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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.

Letting out a slight whimper when Blaine pulls out, Kurt drops his forehead against the cushions of the couch, writhing and panting and only pausing when Blaine starts to line himself up again, pressing against Kurt's hole before it threatens to clench closed. When Blaine reenters, it's far and to the hilt, Kurt letting out a deep groan for the shudder that suddenly passes through his entire body, nerves on fire from the closeness between them. Just the idea of what they're doing, their bodies joined close, is enough for Kurt's face to flush further as he leans his head back, arching.

"Shit, Blaine, I love you so much. I wanna — oh, god," Kurt groans, his voice pitched low. "Fuck me faster, Blaine, harder, I'm — I'm almost there. But I want you to come in me. Really want you to come in me."

Eager to obey Kurt's delicious begging and give him just exactly what he wants, Blaine bites back a whimper and thrusts harder, skin slapping on skin as the grip he has on Kurt's hip tightens.

His other arm is shaking and he has no idea how the picture must look now, but he largely doesn't care. The majority of his focus is entirely on Kurt, on the pitch of his voice and the arch of his back. There's sweat glistening on his skin, a shallow pool of it collecting in the dip of his spine and Blaine's thigh muscles ache even as he increases his speed, fucking in harder, panting desperately. "Can you- can you touch yourself for me? Please, Kurt. Wanna-- I'm close. Wanna make sure it's good-- good for you when I come."

With a shaky touch, Kurt thrusts a hand between the both of them, wrapping tightly around his own cock and letting out an immediate gasp, dropping his forehead to his left hand as it fists against the upholstery. He's already teetering on the edge of climax, and Kurt does his best to keep himself there as long as he can, stroking slow and sure as his mind thrums with pleasure. Everything's too good, from the steady drive of Blaine's cock inside to the sharp smack of skin with every thrust, from the hand tightly wrapped around his hip to his own as he jerks himself off, from the sound of Blaine's gasps to his rough voice cutting through the air.

"Fuck," Kurt exclaims, breath shaking in his throat as he feels himself start to orgasm. "Blaine, Blaine, oh god, I can't, I'm gonna, Blaine—"

Driving his own hips back, Kurt offers his own cock a sudden twist as he starts to come, streaking hot and tightening around Blaine's dick in waves, his entire body shuddering as Kurt's eyes fall to a close and a moan tears from his lips. Everything seems to seize, and his toes curl against the floor as Kurt falls forward a bit, barely keeping himself up with an arm stubbornly pressed against the couch cushions.

He can feel Kurt tightening around him as orgasm nears. His own movements become jerkier, shallow and rough as sweat slides down the center of his back and his hand slips on Kurt's hip. "God, you-- you feel so good, Kurt. So good."

He's given up all hope on holding the camera steady, though he still has it pointed between them, right where his body meets Kurt's, his pelvis pressed to the swell of Kurt's ass where he's buried deep. Grip tightening on the camcorder, he thrusts his hips in harder, deeper, whining and panting out of rhythm. Pleasure coils hot and heavy in the base of his spine, winding tighter until suddenly Kurt seizes beneath him, his shudder sending Blaine off his own cliff, hips bucking forward as he comes, spilling into Kurt with a strangled moan.

He has just enough presence of mind to pull back halfway through his climax, arm shaking as he films another spurt coating the rim of Kurt's hole and streaking up the crease of his ass, clinging to sweat, smooth skin and he groans all over again with how deliciously filthy it looks. "Oh my god," he groans, squeezing out another dribble as he pants raggedly.

Kurt shudders underneath Blaine's hold, eyes wide and cheeks flushed hot as he struggles between the impulse to lean forward and to press back against the expanse of Blaine's chest. In the end, he slumps forward onto the couch, gasping as Blaine fills him and at the warmth that spreads inside. Even though he'd been hesitant at first, having Blaine come inside is something that Kurt enjoys now — it's dirty, filthy, but at once romantic for all that Kurt knows how so few people can enjoy this level of intimacy. For himself and Blaine, they've never had anyone else. Never plan to have anyone else. And so Kurt offers a shaky smile as he catches his breath, one that soon melts into a laugh.

"God, Blaine, you're amazing," he breathes, moaning again as he feels yet another streak of come brushing against his ass, glancing back to catch Blaine's awestruck expression. Struck by sudden inspiration, he grins, lips pressed tight. "You like that?"

Feeling too empty to begin with, it isn't hard for Kurt to clench tight in front of Blaine, and soon he can feel come sliding down his ass, dripping over to his inner thigh. While he hasn't watched all that much porn — mostly, he watches occasionally either to educate himself, or just to laugh at how fake it is — Kurt knows that this is tactic that a lot of people in porn turn to.

He's not quite sure he completely understands the appeal, but it does feel deliciously dirty, a soft whimper slipping from Kurt's lips as he buries his face against the couch cushion, cheeks flushing hot once more.

"Holy fuck."

