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Panting in short, shallow bursts, Kurt takes a moment to drag both hands down his face before he gets onto his feet, dizzy and his balance wavering as he watches Blaine retreat quickly into their bedroom. A quick brush of his hair above his head tells him that the careful styling of the hairspray's been completely undone by Blaine's hands, the thought of how wrecked he must look enough to make Kurt's cheeks burn brighter still.

Fumbling and momentarily tugging his pants higher, Kurt's eyes rove around in the relative dark before they land on the camcorder, perched neatly on one of the ledges of his bookshelf. Grabbing it and checking the battery, Kurt quickly darts over to the coat closet, yanking the doorknob and bending over to quickly rummage in the back corner, where a bunch of umbrellas and other lengthy objects lean against the wall.

"God, where did I put it?" he grumbles, one foot stepping down heavily in frustration.

The front room is empty when Blaine returns, though it doesn't take him long to spot Kurt digging through the closet in the back corner, his muttering clear between thuds and rustling. Grinning a little, Blaine sets the bottle of lube on the coffee table and wanders to the kitchen.

"Did you check the closet in our room?" he asks as he pulls a large glass from one of the cupboards. He's not really feeling the effects of the alcohol much anymore, but he figures having water on hand won't go amiss when they're in the thick of what they have planned. It's always good to keep hydrated. After filling the glass, he takes a quick sip and carries it back into the living room, quickly surveying the area for a good spot to set the camera, his mind already coming up with a dozen scenarios, each of which make his blood run warmer.

"Do you really think I wouldn't know exactly what's kept in that closet? After all the time I spent organizing the clothes — ah! Here we go," Kurt yelps, pleased with himself as he unearths a tripod, beaming from cheek to cheek as he holds it out and nearly skips back into the room, pulse loud and insistent against his ears. "So now we can put the camcorder anywhere without worrying about it tipping over and such. Do we want to position it somewhere close? Like right next to the couch?"

Biting down on his lower lip, Kurt steps closer still, placing the camcorder down on the coffee table and coyly holding a hand out to share the glass of water. What goes unsaid are his reasons for wanting the camcorder to be positioned close — wanting to capture the drag of Blaine's cock once he's inside Kurt, wanting to capture the light in Blaine's eyes and the uncertain focus when he comes.

But Kurt's pretty sure Blaine has a good idea of what Kurt wants to capture already.

Blaine's gaze drops to the tripod in Kurt's hands. It looks innocuous enough, but it makes something in his chest constrict a little, knowing they're one step closer to actually doing this. His attention is diverted back to Kurt when Kurt steps forward, their fingers brushing as Kurt takes the glass from him and watching the bob of Kurt's Adam's apple when he takes a sip.

"Yeah, uhm- close. Close is good," he says, his voice catching a bit before he lets out a soft, somewhat nervous laugh. He can't help but wonder how good a shot they could get while they're moving without anyone actually manning the camera, but maybe they can figure it out.

Stepping to the side, he takes the tripod and starts setting it up, the legs popping and snapping into place under his fingers. "How much space do we have on that tape?"

Taking a deeper gulp of the water, Kurt sighs after swallowing, carefully placing it down on the table before starting to fiddle with the camcorder, checking the stream before walking over to the corner to turn on a few more lights, the scene brighter than it usually is during their more intimate moments. Not that Kurt minds. Pursing his lips, Kurt starts to film Blaine, a grin clear on his expression as he steps closer, heart fluttering in his chest.

"The first half-hour or so is a bunch of practice I did for some of my auditions. Which, come to think of it, might be a good way to keep people from happening across this footage. And it also means that... theoretically, we have hours that we can work with," Kurt points out, a slight shiver passing through his body at the mere thought. "And we all know how well we're able to occupy one another, mm? Say hi for the camera."

After considering for a moment, Blaine pushes the coffee table out of the way and sets the tripod up in the newly emptied spot, stepping back a second to reconsider the angle before adjusting the legs to a lower vantage point.

