likesboys | you make me feel like a virgin

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."

"Jesus," Blaine breathes, low and aching as he swiftly drops to his knees, glad for the carpet that cushions the landing as his one hand smooths up the back of Kurt's thigh, helping to hold him wide. Kurt looks almost obscene like this, so blatantly sexual that Blaine's almost surprised he hasn't vibrated out of his skin from arousal.

Holding his breath, Blaine slides his hand higher to graze a finger over Kurt's wet, open hole, the skin there swollen and red. Enthralled, he dips the tip just inside, tugging lightly at the rim, and making sure to capture every second on film as Kurt's back bends and arches. Unable to help himself, he leans forward then, touching his lips to the dip of Kurt's spine, kissing a line downward. He isn't sure how much of it he's getting on film, if any, but he also can't bring himself to care completely, not with Kurt bent over and spread open right in front of him.

He slips his finger free then to grab a handful of Kurt's ass before scraping his teeth lightly over smooth, soft skin and growls faintly. "You are so fucking hot like this," he murmurs, voice pitched low as he presses closer, his cock nudging the back of Kurt's thigh. "All loose and wet and open for me. You want it so bad, don't you, Kurt? You want me to fill you up with my cock?"

Even though Kurt anticipates every moment of this, having his body practically worshiped by Blaine once he drops down to his knees, he can't help but gasp at the feel of Blaine's finger tugging at his hole. Lips parting with a stuttered moan, Kurt presses further against the couch, fingers digging into the upholstery as he feels Blaine's teeth scraping against his skin. He shivers at the suggestion of it all, at the sharp control that Blaine exercises, seemingly heightened for the performance aspect.

Or maybe Kurt's managed to turn Blaine on more than usual, he thinks to himself, letting out a soft, rolling purr as he nods against the cushions.

"Want you so much," Kurt whines, panting as his fingers reach out for Blaine's free hand, weaving them together and tugging Blaine close. "Want your cock in me, need you, I'm a-all open, just for you. Blaine, please. Do anything for you, wanna be stretched out by your thick cock. Fuck."

Their fingers briefly tangled, Blaine arches forward, his dick jerking against the soft skin of Kurt's inner thigh and his other hand shaking slightly. He can already imagine how terrible this footage is going to be, shaky and out of focus like a pornographic version of Cloverfield or something.

Pulling in a slow breath, Blaine tries to take a moment to calm himself and then gently eases his fingers free of Kurt's grip to take hold of himself. He points the camera downward, checking the view screen as he nudges the tip of his dick against Kurt's hole, teasing more than anything. He can actually see Kurt clenching, the muscle tightening as Blaine presses a little more insistently before backing off again. "Fuck, I can't wait for you to see this," he says, his words little more than a whisper as he smears a dribble of precome around the rim and presses forward again. "To watch how you take me, how it looks when I slide into you."

They've been together often enough that Kurt knows what to expect, knows the way Blaine feels when he's just barely pressed against Kurt's entrance, knows the warmth of Blaine as he pulls close. His body reacts without thinking, clenching just barely, not too much for Blaine to press through, but just enough to drive him a little crazy. Just enough to make Blaine work for it. Kurt lets out a soft moan, a little frustrated under the weight of the camera and through Blaine's teasing, and he looks over his shoulder as best as he can, gaze commanding.

"C'mon then," he breathes, voice low and hoarse. "Fuck me, Blaine. I want to see your cock when it slides into me, want to feel you stretching me. Don't be a tease. You'll drive me mad."

Noting the shift of muscle as Kurt looks back over his shoulder, Blaine glances up to meet his eyes, barely fighting a knowing grin at the look Kurt's shooting him. He's resonating impatience, a gorgeous, dirty need shaking all through him before Blaine turns his attention back to the camcorder's view screen.

"Think I'm pretty much already there," he says, more than a little smug even as he decides to finally give Kurt what he wants. The first push is difficult, the natural resistance of Kurt's body a familiar barrier. But he doesn't stop, biting back a groan as he watches the tip of his cock breach the tight ring of muscle. "God, how are you always so tight?" he asks, his free hand smoothing to spread Kurt's cheek as he keeps pushing, sliding in bit by bit before stilling halfway in to catch his breath.

"Shut up," Kurt mutters, his entire face flushing even more in response to the embarrassment. Not that he's particularly embarrassed about how much he wants Blaine, a deep and constant ache that settles deep in his stomach whenever the both of them are close, but there's something about capturing it on camera that feels different. Kurt just wants to show off his good side. Wants Blaine only ever to see his best side.

Something like that.

But before Kurt can protest any further, Blaine starts to push inside him, earning a desperate gasp from Kurt as he rushes to grab at the edge of the couch, shuddering precariously. "Fuck. Fuck, Blaine, oh my god," he groans, driving his hips back slightly when Blaine comes to a stop. "You're so thick, love how you fuck me open. God, yes."

"Fuck," Blaine groans, still struggling to keep still as Kurt arches back against him, needy and so, so gorgeous. His hand smoothing down Kurt's sides to curl around his hipbone as he pulls in a shaky breath and then finally rolls his hips, sliding in deeper, not stopping until he's fully seated. And it's so good, so perfect, just like always.

Ignoring the camera in his hand for the moment, Blaine leans forward to press a kiss to the curve of Kurt's shoulder, lips lingering as he breathes, pulling his hips back and then shoving forward again. "Oh god," he groans, still bent forward, pure need driving him. "God, I love you. I love you. Unnngh."

Drawing in a quick, shuddering breath when Blaine thrusts in quickly and to the hilt, Kurt moans at the spread of warmth down the length of his back, heart aching for how close Blaine is to his body. Even though this position doesn't give them as many chances to kiss each other, and even though Kurt longs deeply to see Blaine's expression, there's something about having him surrounding Kurt from all sides that leaves Kurt feeling safe. Loved. Cherished. Kurt leans his head back when Blaine murmurs against his shoulder, far enough to lean his head lightly against Blaine's, and on a whim, he throws one arm back for good measure, fingers weaving in Blaine's hair and tugging.

"Love you so much," he breathes, air hitching in his lungs halfway through the words. "Love you, Blaine, oh god. Fuck. Babe, yes. Yes, fuck." He throws his hips further back, grinding against the cut of Blaine's hips.

"Blaine."

"Kurt," Blaine groans in answer, pushing himself up a little as he pulls his hips back, far enough that he slips free of Kurt's body.

Reaching down to realign himself, he focuses the camera and eases in again, teasing a little more this time, sliding in slow and gradual as he fights back a moan. He judges his pull back better the next time, stopping with just the head of his cock still inside and then thrusts in quick and deep, his hand curling around the jut of Kurt's hip once more. They fit so perfectly like this, the swell of Kurt's ass fitting in the cradle of his hips and Blaine grinds in to feel all of it, feel how deep and slick and hot Kurt is all around him and against him. "Oh god, you feel amazing," he murmurs, rolling his hips again, camera still aimed to take in the bow and arch of Kurt's spine with every thrust.

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