Fic: Fast; or how Blaine learns to trust Kurt with his body
Media: Fic
Title: Fast; or how Blaine learns to trust Kurt with his body
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1350
Summary: Things get a little hot & heavy on the sofa and Blaine's afraid to be naked in front of Kurt, fearing he'll be a disappointment.
Notes: For shia_labeouf who prompted this and takemejustasiam who encouraged me and requested this be sofa!sex.
They've been making out on the sofa for the better part of an hour and have gotten way more involved than they've ever been since they started officially dating a few months ago. From the beginning, Blaine had made it clear that he wanted to take things slow because he knew rushing was a recipe for disaster. Kurt had agreed, cooing and commenting about what a sweet boyfriend he had.
But now, in the midst of it all, Blaine feels the heel of Kurt's hand press against the front of his boxer-briefs. His hips buck upward involuntarily as Kurt touches his cock through the thin material. His body betrays him, even though his brain is screaming to put the brakes on.
"Blaine," Kurt moans, leaving deep, potentially marking kisses in his neck. Kurt doesn't have to say anything else; Blaine knows what he wants. He can tell from the writhing and the gasping and the touching. Kurt is done taking it slow. He wants to have sex tonight, full on sex, not just touching through the swatches of cotton that had - up until now - been the barrier keeping them from going all the way.
Kurt's fingers slip under the elastic band of Blaine's boxer-briefs. Instinctively, Blaine's hand rushes to Kurt's and gently pulls it away. He's not…he can't…
He knew this would happen at some point. Fuck, deep down he wants it to happen. So, so badly.
He buries his head against Kurt's shoulder inhaling sharply. "Kurt."
"What's wrong?" Kurt asks, taking Blaine's hand in his.
"It's stupid," he replies, shaking his head, still unable to make eye contact.
"I'm sure it's not stupid, Blaine," Kurt soothes. "Tell me….please?"
He closes his eyes, collecting himself. "I'm afraid it'll disappoint you," Blaine answers. Kurt tips his head to one side. He looks confused. "My dick," Blaine adds, feeling crass just talking about it. "It's not that big. And the last thing I want to do is disappoint you, because you're this perfect, beautiful guy and there's absolutely nothing wrong with ---"
"Stop," Kurt commands. Blaine is just glad Kurt didn't laugh or run away. Kurt settles next to him, making very deliberate eye contact. "If you think that would change anything, you obviously don't understand how much I love you."
And there it is.
He's fairly sure that the admission had even surprised Kurt because he watches as the realization settles into a small, fond smile on his face. Blaine feels his heart pick up speed and he's suddenly a little lightheaded.
"I ---" Blaine tries, but the words get caught in his throat.
"Can I?" Kurt asks, placing his fingers back over Blaine's waistband. "Trust me. Please?"
Blaine takes a deep breath in and nods. Kurt carefully slides the boxer-briefs all the way off Blaine's legs and drops them on the floor. Kurt's eyes never leave Blaine. He's now completely exposed in front of Kurt, his cock half-hard, resting against his stomach. He watches as Kurt sees him for the first time, looks for hints that he is disappointed, but finds none.
Kurt reaches out and runs his hand up Blaine's side, completely avoiding his dick, which he was sure Kurt was going to touch. Instead, the hand settles behind his head, Kurt's thumb barely brushing his cheek. He leans down, slowly and repeatedly brushing his nose against Blaine's. "You don't understand," Kurt repeats against his lips, before pressing in for the most tender kiss they've ever shared.
"You're not disappointed?" Blaine asks, his eyes fluttering open to look up at Kurt as he pulls back from the kiss.
Kurt shakes his head, eyes softening and a small crinkle forming on his forehead, looking at if he's close to tears. "I think sometimes you forget you're my first, too."
Kurt's right. Sometimes he does forget how this is new for both of them. He feels better knowing that he isn't the only one with insecurities and fears. All the momentum they'd built up earlier is gone. There's no urgency anymore, but whatever this is, Blaine likes it better. He doesn't like going fast; he doesn't want to miss a single minute with Kurt.
"Will you?" Blaine asks, vaguely. Kurt's eyes flick down to his cock and back up to Blaine's face. "I want you to." Kurt smiles.
He brushes his fingertips appreciatively over Blaine's cock. He's not sure he'll ever get over the image of Kurt touching him. Then Kurt wraps his hand around him and begins to stroke, slowly at first, but building speed. Here, Blaine doesn't mind the speed. He tries so desperately to continue to watch Kurt, but when his mouth wraps around his cock, he can't. He's almost instantly rock hard. His eyes close and his head flops back.
"Oh my god, Kurt," he exclaims, desperately reaching for something to hold onto and trying not to thrust up into his boyfriend's warm, amazing mouth. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Without warning, Kurt licks his tip, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. "Jesus, Kurt!" He exclaims, opening his eyes again.
