likesboys | you make me feel like a virgin

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.

Even after coming, Kurt continues to shift against Blaine's body, stifling whimpers, gasping when Blaine continues to jerk him off for several seconds still, just enough to reach oversensitivity. His entire body feels heavy, every muscle relaxes as he leans against Blaine, and he knows that his body can't be all that light to support, but Kurt needs that closeness in lieu of an easy kiss. His lashes remain fanned out over his cheeks as he takes several breaths, in and out, in and out, before reaching a hand back to brush his knuckles against Blaine's cheek.

"You didn't come," he says with a pout, blinking his eyes open blearily and letting his gaze rest on Blaine. Feeling a flicker in his stomach, somewhere between frustration and disappointment, he glances over his shoulder, scrambling for anything to get Blaine's blood rushing. Struck with a thought, he lowers his voice to a soft, raspy murmur. "Do you wanna come on my face?" Kurt asks, biting mischievously on his lower lip.

"Mmm," Blaine respondes to Kurt's quiet statement of observation, his one gently releasing Kurt's cock to slide up his stomach, rubbing the come into his skin in slow, slick circles. He's still achingly hard and trembling a little at the effort to hold back, to calm himself as Kurt gently shifts and squirms, doubtlessly oversensitive. Turning his head, Blaine brushes a kiss to the hinge of Kurt's jaw, open-mouthed and wet and then grins a little goofily as Kurt looks back to meet his eyes.

But that smile falters a little at Kurt's question, his tone and suggestion making every nerve in Blaine's body sieze all over again.

"Oh Jesus," he groans, hips jerking to thrust upward again as his cock throbs. 'Are you- do you want that?" There's something so inherently dirty about the idea, almost derogatory, but Blaine can't deny how hot Kurt would look with come clinging to his eyelashes, mouth wet and open for him. He shudders out another rough breath. "You'd be okay with that?"

Blaine's sudden thrust has Kurt crying out all over again, a gasp catching in his throat as he feels his spent cock pulse yet again, and it's too much, the sensation is too much — and yet, Kurt likes it all too well, his entire body shuddering until he's able to get a handle on himself again, head falling back to rest on Blaine's shoulder. He shoots the camcorder a look, gaze lingering and dark before he turns to brush the bridge of his nose along the line of Blaine's jaw, pressing against the skin and breathing deep.

"Yeah," he nods, motion careful and limited. "Yeah, I want you to come on me. Mark me as yours, Blaine. I think it'd be so, so hot... suck you first, make it feel so good for you." Carefully, Kurt nudges his hips, sliding himself off Blaine's cock and inhaling sharply at the sense of loss, clenching fast around air. Sliding down to his knees, Kurt slides his arms over Blaine's thighs, smoothing over the skin and staring up in wonder.

"Please, Blaine? Can I? Wanna help you come," he begs, tone purposely coy. "Want your cock in my mouth."

Kurt's sliding off him before Blaine can even think to offer up any sort of argument. Though, honestly, he doesn't particularly want to try talking Kurt out of this anyway. Cool air brushes over his overheated skin, making him shiver as Kurt slowly drops to his knees and, for the first time this evening, Blaine feels a little exposed, all too aware of the camera pointed at them, at the view it must have him reclining naked against the couch, legs spread and his cock rock hard between his thighs, glistening still with lube.

But distraction comes quick in the form of Kurt kneeling up between his legs, hands sliding up his thighs as he leans in. Instinctively, Blaine rests his hands on Kurt's arms and slides down lower, head ducked to stare at the flush of red creeping up Kurt's neck, the shine of sweat on his skin and dark grey of his eyes.

"God, yeah," he finally manages, one hand reaching to comb into Kurt's hair, tugging gently, guiding. "Suck me, Kurt. Make me come. Make me come all over you."

Still happy and sated after his release, Kurt finds his movements to be all the more fluid, heavy and languid as he leans forward to lick curiously at the tip of Blaine's cock, exhaling in satisfaction at the sharp tug of his grip in Kurt's hair. There's hardly a pause at all before Kurt pushes forward properly, keeping his lips drawn tight around Blaine's cock as he immediately takes it in as far as it can go, cheeks hollowing out as he starts to suck, the noises loud and impossible to miss. The lube that remains on Blaine's cock doesn't taste all that appealing, but the mixture of precome and that indescribable, heady hint of himself on Blaine's skin is irresistible nonetheless, Kurt sucking with renewed fervor and letting out a soft, boneless groan.

Not wanting to stop there, he quickly wraps a hand around the rest of Blaine's cock, before letting his free arm reach higher, fingernails kneading against Blaine's chest and finding his nipple, giving it a sharp pinch. His moans only increase in volume when the thought belatedly hits him, that even though he can't see how Blaine reacts right now, he'll have it all captured on tape.

He needs to make this good.

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