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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.

Kurt doesn't waste any time at all, spreading Blaine's thighs wide before licking just the tip and then sinking down, quick and smooth and easy. Immediately, Blaine's toes curl in the carpet as every muscle in his body draws tight, hips jerking as he struggles to keep himself from rolling his hips upward and sinking into the perfect heat of Kurt's mouth.

"Oh my god," he groans, not holding anything back as he reaches one hand up to rest over Kurt's wrist as it slides up his chest. His other fingers stay tangled in Kurt's hair, tugging lightly. He does his best to watch, head lolling as the pleasure only gets sharper by the second, muscles in his thighs and butt clenching as Kurt squeezes and licks and sucks. He isn't going to last long, he can tell that already, and he's proven right only seconds later when Kurt's nails scratch his skin just right and his tongue flickers in that one perfect way.

"Kurt," he whines, tugging more harshly at his hair. "Kurt, I'm-- Now. Now."

There's something indescribably marvelous about turning another person on, about being so actively responsible for their pleasure. Kurt can feel Blaine writhing under the press of his hand, can practically feel Blaine's groans coursing over his skin, and it only makes him increase his fervor as he sucks, managing to take Blaine's cock even through the times Blaine's hips buck just a little. He wants to be good — to be perfect, and soon enough he starts moaning in time with Blaine, feeling a stubborn pooling of heat lower on his own body, his heart racing—

—and when Blaine starts to tug sharply at Kurt's hair, Kurt almost lets out a whimper of protest, but obligingly pulls off and waits, eyes lidded but gaze directed up at Blaine as his lips remain parted, wet and willing. It isn't long before Blaine comes, streaking over Kurt's face, and Kurt sighs when he feels the warmth against his skin, a minute amount landing in his mouth that he immediately tongues out with a small hum.

For a second, Blaine's almost certain Kurt's going to choose to swallow. And he can't say he'd really mind that at all; there's something deliciously dirty about Kurt doing that, drinking him down and licking him clean. And it always feels nothing short of incredible. But Kurt does sit back, making Blaine gasp as cool air brushes over him and he disentangles his fingers from Kurt's hair to take himself in hand, quickly jerking himself to climax, gasping as it washes over him, his eyes wide to take in the way his come hits Kurt's cheeks and nose and eyebrows, dripping to cling to his eyebrows in milky streaks.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, still stroking himself through the waves of pleasure before rocking forward enough to drag the tip of his cock along Kurt's bottom lip, smearing another trail. "Fuck, fuck, you are so hot. So hot. Oh my god. Kurt."

For the most part, the feel of the come isn't much of a surprise as Kurt blinks his eyes open cautiously, careful to make sure that none of it threatens to slip between his lashes. It's warm, and for the moment, fairly fluid as it drips down Kurt's face. But what he didn't anticipate was the scent of Blaine being so strong, stronger even than when he opts to swallow Blaine's come, and Kurt takes a slow, measured breath to take it in. Only a couple of seconds pass before Blaine's pressing the tip of his cock to Kurt's lower lip, and Kurt lets him trace the line for a while before leaning forward to suck further at the tip of Blaine's dick, swallowing what little come is released at the end of Blaine's climax.

It's absolutely filthy, all of it, and Kurt's movements become that much smoother and coy as a result, an unabashed grin on his face as he lets a finger draw through the streaks, sucking at the tip.

"Not half as hot as you are," he points out softly, nestling fully between Blaine's thighs and letting out a small, pleased hum.

Kurt's mouth somehow feels even hotter as he wraps his lips just over the head of Blaine's over-sensitive dick and Blaine shudders all over again, his strangled groan melting into a laugh before Kurt releases him once more.

