Muinín (Faith) Pt 5/7
Title: Muinín (Faith)
Status: Pt 5/7
Rating: NC-17. OH GOD IT'S SO NC-17
Author's Notes: It starts off fluffy but turns into low-down sexxin by the end of the chapter. You've been warned.
The following months were trying, in the least bit. Finals for the first semester had approached, and Brienne had just about disappeared. Her heavier classes had started, which means she had gone back to her dorm at Salem State, "Viking Country", as she had so eloquently put it.
"Wait, Brienne has a dorm room?" Blaine had questioned, reclining on the love seat, his MacBook open to LogicPro, fiddling around with some effects on the mixer, fooling around mostly, instead of focusing on his project. Kurt looked up momentarily from his swatch book to find the answer out, because honestly, where did Brienne go. I was wondering why it was silent and decidedly non-Pagan for a few months. Kieran yawned, stretching his arms up, and shrugged back into the couch.
"Well…yeah. She lives here for the most part, but when schoolwork gets crazy, she stays there to get away from us, and to be closer to her other roommates, who are other nursing majors. It's not a bad set up if you think about it."
Blaine looked at Kurt and felt the same look in his eyes: confusion and intrigue. "How the fuck does she afford it?" they asked simultaneously.
"She's bloody brilliant. Pell Grant and everything. Commonwealth Honors Scholar, the whole shebang. She doesn't have to pay for a fuckin' thing."
Blaine smirked at hearing Kurt mutter the word "bitch" under his breath, and couldn't help but reply snakily. "You're close. It's witch, not bitch." Blaine ducked as a crumpled up dress design flew right for his face.
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Finals had come to an end, and Kurt was spread out on the bed, arms stretched over his head, window slightly cracked, enjoying the icy thrill of a New England winter wind drifting through the window. His sweater, a creamy knit that a classmate, Olivia (a well meaning girl with Hermione Granger hair but a Rachel Berry attitude,) had made him as a Christmas present, rode up on his stomach, exposing a soft line of pale flesh. Kurt was obviously starting to get Boston Art-school chic down as a new style subsection in his closet, as his jeans, while covered in paint, were done stylishly, looking as if they had come off of the Heatherette or Betsey Johnson runway. They were slung low on his hips, balancing gracefully against the protrusions of his hipbones, sharp angles that worked as an arrow, pointing to the very essence of his masculinity, despite the effeminate outer shell.
And Blaine took this all in, holding his breath as he watched Kurt tread the line of sleep and consciousness, eyelids fluttering open and shut, the softness of the comforter against the chill of the wind; the roughness of the sweater mixed with the warmth the wool yarn provided. Leaning against the doorframe, Blaine couldn't help but stare at just how low those pants were, praising any and every deity he could think of that Kieran had taken Brienne out for dinner in Boston and had specifically told him, "I'll be out for the entirety of the night, cuz. The place is yours and Kurt's for the evening."
Blaine crept into the room, rolling up the sleeves of his henley, the burgundy color stark against his skin, which had lightened significantly this winter due to the lack of sun that tended to happen in Boston. He silently knelt at the edge of the bed, and wrapped his arms around one of Kurt's calves, the tightness of his jeans accentuating the sleek musculature from so many years of Cheerios practice.
Kurt had been awake by this point, but kept his breathing calm and even, almost zen from the feeling of both the New England winter wind, and the feel of Blaine's warm breathe against his body, worshipping him. The juxtaposition was beautiful, to say the least, and the rare occasion of a winter sun leaked through the cracks in the blinds, shining through Blaine's hair, leaving an occasional russet glow to the usually black curls atop his head. He felt his body tighten up in a yawn, curling up and stretching his body out right after, a low chuckle escaping Blaine's throat, giving him away.
"Ah, Blaine it was you. For a second, I thought Brienne and Kieran had gotten a cat that loved to nuzzle." Kurt smirked, laughter tinging the phrase, because Goddamnit, I just can't keep a straight face around you. Blaine scoffed, crawling up Kurt's body, momentarily nuzzling at his thigh, causing Kurt's breath to hitch.
