Kurt/Blaine: This Side (6/12?)
Title: This Side (6/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~2800
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Blaine had been doing his research. When Kurt had first so casually rattled off the list of the things they would be doing together, Blaine’s brain had stuck on one thing: blowjobs. He’d fantasized for years about getting one, about giving one. Hell, what had snapped him out of his stubbornness and made him agree to Kurt’s proposition in the first place had been a fantasy about Kurt giving him head.
So yes, Blaine had been doing his research and that involved watching a lot of porn. He just wanted to make it good for Kurt. Everything they’d been doing so far was either something they’d done to themselves-handjobs-or something that was just based on instinct. This, though, required skill. From what Blaine had read, bad blowjobs were a terrible, potentially unforgivable act if things like teeth weren’t taken into proper account.
And of course, watching porn had led to a lot of other activity. Blaine had pretty much spent the last week in a post-orgasmic haze filled with thoughts of a warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock and of licking across the head of Kurt’s.
By the time Thursday rolled around, Blaine felt prepared. He was ready to do this. And not just do it, but do it right. Well, at least he hoped he was.
“Hi,” Kurt said with a smile as he opened the door. It was a different smile than the one Blaine got at school or the Lima Bean or the mall. Out in public, everything was as it always had been. If their hands brushed when reaching for the pepper at dinner, it wasn’t strange. Blaine kept waiting for it to be, but it wasn’t. Here in the privacy of Kurt’s home where they’d done so much together, though, that smile was almost… seductive.
Okay no, it was definitely seductive. His eyes were dark with want already, but Blaine figured that his probably were, too. He’d had to hold his bag in front of his crotch more than once that day just thinking about what was soon to come. Pun intended.
“Hi,” Blaine replied as he entered the house.
“No one’s going to be home for hours. I’m positive,” Kurt said, “I’m really sorry about last time.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. Finn running in the house to grab his wallet off the kitchen counter and then leaving again right away wasn’t a big deal at all,” Blaine shrugged as he led the way up the stairs.
“No, but it could have been,” Kurt said quickly, rushing ahead to open the bedroom door so Blaine could enter. Blaine smiled as he passed through and set his bag on the floor as soon as he was inside. “So, we need to flip the quarter again today.” Blaine swallowed hard and nodded for a little too long, feeling like a deranged bobblehead until he realized what he was doing and forced himself to stop.
“Right. To see who’s giving first,” Blaine said.
“That’s how it works,” Kurt nodded, reaching over and picking up the quarter from his bedside table. A shudder of anticipation and want rolled down Blaine’s spine at the sight of that shiny coin, the one that would be determining his immediate future. “Ready?”
“Absolutely,” Blaine said, his voice lower than he’d ever heard it before and god, he was already getting hard just at the thought of it. Kurt flipped the coin high in the air with a perfect little flick of his thumb, catching it easily in his palm before slapping it onto the back of his other hand. Blaine leaned in, his breath held in his chest as he waited for the reveal.
Kurt slowly pulled back his hand and a smile tugged at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. He reached out and picked up the quarter, inspecting both sides.
“Just making sure it’s not a trick quarter,” he said before putting it back down in Kurt’s palm precisely the way he’d picked it up with the outline of New York facing the ceiling. Kurt blushed and made quick work of putting the quarter back down on the table before sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kurt answered, scratching lightly at the thighs of his pants while giving Blaine a forced smile. “I just feel bad because I got to receive first last time, too.”
“Hey,” Blaine said softly, stepping in and dropping to kneel in front of Kurt. “Fair’s fair. And I am definitely not disappointed that I’m going to be giving first. I need to put my research to good use.” Kurt’s eyes widened and he blinked a few times in rapid succession.
“Research? You did research?” he managed to get out, his voice high and breathy.
