likesboys | you make me feel like a virgin

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.

As Kurt settles back into the couch, Blaine tries repositioning the tripod, dragging it closer and lowering its position. He doesn't notice Kurt's flagrant teasing until he shifts to check the viewfinder on the camera and refocuses, his breath catching at the sight of Kurt stretched out and jerking himself slowly.

"You're playing unfairly," he remarks with a low growl, though he can't fight the grin that tugs at his lips. Trying to keep his eyes on the task, Blaine resolutely focuses his attention back on the camera, his smile wavering when he realizes that it's not going to achieve what Kurt's really going for now matter where he puts it.

Glancing back at Kurt, he chews on his lip for a moment, gaze trailing down the long stretch of his boyfriend's abdomen before he's struck with an idea.

He smiles then, a bright flash before quickly turning off the camera and detaching it from the tripod. "I have an idea," he says, walking back to the couch as he fits his hand into the little handle holster of the camcorder and kneels onto the cushions between Kurt's spread legs. "Going to need some help from you though."

"I'm doing exactly what you did earlier," Kurt replies, his words thin through bated breath as his back arches, lifting off of the couch cushions as he indulges in a tighter squeeze than before, gasping briefly before smoothing down the precome that beads at the tip of his cock. "Except with fewer layers. But I'm only taking your advice there."

When he feels the couch dipping underneath Blaine's weight, Kurt sighs and legs go of himself at last, his cock hard and curving up towards his abdomen as he pushes onto his elbows and stares over at Blaine, eyes wide and watchful. Blaine has the camcorder strapped around his hand, and suddenly Kurt can't help the flush that spreads over him at the idea of just how closely the view must be zoomed in.

Oh god. All of his imperfections are completely up for show. And he finds himself suddenly wishing he'd hit the gym more often.

"Isn't this supposed to wait until the first night of our honeymoon?" Kurt jokes, tilting his head curiously. "But, okay. What kind of help do you need?"

Kurt's tone is teasing and Blaine shoots him a small smirk even as he pinches lightly at Kurt's inner thigh, nestling closer once more.

"Well, I'm going to be able to use one hand like this," he says, turning the camera back on and readjusting the zoom and focus again to make sure he's not too close. His face heats a little at the thought of what they're about to do, at how much he'll be able to capture from this close up. "So I'm gonna need some uh... assistance with balance and stuff. Positioning. That kind of thing."

Checking the viewfinder, he aims the lens at Kurt's face, grinning at the expression Kurt's giving him already before lowering it down his neck and chest and belly, settling for a long moment on the hard, thick curve of Kurt's cock resting there. Going by impulse, he reaches down with his free hand to take Kurt's cock then, stroking him from base to tip and barely biting back a groan as he swipes his thumb over the tip. "God, you are so, so hot," he murmurs, making sure to capture the gleam of precome that beads from the tip.

"You need a good, long, hard look in the mirror," Kurt groans, voice low and gravelly as his hips arch off the couch to press his cock through the tight squeeze of Blaine's fingers. Gradually, he picks up his pace, both arms thrown over the curve of the armrest as he pants, heat spooled tight in his abdomen. Head falling to the side, Kurt's eyes slide to a close, a small element of performance to his actions, but there's no faking his interest as he buries a muffled moan against the cushion of the couch. "Because if you saw yourself, you'd realize that you are so much more attractive. So much. Shit, Blaine, I really want you to fuck me again. Tell me what I need to do."

Toes curling, Kurt pushes the point of his heel down the line of the couch, fabric pursing under the weight.

It's intoxicating, the way Kurt arches and lengthens and puts himself on display for Blaine. He's sure it's partly the camera, partly the instinct Kurt has within him to perform and Blaine can't fight the grin that plays at his lips as a result. He continues filming his hand on Kurt's cock for a long moment, taking in the way Kurt's abdomen caves and clenches in the background with each stroke, the coarse nestle of hair low at the root and the delicious, tight swell of his balls.