He glances back over his shoulder at the sound of Kurt's voice, his face flushing a slightly when he sees the camera pointed at him and he gives a small wave. "Is the show already starting?" he asks, reaching to undo the top button of his shirt with a sly little grin.

"I got a nice shot of your butt that I plan on cherishing for some time to come," Kurt confirms with a grin, biting down on his lower lip as he helps the camera pan over Blaine's body, barely able to contain the soft laugh that wants to escape as he steps closer with a playful tilt of his hip. "God, you're adorable. I just hope my grip isn't so shaky that it ruins the view, because you are stunning. Even in that ridiculous costume."

Glancing up and away from the camcorder display, Kurt takes in a deep breath, tilting his head back and forth in excitement before stepping ahead to help fix the camcorder on the tripod, his own face flushing over at the thought of what's about to happen. It's frightening, there's no denying that — but there's a great part of Kurt that can't wait.

Blaine can't help but grin under Kurt's attention, his fingers hovering over the top button, just below where the fake patch of hair is sewn into his shirt. It's in his nature to perform, especially in front of a camera, and he pops his hip playfully before Kurt starts setting it up on the tripod, looking every bit like a kid in a candy store.

While Kurt works to make sure it's balanced and secure, Blaine takes a seat on the edge of the couch to pull the boots off, setting them side by side just out of reach before resting back, his hands on his thighs. His gaze falls on the lens of the camera, still pointed his way and he cocks his head thoughtfully, considering. His blood is already thrumming warm with anticipation, his cock half-hard in his jeans and he shifts a little to ease how confining it is before sliding his gaze to Kurt. "Look good yet, Mr. Director?" he asks as he smooths one hand up the inside of his jeans, fingers trailing along the inner seam there.

"You look... amazing," Kurt breathes, eyes stuttering along with the progress of Blaine's hand as it travels up his inner thigh. With a soft huff, Kurt forces himself away from the camcorder — which looks like it's more or less capturing the scene anyway — and starts edging up to the side of the couch, gaze soft and palm running up the side of Blaine's thigh as he climbs onto the furniture, knees pressed to either side of Blaine's hips. "You always do. Always."

Heart swelling with a mixture of pride and adoration, Kurt closes the distance between their lips, slotting his own easily against Blaine's lips, still slightly swollen from their earlier kisses. Without much of a pause, Kurt starts to slip his tongue between Blaine's plush lips, hips sliding back down until their hips are pressed together, a slight gasp escaping from Kurt's lips. His jacket still hangs on, but only just, one should having slipped down entirely and the zipper hanging on only by the bottom of the teeth.

"I can't wait to wreck you," Kurt murmurs, thumb brushing against the side of Blaine's temple.

With a groan, Blaine sinks back into the couch as Kurt climbs on top of him, the sound melting into a moan as their lips meet. It feels like a continuation of earlier, not too desperate and hungry just yet, but warm and almost sweet and he lifts his hands to cradle Kurt's face, fingers trailing lightly down his throat. It escalates fairly quickly though as Kurt pushes his tongue in deep and settles fully onto Blaine's lap.

Gasping softly, Blaine drops a hand to the top of Kurt's thigh and grips tight, the other working to tug at Kurt's jacket before giving up to pull at Kurt's t-shirt instead.

"So what's stopping you?" he asks, voice low against Kurt's lips as he roughly pulls Kurt closer and arching hips for more friction, groaning at the delicious pressure.

"I should ask you that question," Kurt replies, voice rough as he leans back to tug more sharply at the zipper of his jacket, undoing it and shrugging it off, tossing it to the side. With only a thin layer of cotton over his shoulders, Kurt can't help but shiver, quickly shimmying until his body presses flush with Blaine's once more, pursing his lips at intervals to meet the kiss. "Can't even get my jacket off? Compared to what I normally wear, a zipper is about as easy as it gets."

Tongue briefly brushing over his lower lip and catching the edge of Blaine's in the process, Kurt slips a hand down, skirting by the side of Blaine's abdomen. A quick tug frees the button of Blaine's jeans and draws a wider grin across Kurt's face as he slips his fingers barely under the elastic of Blaine's boxer briefs, skimming over the tip of Blaine's cock and sighing at the dampness there.