"Your cock is amazing," Kurt murmurs, looking up at Blaine as he presses kisses along the length. "Am I doing okay?"
"Fuck yes," he answers, not meaning to sound crude. He's just really, really enjoying this. Kurt laughs, takes the compliment and goes back to sucking him, only this time way more intensely. This time he cannot restrain his hips from bucking upward. "Shit, I'm sorry," he apologizes. But Kurt, doesn't answer, his mouth too busy, too full.
He tangles his fingers in Kurt's hair, which he's sure he'll be chastised for doing later, but he can't help himself. "Oh god," he murmurs repeatedly, at a loss of other words. He's so close. He doesn't want this to be over. "Kurt," he tries to warn through his heavy breathing. "Kurt, I'm really - oh, God, Kurt, yes - oh fuck, I'm so close."
He tries to pull out of Kurt's mouth, but Kurt grabs his ass and holds him tight, keeping him inside. Moments later, he comes, hips uncontrollably thrusting and he's actually shaking a little. "Kurt, Jesus. Fuck, I love you," he exclaims as Kurt swallows.
He's so dazed and ecstatic that he's not quite sure how long it is before Kurt stops licking and kissing him, cleaning up the remnants of the greatest orgasm he's ever had in his life, but eventually Kurt crawls up near him so Blaine can see his face again.
"That was amazing, Kurt," he exhales, his eyelids still heavy and overwhelmed with new sensations. "Thank you."
"If it wasn't clear already," Kurt whispers, "I'm not at all disappointed."
Blaine smiles widely. "Thank you," he repeats, immediately regretting how stupid it sounds, so he kisses Kurt, this time open-mouthed and passionate and it's very much not the most tender kiss they've ever shared. When he finally pulls back, he runs his hand down the length of Kurt's arm. "Do you want me to - can I?"
Kurt places a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You don't have to, unless you want to."
It's then that he realizes something is different. Kurt loves him - everything about him - and he doesn't have to be afraid. It doesn't matter who's bigger and it doesn't matter that they've never done this before. What matters is that he wants this - wants to show Kurt how much he feels for him. What matters is that they're together.
"Yes, I do," Blaine replies without hesitation, and Kurt seems to understand, because he kisses him like he does before they switch places and Blaine hooks his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's briefs and reveals his boyfriends truly impressive cock.
This - this kissing and sucking and touching thing - he's pretty sure he can get used to, and as he takes Kurt in his mouth, part of him secretly wishes they'd gone faster sooner. Because this - is amazing. Maybe fast isn't so bad after all, as long as it's with someone you trust.
Title: Fast; or how Blaine learns to trust Kurt with his body
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1350
Summary: Things get a little hot & heavy on the sofa and Blaine's afraid to be naked in front of Kurt, fearing he'll be a disappointment.
Notes: For shia_labeouf who prompted this and takemejustasiam who encouraged me and requested this be sofa!sex.
They've been making out on the sofa for the better part of an hour and have gotten way more involved than they've ever been since they started officially dating a few months ago. From the beginning, Blaine had made it clear that he wanted to take things slow because he knew rushing was a recipe for disaster. Kurt had agreed, cooing and commenting about what a sweet boyfriend he had.
But now, in the midst of it all, Blaine feels the heel of Kurt's hand press against the front of his boxer-briefs. His hips buck upward involuntarily as Kurt touches his cock through the thin material. His body betrays him, even though his brain is screaming to put the brakes on.
"Blaine," Kurt moans, leaving deep, potentially marking kisses in his neck. Kurt doesn't have to say anything else; Blaine knows what he wants. He can tell from the writhing and the gasping and the touching. Kurt is done taking it slow. He wants to have sex tonight, full on sex, not just touching through the swatches of cotton that had - up until now - been the barrier keeping them from going all the way.
Kurt's fingers slip under the elastic band of Blaine's boxer-briefs. Instinctively, Blaine's hand rushes to Kurt's and gently pulls it away. He's not…he can't…
He knew this would happen at some point. Fuck, deep down he wants it to happen. So, so badly.
He buries his head against Kurt's shoulder inhaling sharply. "Kurt."
"What's wrong?" Kurt asks, taking Blaine's hand in his.
"It's stupid," he replies, shaking his head, still unable to make eye contact.
"I'm sure it's not stupid, Blaine," Kurt soothes. "Tell me….please?"
He closes his eyes, collecting himself. "I'm afraid it'll disappoint you," Blaine answers. Kurt tips his head to one side. He looks confused. "My dick," Blaine adds, feeling crass just talking about it. "It's not that big. And the last thing I want to do is disappoint you, because you're this perfect, beautiful guy and there's absolutely nothing wrong with ---"
"Stop," Kurt commands. Blaine is just glad Kurt didn't laugh or run away. Kurt settles next to him, making very deliberate eye contact. "If you think that would change anything, you obviously don't understand how much I love you."
And there it is.