"I am not feline in the slightest."
"You are such a horrible liar. You are so feline. You're crawling up my body and nuzzling me. That is the epitome of feline."
"Nuh uh. I've always been told I'm more puppyish. I have the hyperactivity and the eyes to prove it!"
Kurt rolled his eyes then, and when he looked back down, Blaine was there, straddling his stomach, leaning over him, his curls mussed up, and slightly frizzy. That bothered Kurt more than it should, because his hair was so soft and luxurious, that to see his perfect ringlets frizzy…well…they only time they should be frizzy was because of him, not the weather, or Blaine's incessant need to comb his fingers through them.
Kurt went to move his hand, to brush some of the curls back out of Blaine's face, but he felt his arm pressed down into the bed, above his head. "No. You keep your hands just where they are. Tonight is about you. You've been stressed out with your designs, and if this is the preface to the rest of our life, I need to learn how to de-stress you now."
The rest ofour life? That's new.
Kurt grinned, relaxing into Blaine's touch, feeling his fingers graze across his stomach, tracing over the faint scars there, and then up under the sweater, warm skin against chilled, and once more, the colors they wore, their coloring altogether, hell, even their body temperatures, mimicked their likenesses to the sun and moon. The sun may light the moon up, but night brings out some of day's best qualities. They were separate but simultaneous, and Kurt was proud of himself for being able to think in metaphor and allegory while Blaine was caressing his skin far too sensually to be relaxing.
Blaine crawled up further, brushing light kisses across Kurt's collarbone, unbuttoning the cream sweater one by one, slipping it off of his shoulders. Kurt moved slightly to help the sweater come off, and laid back down on the comforter, walking the thin line of consciousness and sleep once more, because damnit, this is actually working despite Blaine being there, on top of him, removing his clothes and kissing him.
Blaine smiled to himself. Good. Get him relaxed. Let him sleep, I'll get everything in order, and we'll make tonight magical.
"You look relaxed enough. Rest for a bit, babe. I'll be back in a few in order to snuggle, ok?"
The reply of Kurt's even breathing, eyes closed, a slight snore escaping every now and then was the answer Blaine was looking for.
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When Kurt woke up, he could smell the distinctive earthiness of Italian herbs, hear the sizzle of chicken in a skillet, and couldn't help but smell how goddamn delicious that is. He grabbed his sweater,which was folded on the desk chair oh good, he remembered, and walked into the kitchen. Blaine was dancing around to Frank Sinatra, placing the chicken onto the plates, his hair gelled back like back at Dalton. When he looked up, Kurt couldn't help but wave timidly, a giggle escaping his lips. It was almost like when they had first started dating all over again.
Blaine had been twirling around and froze at the sight of Kurt giggling. Blaine dropped the spatula, fortunately not spilling anything, but nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Uhm…surprise?"
Kurt smirked and came closer to the kitchen table. "Oooh, is this for us?" Blaine puffed out his chest a little, acting like a proud pet showing off. Look what I did! Oh boy, he really is puppyish. Kurt shook the thought out of his head, and sat down, and couldn't help but feel his mouth water at the meal in front of him. Grilled chicken in balsamic vinaigrette, a spinach salad, and…white pasta.
Blaine looked up, looking almost self-conscious. "I know you usually eat wheat pasta but…I honestly can't eat that. It's too grainy. It makes my teeth feel weird." Kurt shrugged. "I'm sure I can deal with the white pasta for one day. You spent all this time working on this for me, mister Kowloons-knows-me-by-my-first-name."
Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt. "I do not order out that much! And we don't go to Saugus that often…do we?" Kurt rolled his eyes, and grabbed his fork to start munching at his salad.
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By the time they were done with dessert, Blaine was lounging on the couch, Kurt holding his stomach, pouting. "I shouldn't have eaten that, but that cake…where the fuck did you learn to make cake like that?"
Blaine grinned, patting his stomach. "My mother knows how to make more than just Pinoy food, you know."
