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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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"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.

The water's a bit hot, the temperature searing just a tad against Kurt's skin, but he likes it that way. Prefers it that way. It makes it easier for the person standing further from the spray to keep warm regardless, and Kurt likes the way that it shows on either of their skin, rendering it pink when they step out of the shower. Pink, like they've just finished a nice run, or like interest simply blooms over their skin. It's nice.

Reaching back for their loofa and shower gel, Kurt quickly works the sponge into a lather before running it down a straight line along Blaine's spine, giving him all the more excuse to run over the curve of Blaine's ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. He just can't help himself.

"You'd be the better candidate for politics by far, Mr. Anderson," Kurt admits easily with a slight shake of his head. "Much as I love heading to the ballot box, I don't have nearly enough patience with people to go into public service. Although I like the idea of marrying a politician. Do you think Barack and Michelle ever have... fun around the Oval Office?"

"Oh god, there's something I've honestly never thought about before," Blaine replies with a laugh, face tinging a faint pink as he ducks against Kurt's shoulder, bringing them chest to chest and hip to hip. The nearness adds to the humidity like a comforting blanket as Kurt drags the soapy loofah down Blaine's back and settles on his ass.

His own hands wander a little, following the trail of warm water down, down, down to brush over the swell of Kurt's ass, fingers grazing lightly along the crease and then back up to the dip of his spine.

"Are you saying you want to be First Man?" he asks, pulling back to meet Kurt's eyes with a bright smile. "You probably definitely have a better eye for decor than any the White House as seen."

"I... would if you decided to run for President," Kurt says quietly, cheeks flushing deeply as his gaze drops, bashful, shyer than he usually is with Blaine. Because it's a statement that carries a bit of weight, even if it's made lightly. Deciding not to wait and see Blaine's reaction, Kurt leans forward to bite lightly on Blaine's full lower lip, sucking on it between his teeth.

It's hasty, of course, and Kurt doesn't really want to tie the knot just yet. Not because he doesn't love Blaine enough, but because there's certain amount of levity that the world treats young marriage with, and Kurt finds himself caught between wanting to respect that and just not wanting to deal with that mentality. If they get married, Kurt doesn't want anyone to be able to throw doubt their way.

But he's thought about it. He's done it all, pulled together potential wedding plans with themes that fit both of their personalities. It's hard not to let himself dream sometimes.

The press of teeth pulls a gasp from his lungs and he tightens his hold on Kurt's his to draw him closer, tongue flicking out to taste Kurt's upper before surging forward for a harder, deeper kiss.

"Too bad there's no such thing as a presidency here," he murmurs after pulling back, his breath quickened and voice thick. Turning his head, he nudges at Kurt's cheek, hands again smoothing downward, the path eased by the warm, flowing water before he ducks into Kurt's neck once more. "You would charm all my rivals and constituents both and defend me better than anyone." His teeth sink into warm, red-tinged skin as his hips rock forward a little and he pulls back with a soft breath. "And we would have the best post-victory sex the world has ever known."

Kurt lets out a laugh, loud and bright and delighted, when Blaine ducks in and presses his body flush against Kurt's body. It's not that Kurt doesn't appreciate the attention — he does, and a great deal. But he's still a little spent from their sex, and so he finds himself more capable than usual of laughing at Blaine's antics, at the possessive tone of his voice and slightly more aggressive actions that Blaine takes.

Even though it's not how they always are, Kurt loves it when Blaine gets like this. Loves being owned, loves feeling sharply wanted, likes the reminder that he's special to Blaine, no two ways around it.

"You could probably run for office someday. I mean it. You're much more of a charmer than I am, that's for sure," Kurt sighs, ducking away only to lean forward and press a kiss to the corner of Blaine's lips. "Although I would defend you. Viciously, even. And we would definitely have the best victory sex by far."

"Is charm all it takes to be a politician and public servant?" Blaine says, grinning wide against the smooth skin of Kurt's neck. The water seems to be everywhere now, washing down Kurt's back and over his shoulders, warming the air all around them. The fruity smell of the soap cuts through the more pleasant smell of Kurt's body and Blaine buries his nose in closer to enjoy it while it lasts, pressing a kiss to the jut of Kurt's collarbone in the process.

Pulling back, he smooths his hands down Kurt's chest again, fingers grazing his nipples playfully as he meets Kurt's eyes. "I'm not really a charmer. I just... try to be nice to people. It doesn't always work. Plus, I should probably go into that with aspirations of actually wanting to help people and stuff."

"You're one of the most generous people I know," Kurt says, sighing softly and letting his head tilt to the side as Blaine's hands smooth down his chest, gaze dropping down to Blaine's hips and a hand shifting to smooth down the cut of them. "You like the spotlight, but when it really comes to helping people, you do it. You listen, you see them, you try to figure out what it is that they need the most. I think you would make a great public servant, but..."

His eyes narrow in contemplation. "I don't know. Maybe you're too honest and open. Too nice. Politics is pretty cutthroat, after all. You have to charm people, but you also have to be able to put your foot down."

"Is it possible to be too honest and too nice at the same time?" Blaine asks with a slight grin, head tipped to the side as his hands continue moving over Kurt's sides and back, the water easing his movements. "But you're right, I'm not very assertive sometimes. I don't really like upsetting people."

It's not something Blaine's ever particularly thought thought of as fault, but he knows Kurt definitely has a good point. That's an important quality for any politician and, though he'd like to think he could teach himself to become that in the same way he'd decided to take up boxing, he's not really sure if he wants to. Becoming a full-time performer or maybe a teacher or even just continuing with the music store seems much more appealing.

Reaching beyond Kurt's shoulder, Blaine finds the shampoo and drizzles a good amount in his palm before pulling back to thread his fingers through Kurt's hair, rubbing it in. "I should probably at least explore a few other areas before I decide anything like that."

"I didn't say honest about everything, did I?" Kurt points out with a raise of his brow, lips pressed together knowingly before he lets himself exhale slowly, enjoying the feel of Blaine's hands over his body. "You can be far too honest about things that politicians normally keep under wraps. Decide that you want to be open and transparent. And you can also be nice in the same stroke. But I'm probably not giving you enough credit — I mean, you'd have to have experience in some other governmental role before they consider you for president, and in that amount of time, you're sure to learn a lot."

Letting his chin dip in order to further push Blaine's fingers through his hair, Kurt nudges against the weight of them. There are very few people Kurt would ever allow to touch his hair, but he can never seem to refuse Blaine. Reaching down, he presses one hand against the back of Blaine's thigh, patting it to encourage Blaine to raise it to allow Kurt the ability to reach his calves and feet.

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