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you make me feel like a virgin

By the time Kurt and Blaine manage to stumble through the hall leading up to the entrance of their apartment, Kurt's already half-hard, blood thrumming and pulse racing as he spins Blaine and presses him up against their front door, a soft whine escaping just before he presses a kiss insistently to Blaine's lips. He knows that there's still work to be done — a camcorder to be set up, lighting to be considered — but the mere thought of it has him whimpering as he briefly considers the merits of throwing all of that to the wind.

"I am never again going to suggest anything remotely related to sex unless we're less than thirty seconds from somewhere suitably private," he breathes, hips rocking against Blaine as he locks the door behind them, dipping down and biting at the underside of his jaw. "That was the most uncomfortable walk. And now I need to work up the willpower to even start to care about the camcorder."

He presses a kiss, hot and close, to Blaine's pulse point, sucking lightly at the skin. "God, Blaine, make me care. I should care more about filming that video, right? Because I wanna see what it's like, what it's like when you're fucking me."

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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."

A shiver shoots down Kurt's spine in spite of himself, hot and settling warm in his belly, and even though he's sated to the core, Kurt finds his pulse still racing as he smiles against Blaine's kisses. It's at once remarkable and completely unsurprising that Blaine's come this far since the start of their relationship in Darrow, the both of them fitting better together than perhaps they ever did back in Lima. Living with Blaine has been nothing short of a dream to Kurt, and he sighs with a pleased hum at the mere thought, hands mapping out familiar contours that he never knew quite so perfectly back home.

This time, he's had ample chance to let the details etch themselves in permanently.

"Greedy, greedy," Kurt chides, dipping his chin down with a coy look. "I might even get jealous of myself, you know. If your eyes are fixed on that video while you're fucking me, I... don't know how I'll handle that. I'll have to learn new things to catch your attention."

Blaine doesn't bother stifling an answering laugh, one hand reaching up to brush his thumb along Kurt's cheek and then down to touch the corner of his mouth, gently tugging at his bottom lip.

"The video will only be there to get us started," he says, unable to look away from the slant of Kurt's eyes, coy and playful and so so gorgeous. "As soon as I have my hands on the real thing, the TV will be forgotten." Leaning down, Blaine replaces his thumb with his lips for a soft, but lingering kiss, nodding just a bit to bump their noses as he adds, "You always have attention. Always."

He lets out a small hum of content before he can hold himself back, surprised by Blaine's kiss, if not by the sentiment. Raising both hands, Kurt rests them gently on Blaine's cheeks, the pads of his thumbs tracing against Blaine's cheekbones. It's moments like this that he cherishes, when Blaine feels so sure in his feelings, when the both of them have settled nicely and fit together seamlessly.

"You'll always have the opportunity to put your hands on the real thing," he grins, before sliding one hand down to Blaine's chest and nudging him away slightly so that he can crouch over the shower and get the water running. "Because I love you."

With a low, pleased grumble, Blaine lets Kurt push him aside just enough to bend into the shower. But Blaine's hands still stay on him, fingers trailing over Kurt's shoulder and then down his back, reluctant to break the connection entirely.

"Well, some times are more appropriate than others," he points out, his hand circling Kurt's forearm to tug him back up to face him once the water's running. "No matter how much you may or may not love me."

"I suppose we're limited by public decency," Kurt considers, laughing as Blaine pulls him close again, his hands smoothing over the cooler expanse of Blaine's skin. Brushing his fingers down the cleft of Blaine's ass, more to feel than anything else, Kurt grins. Truth be told, he's a bit reserved when it comes to how much affection he dares show in public — it's gotten better since he arrived in Darrow, but enduring bullies over the course of years doesn't disappear so quickly.

It's still fun to speculate on more.

"But there are a lot of places we can sneak around," murmurs Kurt. "Office doors we can lock. Large desks to slip under. Fitting rooms to sneak into."

"We have done the first two already," Blaine points out with a faint grin after biting back a pleased little moan at the touch of Kurt's exploring finger. "We'll have to see about trying out that last one some time."

The idea is oddly exciting, the thrill of being somewhere almost public and trying not to get caught. They'll have to be quiet of course, which Blaine is something Blaine is honestly not sure he'll be very good at, but he does want to try. If only to see that mischievous little glint in Kurt's eye and that high flush of red to his cheeks.

He gives Kurt a gentle nudge back toward the shower, hands on him to ensure he doesn't trip. "Is that something you've thought about?" he asks, lips curling into a slow, knowing grin. "Us in the changing rooms where you work?"

Glancing down at his feet to ensure that he doesn't trip over the edge of the tub, Kurt smiles shyly, cheeks flushing anew with the admissions he's biting back. As content as he is, Kurt still lets out a content hum as he massages Blaine's ass, leaning forward to nip at the full curve of Blaine's lower lip before shivering suddenly at the splash of water against his back.

"I think about us a lot, Blaine," he murmurs quietly, raising one hand to trace along the line of Blaine's collarbone. "A lot. It's not always about that, obviously, but... you know, I like that we don't work at the same place and that we have some separate classes, because then I have things to share with you at the end of the day, and I get to miss you. Whenever I'm bored at work, I just wonder about what we might do once I get home. What stories you might laugh at. Or, sometimes yes, I'll think about whether or not we could fit in a fitting room. There's this one manager who steps in sometimes, and she's kind of impossible, and I would love to do something against the rules under her watch. Plus, public sex is just... scandalous."

"Yes, scandalous," Blaine replies with a wide grin, following Kurt into the tub and reaching to pull the curtain closed behind them, one hand still on Kurt's hip. "We'd have to be careful. And quiet."

Leaning in, he brushes a kiss to Kurt's lips, hands smoothing behind to the dip of Kurt's back where the water sluices down his skin. He murmurs, "Don't want to get you fired. And, given we can't leave this place, we probably want to stay mostly scandal-free if we can. Especially if either of us ever decide to go into politics," he added with a teasing nip to Kurt's jaw.

you make me feel like a virgin

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