Kurt moved over to the couch, snuggling against Blaine, who wrapped his arm around him. "But did you like the dinner?"
Kurt grinned, and nuzzled into Blaine's neck, leaving chills up Blaine's spine, goddamnit Kurt you know what my neck does, and warmth down in his groin. "It was perfect."
Blaine chuckled darkly then, pulling Kurt onto his lap, letting Kurt feel him, at half-mast but growing steadily from there. Kurt instinctively ground himself against Blaine, but felt himself in the air, legs wrapped around Blaine's waist, as Blaine carried him holy fuck into the bedroom. "Oh no, dear, the night is far from over. " Well then. Whatever you say, Mr. Anderson.
Once they had hit the bedroom, Blaine kicked the door shut, and nearly tossed Kurt onto the bed. "I know the apartment is all ours tonight, but I don't want to risk anything. This is a private affair." Kurt watched as Blaine pulled his shirt over his head, savoring the way Blaine's abs had developed in the 2 years they had been together. Sure, Quinn waxed poetic about Sam's body (and his obsessiveness over it), and Tina nearly worshipped Mike's torso, but Blaine's body was less athleticism and more…natural. Sure, Blaine had fenced at Dalton, and had taken up baseball at McKinley (something that Kurt appreciated, because if one more boy in the Glee club joined the football team, he would have screamed), but these weren't exactly sports designed towards abs, and Blaine was far from thrilled about going to the gym.
But no, Kurt had found out the amazing body Blaine had been hiding one day a few months after they started going back to McKinley, because while Blaine had a good shape, he was far from toned, instead being more of what a normal teenage boy had: not flab, but not intense Adonis musculature either. So when he had gotten into the locker room after a successful game, Kurt went in to congratulate him, and saw him there…shirtless…and ripped. Well then. Where did those come from, and why do I feel the need to lick them up and down.
In fact…that was what Kurt wanted to do now, seeing Blaine, seeing his abs and oh god those hip bones, that cut of skin and bone pointing right down, accented by that treasure trail that I just want to kiss and suck my way down… Kurt felt his mind lose focus, and realized that any brain flow from his head went to his other head.
Blaine leaned against the door, watching Kurt, raising an eyebrow. Kurt took that as a cue to strip. Kurt sat up, hastily unbuttoning his sweater, frantically reaching for his belt buckle, when Blaine held up his hand. "No no. Let me. I never finished my plans earlier since you fell asleep on me…"
Kurt froze. His plans?
Blaine walked over, pushing Kurt back down onto the bed, kissing down his chest, running his fingers across his chest, lightly grazing over one of his nipples, before scratching his way down to the edge of his pants. Kurt arched into the touch, shuddering at the feeling. Blaine kissed one of Kurt's hipbones, a slight nip replacing the feel of lips before Blaine kissed across to the other hipbone, lips brushing over the slight scars on Kurt's lower stomach. All the while, he managed to get Kurt's belt unhooked and his pants unbuttoned, Kurt spasming slightly beneath his touch, half nerves, half anticipation.
Kurt tried to push his pants down, anxious to have Blaine touch him, to wrap his hand, his lips, around him, but once more, his hands were swatted away. Blaine trailed a kiss, a lick, a suck with each new inch of skin exposed as he slowly dragged the pants away from Kurt's body. By the time Blaine had reached mid thigh, Kurt was leaking, creating a damp spot on his boxers. "Blaine…hnnggg…please, need you…to touch me…."
Fuck, Blaine thought. Kurt could kill him with his little moans, the mews and gasps that escaped his lips, unaware of what he did, so preoccupied with the pleasure. Blaine loved hearing it, worshipped it, and laid his face against Kurt's thigh, knowing that he could just move north and be face to face with the very object of his desire. Instead, he kept stripping Kurt, laying more kisses as he trailed down those legs, those beautiful legs, leaving a final kiss at his ankles. Blaine moved back up, nipping harder at Kurt's hipbones, not taking any time removing Kurt's boxers, and greeted the sight of Kurt, so hard and perfect, with a simple kiss right at the tip. A shivering moan broke forth from Kurt's throat, laced with the low gravely twinge of lust.