“Tons,” Blaine said, grabbing the front of Kurt’s shirt and pulling him down for a kiss, their tongues sliding together hot and needy. Kurt tasted the way he always seemed to taste-like Kurt with faint hints of toothpaste. A moan from deep within Kurt’s chest vibrated against Blaine’s tongue as it stroked across the roof of Kurt’s mouth.
“Oh, okay then,” Kurt said when they parted. It wasn’t even really a response to what Blaine had said because far too much time had passed for it to be appropriate. Blaine grinned and sat back on his heels, stroking his hands up the backs of Kurt’s calves, feeling the muscle there twitch beneath his palms.
“I love your legs,” Blaine told him, peering up at Kurt through his lashes as he slid his hands around the sides of Kurt’s knees and up the fronts of his thighs. He pressed harder there and kept his touch firm all the way to the juncture of leg and hip where he reached around and pulled Kurt toward the edge of the bed with a forceful tug on his ass. Kurt yelped in surprise and turned a stunning shade of fire engine red. Blaine just chuckled and popped open the button of Kurt’s pants before slowly sliding down the zipper, being sure to drag his knuckles along the cock begging to be freed just beneath that very zipper. “Take your shirt off, please.”
Kurt’s cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he obliged, peeling the thin beige t-shirt over his head and revealing every inch of that glorious, pale torso.
“You’re perfect,” Blaine breathed out, rising and leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses down the center of Kurt’s chest, tonguing over impossibly smooth skin and just breathing in the scent of him while his hands struggled to work Kurt’s pants and briefs-an incredibly appealing eggplant color today-over his hips and down his legs. Once Kurt was complete bare, his cock ruddy and so hard and straining up toward his stomach, Blaine let out a long, whooshing breath. Blaine wanted to lick a stripe up that amazingly thick vein and his breath caught in his throat when he realized that holy shit he actually could. “So perfect.”
“I’m not perfect,” Kurt said, shaking his head and fussing with his hands at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. Blaine realized then that he was sitting there completely clothed while Kurt was completely naked and yes, he would be uncomfortable too were he in Kurt’s position. With a smile, he rocked back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head before standing and quickly shucking off his pants and boxer briefs. “Hey, I wanted to do that.”
“Sorry,” Blaine said with a shrug, clearly not meaning it. “There’s always next time.”
“Right,” Kurt replied, nodding and spreading out his fingers on the sheets. For the first time since they entered, Blaine realized that the bed was already turned down. He smiled down at Kurt, touching a hand gently to his cheek before straddling his thighs. Their cocks brushed together just as Blaine leaned in for a kiss and Blaine swallowed down the moan Kurt poured into his mouth along with his tongue.
“Lie back for me,” Blaine said between kisses, repeatedly pulling at Kurt’s lips with his own, occasionally giving them a little nip before soothing it away with a swipe of his tongue.
“I love kissing you,” Kurt exhaled along with a shuddering breath as Blaine scooted in closer, pressing their cocks together fully and urging Kurt onto his back. As soon as he was on top of him, Blaine hummed in agreement and gave Kurt one more kiss with everything he had in him-such a dirty kiss with too much tongue and lots of moaning and a little more teeth than usual-before pulling back.
“I’m going to start now, okay?” he asked as he kissed his way down Kurt’s body.
“Yes,” Kurt squeaked out, clearing his throat and trying again. “God yes.”
Blaine quickly made his way down Kurt’s magnificent stomach, biting down lightly on his left hipbone before kissing the same place. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. Kurt’s cock was right in front of his face, every vein and inch of skin in clear view. He wrapped a careful hand around the base and gave it a tentative pump, earning a little moan from Kurt that he responded to with a quirked eyebrow that Kurt couldn’t see from his lying position. Trying to get as comfortable as possible, Blaine pulled over his jeans with his free hand and shoved them under his knees before leaning in close.
Now that he was there with Kurt’s cock in his hand and his mouth mere inches away, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do first. He’d thought that he had a plan but now all he could think about was one thing, so he did it. Leaning in close, he kissed the tip of Kurt’s cock.
