Blaine/Kurt Let's Party
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Title is an inside joke.~
Prompt: Kurt has a problem with 'early arriving'.
Light touching, a little teasing and it's enough for him. His bf founds it totally hot.
Bonus points for multiple orgasm : D
"Blaine, no.. Come on," Kurt gasps as his boyfriend nips at his neck lightly. He feels the tongue swipe across his skin and lets out a soft moan. "At least let me take off my pants.. these are my only pair until next week! I can't ruin them with.." He blushes and Blaine bites down on his jugular, eliciting a loud gasp from Kurt.
Kurt presses his hands against Blaine's chest to push him away, not because he really wants to, but because he's already about to lose it and he really can't afford to ruin these pants. Blaine responds by pinning him to the bed and straddling his hips, keeping his mouth firmly attached to Kurt's neck. "Blaine!" He squeaks, fisting the lapels of his uniform blazer. "Please-- Ah!" He moans as Blaine rocks his hips against Kurt's already throbbing boner. "Let me.. Oh God, Blaine, I need to.. t-to.." He lets out a louder moan, strangled and a bit whiny and his hips buck up as he fills his pants with come. Panting, he pushes Blaine off of him and stands up. His face is red and he's embarrassed as hell. He slips off the pants, hoping that nothing went through his underwear. He exhales a deep sigh of relief when he finds that nothing did (because, really. These pants are dry clean only and he won't be able to get another pair until he can go shopping next weekend). He folds them and sets them on his bedside table. "I can't believe you-" He squeaks again as Blaine pulls him backwards. "But I need to change!" He says, even as Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, hiking up his shirt and kissing the soft skin of Kurt's lower back.
"What are you doing, Blaine?" He says, his voice cracking when Blaine draws his tongue up the base of Kurt's spine. He goes a bit breathless again, but he tries to fight it. "Come on, Blaine. I already did once.. Isn't that enou- Oh!" He gasps; Blaine slides his underwear down on his hips and trails his tongue downwards. "W-wait!" He pants, his hard on quickly returning as Blaine swirls his tongue over the tight ring of muscles at Kurt's entrance. Blaine ghosts his hands up and down Kurt's sides, pulls his underwear completely down and lets it fall to Kurt's ankles. He spreads Kurt's ass and keeps licking at it. "B-Blaine!" Kurt's voice is about three octaves too high and to Blaine, it's like he's singing. He wraps his hand around the end of Kurt's dick, just in time to catch the stream of white fluid that squirts from it. Kurt's knees weaken and he falls back on to Blaine's lap. "O-okay.. That's enough. Please, Blaine.. It's so embarrassing," he mumbles, his cheeks ruby red and his lips parted slightly. Blaine only smirks softly, bringing his fingers up to Kurt's mouth. He lets out a soft sound of protest before wrapping his lips around one of them, not only cleaning off the come, but coating them with saliva. It's not like he doesn't like this; hell, he loves it. But it's so embarrassing that it only takes the smallest things to make him tumble over the edge, but Blaine.. Blaine can last for so long and it makes Kurt think that maybe he's not good enough.
It's like he can sense Kurt's apprehension and leans up slightly to press a kiss to the back of his neck. "You're beautiful," he whispers, pulling his hand away from Kurt's mouth. "I love it that you're like this Kurt. You're perfect," he continues, sliding out from under him and pushing him back on the bed. He spreads Kurt's legs (well, really, Kurt's had them spread from the start) and settles between them. "Just a little more," he says, kissing the side of Kurt's dick and slipping a finger into his ass. Kurt arches, a breathless moan leaving his lips.
"Blaine! Can't you just.. Ah.. F-fuck me already? It'd be.." He has to pause to catch his breath, which is quickly leaving him as Blaine adds another finger. "E-easier.. For the both of us.." He moans as Blaine curls his fingers inside of him. He stops talking, then, because Blaine slides his mouth over the end of Kurt's dick and he's gone in less than a second. He squeezes his eyes shut as Blaine adds another finger, swallowing Kurt's come and licking his dick back to life. "P-please Blaine.." He moans. "I want you to.." The fingers are gone and Blaine stands, stripping off his uniform and his underwear, leaving him in only a black wife beater. Kurt stares up at him, eyes lidded, lips parted, his legs splayed and his arms gripping the sheets. His cock stands at attention, twitching with need and leaking precome. If Blaine hadn't been hard as hell before, he was now.
