fic: your skin and bones turn into something beautiful
pairing: kurt / blaine
word count: 1400 ish
rating: nc - 17
summary: for this prompt on the gkm.
a/n: really just trying to get words working tonight. i'm sorry if it's not very good. i didn't want to post it under my own name but LJ was being a bitch an this was the only way i could figure out how to. *sighs heavily* title from yellow, coldplay
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They’ve come a long way, Blaine thinks from all those months ago when Kurt was kicking Blaine out of his room for trying to give him a sex talk. What was so embarrassing at the time they can giggle at now, laying on their backs, trading sweet kisses against Kurt pillows, so at ease in each other’s arms. Their communication is, to Blaine, one of the best parts of their relationship. If one of them was uncomfortable, they would trust the other enough to tell them what was bothering them.
And that’s exactly what happens.
It was a Sunday, which was one of Blaine’s favourite days because Burt was usually at the shop, Carole working, Finn out with friends - which meant they had the house to themselves for hours. Hours to stay cooped up in Kurt’s room, spread out over his bed, mapping out each other’s body.
Blaine lived for these Sundays.
They’d been kissing for a while now. It was one of the things Blaine was sure he’d never tire of - Kurt’s lips; the way they slotted together against his own, so soft and pliant and loving. But after nearly an hour of whimpering into each other’s mouths, it wasn’t enough and
Blaine could feel the familiar achy heat begin to build in his stomach.
“Mmm,” he moaned, sliding his hands up the smooth planes of Kurt’s bare back, loving the feel of their bare skin pressed together. “I love your body so much, Kurt.”
Blaine didn’t have to have his eyes open to know that Kurt was blushing. He knew he could be insecure about his body sometimes and always made sure to reassure him.
Sometimes he thought he could see images of that boy from all those months ago creeping back in.
“I love you,” Kurt returned, his voice husky and hot in a way that made Blaine squirm and shiver against him. “What do you want, baby?” he cooed, sucking kisses under his ear.
“You,” Blaine told him, gripping his hips, loving the tender, hot feeling of the skin covering his jutted bones. “I want you to ride me.”
Kurt’s lips stopped in their tracks and Blaine felt him stiffen on top of him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately sensing something amiss. Eyes open, he could see Kurt’s cheeks burning and the way he automatically drew back from him.
“N-nothing,” he stammered and Blaine frowned.
“Kurt,” he insisted, “if something’s wrong you have to tell me.”
Kurt ducked his eyes, clearly embarrassed.
“If you don’t want to have sex, we don’t have to,” Blaine said, knowing that no matter how hot and bothered he was if Kurt said no, he’d never try and pressure him into anything.
“I do!” Kurt blurted out eagerly, cheeks flushing even more red.
Blaine’s frown deepened. “What’s the problem then?” he asked softly, caressing his cheek gently. “Kurt, you’re always honest with me, baby, what’s going on?”
Biting his lip, Kurt sighed, squirming uncomfortably in his arms. Blaine held him close still, waiting, until he finally gave in.
“I don’t want to ride you… because… my…” Kurt wet his dry lips nervously as Blaine waited expectantly. “My cock,” he stammered out at last. “It… it flops.”
Blaine gave Kurt a strange look, confused. “Your cock doesn’t flop.”
“It bounces,” Kurt corrected, looking thoroughly humiliated. “It’s gross and weird.”
“Kurt,” Blaine chuckled, reassuring as he stroked a hand gently down his side, “there’s not a single bit about you that’s gross or weird.”
“But my co-“
“Is just as lovely and hot as the rest of you,” Blaine assured him, moving in to mouth gently up his jaw, his hands running up and down his sides. “As a matter of fact, I quite like your cock.”
Kurt shook his head and Blaine could imagine him rolling his eyes, even as he shivered.
“I think it’s hot,” Blaine breathed, gliding his hands up his back, pressing their bodies closer, “and I think you’re extremely hot and I love your cock and I would really really like it if you rode me.”