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, slapping a hand against the mattress. So, Blaine did it again. And again, working his way down the length of the shaft before pressing a kiss to the neatly trimmed hair at the base. He couldn’t help but breathe in deeply, just smelling Kurt down there. As soon as he’d done it, he was afraid that Kurt would think he was weird for it, but Kurt didn’t comment so he just got back to business.
All he’d wanted to do since seeing Kurt’s cock for the first time was lick the vein that had been consuming his thoughts. He bent down, extended his tongue, and dragged it up the vein from the bottom to where it ended at the head. Kurt’s hips squirmed, sending his cock flying right at Blaine’s face. Not that he minded, but he really needed to be able to focus and if Kurt did that while his cock was actually in Blaine’s mouth, it had the potential to not be good. Blaine rested a forearm across Kurt’s hips, lightly pinning them down as he again gripped Kurt’s cock in his hand.
Taking in a deep breath, he bent over Kurt’s lap and sucked the head of Kurt’s cock into his mouth.
“Blaine,” Kurt shouted, his hips trying to surge up but Blaine’s arm was thankfully there to hold them down. It felt even wider than it looked, his lips stretched around it. He gave a little suck and experimentally swirled his tongue around the insanely smooth flesh in his mouth, leaving Kurt crying out to the ceiling and again fighting against Blaine’s arm. “Ohmygod.”
Apparently, he was doing something right even though it felt like he was hardly doing anything at all. All of those videos he’d watched had made it look so easy, but now that he actually had a cock in his mouth, it was a different matter altogether.
He had to give it his best, though, because he so badly wanted this to be good for Kurt. After giving the head one more lick, he froze. The taste was different now. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just a little bitter.
Oh god, that was precome. Kurt’s precome.
Blaine moaned, making Kurt moan, and then he was no longer feeling in the mood to hesitate. He relaxed his jaw and slid his lips down another inch or so, being sure to press his tongue against the underside of Kurt’s cock. And then a little further until he didn’t think that he could really take Kurt in any deeper without making a complete fool out of himself by gagging or something.
“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice so throaty and rough that Blaine hardly recognized it. “You look… wow.” Blaine looked up through his lashes to find Kurt propped up on his elbows to watch. Without breaking their eye contact, Blaine hollowed out his cheeks and dragged the tight ring of his lips back up to the tip of Kurt’s cock, ending the upward motion with a lick over his slit. “That feels…”
“Good?” Blaine asked.
“There are no words,” Kurt choked out, the sentence ending in a moan as Blaine again sank his mouth over as much of Kurt’s cock as he felt comfortable with.
The strain on his jaw was… interesting. Realistically, he knew that it was uncomfortable. But the fact that it was uncomfortable because there was an amazing cock in his mouth made that fact rather inconsequential. Blaine wrapped his hand around the base of Kurt’s cock, covering what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. Not this time. With practice, he knew he’d get better, but at the moment, he was doing his best and based on the thrashing that Kurt was doing and the moans that were pouring from Kurt’s beautiful mouth, his best was adequate.
Blaine’s cock was so hard it hurt, which was interesting because he hadn’t even been aware of his own cock since he'd started because he was too busy worrying about pleasing Kurt. He needed to wait. His turn was next. Soon it would be Kurt’s mouth wrapped around his cock, but he was so hard that he couldn’t take another second without some kind of relief.
Releasing his arm from Kurt’s hips, he wrapped a hand around his cock and just held it there. Even that pressure was enough to ease the ache. He’d been just sucking on the head of Kurt’s cock again, but now it was time to move.
Taking a pointer from one of the videos he’d seen, he started to work his hand in tandem with his mouth, sliding that hand at the base up as his lips slid up, sucking and sliding his tongue around as much as possible. And when his mouth slid back down (a little further each time, which Blaine couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud of), his hand moved back down to the base of his cock.