Blaine shushed Kurt and whispered, "now now, I have another surprise for you!" Kurt shook his head, not wanting the touch to leave, but when Blaine went over to the stereo system and put on their sex playlist, Kurt's eyebrows raised. What was he planning with the music?
However, when he felt something cold and moist at his hole, he jumped. "Shhh, baby. Just trust me."
All of a sudden, what was cold and moist was now….vibrating. To the rhythm of the music. It dawned on Kurt then. He got me one of those ohmiBods…ooh….kind of glad that I let him put the darker stuff he listens to on the list…I have a new appreciation for Vampure and Static-X now…
Blaine crawled onto of Kurt, keeping at the vibrator, but kissing Kurt passionately, running his fingers through his hair, moving down to his neck, and then finally singing along with the music into his ear. The sensations of both the vibrator and of Blaine singing were too much, and Kurt felt himself relax enough for the vibrator to start to slide in, and ohmygodohmygod the feelings intensified beyond words for Kurt. As a song would change, so would the rhythm of the vibrations, drawing out Kurt's road to orgasm just a bit more and more each time, but Kurt wasn't complaining, not really.
As the music changed, Kurt shifted, feeling the softness of the vibrator move within him, going deeper, and yeah this is the best surprise ever. Blaine started whispering in his ear, "I need you to come for me, baby. Can you do that? Will you come for me?"
The want, the desperation in his voice, paired with the realization that the song had shifted to something from Queen of the Damned, a choice that usually Kurt would make fun of, but had new love for thanks to the vibrator, brought Kurt so much closer than he had anticipated. The last thing to tip him over the edge? The only sexy line of the damn song. Blaine whisper-sang into his ear, "then your body will be mine."
Kurt could feel it build up, much quicker than he expected, and when he was gasping out Blaine's name, clawing at his back, he heard Blaine murmur in his ear, "that's it baby, come for me, fall apart for me." Kurt couldn't reply, but he did what he was told, trying to scream out his orgasm, but felt his throat constrict as it ripped through him. Blaine gave no quarter with the vibrator, he felt it throughout, elongating how long it took him to float down, to regain his senses. Finally, once he felt himself nearly give up, Blaine replaced the vibrator with three of his fingers. "I need you to stay awake for me baby."
Kurt nodded, and soon Blaine was out of his own pants, back above Kurt, positioning himself at his hole, slightly reddened, and so fucking hot. Blaine started to push himself in, and Kurt groaned, still sensitive from the vibrator, but enraptured with how Blaine filled him in a way that was indescribable. When Blaine went to go move slowly, Kurt grunted out "just…fuck me…", Blaine smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."
The music was still going, and Blaine was doing his best to go to the rhythm, a driving and rough beat, but soon, the feel of Kurt so warm and tight around him, even after being loosened up so much by the vibrator, thrusting as hard as he was, too much, and soon, he was slamming into Kurt erratically, feeling himself get drawn closer and closer to when he would burst. "Oh god baby, I'm gonna…fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…" Kurt had bitten down on the corner of his neck and shoulder, and that was when Blaine saw white, and felt himself slam into Kurt one more time before losing himself in orgasm. Kurt sleepily rolled them over onto their sides, Blaine still inside of him, and couldn't bear to even think of having Blaine not in him. Blaine opened one eye, obviously exhausted, and said "…did you like your present?" Kurt sleepily nodded. Blaine whispered out, "I don't want to move. Too comfy. Too tired. Want you this close always." Kurt nodded again, whispering out in reply, "we should probably get cleaned up though. Sticky. Eww." Blaine sighed. "No. Too tired. Lemme get out. We can spoon. Take a shower later. Do laundry. Too tired to do it now."
No other response was needed, as they got themselves into as organized and comfortable of a position possible before falling asleep, completely naked, blanketed only in their love for each other.
When Kieran and Brienne came in the following morning, they saw the closed door and the plates in the sink, and knew better than to knock.
