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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.

Kurt's kisses are feather light, little more than soft brushes of air against Blaine's cheek and then his lips and then the corner of his mouth, each of them matching his quiet whispers. Blaine can only whimper in reply, melting into the warmth all around them as he continues leisurely stroking Kurt from base to tip. Soon, he can feel Kurt starting to tremble a little more, can feel the way he's holding back from rocking his hips forward into his palm.

Blaine slides his other hand down to Kurt's thigh, gripping a little tighter before sliding it back and around to the firm, delicious curve of his ass as he lets out a quiet sigh.

"This will sound horrible, but I'm glad for it," he says, his own words a whispered confession against Kurt's lips. "That you didn't find someone else, I mean. Before I got here. I'm so glad I got the chance."

All at once, Kurt smiles, wide and bright against Blaine's whispered admission. As much as he wants to reassure Blaine, remind him of how much Kurt loves being there, loves Blaine beyond all reason, there's something about being cherished that settles warm in his heart. Being with Blaine like this, with his hands wide and brushing over his skin, gentle yet firm, makes Kurt feel as though he belongs, more so than with anyone else he's known.

"You're the only one for me, Blaine," Kurt says with a soft laugh, a puff of breath as he groans, Blaine's hold sending sparks up his spine as he leans forward, resting more of his weight against Blaine's forehead as he gasps, mind swimming and his nerves slowly, achingly being drawn tight. "All I need is you. To make you mine. God, you take my breath away every time."

Letting his eyes flutter to a close, Kurt stifles a whimper, working his hips into a slow, steady rhythm as he grinds against Blaine, cheeks quickly flushing a deep pink.

Kurt's voice is a little breathier now, words melting into groans as Blaine keeps his strokes slow and even, relishing the feel of Kurt so hot and hard in his hand as well as the way Kurt's thighs tremble with every little wave of pleasure.

Tipping his head a little further, Blaine brushes another kiss to Kurt's lips, though it's not much more than a breath as he squeezes around Kurt's cock gently. "Every time?" he asks, his voice soft and teasing, his other hand still grazing down Kurt's ass, fingertips dragging down his crack. "And I am yours. I'm all yours. As long as you want me."

"Forever, then," Kurt concludes, pressing his forehead to Blaine's once more, occasionally nudging himself forward to lick along the line of Blaine's lip as he shudders, feeling desire coil hot in his abdomen with every stroke. Blaine's movements are sinuously slow, and they leave Kurt aching for how carefully the pressure builds, too many sensations cresting around him before he leans in quickly, sucking sharply under Blaine's jaw and gasping when another stroke of Blaine's palm has his cock twitching in interest.

Pressing his ass back against Blaine's fingers, Kurt continues to pepper kisses down the side of Blaine's neck, grazing his teeth against Blaine's collarbone with a stifled moan. "D'you wanna fuck me again?" he asks, a soft keen in his voice. "I want you so much."

The hard press of Kurt's lips against his neck pull a groan from Blaine's chest, his eyes slipping closed as he respondes with another thorough stroke of his hand. He can feel Kurt' winding tighter, can sense how good it feels for him already and at the question, his own cock twitches, trapped as it is between them.

"Yes," he confesses, a rushed exhale of want. His finger slides lower to rest at the rim of Kurt's hole, feeling how loose and wet he is still with lube with gentle circular movements. "Do you- how do you want it? How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Tell me."

A soft whine falls from Kurt's lips as he shifts closer to Blaine's body, arms wrapping around to Blaine's back and nails dragging down planes of muscle, delighted every time they jump under his touch. He sucks faster, harder at Blaine's collarbone, pulling back only to ensure that he's left a visible mark there, gaze darkening at the sight of it. That the marks will fade is no problem at all — it'll only offer an excuse to make more.

"Want to be on my back," he breathes, whimpering at the feel of Blaine's fingers against his hole. Kurt relaxes himself, nudging further against the press, showing how loose and ready he still is. "So that you can kiss me. So that I can see your face when you come. Want you to come in me, Blaine."

Blaine can't see the mark Kurt's left behind, but he knows it's there and he's already looking forward to catching sight of it in the mirror later, dark and red. He'll be able to cover it up easily enough with a high collar so he can still be seen in public he knows already how often he'll press on it over his shirt, the bruise reminding him again and again who he belongs to.

His eyes flutter open again as Kurt breathes his answer against Blaine's neck. "Okay," he says with a whisper, nodding as his fingers give one last grazing down Kurt's crack before pulling back. Hands moving to rest on Kurt's hips, he encourages Kurt to slide off his lap, briefly catching sight of the camera still aimed in their direction. He'd nearly forgotten all about it and the reminder sends another sharp thrill down his spine as he glances up at Kurt.

"Should we move the camera?" he asks, remember how Kurt had said he wants to see what it looks like when Blaine's fucking into him. As it is, it probably won't get the best angle.

Resisting the displeased sigh that threatens to leave his lips at the nudge of Blaine's hands — unwilling to part even at his own suggestion — Kurt climbs off and settles back on the couch, limbs sprawled over the length of it, stance lazy. "Please," he replies in response to Blaine's question, not bothering to lift a single finger as his lips curve in a grin, enjoying the sight of Blaine completely naked and getting to his feet, the profile of his ass clear in the process.

Kurt stifles a laugh for all of a second before he settles his own hand around his cock, eyes fluttering shut as he gives himself a long, slow stroke, moaning in relief as his head tilts back on the armrest.

"Blaine," he murmurs before breathing in a sharp intake of air, his entire body shifting, melting against the cushions as his hips lift slightly off of the sofa, hand quickening slightly in pace. "Hurry up."

Blaine's not being especially slow, honestly — but even in little ways, Kurt enjoys trying to exercise a little control.

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