"Mmm, liar," he murmurs, pleasure still rolling all through him in quiet waves as he waits for his breathing to resume its normal cadence. He can't tear his gaze away from Kurt's face, taking in each streak of white, the way his lashes clump together and his lips glisten. It's easily the dirtiest and the hottest thing Blaine's ever seen and he lets out a low, pleased growl as he gathers the motivation necessary to lean forward, one hand sliding down around the back of Kurt's neck as he leans down to steal a deep, messy, thorough kiss. It's sticky and messy and wet and Blaine loves it his cheek smeared with his own come as he pulls away to duck down to draw his tongue up Kurt's jaw, biting lightly right below his ear.

"I'm being completely honest," Kurt breathes, eyes fluttering closed when Blaine's lips travel up the line of his jaw and letting out a soft moan when Blaine's teeth scrape lightly under his ear. Suddenly, he's aware of how much his body has cooled, a soft heat still lingering under the skin while the surface cools down drastically. With a shiver, he tugs back just enough to climb onto the couch, straddling Blaine as his arms reach out to loop around Blaine's shoulders. A small smile tells him that some part of the come on his face is starting to dry, and it only makes him laugh further.

"How is it that I ended up completely covered in come and you look absolutely perfect?" he asks, wrinkling his nose at the tacky stickiness all over his own abdomen. "Like, you're looking fit enough for a photoshoot. I must look ridiculous."

Blaine's laugh is muffled a little against Kurt's neck as Kurt crawls back onto the couch, straddling Blaine once more, though this time they're face to face. He takes the opportunity to taste a little lower down Kurt's chest, salty skin flooding his senses as his hands curve over Kurt's hips and then smooth upward, greedily pulling him closer.

"Oh, trust me, you look fit for a photoshoot yourself," he says, voice teasing before he bites lightly at the skin just next to Kurt's left nipple.

Grinning, he pulls back again, one hand sliding inward to graze along Kurt's belly, the skin there tacky and damp with Kurt's come as his other hand reaches up to further swipe come away from Kurt's eyes. "Luckily, we do have that handy camera all set up."

Kurt throws his head back, spine arched as Blaine's mouth draws closer to his nipple and letting out a small whine of approval. Somehow, impossibly, every move of Blaine's manages to make him feel sexier still, worshiped even, and when Blaine pulls back with a cheeky grin, Kurt returns one of his own as he reaches out with both arms to thread his fingers through Blaine's hair. Mussing it and encouraging the curls, Kurt leans forward to capture Blaine's lips again, sucking on Blaine's lower lip and pressing his hips closer, until their skin presses flush. Already, he's starting to get hard again, slower this time than the last but still flushed with interest as Kurt leans down to bite at the corner of Blaine's jaw.

"You're so gorgeous," Kurt murmurs, leaning back for a second before sweeping his tongue deeper between Blaine's lips, tasting him, massaging Blaine's skin down from his neck to his shoulders. "And I am so, so crazily in love with you, Blaine. Feel safe with you. Feel loved, feel sexy. You spoil me rotten and I don't want it to ever stop."

"Mmm," Blaine responds, humming into Kurt's mouth as the kiss deepens, his hands sliding down Kurt's throat and then along his collarbone before spanning his chest. Every inhale fills Blaine's lungs with the heavy scent of sweat and come and sex, heady and intoxicating. It sits thick and salty on his tongue too, melting into the sweet taste of Kurt's mouth the longer they kiss.

His teeth tug at Kurt's bottom lip as he pulls away a little, releasing playfully as his hands smooth down to curl over his hips once more, groaning as he feels Kurt already hardening against him. "I spoil you with sex, is that what you're saying?" he asks, gently rocking his hips upward as he slips one hand down to lightly graze his fingers along Kurt's cock.

Pursing his lips in complaint, Kurt draws in a shuddered breath before smacking Blaine's hand with a raised brow, less to dissuade him, more in protest. "I don't know whether to tell you not to grow so much of an ego," Kurt considers, rolling his hips slightly and pushing more of his weight onto his knees as he presses his stiffening erection against Blaine's hand, "or to scold you for twisting my words into nothing but sex." Looping his arms loosely over Blaine's shoulders, Kurt shyly tilts his head, nudging his lips against Blaine's, pressing small, almost feather-light kisses against the curve of his mouth.

