth.

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough that you want to,” Blaine murmurs right back, his voice dropping into a whine as the pleasure starts to coil and build low in his spine. He can feel his muscles tightening, knees digging into Kurt’s sides, thighs aching from the stretch of the position though he can barely concentrate on that for how full he feels, safe and cherished and desired. Keeping his eyes open and locked on Kurt’s, he continues rocking his hips, arching up into that perfect fist. “God, that, that you waited for me, that you— after, after everything, Kurt. Everything I-- I still get this. I still get you.”

His words are choked off in a gasp as Kurt bends up to bite at Blaine’s nipple and he falls forward then, trapping Kurt’s hand between them, one of his own lifting to sink into Kurt’s hair, holding him there as stills for a moment.

“Fuck, I want-- nnngh. Your mouth, Kurt. Oh my god.” Torn between wanting to grind his cock against Kurt’s hand or press back for more of his length or just arch against Kurt’s slick, clever tongue, he finds himself staying as he is, trembling under the onslaught of sensation. “Please,” he breathes, though he has no idea what he’s begging for aside from more, harder, just-- more. “Oh, please. Please.”

It's hard to focus on the three different actions Kurt's trying to manage all at once, let alone speak, so he doesn't bother with his words as he sucks at Blaine's nipple, hard enough to draw it to a rosy peak, before turning in the other direction to give the opposite as much attention. Working himself into a steady suck, he then focuses on Blaine's cock again, hand soft but tight as he gives slow, indulgent pulls from base to tip, aided by the lingering lube from his previous touches and prep, not enough to go fast yet, but enough for something slow, sensuous. Only after he has a regular rhythm there does Kurt start to grind his hips up again, gasping, feeling himself still half-hard inside of Blaine.

"Ah," he gasps, lips losing their contact as his thighs tremble and his back shudders, and he's pretty sure judging by the throb of his cock that he's still leaking inside of Blaine. God, he hasn't even pulled out yet, and it makes him feel delightfully dirty, still buried and already on the way to a second climax.

"I love that you're mine like this," he whispers, groaning as he picks up the pace of his fist slightly, and his hips try to grind closer to Blaine still, cradling his ass in the curve of his hipbones. "No one else... no one else can even imagine you like this. Seem like such a gentleman, and then in here, I get you... I get you when you're so fucking bad, you're perfect."

"God, you're gonna-- gonna make me come again," Blaine whines, though it's certainly not at all a complaint. He feels as though every nerve in his entire body is winding tight, stretching thin by the second as Kurt's hand works over him, Kurt's hips bucking to fuck in deeper.

He gives over to it again, breath punching free as he sinks back and arms shaking as he holds himself up. Staring down at Kurt beneath him, eyes heavy-lidded, he groans and whimpers. "I'm yours," he manages, voice thready. "I'm-- oh fuck, Kurt. Kurt. Please, please never stop fucking me. Wanna feel you forever. Wanna feel-- ah! Feel this. Oh my god, don't stop."

Despite his words, he crumbles atop Kurt once more, again trapping his hand, though his hips keep moving, grinding back against Kurt's cock. His thighs are aching and he's covered in sweat, muscles crying out from the prolonged position of his legs, but he just feels so full, so whole. He doesn't want to move.

Where Blaine's limbs still feel strong, Kurt can feel his own start to tremble, knowing that it won't be long before he's spent for a good couple of hours. He's started working out more these past couple of years as it's become necessary for his job, but there's something about Blaine that has Kurt giving his all every time, until his fingers tremble where they press against Blaine's skin. He feels a rush of energy, and his expression softens when Blaine reaches climax again, the throb of Blaine's cock in his palm enough to make his own harden, and Kurt quickly presses his forehead against Blaine's to get as full of a picture as he can of that intense pleasure, watching every last lash quiver as Blaine arrives.

"Completely mine," Kurt breathes, greedy and nearly spent as he nudges Blaine by the shoulders, encouraging Blaine to lie back on the mattress as Kurt uses his remaining strength to thrust into Blaine, seeking release and quickening with the need. "Ngh, Blaine, so close, I'm... I'm so... fuck."

Feeling warmth brush along his skin, Kurt gasps as he comes again, hips grinding up as closely as possible to Blaine's body and arms shaking as they prop him up. His second climax is weaker, but leaves him all the more vulnerable as his eyes slide to an uncertain close, air rushing through his lips. "Oh, god," he sighs, pushing one last time into Blaine before needing to pull out, hissing with oversensitivity as he brushes wide hands over Blaine's abdomen. "Fuck, I need you to kiss me. Baby, please." Kurt reaches out with a hand, tugging lightly on Blaine's cheek to turn his face towards Kurt, seeking lips with a nip of teeth.

He feels utterly drained, milked dry, as Kurt gently nudges him to roll over, every muscle in his body aching in only the very best way. Miraculously, Kurt doesn't slip out with the shift and Blaine keeps his legs spread wide, his calf resting high up around Kurt's middle as Kurt pounds into him, chasing his own release with deep, unrelenting thrusts that make Blaine feel split open and so whole at the same time.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes-- baby, you feel-- oh fuck, do it. Come in me again, Kurt. Come in me. Please, please, oh god, oh-- Kurt--"

His muscles tense, clenching tight around the throbbing length inside him as Kurt slumps forward. Kurt's face is flushed, damp with sweat, and he's easily the hottest thing Blaine has ever seen. Another slow thrust draws a gasp from Blaine, followed swiftly by a whimper as Kurt slips free, his hands smoothing over Blaine's skin.

"Oh my god," he whimpers, his mouth unbelievably dry as he swallows and manages a nod, weakly turning his head enough to find Kurt's lips, sinking easily into a kiss, his whole body still trembling as their tongues meet, sliding together slow and sweet.

Even though exhaustion runs inside him to the core, Kurt still musters up what strength he can to pull Blaine closer, a trembling arm cast around Blaine's waist. Lying on his side, Kurt's able to focus solely on how to close the distance between the two of them, his spent cock aligning with Blaine's with just enough friction to draw a shiver to his lips, though he doesn't push the movement beyond that. With a soft sigh, Kurt presses their foreheads together, then tilts his head for a kiss, slow and searching before he pulls away with a tug at Blaine's lower lip with his teeth.

"Sorry," he murmurs, pulling back to trace at the bow of Blaine's lips with his thumb, though his eyes are bright as they scan over Blaine's body and his expression, skin shiny with sweat and flushed gorgeously red with exertion. "Got a little bit selfish there." Shifting slightly, Kurt runs the side of his foot up along Blaine's calf, giggling lightly at the feel of coarse hair along the skin.

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