And Kurt is begging him beautifully, too, his voice a high, gorgeous whine as he rocks his hips up into Blaine's fist in a slow, easy rhythm.

"Are you laying on the lube?" he asks, jostling a little as he tries to shift his weight on his knees, his hand releasing Kurt's cock to slide down his inner thigh, encouraging him gently. "You're probably still loose, but it couldn't hurt to make sure."

Plus, as he's sure Kurt can guess, he wants to get it on video.

"I know what you're doing, Blaine Anderson," Kurt accuses playfully, sighing as he stops arching up into Blaine's palm for a moment, instead reaching to the side for the bottle of lube, flipping open the top and pouring a fair amount into his palm. Slicking it over his fingers to warm it up, Kurt then reaches down, fingers slicking along the cleft of his ass before pushing two fingers in at once.

With a slight gasp, Kurt glances up at Blaine, his expression almost coquettish. "Baby, I'm going to be so tight for you," he whines, knowing that he needs to be stretched out a bit more for Blaine's cock. "I'm tight around two fingers already, oh, oh god." Shutting his eyes, Kurt pants a little as he fucks his fingers in, swift and deep.

Kurt moves quicker than he's expecting, slicking up two fingers as Blaine continues to film him, his own hand smoothing to rest low on Kurt's thigh. His gaze flits away from the viewfinder to catch Kurt's face, not missing the sly little grin on his lips as he starts fingering himself.

Swallowing tightly, Blaine glances again at what he's filming, zooming in just a bit to get a better view of Kurt's slick fingers disappearing inside himself. He can't get too deep, but it's enough to make Blaine groan with arousal, reaching forward with his free hand push gently at Kurt's balls, clearing the view. "God, I can't wait for you to see this," he murmurs, his thumb sliding down to graze over lube-slick and swollen skin as Kurt shoves his fingers in deep again. "It's so fucking hot, Kurt. So hot."

Eyes widening as Blaine pulls closer to take greater control, Kurt's breath grows shallow at the soft press of Blaine's fingers, nudging against his skin, a small sensation that nonetheless has Kurt's hips bucking closer. He hastens his pace, thrusting his fingers quickly into his hole, whining through the effort — his fingers aren't quite as thick as Blaine's, not able to curve quite as well, not able to hit that spot just a couple inches further.

"How many times do I need to point out that I don't turn myself on?" Kurt gasps, whimpering as he draws closer to Blaine, staring up with wide, pleading eyes. "Blaine, please, I need you, I need you so much. Want you, I only want you."

"You're not seeing what I'm seeing," Blaine points out, still a little breathless as brushes his thumb down lower to touch just the rim of Kurt's hole, the point right where Kurt's fingers are still buried deep inside himself.

But there's no denying Kurt's desperate little whine, the want in his tone striking him to the bone as he glances up to see Kurt staring at him with wide, hungry eyes. "Okay," he breathes with a tight nod, still filming as his free hand loosely wraps around Kurt's wrist and pulls his fingers out slowly. "Think you can slick me up now?" He shifts his knees closer still and again reaches for the bottle of lube.

Groaning as he feels himself clenching around nothing, Kurt lets out a small breath before pushing himself up onto his knees, wiping his hand hastily on his own thigh before snaking his arms forward, wrapping them around Blaine's waist and pressing a slow, firm kiss to Blaine's lips. There's little chance of getting steady footage from this angle, but Kurt finds himself uncaring for the moment, pressing insistent kisses against Blaine's mouth and speckling them along the curve of his lower lip. As tight as his nerves are wound, it's this closeness that Kurt yearns for the most, a soft intimacy that he falls back to at the end of the day.

"Allow me," he says with a smile, easing the bottle out of Blaine's hand and popping the top, pouring a considerable amount of lube into his own palm and warming it while Kurt's kisses drag further along Blaine's cheek. "Look at you, so hard for me. You want me, babe? Wanna mess me?"