For a moment, Blaine can't even breathe, his lungs seizing and eyes falling wide as his come drizzles out of Kurt's ass, trailing down his inner thighs. Biting back a groan, Blaine drags the tip of his cock down the trail, shivering from how sensitive he still is as he drags upward to circle Kurt's reddened hole. He has to stop after a moment because it's just too much, and he drags his fingers up to catch the streaks, pushing them back into Kurt's ass. The slide is easy, Kurt's hole loose and slick, and Blaine sinks in like it's nothing, feeling him from the inside.

His fingers are still slick and sticky as he pulls them free and he holds them up for the camera, turning his wrist this way and that before, with a grin, he turns off the camera and sets it aside. Both hands now free, Blaine sits back, his knees and thighs both aching as he skims his hands up the backs of Kurt's thighs. "Are you okay?"

Blaine's touch is a little bit invasive, just a tiny bit too much, and while the thought of it coils deep in Kurt's abdomen and lights a flicker of pleasure, for the most part Kurt feels oversensitive, biting down a hiss before Blaine pulls out and continues to fumble with the camera. Relaxing further against the couch, Kurt takes a moment to clean off his hand on his thigh, then crosses both arms on the seat cushion and waits for Blaine to draw nearer. Once he does, Kurt lets out a soft, pleased hum.

"I'm fine," he breathes, raising a lazy arm to chase after Blaine before Kurt finally relents and turns around, both hands coming to a rest on Blaine's hips. "You did more work than I did, honestly. Although I feel pretty delightfully used. At some point, we may need to repeat that with switched positions."

Kurt turns to rest back against the couch and Blaine resettles, still on his knees, but closer between Kurt's thighs as he leans in, eager for the press of Kurt's lips against his own after too long without.

"We can do that," he says, a quiet murmur before he steals a kiss, humming with the familiar press and taste of Kurt, his hands resting on Kurt's sides. "For now though, that recording is going to give me hours of pleasure. Hours."

He chases after another kiss, lips lingering as he smiles against him, his body buzzing and sated however sticky his skin and sore his muscles may be. "Thank you," he murmurs between one kiss and the next, their noses bumping gently. "You are absolutely incredible, you know that?"

With an extended, content hum against Blaine's lips, Kurt rubs the pads of his thumbs up and against Blaine's temples. He feels sated through his entire body, muscles relaxing even in spite of the ache and burn, and Kurt pushes himself up and off of his knees, arms braced around Blaine's middle to coax him up as well. "Says the one person who outshines me on a regular basis," Kurt murmurs with a light laugh, shaking his head before seeking out a deeper, searching kiss. "I love you. I love sharing everything, crossing off firsts..."

Sighing slightly between his teeth, Kurt groans as he stands up the rest of the way, nose wrinkled at the ache. "Ooh, but hours of pleasure is the least we're owed right now to make this worth it," he jokes, pursing his lips. "Come shower with me? I don't think I've ever been covered in so much of... you."

It's Kurt's kiss more than his tugging hands that draws Blaine to his feet. His hands settle low on Kurt's hips, just resting as he brushes their lips together yet again, lingering even as he laughs at the slight hint of distaste in Kurt's tone.

"Sorry about that," he says though he's really not sorry at all. And he has the feeling Kurt knows it. "I can't wait for you to see what it looks like, though. It's... god, it's so hot, Kurt. So, so hot."

He still hasn't backed away at all, his lips pressed to Kurt's jaw with every murmur, hands smoothing up Kurt's side. Though his coordination is a little shot, he manages to lead Kurt toward the bathroom as he speaks, chuckling when he very nearly runs them both into the wall. "But I promise I'll get you all clean, okay? I've always been very good at cleaning up my messes."

"Or so you say when it's me that you get to wash," Kurt murmurs, dissolving into a laugh as he nearly stumbles, hands grabbing more tightly onto Blaine's arms before he finds sure steps again. "But we've also got a couch to tend to. I knew that couch covers were likely to come in handy, but I didn't realize that its first stains would be... like that."

Turning to press his lips against the hollow of Blaine's cheek once more, Kurt sighs, still sated and content. "Really though, we should have featured more of you in that video. I'm glad that you find me as attractive as you do, but I still think you're the more gorgeous one by far." He pauses to press a kiss against the corner of Blaine's mouth. "And you're the one I'm in love with. I may do a good impression, but I'm no Narcissus. Next time, you'd better be prepared, because I'm going to show you off to the camcorder." Another kiss. "Struggle not to be blindingly turned on in the process." Another. "Probably lose the battle."

"Hey, I still have my priorities," Blaine says with false indignation, nipping lightly at Kurt's jaw as they walk their way into the bathroom.

He relaxes once their through the door, pulling back only after he has Kurt rested up against the sink counter, his hands smoothing down Kurt's sweat-damp skin as he rests against him, hip to hip. There's still a low level arousal coursing through his veins, but it's more warm than distracting and he's perfectly content to just stay close, just touching and breathing and living in the moment as he listens.

Every one of Kurt's kisses makes him smile wider until he's laughing softly with each one, leaning in to steal his own. "We can do that," he concedes, lips pressed right against Kurt's with every murmur. "We can do whatever you want, okay? But I'm making you watch what we filmed tonight first. Every second of it. While I fuck you all over again."

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