Status: Pt 5/7
Rating: NC-17. OH GOD IT'S SO NC-17
Author's Notes: It starts off fluffy but turns into low-down sexxin by the end of the chapter. You've been warned.
The following months were trying, in the least bit. Finals for the first semester had approached, and Brienne had just about disappeared. Her heavier classes had started, which means she had gone back to her dorm at Salem State, "Viking Country", as she had so eloquently put it.
"Wait, Brienne has a dorm room?" Blaine had questioned, reclining on the love seat, his MacBook open to LogicPro, fiddling around with some effects on the mixer, fooling around mostly, instead of focusing on his project. Kurt looked up momentarily from his swatch book to find the answer out, because honestly, where did Brienne go. I was wondering why it was silent and decidedly non-Pagan for a few months. Kieran yawned, stretching his arms up, and shrugged back into the couch.
"Well…yeah. She lives here for the most part, but when schoolwork gets crazy, she stays there to get away from us, and to be closer to her other roommates, who are other nursing majors. It's not a bad set up if you think about it."
Blaine looked at Kurt and felt the same look in his eyes: confusion and intrigue. "How the fuck does she afford it?" they asked simultaneously.
"She's bloody brilliant. Pell Grant and everything. Commonwealth Honors Scholar, the whole shebang. She doesn't have to pay for a fuckin' thing."
Blaine smirked at hearing Kurt mutter the word "bitch" under his breath, and couldn't help but reply snakily. "You're close. It's witch, not bitch." Blaine ducked as a crumpled up dress design flew right for his face.
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Finals had come to an end, and Kurt was spread out on the bed, arms stretched over his head, window slightly cracked, enjoying the icy thrill of a New England winter wind drifting through the window. His sweater, a creamy knit that a classmate, Olivia (a well meaning girl with Hermione Granger hair but a Rachel Berry attitude,) had made him as a Christmas present, rode up on his stomach, exposing a soft line of pale flesh. Kurt was obviously starting to get Boston Art-school chic down as a new style subsection in his closet, as his jeans, while covered in paint, were done stylishly, looking as if they had come off of the Heatherette or Betsey Johnson runway. They were slung low on his hips, balancing gracefully against the protrusions of his hipbones, sharp angles that worked as an arrow, pointing to the very essence of his masculinity, despite the effeminate outer shell.
And Blaine took this all in, holding his breath as he watched Kurt tread the line of sleep and consciousness, eyelids fluttering open and shut, the softness of the comforter against the chill of the wind; the roughness of the sweater mixed with the warmth the wool yarn provided. Leaning against the doorframe, Blaine couldn't help but stare at just how low those pants were, praising any and every deity he could think of that Kieran had taken Brienne out for dinner in Boston and had specifically told him, "I'll be out for the entirety of the night, cuz. The place is yours and Kurt's for the evening."
Blaine crept into the room, rolling up the sleeves of his henley, the burgundy color stark against his skin, which had lightened significantly this winter due to the lack of sun that tended to happen in Boston. He silently knelt at the edge of the bed, and wrapped his arms around one of Kurt's calves, the tightness of his jeans accentuating the sleek musculature from so many years of Cheerios practice.
Kurt had been awake by this point, but kept his breathing calm and even, almost zen from the feeling of both the New England winter wind, and the feel of Blaine's warm breathe against his body, worshipping him. The juxtaposition was beautiful, to say the least, and the rare occasion of a winter sun leaked through the cracks in the blinds, shining through Blaine's hair, leaving an occasional russet glow to the usually black curls atop his head. He felt his body tighten up in a yawn, curling up and stretching his body out right after, a low chuckle escaping Blaine's throat, giving him away.
"Ah, Blaine it was you. For a second, I thought Brienne and Kieran had gotten a cat that loved to nuzzle." Kurt smirked, laughter tinging the phrase, because Goddamnit, I just can't keep a straight face around you. Blaine scoffed, crawling up Kurt's body, momentarily nuzzling at his thigh, causing Kurt's breath to hitch.