Smiling against Blaine's face, Kurt glances quickly down before stroking once, firmly, down the length of Blaine's erection. "Gorgeous," Kurt murmurs, gaze lingering on Blaine's cock, eyes clouding over at the sight of it, hard and flushed.

Kurt moves faster than Blaine's prepared for, surprise making him laugh against Kurt's mouth as he leans in for a kiss, arms wrapped tight around Blaine's waist. By necessity, Blaine holds the camera out away from them, pointed somewhat awkwardly though he can't really bring himself to care at the moment focused as he is on Kurt's mouth pressing quick kisses to his lips and cheek.

And there's a mischievous little lilt in Kurt's tone as he takes the lube from Blaine's other hand, dark and coy in a way that makes his blood sing. He doesn't fight the groan that pushes free before he nods his answer. "God, yeah. Can't wait to be inside you again."

His hips punch forward as Kurt drags a hand along his length before he pulls back finally just enough to point the camera down between them. It feels different watching it through the little view screen, feels somehow dirtier and sexier as Kurt coats him thoroughly. "Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, that feels good." His free hand reaches up then to curl in the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, holding on tight as he rocks his hips forward into the circle of Kurt's hips.

Normally, Kurt might be too impatient to have Blaine pressing inside him to pay too much attention to spreading the lube over Blaine's erection, but encouraged as he is by the camera focused between the two of them, Kurt does his best to please Blaine in those few seconds, squeezing smoothly from base to tip and running his fingers steadily over Blaine's heated skin. With regular, measured strokes, Kurt focuses on Blaine with a furrowed brow, lips parted slightly in concentration before his forehead drops down to the curve of Blaine's shoulder.

"Yeah," he murmurs, breathless. "That feel good, Blaine? How much do you want me? It's like you can't wait to fuck right into my ass, can't wait to come in me again. Feels good when you fill me up, doesn't it?"

Turning his head, Kurt presses a wet kiss against the side of Blaine's neck, brushing it down and sweeping near his clavicle. "I want you so bad," he shudders, fingers still circling around Blaine, even as Kurt begins to lower his weight slightly, eyes dark as they watch for Blaine's reaction.

Soft hair tickles Blaine's shoulder as Kurt drops against him and Blaine's hand slides down the front of Kurt's chest, stopping low enough to brush a thumb against Kurt's nipple as he lets out another high, breathy moan, hips stuttering forward under Kurt's touch. His toes start to curl as the pleasure builds, sparked even hotter by the whisper of Kurt's lips against his neck and the dark promise in his words as Blaine's head lolls to the side.

"Ohhh. God, okay," he manages after a moment longer, forcing himself under control as he drops his free hand to Kurt's wrist, stilling him. Taking a moment to swallow and then suck in a deep breath, he finally lifts his head, meeting Kurt's eyes and pushes himself off the couch to his feet.

Camera still pointed at Kurt, he nudges the table away with his foot and nods down at the empty space he's cleared. "On your knees, maybe?" he says, still wanting to be sure Kurt's with him on this, at every step. "Facing the couch?"

There's something about following Blaine's directions that sends a thrill down Kurt's spine as he points a shy, mischievous smile Blaine's way. Slowly, he climbs down off of the couch, arms splayed over the seat cushions as he bends over the edge of the furniture, back arched with an almost feline grace as he arches his ass in Blaine's direction. Briefly, he skims one hand over the cleft of his ass, feeling himself, swollen and loose.

"Like this?" he asks, weaving as much innocence into his voice as he can, eyes wide and watchful as Blaine pulls closer. "I feel... hot. So hot, Blaine, feel like everything's just too tight, feel too empty. Want you inside."

With a soft exhale, Kurt finally drops his face down to the cushions of the couch, pressing his cheek against the corner as his hips stutter, nearly rocking into the couch, but carefully held still and ready for Blaine.

"Please."

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