“Blaine,” Kurt whined as Blaine sucked a kiss to the underside of his jaw before peppering quick kisses, staccato presses of lips over his cheeks, darting just around his mouth.
“Please ride me, Kurt,” Blaine pleaded, pouting with wide, pleading eyes, “I want you so bad.”
“Blaine,” Kurt exhaled, breath shuddering, “please.”
“You want it?” Kurt nodded, and that was all the answer Blaine needed. “Yes, Kurt, baby, I love you,” Blaine breathed, rocking his hips down eagerly as he kissed him, wet and messy, tangling his fingers through his hair as he rolled them over so he was laying on his back.
They shed the rest of their clothes quickly until it was only their bare skin and naked bodies pressing together. Blaine revelled in it; the sight of Kurt’s lean muscles shifting under his flawless skin. And his cock; flushed red and wanting.
God, Blaine wanted it so bad.
Kurt straddled him then, his thighs slotting over Blaine’s a little unsteadily, his hands splayed out across Blaine’s stomach. Blaine’s eyes were fixed hungrily on his cock, bobbing eagerly against his stomach, flushed angry, wanting red, leaking pre come already.
“No, honey, not like that,” Blaine admonished, grabbing at his hips to set him in a new position, his feet planted flat on the bed near Blaine’s hips, his hands steadying him on Blaine’s raised knees. It’s so intimate like this, so close and Blaine can see his every movement, feel his every shift as he sits down.
“Get yourself ready for me, baby,” Blaine told him handing him the lube and condom from the bedside table. He loved to watch Kurt finger himself, the way his eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks flushed so prettily, and his neck arched as he threw his head back, obscene moans falling from his perfect lips.
“I love you so much,” Blaine breathed reverently, hands caressing Kurt’s thighs as he rose up, working himself open on two, then three fingers. He was rushing, Blaine could tell, just as eager for it as Blaine was, even if he wouldn’t say so. His cock bobbed against his stomach as he did so, but he was distracted by his fingers. Blaine fought the urge to reach out and take it himself, in his hands, in his mouth.
But he resisted.
When Kurt was ready, Blaine helped ease him forward, loud moans falling from both of them as Kurt finally sank down onto Blaine’s cock, burying him completely inside.
“God, Blaine,” Kurt moaned, eyes clenched shut as he leaned back on it, chest heaving with his pants, lips parted.
“Baby,” Blaine breathed, eyes captivated by the eager bob of his cock smacking against Kurt’s stomach and down, dribbling pre come everywhere. “You want this so bad, don’t you?” Kurt nodded, whining as he squirmed his hips, and Blaine laid further back, hands holding Kurt’s hips steady, but still giving him full control as he settled himself. “Poor baby,” he whispered, rubbing his side. “Do what you need, honey, take what you want.”
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, back arching as he rose off up his cock, loving the stretch of only the head of Blaine’s cock inside of him, his own cock smacking up and down heartily as he lowered himself again, Blaine sighing at the tight heat tugging all around him.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby,” Blaine told him reverently, watching with wide eyes as
Kurt worked up a rhythm, fucking himself up and down on his cock. “Look at your beautiful cock. So eager, so hungry, such an angry red. Poor baby needs it bad, don’t you?” Kurt nodded, whining as his hips picked up pace. “That’s it, baby,” Blaine cooed, “it’s okay. I love your needy cock. I love you; love how desperate you get for it.”
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, crying out loud as he began to come, his hips still jerking enthusiastically, his cock bobbing all over the place as he came, painting both of them in the thick substance. It’s all Blaine needs to come inside of him, hips stuttering up into him.
“Jesus,” Blaine panted as Kurt moved gently off of him, kissing his lips softly as he lay
beside him. he tucked himself into Blaine’s side, cuddling close.
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered, smiling gratefully and Blaine leans across, rubbing their noses together fondly.