"Didn't wanna rip it," Blaine explains roughly, his breath ghosting across Kurt's lips before they're kissing again. It's all too brief and Blaine doesn't bother hiding the whine that pushes past his throat as Kurt leans away to rip open Blaine's jeans.

Blaine's hands skim over Kurt's shoulders, the white t-shirt there flimsy beneath his fingers and Blaine traces along the edges of the sleeves before sliding beneath, eager to bare as much askin as he can. He stops only when he feels Kurt yanking his jeans open and slipping a hand into his boxers, his whole body tensing with pleasure fingers brush over the tip of his dick.

"Ohh," he breathes, gripping tight to Kurt's upper arms as his hips jolt. "God, Kurt, please." His own hands scramble then, dropping to pop open the top button of Kurt's jeans and fumble with the zipper, the movements hindered by the stretch of Kurt's thighs across his lap. "Get these off," he orders, pushing at them as much as he can as he tips his head back to look Kurt in the eye. "Off. Now."

Gasping as Blaine fumbles with his jeans, Kurt leans back down, his body pressed flush against Blaine's and rutting desperately, leaning forward to hide his face against the side of Blaine's neck. There's a constant thrum that can't seem to leave his skin, not when he knows that they'll have a record of this for later, that either of them can revisit this moment almost perfectly. With a stifled moan, Kurt wiggles atop of Blaine, his hands dropping to help him slip out of his jeans and boxer briefs, pushing himself up slightly with his palms before kicking them away, leaving only the thin cotton tee.

"You too," Kurt groans, biting down teasingly on Blaine's skin before slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of Blaine's jeans, tugging them roughly and hand smoothing over the curve of Blaine's ass. "God, Blaine, I swear. I love your ass so much."

Panting, he rolls his body against Blaine's, smacking Blaine sharply against the side of his thigh to coax his hips up, high and near the swell of his ass.

Kurt moves quickly if not particularly gracefully, pushing himself up to scramble and kick himself free of his jeans and boxers. Greedy, Blaine runs his hands down Kurt's sides and over his hips, grabbing on as Kurt again straddles him before one hand slips around to drag his fingers down the dip of Kurt's spine and then lower. With a tilt of his head, he eyes the camcorder a few feet away and wonders about the angle and zoom, wonders how much detail it will get, if they'll be able to see the way Blaine's fingers slide a little lower down the exposed cleft of Kurt's ass.

But he doesn't get to devote too much time to the prospect before Kurt's tugging and smacking at Blaine's thigh. He laughs a little before arching his hips, reaching down to shove jeans and underwear low enough to kick them free, leaving him only in his ridiculous top and Kurt still hovering over him.

"We should do it like this," he decides, head tipped back to nip at the underside of Kurt's chin before ducking into his neck, his hands still sliding greedily over Kurt's sides and thighs and ass and back, pulling him in close. His voice is rough, muffled slightly against Kurt's throat. "I know you wanna see my cock when it's sliding into you and we can absolutely do that later, but I want you right here, Kurt. I want you to sit on my lap so I can fuck into you and you can see you face when we watch it later, see how good you look when I'm inside you."

With a high keen of his voice, Kurt presses Blaine's hips down, pressing their bodies together close, almost rough, until he feels his cock twitch with heightened interest, brushing against Blaine's thigh. Hungrily, he surges down, cutting off Blaine's words with an insistent kiss, sliding his tongue between Blaine's lips and sucking on the swollen lower curve. "You want me to ride you, huh?" Kurt breathes, his lips still pressed lightly to Blaine's as he shudders, wrapping one arm down and around Blaine's back. "You wanna fuck me... watch me take your cock, squeeze so tight around you. You think you can last?"