"I am not feline in the slightest."
"You are such a horrible liar. You are so feline. You're crawling up my body and nuzzling me. That is the epitome of feline."
"Nuh uh. I've always been told I'm more puppyish. I have the hyperactivity and the eyes to prove it!"
Kurt rolled his eyes then, and when he looked back down, Blaine was there, straddling his stomach, leaning over him, his curls mussed up, and slightly frizzy. That bothered Kurt more than it should, because his hair was so soft and luxurious, that to see his perfect ringlets frizzy…well…they only time they should be frizzy was because of him, not the weather, or Blaine's incessant need to comb his fingers through them.
Kurt went to move his hand, to brush some of the curls back out of Blaine's face, but he felt his arm pressed down into the bed, above his head. "No. You keep your hands just where they are. Tonight is about you. You've been stressed out with your designs, and if this is the preface to the rest of our life, I need to learn how to de-stress you now."
The rest ofour life? That's new.
Kurt grinned, relaxing into Blaine's touch, feeling his fingers graze across his stomach, tracing over the faint scars there, and then up under the sweater, warm skin against chilled, and once more, the colors they wore, their coloring altogether, hell, even their body temperatures, mimicked their likenesses to the sun and moon. The sun may light the moon up, but night brings out some of day's best qualities. They were separate but simultaneous, and Kurt was proud of himself for being able to think in metaphor and allegory while Blaine was caressing his skin far too sensually to be relaxing.
Blaine crawled up further, brushing light kisses across Kurt's collarbone, unbuttoning the cream sweater one by one, slipping it off of his shoulders. Kurt moved slightly to help the sweater come off, and laid back down on the comforter, walking the thin line of consciousness and sleep once more, because damnit, this is actually working despite Blaine being there, on top of him, removing his clothes and kissing him.
Blaine smiled to himself. Good. Get him relaxed. Let him sleep, I'll get everything in order, and we'll make tonight magical.
"You look relaxed enough. Rest for a bit, babe. I'll be back in a few in order to snuggle, ok?"
The reply of Kurt's even breathing, eyes closed, a slight snore escaping every now and then was the answer Blaine was looking for.
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When Kurt woke up, he could smell the distinctive earthiness of Italian herbs, hear the sizzle of chicken in a skillet, and couldn't help but smell how goddamn delicious that is. He grabbed his sweater,which was folded on the desk chair oh good, he remembered, and walked into the kitchen. Blaine was dancing around to Frank Sinatra, placing the chicken onto the plates, his hair gelled back like back at Dalton. When he looked up, Kurt couldn't help but wave timidly, a giggle escaping his lips. It was almost like when they had first started dating all over again.
Blaine had been twirling around and froze at the sight of Kurt giggling. Blaine dropped the spatula, fortunately not spilling anything, but nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Uhm…surprise?"
Kurt smirked and came closer to the kitchen table. "Oooh, is this for us?" Blaine puffed out his chest a little, acting like a proud pet showing off. Look what I did! Oh boy, he really is puppyish. Kurt shook the thought out of his head, and sat down, and couldn't help but feel his mouth water at the meal in front of him. Grilled chicken in balsamic vinaigrette, a spinach salad, and…white pasta.
Blaine looked up, looking almost self-conscious. "I know you usually eat wheat pasta but…I honestly can't eat that. It's too grainy. It makes my teeth feel weird." Kurt shrugged. "I'm sure I can deal with the white pasta for one day. You spent all this time working on this for me, mister Kowloons-knows-me-by-my-first-name."
Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt. "I do not order out that much! And we don't go to Saugus that often…do we?" Kurt rolled his eyes, and grabbed his fork to start munching at his salad.
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By the time they were done with dessert, Blaine was lounging on the couch, Kurt holding his stomach, pouting. "I shouldn't have eaten that, but that cake…where the fuck did you learn to make cake like that?"
Blaine grinned, patting his stomach. "My mother knows how to make more than just Pinoy food, you know."