“Any time,” he murmured back. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
word count: 1400 ish
rating: nc - 17
summary: for this prompt on the gkm.
a/n: really just trying to get words working tonight. i'm sorry if it's not very good. i didn't want to post it under my own name but LJ was being a bitch an this was the only way i could figure out how to. *sighs heavily* title from yellow, coldplay
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They’ve come a long way, Blaine thinks from all those months ago when Kurt was kicking Blaine out of his room for trying to give him a sex talk. What was so embarrassing at the time they can giggle at now, laying on their backs, trading sweet kisses against Kurt pillows, so at ease in each other’s arms. Their communication is, to Blaine, one of the best parts of their relationship. If one of them was uncomfortable, they would trust the other enough to tell them what was bothering them.
And that’s exactly what happens.
It was a Sunday, which was one of Blaine’s favourite days because Burt was usually at the shop, Carole working, Finn out with friends - which meant they had the house to themselves for hours. Hours to stay cooped up in Kurt’s room, spread out over his bed, mapping out each other’s body.
Blaine lived for these Sundays.
They’d been kissing for a while now. It was one of the things Blaine was sure he’d never tire of - Kurt’s lips; the way they slotted together against his own, so soft and pliant and loving. But after nearly an hour of whimpering into each other’s mouths, it wasn’t enough and
Blaine could feel the familiar achy heat begin to build in his stomach.
“Mmm,” he moaned, sliding his hands up the smooth planes of Kurt’s bare back, loving the feel of their bare skin pressed together. “I love your body so much, Kurt.”
Blaine didn’t have to have his eyes open to know that Kurt was blushing. He knew he could be insecure about his body sometimes and always made sure to reassure him.
Sometimes he thought he could see images of that boy from all those months ago creeping back in.
“I love you,” Kurt returned, his voice husky and hot in a way that made Blaine squirm and shiver against him. “What do you want, baby?” he cooed, sucking kisses under his ear.
“You,” Blaine told him, gripping his hips, loving the tender, hot feeling of the skin covering his jutted bones. “I want you to ride me.”
Kurt’s lips stopped in their tracks and Blaine felt him stiffen on top of him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately sensing something amiss. Eyes open, he could see Kurt’s cheeks burning and the way he automatically drew back from him.
“N-nothing,” he stammered and Blaine frowned.
“Kurt,” he insisted, “if something’s wrong you have to tell me.”
Kurt ducked his eyes, clearly embarrassed.
“If you don’t want to have sex, we don’t have to,” Blaine said, knowing that no matter how hot and bothered he was if Kurt said no, he’d never try and pressure him into anything.
“I do!” Kurt blurted out eagerly, cheeks flushing even more red.
Blaine’s frown deepened. “What’s the problem then?” he asked softly, caressing his cheek gently. “Kurt, you’re always honest with me, baby, what’s going on?”
Biting his lip, Kurt sighed, squirming uncomfortably in his arms. Blaine held him close still, waiting, until he finally gave in.
“I don’t want to ride you… because… my…” Kurt wet his dry lips nervously as Blaine waited expectantly. “My cock,” he stammered out at last. “It… it flops.”
Blaine gave Kurt a strange look, confused. “Your cock doesn’t flop.”
“It bounces,” Kurt corrected, looking thoroughly humiliated. “It’s gross and weird.”
“Kurt,” Blaine chuckled, reassuring as he stroked a hand gently down his side, “there’s not a single bit about you that’s gross or weird.”
“But my co-“
“Is just as lovely and hot as the rest of you,” Blaine assured him, moving in to mouth gently up his jaw, his hands running up and down his sides. “As a matter of fact, I quite like your cock.”
Kurt shook his head and Blaine could imagine him rolling his eyes, even as he shivered.
“I think it’s hot,” Blaine breathed, gliding his hands up his back, pressing their bodies closer, “and I think you’re extremely hot and I love your cock and I would really really like it if you rode me.”