“Blaine, Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt chanted over and over as Blaine moved his mouth and hand up and down Kurt’s cock. Everything was wet and slippery from his tongue and lips and god Kurt tasted amazing and felt so warm and big in his mouth. It was so much better than he'd imagined it would be and that was saying something.
Blaine felt like he was on fire-every single nerve in his body alight as he continued to work Kurt over with his mouth and hand. As he felt the head of Kurt’s cock drag along the roof of his mouth, he moaned loudly and saw fireworks behind his eyelids. His eyes flew open and his mouth slid up Kurt’s cock with another swirl of his tongue and more suction than he’d used yet.
“Blaine!” Kurt yelled, his hips jerking up hard as he came in Blaine’s mouth. He tasted salty and wonderful and his cock was thrusting shallowly past Blaine’s lips as he worked through his orgasm on Blaine’s tongue. In his mouth.
Blaine moaned loudly and swallowed over and over, drinking down every single drop of come Kurt was giving him. He hadn’t even considered not swallowing. That was part of the big fantasy for him and god, it really hadn’t disappointed.
He however, had disappointed himself. When he pulled off of Kurt’s cock, he moved his jaw back and forth a bit, surprised at how sore it felt now that he was finished.
“That was so amazing, Blaine. Your mouth. It’s so hot and wet and-“ Kurt just stopped, heaving in a few breaths as he looked down at Blaine. “What’s wrong?” Blaine panted against Kurt’s thigh for a second before lifting his head, giving Kurt a regretful look.
“It was amazing for me, too. You… you taste amazing,” he admitted, feeling a little blush rise high on his cheeks.
“Really? Because you look like you’re upset,” Kurt said, his face getting even redder than he was already flushed and sitting up to look down at him.
“No no no,” Blaine said quickly. “I’m not upset about what just happened. It was more than I’d imagined. I’m upset at myself.”
“For what?”
Blaine sighed and held up his hand, showing Kurt the streaks of white trailing across his fingers.
“I came.”
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~2800
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Blaine had been doing his research. When Kurt had first so casually rattled off the list of the things they would be doing together, Blaine’s brain had stuck on one thing: blowjobs. He’d fantasized for years about getting one, about giving one. Hell, what had snapped him out of his stubbornness and made him agree to Kurt’s proposition in the first place had been a fantasy about Kurt giving him head.
So yes, Blaine had been doing his research and that involved watching a lot of porn. He just wanted to make it good for Kurt. Everything they’d been doing so far was either something they’d done to themselves-handjobs-or something that was just based on instinct. This, though, required skill. From what Blaine had read, bad blowjobs were a terrible, potentially unforgivable act if things like teeth weren’t taken into proper account.
And of course, watching porn had led to a lot of other activity. Blaine had pretty much spent the last week in a post-orgasmic haze filled with thoughts of a warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock and of licking across the head of Kurt’s.
By the time Thursday rolled around, Blaine felt prepared. He was ready to do this. And not just do it, but do it right. Well, at least he hoped he was.
“Hi,” Kurt said with a smile as he opened the door. It was a different smile than the one Blaine got at school or the Lima Bean or the mall. Out in public, everything was as it always had been. If their hands brushed when reaching for the pepper at dinner, it wasn’t strange. Blaine kept waiting for it to be, but it wasn’t. Here in the privacy of Kurt’s home where they’d done so much together, though, that smile was almost… seductive.
Okay no, it was definitely seductive. His eyes were dark with want already, but Blaine figured that his probably were, too. He’d had to hold his bag in front of his crotch more than once that day just thinking about what was soon to come. Pun intended.
“Hi,” Blaine replied as he entered the house.
“No one’s going to be home for hours. I’m positive,” Kurt said, “I’m really sorry about last time.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. Finn running in the house to grab his wallet off the kitchen counter and then leaving again right away wasn’t a big deal at all,” Blaine shrugged as he led the way up the stairs.