He crawls back over Kurt, pressing kisses everywhere he can find exposed flesh. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, panting softly. "Please," he begs, his voice simply air. Blaine enters him slowly, centimeter by centimeter, letting him get used to every bit of it. He's trying as hard as his can to control himself and he can tell that Kurt is, too. He slides a hand down, wraps it around Kurt's length and pulls out a bit. The first time he thrusts back in, Kurt's gone again. Blaine keeps a slow rhythm with his hand, matching it to his thrusts, steady, paced, though it kills him. He watches Kurt lose it over and over again and he thinks that it's finally time to end it, as much as he loves this. He speeds up, driving his cock in harder and faster, wrapping his hand around the base of Kurt's dick, preventing him from coming. "Blaine!" He shouts, squeezing his arms around Blaine's neck and arching. Blaine hits repeatedly against that special bundle of nerves. He feels Kurt's muscles clench against him one last time and he comes hard, releasing his hand from Kurt's cock. Below him, Kurt's hips buck and he moans and writhes and Blaine is so stupidly turned on again. He has to calm himself down for Kurt's sake, he reminds himself. He pulls out, a small hiss leaving his lips.
He settles on his side, watching Kurt, who already appears to have fallen asleep.
"I hate you so much right now." Or not. Blaine cracks a grin and brushes a few stray hairs from Kurt's face.
"You love it," he says smoothly, leaning over and kissing Kurt's cheek. Kurt swats at him weakly, attempting to sit up and stand. Blaine's brow arches as Kurt just falls back to the bed.
"I need to get cleaned up!" He whines, trying again. Blaine pulls him back, shifting them both up and under the covers. "Come on, if I fall asleep now, we'll be so sticky in the morning.."
Blaine smiles, wrapping his arms around Kurt and snuggling close to him. "Then we'll just be sticky," he decides, kissing the side of his head. Kurt doesn't argue. It's warm and he's exhausted, so he lets sleep take him over. Blaine follows close behind, grinning even in his sleep.
Title is an inside joke.~
Prompt: Kurt has a problem with 'early arriving'.
Light touching, a little teasing and it's enough for him. His bf founds it totally hot.
Bonus points for multiple orgasm : D
"Blaine, no.. Come on," Kurt gasps as his boyfriend nips at his neck lightly. He feels the tongue swipe across his skin and lets out a soft moan. "At least let me take off my pants.. these are my only pair until next week! I can't ruin them with.." He blushes and Blaine bites down on his jugular, eliciting a loud gasp from Kurt.
Kurt presses his hands against Blaine's chest to push him away, not because he really wants to, but because he's already about to lose it and he really can't afford to ruin these pants. Blaine responds by pinning him to the bed and straddling his hips, keeping his mouth firmly attached to Kurt's neck. "Blaine!" He squeaks, fisting the lapels of his uniform blazer. "Please-- Ah!" He moans as Blaine rocks his hips against Kurt's already throbbing boner. "Let me.. Oh God, Blaine, I need to.. t-to.." He lets out a louder moan, strangled and a bit whiny and his hips buck up as he fills his pants with come. Panting, he pushes Blaine off of him and stands up. His face is red and he's embarrassed as hell. He slips off the pants, hoping that nothing went through his underwear. He exhales a deep sigh of relief when he finds that nothing did (because, really. These pants are dry clean only and he won't be able to get another pair until he can go shopping next weekend). He folds them and sets them on his bedside table. "I can't believe you-" He squeaks again as Blaine pulls him backwards. "But I need to change!" He says, even as Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, hiking up his shirt and kissing the soft skin of Kurt's lower back.
