Word Count: 3,700~
Warnings: Blowjobs, facefucking, fingering, anal, very light biting/marking, rimming, and a tiny tiny bit of dirty talk.
Summary: PWP: Blaine’s parents are out which means he has a house to himself and therefore he and Kurt have the whole night to waste together. Basically, Blaine is an insatiable cockslut and Kurt gets to satisfy him.
Notes: Ellie made me write this. It’s all her fault. (Ending is shamelessly stolen from Gabby - with her permission of course.) This is possibly the smuttiest thing I have ever written in my life. I blame the fact it is late and I am too tired for anything to actually register (which is also my excuse for all mistakes in this).
“Blaine, Cooper’s still-”
Blaine shushed him, his hand wrapping around Kurt’s tie as his knees hit the bed and he fell back, pulling Kurt on top of him. He kept his firm grip on the garment, drawing him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
“I was going to do homework…” Kurt said with a breathless laugh, turning his face away from Blaine’s kisses.
Blaine wasn’t deterred, he simply moved down so his lips were attached to Kurt’s neck where he began sucking an impressive hickey. One arm wrapped tightly around Kurt’s waist, keeping him close.
“You can blow it off for one night,” he murmured against the bruise.
“You’re only saying that because you want something else blown,” Kurt said, pushing hard on Blaine’s shoulders, rolling them both so Kurt was straddling him.
“Can’t blame me,” Blaine said with a laugh; his hands dropped from Kurt’s tie and came to rest on his hips as he smiled up at Kurt.
Kurt hummed in agreement as he lowered his face so it was mere centimetres from Blaine’s and he could feel the breath fanning across his face.
Blaine’s lips were yielding against his; soft moans of pleasure from the back of Blaine’s throat were unexpectedly pleasurable as they tickled Kurt’s mouth. Kurt’s tongue broke through the seal of his lips, exploring the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth, tasting every inch as he unbuttoned Blaine’s shirt blindly. Blaine returned the favour, pushing the garment off Kurt’s shoulders as they continued to kiss, Blaine’s fingers loosening his tie and immediately reaching for his pants.
“No… where are you going?” Blaine whined as Kurt broke the kiss and slid off the mattress, pulling Blaine’s pants down as he went, throwing them into the corner before shimmying out of his own.
“Come further down,” Kurt said. Blaine remained in the same position, staring down at him on the floor in confusion and Kurt sighed. “If I’m going to blow you, I need your cock near my mouth, honey.”
Blaine moved like a bullet as he wriggled across the mattress until his legs were off the edge of the bed, a foot planted on either side of Kurt. His erection was lying heavy on his stomach, precome leaking from the tip.
Kurt reached up, collecting the liquid with his finger and slowly spreading it across Blaine’s cock before wrapping his hand around the shaft and pumping steadily. He watched with a small smile twitching at the corner of his hips as Blaine threw his head back, a low moan falling from his lips.
Kurt’s hand stilled at the base of his cock, holding it still as his lowered his mouth, his tongue poking out to slowly circle the slit. Blaine moaned again, louder that time, his fingers searching for a grip in Kurt’s hair.
Blaine’s cock was heavy on Kurt’s tongue as he sank his mouth over the head of his dick. Precome was dripping heavily from the slit, and Kurt’s tongue continued to lick the lines of liquid away as he swallowed it.
“Kurt,” Blaine moaned as his fingers tightened in Kurt’s hair, pushing him down until the tip of Kurt’s nose was brushing the curly hairs at the base of his dick. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, willing his throat to relax as he took Blaine deeper.
Blaine’s thighs clenched on either side of his head as Kurt hummed around his dick; his tongue licking as well as he could along the underside of his cock. Blaine groaned and withdrew slightly before thrusting his hips forward, the head of his dick hitting the back of Kurt’s throat sharply and he gave a garbled whine in return.
Blaine grunted and forced his hips back down onto the mattress.
“Sorry… Couldn’t control myself,” Blaine stuttered as his hands relaxed their grasp in his hair.
Kurt smirked as he pulled off Blaine completely, one hand idly stroking his cock as he stared up at Blaine.
“You don’t have to control yourself,” he said, bringing his free hand to cup his balls, rolling them between his fingers as Blaine’s breath stuttered through his lips.
“You mean…” Blaine’s mouth open and closed, but no sound came out as he sat up on his elbows to stare at Kurt in shock and hope.
Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine’s cock, the precome shining on his lips as his gaze flickered up to meet Blaine’s.
“Fuck my mouth,” he ordered before lowering himself back onto his cock.
Blaine groaned immediately, his hands claiming their place in Kurt’s hair again, and holding him steady as his hips thrust up from the bed. Kurt took a calming breath through his nose as Blaine hit the back of his throat and kept pushing until the dense, wiry hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against Kurt’s parted lips.
