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"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.

"Don't give me any ideas," Blaine says with a low laugh, helping Kurt as much as he can as he turns, a knee on either side of Blaine's thighs before sliding his hands up Kurt's sides, pulling him back. He has to bite back a groan as Kurt settles against his lap, his cock trapped beneath the warm weight of him. Turning his head, he breathes against the curve of Kurt's jaw, nipping lightly as he continues to smooth his hands over Kurt's skin, one resting on Kurt's hips as the other smooths down low on Kurt's pelvis, fingers gently brushing over the thatch of trimmed hair.

It is fairly wanton, he thinks, and already he's looking forward to watching this later, staring at the way Kurt's body is fully on display for him. And he knows it can only get better from here.

Carefully, he wraps his hand around Kurt's cock, squeezing lightly as his other hand slides up to rest over Kurt's chest, holding him tight. "Gonna make you watch this later," he says, voice low, but soft as he nips at Kurt's jaw. "Want you to see how hot you are, the way your skin goes all red when you're turned on, what you look like when I'm inside you..."

While his nerves continue to jangle, there's something reassuring about the way that Blaine talks, the reverence in his tone that leaves Kurt thrumming through his body with excitement. He never knew what it was like to have one's body worshiped this fully until getting together with Blaine, and it's something that he never fails to marvel over — the fact that Blaine, unreasonably attractive and endlessly capable Blaine, would go for someone like Kurt. Slowly, he rolls his head further back, resting on Blaine as Kurt raises his hips to fuck into Blaine's hand, breath hitching and shuddering.

"You're so much hotter, Blaine," Kurt whimpers, wrapping an arm back around to rest on Blaine's neck, fingernails scraping gently against his skin. "Whenever I get a moment to myself, I find myself thinking about you... poses a problem when it's during class, you know. If I'm lucky, then I have a real desk to hide it, but. God."

Breathing harshly, Kurt rocks his hips, spreading his thighs and glancing back quickly Blaine's way. "Fuck me, Blaine, please. Need you filling me up right now. Please?"

"Oh my god, you are sexy," Blaine murmurs, giving Kurt's cock another slow, thorough stroke before releasing to help Kurt push up a little further on his knees. There's so much of Kurt to stare at like this, the curve of his shoulder and sweep of his spine, sweat glistening on his skin, so easy to make out with the light on when the so often do this in darkness. There isn't an inch of him that looks even a little imperfect, muscles bunching beneath smooth, pale skin as Blaine runs a hand down the center of his spine.

He has to bite his lip as he drops a hand to his own dick, indulging in a quick few strokes before his other hand settles on Kurt's hips and gently nudges him downward, guiding the tip of himself to the pucker of Kurt's hole. From this angle, he has a perfect view and he revels in the moment, dragging just the blunt tip back and forth and back and forth. It's slick both from the lube and from the dribble of precome leaking free and his grip on Kurt's hip tightens before he slowly starts to draw him down further.

"You set the pace," he says, voice barely a whisper. "Easy as you need. Until I'm completely inside you."

Kurt bites down harshly at the feel of Blaine's dick dragging over his hole, ragged breathing and muscles trembling with anticipation, until he feels just about ready to tell Blaine to take it faster. Blaine stills, though, a rough whisper sending a shiver through Kurt's body, contrasting sharply with the hand that he places on the small of Kurt's back, warm and soothing. Lips falling open, Kurt groans as he feels himself stretch, only finding his voice after a few seconds.

"If I set the pace, we're not going slow," breathes Kurt, reaching back to set his hands on Blaine's hips to better support himself before he pushes back, faster than their usual pace, not stopping until he feels himself grinding against Blaine. "Fuck, yeah. Baby, you're so thick, I feel so... so full." Dropping his head forward, Kurt blinks dazedly, his cock giving another twitch before he starts pulling forward, breath catching at the drag of Blaine's cock.

"Oh, oh fuck, Blaine, yeah," moans Kurt, back arching slightly as he pushes back.

"Ohh, oh fuck," Blaine groans as Kurt sinks down onto him. It happens much faster than he'd anticipated; clearly he's underestimated both Kurt's impatience and his pain threshold. Every muscle in his own body goes tight for a second, toes curling in the carpet as he clamps his hands onto Kurt's hips and takes a moment to regain his control.

One he has it, his hands slide inward to the center of Kurt's back and then up, petting over all that smooth, amazing skin as Kurt sits forward and then eases back, starting a steady rhythm.

"God, yeah," he murmurs, glancing down to watch his cock disappear into Kurt's body. "Gonna film this later, too. So you can see this. Can see how it looks when you take me like this, your hole stretched wide for me. Jesus, you drive me crazy."

Letting out a heady laugh, Kurt glances over his shoulder, almost shy, as he continues to grind back against Blaine, lashes occasionally fluttering when the angle hits just right. "I think you're vastly overestimating how much I turn myself on — which is more or less not at all," he breathes, chest heaving as he drops a hand to rest on top of Blaine's, awkwardly lacing their fingers together, wanting that additional touch and comfort. "But I'm willing to give that shot a chance... to watch your cock. Watch it fuck into me, and how this feels, which is so amazing."