"What are you doing, Blaine?" He says, his voice cracking when Blaine draws his tongue up the base of Kurt's spine. He goes a bit breathless again, but he tries to fight it. "Come on, Blaine. I already did once.. Isn't that enou- Oh!" He gasps; Blaine slides his underwear down on his hips and trails his tongue downwards. "W-wait!" He pants, his hard on quickly returning as Blaine swirls his tongue over the tight ring of muscles at Kurt's entrance. Blaine ghosts his hands up and down Kurt's sides, pulls his underwear completely down and lets it fall to Kurt's ankles. He spreads Kurt's ass and keeps licking at it. "B-Blaine!" Kurt's voice is about three octaves too high and to Blaine, it's like he's singing. He wraps his hand around the end of Kurt's dick, just in time to catch the stream of white fluid that squirts from it. Kurt's knees weaken and he falls back on to Blaine's lap. "O-okay.. That's enough. Please, Blaine.. It's so embarrassing," he mumbles, his cheeks ruby red and his lips parted slightly. Blaine only smirks softly, bringing his fingers up to Kurt's mouth. He lets out a soft sound of protest before wrapping his lips around one of them, not only cleaning off the come, but coating them with saliva. It's not like he doesn't like this; hell, he loves it. But it's so embarrassing that it only takes the smallest things to make him tumble over the edge, but Blaine.. Blaine can last for so long and it makes Kurt think that maybe he's not good enough.
It's like he can sense Kurt's apprehension and leans up slightly to press a kiss to the back of his neck. "You're beautiful," he whispers, pulling his hand away from Kurt's mouth. "I love it that you're like this Kurt. You're perfect," he continues, sliding out from under him and pushing him back on the bed. He spreads Kurt's legs (well, really, Kurt's had them spread from the start) and settles between them. "Just a little more," he says, kissing the side of Kurt's dick and slipping a finger into his ass. Kurt arches, a breathless moan leaving his lips.
"Blaine! Can't you just.. Ah.. F-fuck me already? It'd be.." He has to pause to catch his breath, which is quickly leaving him as Blaine adds another finger. "E-easier.. For the both of us.." He moans as Blaine curls his fingers inside of him. He stops talking, then, because Blaine slides his mouth over the end of Kurt's dick and he's gone in less than a second. He squeezes his eyes shut as Blaine adds another finger, swallowing Kurt's come and licking his dick back to life. "P-please Blaine.." He moans. "I want you to.." The fingers are gone and Blaine stands, stripping off his uniform and his underwear, leaving him in only a black wife beater. Kurt stares up at him, eyes lidded, lips parted, his legs splayed and his arms gripping the sheets. His cock stands at attention, twitching with need and leaking precome. If Blaine hadn't been hard as hell before, he was now.
He crawls back over Kurt, pressing kisses everywhere he can find exposed flesh. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, panting softly. "Please," he begs, his voice simply air. Blaine enters him slowly, centimeter by centimeter, letting him get used to every bit of it. He's trying as hard as his can to control himself and he can tell that Kurt is, too. He slides a hand down, wraps it around Kurt's length and pulls out a bit. The first time he thrusts back in, Kurt's gone again. Blaine keeps a slow rhythm with his hand, matching it to his thrusts, steady, paced, though it kills him. He watches Kurt lose it over and over again and he thinks that it's finally time to end it, as much as he loves this. He speeds up, driving his cock in harder and faster, wrapping his hand around the base of Kurt's dick, preventing him from coming. "Blaine!" He shouts, squeezing his arms around Blaine's neck and arching. Blaine hits repeatedly against that special bundle of nerves. He feels Kurt's muscles clench against him one last time and he comes hard, releasing his hand from Kurt's cock. Below him, Kurt's hips buck and he moans and writhes and Blaine is so stupidly turned on again. He has to calm himself down for Kurt's sake, he reminds himself. He pulls out, a small hiss leaving his lips.
He settles on his side, watching Kurt, who already appears to have fallen asleep.
"I hate you so much right now." Or not. Blaine cracks a grin and brushes a few stray hairs from Kurt's face.
"You love it," he says smoothly, leaning over and kissing Kurt's cheek. Kurt swats at him weakly, attempting to sit up and stand. Blaine's brow arches as Kurt just falls back to the bed.
"I need to get cleaned up!" He whines, trying again. Blaine pulls him back, shifting them both up and under the covers. "Come on, if I fall asleep now, we'll be so sticky in the morning.."
Blaine smiles, wrapping his arms around Kurt and snuggling close to him. "Then we'll just be sticky," he decides, kissing the side of his head. Kurt doesn't argue. It's warm and he's exhausted, so he lets sleep take him over. Blaine follows close behind, grinning even in his sleep.