"You know what I mean, though," he says more quietly, letting one hand drag down until his finger traces along the line of Blaine's collarbone, a smile tugging at the feel of heated, damp skin. "I just think we really appreciate each other. We fit one another."

Blaine groans as Kurt further shifts in his lap, pressing forward, his slowly thickening cock brushing against Blaine's fingers with every light stroke. Blaine's other hand smooths around to rest low on Kurt's ass, squeezing the soft flesh there and drawing him closer still.

"I know what you mean," he replies, quiet and lost a little as Kurt continues, fingers dragging along Blaine's collarbone and making him shiver. His grin widens slowly, his own fingers idly slipping down the crack of Kurt's ass, gentle and just a little teasing. "My missing puzzle piece," he murmurs, turning his head enough to brush lips again lips against. His voice dips into sing-song then, more sincere than joking as he sings, "I'm complete."

The use of those lyrics stops Kurt in his tracks as he gazes at Blaine, pulling back slightly and letting his palms slide up to Blaine's cheeks, resting them there. It's impossible to describe just how much he loves Blaine, impossible to put into words how desperately he wants for this to be forever, how happy he is that they can live together and still get along as well as they do. Every passing day erases his fears bit by bit — the fear that he ought to be more careful, the fear that they're so young and so inexperienced, that they shouldn't turn to one another for the reason of comfort alone. But this goes beyond that, Kurt thinks. He just can't imagine being happier, or more complete.

"I love you," he murmurs, breath fanning out over Blaine's lips. "I love you, I love you." Kurt peppers light kisses against Blaine's lips, insistent and fleeting. "I know it's selfish, but I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't shown up here. I don't."

Every kiss makes Blaine's smile widen bit by bit until he's laughing soft, gentle puffs of air against Kurt's lips that melt into another soft moan. Their noses are somewhat smooshed together with how close they are, Kurt's skin still a little tacky with drying come, still heavy with the scent of sex and Blaine gentle curls the fingers of his own hand around Kurt's cock, indulging in a selfish, slow stroke.

"You would've been fine," he says, quiet but sure as his palm slides over the head of Kurt's dick. "You'd have Lisbeth and Neil and Katniss. You might've even... I mean, this place isn't like Lima. It's not New York or West Hollywood or anything either, but it's still better. Easier."

He bites back the impulse to admit that he doesn't like thinking about that. However much Kurt may remember of the Blaine back home, the one he fell in love with first, this Blaine can't help the little twinge of panic in his belly at the idea that he could've been too late. Because he may not have been expecting this when he first arrived, but he can't fathom being without it now. Without moments just like this one and all the other quieter and domestic ones, too. Once upon a time, he used to dream of being in love, of finding someone as utterly perfect for him as this beautiful boy. Sometimes it's still difficult for him to believe it's a reality.

"Shhh," Kurt shushes Blaine quietly, leaning in and pressing the bridge of his nose against Blaine's cheek, one palm brushing down Blaine's bare chest. He can hear the implication in Blaine's words, all the more resonant for how much Kurt feels them himself. He has no doubt that Blaine could have been dating someone else by now, especially if Kurt had kept his mouth shut as he originally planned. Shaking his head, he presses another kiss to Blaine's lips, closer to the corner of his mouth, suppressig a small sigh. "No. You're the only one I want. The only one I've really ever wanted. You're a part of me now. I might have had friends still if you weren't around, but you're the only one I trust completely."

With a soft whimper, Kurt presses his erection more closely against Blaine's palm, feeling a thrill pass down his chest and a warmth settle low in his belly at Blaine's touch, gentle but sure. "God, Blaine," he breathes, movements stuttering a little more as Kurt suppresses the impulse to rut roughly against Blaine, yearning for friction.

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