He grins, the smile pressed up against Blaine's cheek before he skirts his lips down lower, sucking at the side of Blaine's neck. They've done this so many times by now that Kurt's sure Blaine will find a way from coming too early, or he'll drive himself sharply enough into Kurt that neither of them lasts very long. Still, it's fun to tease, and Kurt goes further still as he slides his hand down the side of Blaine's abdomen, wrapping loosely around Blaine's cock.

"Fine then," he murmurs, nipping at the line of Blaine's jaw. "Waiting for you to stretch me open first."

Blaine is all too happy to be kissed quiet, one hand immediately lifting to cup Kurt's jaw as he surges into it, want flaring bright-hot under his skin. "Yes," he breathes into Kurt's mouth at every question. "Yes. Yes."

His own hands slide inward as Kurt moves against him, pawing at the stupid shirt that still clings to Kurt's skin, thin but not nearly thin enough. He grapples at it helplessly before his head drops back once more, breath catching and hips jerking when Kurt wraps a hand around him. His grip isn't very tight, little more than a tease, but Blaine still needs a moment or two to collect himself before he's stretching to the side, clumsily reaching for the bottle of lube and flipping the cap to spill some onto his fingers.

"So demanding," he murmurs, voice strained with pleasure under Kurt's touch, before dropping the bottle and reaching around to dip two fingers down the crack of Kurt's ass. His lips twitch into a grin and his voice is low and raspy as he adds, "I like it."

When Blaine pulls away, stretching out to the side to swipe the bottle of lube, Kurt quickly pulls away and strips off his shirt, lifting it over his head and dropping it off over the side of the couch. Clumsily, he pushes at the hem of Blaine's own shirt, but stumbles over a gasp upon feeling the smooth glide of Blaine's fingers down along the crease of his ass, stomach twisting hotly at the barest of touches.

"I'm just, I'm so turned on right now. Always turned on around you, Blaine," Kurt murmurs, slipping a tongue along the corner of Blaine's mouth. "You're perfect, with your frustratingly beautiful eyes, lips I could kiss forever. Your hands, and fuck, Blaine, your cock. So thick when you're in me, love it when you fuck me hard. Like you're making me yours. Because I am, Blaine. I'm yours."

"Mine," Blaine agrees, low and more than a little ragged as his fingers slip lower, one tip circling the tight pucker of Kurt's hole. His other hand is splayed against Kurt's bare side, feeling every breath, every delicious vibration as Kurt' groans and squirms and whispers delicious, dirty things against Blaine's mouth.

With a low groan of his own, Blaine eases one finger into the tight clench of Kurt's body, head ducking to breathe in the scent of sweat and salt on Kurt's skin, nose smashed against his throat. It's kind of an awkward angle, but all Blaine can think about is that camera aimed on them, the way it's catching the slide and push of Blaine's fingers and the way Kurt's taking it, legs spread and ass in the air, wanting. "God, you're mine, Kurt," he says with a shudder, his free hand sliding down over Kurt's bare ass to spread his cheeks wider, presenting him to the camera as he slides his finger in deeper.

"Always," Kurt gasps, eyes widening at the intrusion of Blaine's finger, slightly faster than usual and so, so impossibly hot that Kurt nearly loses his hold on the cushions of the couch, resting on top of Blaine and letting out a soft whimper. Gripping tightly around Blaine's shoulders, Kurt breathes heavily by Blaine's temple, turning ever so slightly to brush the corner of his lips against Blaine's skin and rocking his hips back to take more of him in. "Always yours, Blaine. God, fuck. Yeah, fuck me with your fingers, feels so good."

Kurt cuts off his babble with a longer moan, biting lightly at the high curve of Blaine's cheek. His gaze momentarily darts to the side, curious to know how any of this might look from the camera, but an especially deep thrust of Blaine's finger has him shuddering, rocking his hips roughly against Blaine with a shaky inhale. "Give me another," he pleads, voice rough. "Please, Blaine."

"Oh my god, you're so hot," Blaine growls, slipping his finger free to quickly line up another with it. It's a tighter fit then and he goes slower, his free hand smoothing gentle circles at the base of Kurt's spine, encouraging him to keep relaxed as he presses in. And he doesn't think he could ever tire of this, could ever get used to how hot and tight and perfect he feels squeezing tight around him, even just his fingers.