Kurt moved over to the couch, snuggling against Blaine, who wrapped his arm around him. "But did you like the dinner?"
Kurt grinned, and nuzzled into Blaine's neck, leaving chills up Blaine's spine, goddamnit Kurt you know what my neck does, and warmth down in his groin. "It was perfect."
Blaine chuckled darkly then, pulling Kurt onto his lap, letting Kurt feel him, at half-mast but growing steadily from there. Kurt instinctively ground himself against Blaine, but felt himself in the air, legs wrapped around Blaine's waist, as Blaine carried him holy fuck into the bedroom. "Oh no, dear, the night is far from over. " Well then. Whatever you say, Mr. Anderson.
Once they had hit the bedroom, Blaine kicked the door shut, and nearly tossed Kurt onto the bed. "I know the apartment is all ours tonight, but I don't want to risk anything. This is a private affair." Kurt watched as Blaine pulled his shirt over his head, savoring the way Blaine's abs had developed in the 2 years they had been together. Sure, Quinn waxed poetic about Sam's body (and his obsessiveness over it), and Tina nearly worshipped Mike's torso, but Blaine's body was less athleticism and more…natural. Sure, Blaine had fenced at Dalton, and had taken up baseball at McKinley (something that Kurt appreciated, because if one more boy in the Glee club joined the football team, he would have screamed), but these weren't exactly sports designed towards abs, and Blaine was far from thrilled about going to the gym.
But no, Kurt had found out the amazing body Blaine had been hiding one day a few months after they started going back to McKinley, because while Blaine had a good shape, he was far from toned, instead being more of what a normal teenage boy had: not flab, but not intense Adonis musculature either. So when he had gotten into the locker room after a successful game, Kurt went in to congratulate him, and saw him there…shirtless…and ripped. Well then. Where did those come from, and why do I feel the need to lick them up and down.
In fact…that was what Kurt wanted to do now, seeing Blaine, seeing his abs and oh god those hip bones, that cut of skin and bone pointing right down, accented by that treasure trail that I just want to kiss and suck my way down… Kurt felt his mind lose focus, and realized that any brain flow from his head went to his other head.
Blaine leaned against the door, watching Kurt, raising an eyebrow. Kurt took that as a cue to strip. Kurt sat up, hastily unbuttoning his sweater, frantically reaching for his belt buckle, when Blaine held up his hand. "No no. Let me. I never finished my plans earlier since you fell asleep on me…"
Kurt froze. His plans?
Blaine walked over, pushing Kurt back down onto the bed, kissing down his chest, running his fingers across his chest, lightly grazing over one of his nipples, before scratching his way down to the edge of his pants. Kurt arched into the touch, shuddering at the feeling. Blaine kissed one of Kurt's hipbones, a slight nip replacing the feel of lips before Blaine kissed across to the other hipbone, lips brushing over the slight scars on Kurt's lower stomach. All the while, he managed to get Kurt's belt unhooked and his pants unbuttoned, Kurt spasming slightly beneath his touch, half nerves, half anticipation.
Kurt tried to push his pants down, anxious to have Blaine touch him, to wrap his hand, his lips, around him, but once more, his hands were swatted away. Blaine trailed a kiss, a lick, a suck with each new inch of skin exposed as he slowly dragged the pants away from Kurt's body. By the time Blaine had reached mid thigh, Kurt was leaking, creating a damp spot on his boxers. "Blaine…hnnggg…please, need you…to touch me…."
Fuck, Blaine thought. Kurt could kill him with his little moans, the mews and gasps that escaped his lips, unaware of what he did, so preoccupied with the pleasure. Blaine loved hearing it, worshipped it, and laid his face against Kurt's thigh, knowing that he could just move north and be face to face with the very object of his desire. Instead, he kept stripping Kurt, laying more kisses as he trailed down those legs, those beautiful legs, leaving a final kiss at his ankles. Blaine moved back up, nipping harder at Kurt's hipbones, not taking any time removing Kurt's boxers, and greeted the sight of Kurt, so hard and perfect, with a simple kiss right at the tip. A shivering moan broke forth from Kurt's throat, laced with the low gravely twinge of lust.