“No, but it could have been,” Kurt said quickly, rushing ahead to open the bedroom door so Blaine could enter. Blaine smiled as he passed through and set his bag on the floor as soon as he was inside. “So, we need to flip the quarter again today.” Blaine swallowed hard and nodded for a little too long, feeling like a deranged bobblehead until he realized what he was doing and forced himself to stop.
“Right. To see who’s giving first,” Blaine said.
“That’s how it works,” Kurt nodded, reaching over and picking up the quarter from his bedside table. A shudder of anticipation and want rolled down Blaine’s spine at the sight of that shiny coin, the one that would be determining his immediate future. “Ready?”
“Absolutely,” Blaine said, his voice lower than he’d ever heard it before and god, he was already getting hard just at the thought of it. Kurt flipped the coin high in the air with a perfect little flick of his thumb, catching it easily in his palm before slapping it onto the back of his other hand. Blaine leaned in, his breath held in his chest as he waited for the reveal.
Kurt slowly pulled back his hand and a smile tugged at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. He reached out and picked up the quarter, inspecting both sides.
“Just making sure it’s not a trick quarter,” he said before putting it back down in Kurt’s palm precisely the way he’d picked it up with the outline of New York facing the ceiling. Kurt blushed and made quick work of putting the quarter back down on the table before sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kurt answered, scratching lightly at the thighs of his pants while giving Blaine a forced smile. “I just feel bad because I got to receive first last time, too.”
“Hey,” Blaine said softly, stepping in and dropping to kneel in front of Kurt. “Fair’s fair. And I am definitely not disappointed that I’m going to be giving first. I need to put my research to good use.” Kurt’s eyes widened and he blinked a few times in rapid succession.
“Research? You did research?” he managed to get out, his voice high and breathy.
“Tons,” Blaine said, grabbing the front of Kurt’s shirt and pulling him down for a kiss, their tongues sliding together hot and needy. Kurt tasted the way he always seemed to taste-like Kurt with faint hints of toothpaste. A moan from deep within Kurt’s chest vibrated against Blaine’s tongue as it stroked across the roof of Kurt’s mouth.
“Oh, okay then,” Kurt said when they parted. It wasn’t even really a response to what Blaine had said because far too much time had passed for it to be appropriate. Blaine grinned and sat back on his heels, stroking his hands up the backs of Kurt’s calves, feeling the muscle there twitch beneath his palms.
“I love your legs,” Blaine told him, peering up at Kurt through his lashes as he slid his hands around the sides of Kurt’s knees and up the fronts of his thighs. He pressed harder there and kept his touch firm all the way to the juncture of leg and hip where he reached around and pulled Kurt toward the edge of the bed with a forceful tug on his ass. Kurt yelped in surprise and turned a stunning shade of fire engine red. Blaine just chuckled and popped open the button of Kurt’s pants before slowly sliding down the zipper, being sure to drag his knuckles along the cock begging to be freed just beneath that very zipper. “Take your shirt off, please.”
Kurt’s cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he obliged, peeling the thin beige t-shirt over his head and revealing every inch of that glorious, pale torso.
“You’re perfect,” Blaine breathed out, rising and leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses down the center of Kurt’s chest, tonguing over impossibly smooth skin and just breathing in the scent of him while his hands struggled to work Kurt’s pants and briefs-an incredibly appealing eggplant color today-over his hips and down his legs. Once Kurt was complete bare, his cock ruddy and so hard and straining up toward his stomach, Blaine let out a long, whooshing breath. Blaine wanted to lick a stripe up that amazingly thick vein and his breath caught in his throat when he realized that holy shit he actually could. “So perfect.”
“I’m not perfect,” Kurt said, shaking his head and fussing with his hands at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. Blaine realized then that he was sitting there completely clothed while Kurt was completely naked and yes, he would be uncomfortable too were he in Kurt’s position. With a smile, he rocked back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head before standing and quickly shucking off his pants and boxer briefs. “Hey, I wanted to do that.”