With a soft, shuddered breath, Blaine presses in deeper still, starting a slow, but deep rhythm as he ducks his head enough to find Kurt's lips in a clumsy, shaky kiss. "Gonna get you all stretched for me," he murmurs against Kurt's lips. "All loose and wet so I can... I can fuck up into you, fill you up. God, Kurt."

Words escape Kurt as he feels Blaine slip in a second finger to accompany the first, the pace a little faster than usual, but still achingly good as he moans into Blaine's mouth, arms starting to burn slightly from propping himself up. The both of them pull back for a second, lips wet as Kurt takes a breath and glances down between the both of them, lining up their cocks and grinding both back on Blaine's finger and along the line of Blaine's erection.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes, eyes rolling back for a moment before Kurt surges ahead to kiss Blaine again, feeling the warmth coil hotter and hotter in his abdomen. "Another, Blaine, gimme another. Want you to fuck me so much, baby. Ahh."

It's difficult to keep his concentration with Kurt pressed up against him, their cocks aligned. Kurt grinds and writhes, pushing back and then forward as their mouths crash. As gently as he can manage, Blaine slides his fingers free and again fumbles for the lube, flipping the top to spill just a little down the crack of Kurt's ass, messy and slick before sliding three fingers downward to gently circle his hole.

"Okay," he breathes, half statement and half question, his free hand still squeezing Kurt's ass cheek as he tries to ease three fingers in. It's far more awkward than the two he'd tried earlier and he as to suck in a breath as he shifts a little, moving his arm to get a better angle. "Oh- God, you are tight. So, so tight."

With the addition of another finger, Kurt finds the angle making more of a difference than it had just seconds ago. It makes him draw in a breath, trying carefully to relax himself and let Blaine in easily, but in spite of his best efforts, there's a bit of a sting. He moves his knees slightly, crawling further up along Blaine's body to give his hand more room, dropping his forehead momentarily to Blaine's, hands tightening before relaxing.

"Blaine, god... your fingers are stretching me so much already. Can't wait until that's your cock," Kurt breathes, finding his balance again as he brushes a soft kiss against Blaine's cheek. "Fucking me so hard that I scream. Want it rough, Blaine. Want it rough tonight, wanna come all over you."

"Only after you come all over yourself first," Blaine says, voice rough against Kurt's lips as he pushes his fingers in as deep as he can manage.

Because, as much as he loves the idea of Kurt coming on him, and loves the reality of it even more from recent experience, he has plans for this night already. He knows Kurt has his own, of course, and Blaine is more than willing to comply to those later, he right now he wants to do this. He needs to do this.

With a quiet growl, Blaine bites lightly at Kurt's cheek and, after a few more slow thrusts, slides his fingers free, his palm gently cupping Kurt's cheek as he leans back. "Turn around," he says, quiet, but firm, lips quirking in a faint grin. "Face to the camera."

For a second, Kurt's convinced that Blaine's trying to get him off right then and there, that Blaine might be thinking of trying to make Kurt come multiple times, and he closes his eyes tightly at the sudden brush of Blaine's fingers against his prostate, shuddering all over. But as soon as climax threatens, the immediacy wanes with Blaine pulling out, causing Kurt to whimper and nearly fall forward in the wake of it, faintly registering a deep growl from Blaine's throat that has his heart still racing in his ears. Only seconds later does Blaine's order finally click into place, Kurt's eyes suddenly opening wide and staring down into Blaine's, dumbfounded.

With the gentle guide of Blaine's hand, Kurt complies nonetheless, until his gaze falls upon the camera. Breath catching, Kurt feels his face suddenly flush over, twice as warm as before.

"You... you're serious, aren't you?" Kurt murmurs, voice high. "Oh god, you're like a porn director right now." Blinking, he tilts his head, leaning his head back until the back of his neck rests against Blaine's shoulder.

"Greedy," he accuses, some part of him still blindingly aroused in spite of it.

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