Blaine shushed Kurt and whispered, "now now, I have another surprise for you!" Kurt shook his head, not wanting the touch to leave, but when Blaine went over to the stereo system and put on their sex playlist, Kurt's eyebrows raised. What was he planning with the music?
However, when he felt something cold and moist at his hole, he jumped. "Shhh, baby. Just trust me."
All of a sudden, what was cold and moist was now….vibrating. To the rhythm of the music. It dawned on Kurt then. He got me one of those ohmiBods…ooh….kind of glad that I let him put the darker stuff he listens to on the list…I have a new appreciation for Vampure and Static-X now…
Blaine crawled onto of Kurt, keeping at the vibrator, but kissing Kurt passionately, running his fingers through his hair, moving down to his neck, and then finally singing along with the music into his ear. The sensations of both the vibrator and of Blaine singing were too much, and Kurt felt himself relax enough for the vibrator to start to slide in, and ohmygodohmygod the feelings intensified beyond words for Kurt. As a song would change, so would the rhythm of the vibrations, drawing out Kurt's road to orgasm just a bit more and more each time, but Kurt wasn't complaining, not really.
As the music changed, Kurt shifted, feeling the softness of the vibrator move within him, going deeper, and yeah this is the best surprise ever. Blaine started whispering in his ear, "I need you to come for me, baby. Can you do that? Will you come for me?"
The want, the desperation in his voice, paired with the realization that the song had shifted to something from Queen of the Damned, a choice that usually Kurt would make fun of, but had new love for thanks to the vibrator, brought Kurt so much closer than he had anticipated. The last thing to tip him over the edge? The only sexy line of the damn song. Blaine whisper-sang into his ear, "then your body will be mine."
Kurt could feel it build up, much quicker than he expected, and when he was gasping out Blaine's name, clawing at his back, he heard Blaine murmur in his ear, "that's it baby, come for me, fall apart for me." Kurt couldn't reply, but he did what he was told, trying to scream out his orgasm, but felt his throat constrict as it ripped through him. Blaine gave no quarter with the vibrator, he felt it throughout, elongating how long it took him to float down, to regain his senses. Finally, once he felt himself nearly give up, Blaine replaced the vibrator with three of his fingers. "I need you to stay awake for me baby."
Kurt nodded, and soon Blaine was out of his own pants, back above Kurt, positioning himself at his hole, slightly reddened, and so fucking hot. Blaine started to push himself in, and Kurt groaned, still sensitive from the vibrator, but enraptured with how Blaine filled him in a way that was indescribable. When Blaine went to go move slowly, Kurt grunted out "just…fuck me…", Blaine smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."
The music was still going, and Blaine was doing his best to go to the rhythm, a driving and rough beat, but soon, the feel of Kurt so warm and tight around him, even after being loosened up so much by the vibrator, thrusting as hard as he was, too much, and soon, he was slamming into Kurt erratically, feeling himself get drawn closer and closer to when he would burst. "Oh god baby, I'm gonna…fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…" Kurt had bitten down on the corner of his neck and shoulder, and that was when Blaine saw white, and felt himself slam into Kurt one more time before losing himself in orgasm. Kurt sleepily rolled them over onto their sides, Blaine still inside of him, and couldn't bear to even think of having Blaine not in him. Blaine opened one eye, obviously exhausted, and said "…did you like your present?" Kurt sleepily nodded. Blaine whispered out, "I don't want to move. Too comfy. Too tired. Want you this close always." Kurt nodded again, whispering out in reply, "we should probably get cleaned up though. Sticky. Eww." Blaine sighed. "No. Too tired. Lemme get out. We can spoon. Take a shower later. Do laundry. Too tired to do it now."
No other response was needed, as they got themselves into as organized and comfortable of a position possible before falling asleep, completely naked, blanketed only in their love for each other.
When Kieran and Brienne came in the following morning, they saw the closed door and the plates in the sink, and knew better than to knock.