“Sorry,” Blaine said with a shrug, clearly not meaning it. “There’s always next time.”
“Right,” Kurt replied, nodding and spreading out his fingers on the sheets. For the first time since they entered, Blaine realized that the bed was already turned down. He smiled down at Kurt, touching a hand gently to his cheek before straddling his thighs. Their cocks brushed together just as Blaine leaned in for a kiss and Blaine swallowed down the moan Kurt poured into his mouth along with his tongue.
“Lie back for me,” Blaine said between kisses, repeatedly pulling at Kurt’s lips with his own, occasionally giving them a little nip before soothing it away with a swipe of his tongue.
“I love kissing you,” Kurt exhaled along with a shuddering breath as Blaine scooted in closer, pressing their cocks together fully and urging Kurt onto his back. As soon as he was on top of him, Blaine hummed in agreement and gave Kurt one more kiss with everything he had in him-such a dirty kiss with too much tongue and lots of moaning and a little more teeth than usual-before pulling back.
“I’m going to start now, okay?” he asked as he kissed his way down Kurt’s body.
“Yes,” Kurt squeaked out, clearing his throat and trying again. “God yes.”
Blaine quickly made his way down Kurt’s magnificent stomach, biting down lightly on his left hipbone before kissing the same place. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. Kurt’s cock was right in front of his face, every vein and inch of skin in clear view. He wrapped a careful hand around the base and gave it a tentative pump, earning a little moan from Kurt that he responded to with a quirked eyebrow that Kurt couldn’t see from his lying position. Trying to get as comfortable as possible, Blaine pulled over his jeans with his free hand and shoved them under his knees before leaning in close.
Now that he was there with Kurt’s cock in his hand and his mouth mere inches away, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do first. He’d thought that he had a plan but now all he could think about was one thing, so he did it. Leaning in close, he kissed the tip of Kurt’s cock.
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, slapping a hand against the mattress. So, Blaine did it again. And again, working his way down the length of the shaft before pressing a kiss to the neatly trimmed hair at the base. He couldn’t help but breathe in deeply, just smelling Kurt down there. As soon as he’d done it, he was afraid that Kurt would think he was weird for it, but Kurt didn’t comment so he just got back to business.
All he’d wanted to do since seeing Kurt’s cock for the first time was lick the vein that had been consuming his thoughts. He bent down, extended his tongue, and dragged it up the vein from the bottom to where it ended at the head. Kurt’s hips squirmed, sending his cock flying right at Blaine’s face. Not that he minded, but he really needed to be able to focus and if Kurt did that while his cock was actually in Blaine’s mouth, it had the potential to not be good. Blaine rested a forearm across Kurt’s hips, lightly pinning them down as he again gripped Kurt’s cock in his hand.
Taking in a deep breath, he bent over Kurt’s lap and sucked the head of Kurt’s cock into his mouth.
“Blaine,” Kurt shouted, his hips trying to surge up but Blaine’s arm was thankfully there to hold them down. It felt even wider than it looked, his lips stretched around it. He gave a little suck and experimentally swirled his tongue around the insanely smooth flesh in his mouth, leaving Kurt crying out to the ceiling and again fighting against Blaine’s arm. “Ohmygod.”
Apparently, he was doing something right even though it felt like he was hardly doing anything at all. All of those videos he’d watched had made it look so easy, but now that he actually had a cock in his mouth, it was a different matter altogether.
He had to give it his best, though, because he so badly wanted this to be good for Kurt. After giving the head one more lick, he froze. The taste was different now. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just a little bitter.
Oh god, that was precome. Kurt’s precome.
Blaine moaned, making Kurt moan, and then he was no longer feeling in the mood to hesitate. He relaxed his jaw and slid his lips down another inch or so, being sure to press his tongue against the underside of Kurt’s cock. And then a little further until he didn’t think that he could really take Kurt in any deeper without making a complete fool out of himself by gagging or something.