He's fairly sure that the admission had even surprised Kurt because he watches as the realization settles into a small, fond smile on his face. Blaine feels his heart pick up speed and he's suddenly a little lightheaded.
"I ---" Blaine tries, but the words get caught in his throat.
"Can I?" Kurt asks, placing his fingers back over Blaine's waistband. "Trust me. Please?"
Blaine takes a deep breath in and nods. Kurt carefully slides the boxer-briefs all the way off Blaine's legs and drops them on the floor. Kurt's eyes never leave Blaine. He's now completely exposed in front of Kurt, his cock half-hard, resting against his stomach. He watches as Kurt sees him for the first time, looks for hints that he is disappointed, but finds none.
Kurt reaches out and runs his hand up Blaine's side, completely avoiding his dick, which he was sure Kurt was going to touch. Instead, the hand settles behind his head, Kurt's thumb barely brushing his cheek. He leans down, slowly and repeatedly brushing his nose against Blaine's. "You don't understand," Kurt repeats against his lips, before pressing in for the most tender kiss they've ever shared.
"You're not disappointed?" Blaine asks, his eyes fluttering open to look up at Kurt as he pulls back from the kiss.
Kurt shakes his head, eyes softening and a small crinkle forming on his forehead, looking at if he's close to tears. "I think sometimes you forget you're my first, too."
Kurt's right. Sometimes he does forget how this is new for both of them. He feels better knowing that he isn't the only one with insecurities and fears. All the momentum they'd built up earlier is gone. There's no urgency anymore, but whatever this is, Blaine likes it better. He doesn't like going fast; he doesn't want to miss a single minute with Kurt.
"Will you?" Blaine asks, vaguely. Kurt's eyes flick down to his cock and back up to Blaine's face. "I want you to." Kurt smiles.
He brushes his fingertips appreciatively over Blaine's cock. He's not sure he'll ever get over the image of Kurt touching him. Then Kurt wraps his hand around him and begins to stroke, slowly at first, but building speed. Here, Blaine doesn't mind the speed. He tries so desperately to continue to watch Kurt, but when his mouth wraps around his cock, he can't. He's almost instantly rock hard. His eyes close and his head flops back.
"Oh my god, Kurt," he exclaims, desperately reaching for something to hold onto and trying not to thrust up into his boyfriend's warm, amazing mouth. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Without warning, Kurt licks his tip, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. "Jesus, Kurt!" He exclaims, opening his eyes again.
"Your cock is amazing," Kurt murmurs, looking up at Blaine as he presses kisses along the length. "Am I doing okay?"
"Fuck yes," he answers, not meaning to sound crude. He's just really, really enjoying this. Kurt laughs, takes the compliment and goes back to sucking him, only this time way more intensely. This time he cannot restrain his hips from bucking upward. "Shit, I'm sorry," he apologizes. But Kurt, doesn't answer, his mouth too busy, too full.
He tangles his fingers in Kurt's hair, which he's sure he'll be chastised for doing later, but he can't help himself. "Oh god," he murmurs repeatedly, at a loss of other words. He's so close. He doesn't want this to be over. "Kurt," he tries to warn through his heavy breathing. "Kurt, I'm really - oh, God, Kurt, yes - oh fuck, I'm so close."
He tries to pull out of Kurt's mouth, but Kurt grabs his ass and holds him tight, keeping him inside. Moments later, he comes, hips uncontrollably thrusting and he's actually shaking a little. "Kurt, Jesus. Fuck, I love you," he exclaims as Kurt swallows.
He's so dazed and ecstatic that he's not quite sure how long it is before Kurt stops licking and kissing him, cleaning up the remnants of the greatest orgasm he's ever had in his life, but eventually Kurt crawls up near him so Blaine can see his face again.
"That was amazing, Kurt," he exhales, his eyelids still heavy and overwhelmed with new sensations. "Thank you."
"If it wasn't clear already," Kurt whispers, "I'm not at all disappointed."
Blaine smiles widely. "Thank you," he repeats, immediately regretting how stupid it sounds, so he kisses Kurt, this time open-mouthed and passionate and it's very much not the most tender kiss they've ever shared. When he finally pulls back, he runs his hand down the length of Kurt's arm. "Do you want me to - can I?"
Kurt places a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You don't have to, unless you want to."
It's then that he realizes something is different. Kurt loves him - everything about him - and he doesn't have to be afraid. It doesn't matter who's bigger and it doesn't matter that they've never done this before. What matters is that he wants this - wants to show Kurt how much he feels for him. What matters is that they're together.
"Yes, I do," Blaine replies without hesitation, and Kurt seems to understand, because he kisses him like he does before they switch places and Blaine hooks his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's briefs and reveals his boyfriends truly impressive cock.
This - this kissing and sucking and touching thing - he's pretty sure he can get used to, and as he takes Kurt in his mouth, part of him secretly wishes they'd gone faster sooner. Because this - is amazing. Maybe fast isn't so bad after all, as long as it's with someone you trust.