“Blaine,” Kurt whined as Blaine sucked a kiss to the underside of his jaw before peppering quick kisses, staccato presses of lips over his cheeks, darting just around his mouth.
“Please ride me, Kurt,” Blaine pleaded, pouting with wide, pleading eyes, “I want you so bad.”
“Blaine,” Kurt exhaled, breath shuddering, “please.”
“You want it?” Kurt nodded, and that was all the answer Blaine needed. “Yes, Kurt, baby, I love you,” Blaine breathed, rocking his hips down eagerly as he kissed him, wet and messy, tangling his fingers through his hair as he rolled them over so he was laying on his back.
They shed the rest of their clothes quickly until it was only their bare skin and naked bodies pressing together. Blaine revelled in it; the sight of Kurt’s lean muscles shifting under his flawless skin. And his cock; flushed red and wanting.
God, Blaine wanted it so bad.
Kurt straddled him then, his thighs slotting over Blaine’s a little unsteadily, his hands splayed out across Blaine’s stomach. Blaine’s eyes were fixed hungrily on his cock, bobbing eagerly against his stomach, flushed angry, wanting red, leaking pre come already.
“No, honey, not like that,” Blaine admonished, grabbing at his hips to set him in a new position, his feet planted flat on the bed near Blaine’s hips, his hands steadying him on Blaine’s raised knees. It’s so intimate like this, so close and Blaine can see his every movement, feel his every shift as he sits down.
“Get yourself ready for me, baby,” Blaine told him handing him the lube and condom from the bedside table. He loved to watch Kurt finger himself, the way his eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks flushed so prettily, and his neck arched as he threw his head back, obscene moans falling from his perfect lips.
“I love you so much,” Blaine breathed reverently, hands caressing Kurt’s thighs as he rose up, working himself open on two, then three fingers. He was rushing, Blaine could tell, just as eager for it as Blaine was, even if he wouldn’t say so. His cock bobbed against his stomach as he did so, but he was distracted by his fingers. Blaine fought the urge to reach out and take it himself, in his hands, in his mouth.
But he resisted.
When Kurt was ready, Blaine helped ease him forward, loud moans falling from both of them as Kurt finally sank down onto Blaine’s cock, burying him completely inside.
“God, Blaine,” Kurt moaned, eyes clenched shut as he leaned back on it, chest heaving with his pants, lips parted.
“Baby,” Blaine breathed, eyes captivated by the eager bob of his cock smacking against Kurt’s stomach and down, dribbling pre come everywhere. “You want this so bad, don’t you?” Kurt nodded, whining as he squirmed his hips, and Blaine laid further back, hands holding Kurt’s hips steady, but still giving him full control as he settled himself. “Poor baby,” he whispered, rubbing his side. “Do what you need, honey, take what you want.”
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, back arching as he rose off up his cock, loving the stretch of only the head of Blaine’s cock inside of him, his own cock smacking up and down heartily as he lowered himself again, Blaine sighing at the tight heat tugging all around him.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby,” Blaine told him reverently, watching with wide eyes as
Kurt worked up a rhythm, fucking himself up and down on his cock. “Look at your beautiful cock. So eager, so hungry, such an angry red. Poor baby needs it bad, don’t you?” Kurt nodded, whining as his hips picked up pace. “That’s it, baby,” Blaine cooed, “it’s okay. I love your needy cock. I love you; love how desperate you get for it.”
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, crying out loud as he began to come, his hips still jerking enthusiastically, his cock bobbing all over the place as he came, painting both of them in the thick substance. It’s all Blaine needs to come inside of him, hips stuttering up into him.
“Jesus,” Blaine panted as Kurt moved gently off of him, kissing his lips softly as he lay
beside him. he tucked himself into Blaine’s side, cuddling close.
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered, smiling gratefully and Blaine leans across, rubbing their noses together fondly.
“Any time,” he murmured back. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”