“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice so throaty and rough that Blaine hardly recognized it. “You look… wow.” Blaine looked up through his lashes to find Kurt propped up on his elbows to watch. Without breaking their eye contact, Blaine hollowed out his cheeks and dragged the tight ring of his lips back up to the tip of Kurt’s cock, ending the upward motion with a lick over his slit. “That feels…”
“Good?” Blaine asked.
“There are no words,” Kurt choked out, the sentence ending in a moan as Blaine again sank his mouth over as much of Kurt’s cock as he felt comfortable with.
The strain on his jaw was… interesting. Realistically, he knew that it was uncomfortable. But the fact that it was uncomfortable because there was an amazing cock in his mouth made that fact rather inconsequential. Blaine wrapped his hand around the base of Kurt’s cock, covering what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. Not this time. With practice, he knew he’d get better, but at the moment, he was doing his best and based on the thrashing that Kurt was doing and the moans that were pouring from Kurt’s beautiful mouth, his best was adequate.
Blaine’s cock was so hard it hurt, which was interesting because he hadn’t even been aware of his own cock since he'd started because he was too busy worrying about pleasing Kurt. He needed to wait. His turn was next. Soon it would be Kurt’s mouth wrapped around his cock, but he was so hard that he couldn’t take another second without some kind of relief.
Releasing his arm from Kurt’s hips, he wrapped a hand around his cock and just held it there. Even that pressure was enough to ease the ache. He’d been just sucking on the head of Kurt’s cock again, but now it was time to move.
Taking a pointer from one of the videos he’d seen, he started to work his hand in tandem with his mouth, sliding that hand at the base up as his lips slid up, sucking and sliding his tongue around as much as possible. And when his mouth slid back down (a little further each time, which Blaine couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud of), his hand moved back down to the base of his cock.
“Blaine, Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt chanted over and over as Blaine moved his mouth and hand up and down Kurt’s cock. Everything was wet and slippery from his tongue and lips and god Kurt tasted amazing and felt so warm and big in his mouth. It was so much better than he'd imagined it would be and that was saying something.
Blaine felt like he was on fire-every single nerve in his body alight as he continued to work Kurt over with his mouth and hand. As he felt the head of Kurt’s cock drag along the roof of his mouth, he moaned loudly and saw fireworks behind his eyelids. His eyes flew open and his mouth slid up Kurt’s cock with another swirl of his tongue and more suction than he’d used yet.
“Blaine!” Kurt yelled, his hips jerking up hard as he came in Blaine’s mouth. He tasted salty and wonderful and his cock was thrusting shallowly past Blaine’s lips as he worked through his orgasm on Blaine’s tongue. In his mouth.
Blaine moaned loudly and swallowed over and over, drinking down every single drop of come Kurt was giving him. He hadn’t even considered not swallowing. That was part of the big fantasy for him and god, it really hadn’t disappointed.
He however, had disappointed himself. When he pulled off of Kurt’s cock, he moved his jaw back and forth a bit, surprised at how sore it felt now that he was finished.
“That was so amazing, Blaine. Your mouth. It’s so hot and wet and-“ Kurt just stopped, heaving in a few breaths as he looked down at Blaine. “What’s wrong?” Blaine panted against Kurt’s thigh for a second before lifting his head, giving Kurt a regretful look.
“It was amazing for me, too. You… you taste amazing,” he admitted, feeling a little blush rise high on his cheeks.
“Really? Because you look like you’re upset,” Kurt said, his face getting even redder than he was already flushed and sitting up to look down at him.
“No no no,” Blaine said quickly. “I’m not upset about what just happened. It was more than I’d imagined. I’m upset at myself.”
“For what?”
Blaine sighed and held up his hand, showing Kurt the streaks of white trailing across his fingers.
“I came.”