Jaw dropping open for an especially deep thrust, Kurt gradually blinks himself back to awareness as he stares back at Blaine, eyes widening at the sight of fabric still stretched over his skin. "Oh, no," he says, shaking his head and stilling his hips. "You need to take that shirt off. If you get to show me off like this to the camera, then I want to be able to enjoy your body too. Your arms, the flex of your muscles. Off."

Kurt's hand rests atop his as he pets down Kurt's chest and stomach, stopping to hover just above his cock. With a jerk of his hips, he presses up hard as Kurt sinks down and he moans at how amazing it feels, Kurt so tight and hot inside, clinging to him in all the right ways. This probably won't last long, he thinks. Stamina is definitely something he's still working on.

But Kurt stops abruptly then, sitting heavy in Blaine's lap with upper body twisted just a little to look back at Blaine. Blaine blinks, too turned on to make sense of the words at first before glancing down at his chest where the shirt for his Halloween costume is still clinging.

"Oh yeah," he mutters, having forgotten about it. He disentangles his hand from Kurts and makes quick work of that last few remaining buttons and squirms free of the fabric, groaning as the movement makes him sink deeper into Kurt and then out a little, friction dragging along his cock. As soon as his arms are free, his hands fall to Kurt's back again and he drags him towards Blaine's chest, his teeth finding Kurt's shoulder blade and biting playfully. "Better?" he asks as he hooks an arm around Kurt's waist and pulls him down hard, hips thrusting up deep at the same time.

"So, so much," Kurt breathes, leaning back and reveling in all of it, the heated press of Blaine's skin to his back and the nudge of his hips, the teeth scraping on his shoulder and Blaine's cock pressing deeper and deeper still, until it brushes over that telltale spot, completely stilling Kurt's breath. "Oh god, Blaine, your cock feels so good... love it when you fuck me hard and deep." Lashes fluttering, Kurt rests his head back again, the hand thrown over his shoulder scratching at Blaine's shoulder as well as he can, trying to encourage more still.

"Love you," he adds, voice deeper, rougher. "Could just open up for you forever, Blaine, yeah. Oh, yeah, there—" Panting, Kurt's head falls forward, his toes curling as he tries to stave off orgasm, but if he's already teetering close to the edge, he knows that it won't take too much longer. Frantically, Kurt reaches forward for his own cock, squeezing around the base with a strangled breath and soft, wordless murmur.

"Mmm, no," Blaine growls when he feels Kurt's hand slide away to reach for himself. Still holding Kurt's weight against his chest, it's no work at all for him to curl an arm around Kurt's middle and rest his own hand over Kurt's, joining in stroking him as his hips punch upward. "Let me, okay? You just... just lie back," he murmurs, turning his head enough to nip at Kurt's earlobe. "Eyes on the camera." He swipes his thumb over the tip of Kurt's cock, deliciously slick with precome before squeezing him tight. "And let me make you come."

His free hand again settles on Kurt's waist, pulling him downward with every roll of his hips. The whole effort is a little more strenuous than he's used to and he can feel sweat beading on his skin, his temples and back and behind his knees, muscles straining. But it's so, so worth it, Kurt's weight heavy and hot, every gasp driving Blaine wild, and god, the fact that they'll have this on tape, to watch over and over and over again... Blaine can hardly stand it.

It's the reminder to watch the camera that has Kurt shuddering most, some part of him longing to perform as prompted. Licking his lips, Kurt reluctantly lets his cock go, a loud moan slipping from his tongue as he grips both of Blaine's thighs, driving himself back in time with Blaine's thrusts, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin as he stares straight forward and into the camera. His lashes dip a little lower, his breathing comes out a little harsher, and he feels like his entire body is flushed beyond all reason, impossibly turned on by the idea that he's recording this for Blaine, recording this to be used time and time again.

There's no better motivation.

"Oh, yeah, fuck yes, Blaine," Kurt cries out, his voice raising in pitch as he drives himself back harder, eyes suddenly widening when he feels Blaine's angle change just so, brushing against his prostate. He can feel himself tightening around Blaine's cock already, heat desperately pooled below, but it doesn't stop his movement, Kurt struggling to maintain eye contact with the camcorder as he whimpers with every thrust. "Ohfuck, there, right there, baby. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh god, Blaine, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna, Blaine—"

Kurt shuts his eyes so tightly that he sees stars at the edge of his vision, entire body shaking as his hips jolt, come streaking hot over Blaine's hand.

He can tell the instant he gets the angle right, Kurt gripping him tighter with both his hands and his ass, going tense all over. There's so much to focus on like this, the rhythm of his stroking, the thrusting of his hips, his own breathing and heartbeat. Their positioning helps though because he can't get distracted by the look on Kurt's face, can't be tempted to kiss his perfect mouth and duck into his neck. Like this he can focus all his energy into driving his hips upward at just the right angle and squeezing tight around Kurt's cock until Kurt's babbling and shuddering beneath him, spilling hot all over Blaine's hand and then going boneless against him.

"Oh my god," he groans, still jerking Kurt for a long moment afterwards, his fingers slick and messy. His other hand moves from Kurt's hip to low on his stomach, tracing streams of ropey come upward as he leans in to press a shaky kiss to Kurt's shoulder. "You are so hot. So so so hot. Oh my god."

Already he can't wait to watch this tape, can't wait to see what Kurt looks like, spread out and stretched open as Blaine fucks into him from behind, can't wait to see him come all over himself and all of it just for Blaine.

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