Blaine was moaning wantonly as he guided Kurt up and down his shaft, his fingers twisting in his hair when Kurt ran his tongue around the head at every opportunity, knowing that it drove Blaine wild. Kurt’s mouth was open wide, his lip wet with saliva were curled over his teeth so Blaine didn’t have to be careful as he fucked roughly.
He sucked as best as he could, but the irregular thrusts as Blaine came closer to the edge of his orgasm made it hard to maintain any sort of suction around his cock.
The moans and whimpers that fell from Blaine’s lips were enough to make Kurt’s neglected cock ache in protest until Kurt loosely fisted his free hand around his erection and slowly stroked to get some relief.
He could tell that his lips were red and swollen from the way Blaine’s cock rubbed across them and his breath was coming in harsh, infrequent gasps whenever Blaine tugged at his hair and allowed him to withdraw for a moment before dragging him back down.
His hand sped up, tightening around his dick as Blaine’s thrusts became wilder, and his moans and whines grew louder.
He pushed himself deep into Kurt’s mouth one last time as he came with a yell, his come flooding Kurt’s mouth. He swallowed as well as he could around Blaine’s cock, but some still leaked out from the corners of his mouth dribbling down his chin until he couldn’t reach it with his tongue when he pulled away from Blaine.
“Here,” Blaine said softly when he crawled up onto the bed to lie next to him, wiping his thumb through the lines of come and sucking it off himself. Kurt groaned at the sight and his hips subconsciously jerked forward, brushing his erection against Blaine’s naked thigh.
“Sorry,” he said and rolled over to get away from the stimulation.
Blaine whined in disapproval, and Kurt felt the mattress dip behind him as Blaine shuffled up and spooned him, one arm draping over his waist so his fingers could wrap around his achingly hard cock.
Kurt hummed disapprovingly; ignoring the screaming desire of his cock to let Blaine continue, he covered Blaine’s hand with his own and stopped the movement.
“I want to come in you,” he said softly and Blaine moaned again.
“Too soon,” Blaine murmured, shaking his head.
Kurt grinned and kissed him softly. “It’s okay; I can wait a few minutes.”
“A few minutes?” Blaine asked, removing his hand from Kurt’s erection in favour of threading his fingers through Kurt’s and bringing them up to his mouth to brush his lips against his knuckles. “You have very high expectations of me.”
Kurt laugh and wriggled closer to Blaine, his ass brushing against Blaine’s cock, causing him to moan and his grip on Kurt’s hand to tighten.
“I have first-hand experience with your recovery time,” Kurt reminded and purposefully rolled his hips so his ass was pressed right against his dick for a moment, “and a few minutes should be plenty.”
Kurt turned his head to kiss Blaine softly before rolling onto his hands and knees and crawling across the large double bed to fish the almost empty bottle of lube from its place in Blaine’s bedside drawer.
“We need to get some more lube,” he said as he re-joined Blaine in the centre of the bed.
“It’s your turn to go through that traumatic shopping experience,” Blaine said with a smile.
“I know; there’s no need to look so smug about it,” Kurt grumbled.
“I just think that you deserve the same humiliation that I had to go through,” Blaine said. “Finn was in the supermarket, Kurt. Finn.”
Kurt laughed pressed his chest against Blaine’s, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry for the awful experience, baby.” He placed a kiss on Blaine’s jaw. “I promise next time I’ll keep Finn at home when you go lube-shopping.”
“Well, you won’t need to for a while because it’s your turn,” Blaine repeated as Kurt freed his hands to deal with the lube.
“I was thinking we should try out some of the flavoured stuff next time,” Kurt said, digging his fingernails under the lid and popping it open and spreading some onto the fingers of his free hand.
“Really?” Blaine asked as Kurt began to run his fingers in small circles around the small of his back, slowly tracing down so he was stoking across the swell of his ass. “D-does that actually taste g-good?” he stuttered as Kurt’s fingers slid into his crack.
“I guess we’ll find out,” Kurt said with a smirk, kissing along the underside of Blaine’s jaw as his fingers slowly started circling the rim off his asshole.
Blaine didn’t bother continuing the conversation as his head lolled back, uncovering his neck for easy access. Kurt’s lips moved lower until his was kissing and biting at the flawless skin above his collarbone. Blaine moaned as his tongue licked across bruising skin.
Against his thigh, Kurt could feel Blaine’s growing erection and couldn’t help but feel smug because he knew it wouldn’t be longer than a few minutes. Blaine was obviously thinking along the same the lines and within moments, he was hitching a leg over Kurt’s hip, thrusting his hardening cock closer to Kurt’s.
Kurt sucked abused skin, knowing how hard it was to make Blaine bruise and thinking that he really wanted this one to stay for a while. His teeth nipped across the mark at the same time as he let his fingers twitch against his hole.
There wasn’t enough pressure for them to actually enter him, but it was enough for Blaine to moan and roll away from Kurt until he was lying on his stomach, his knees pulled up underneath him and his ass pushed high into the air, shamelessly presenting himself to Kurt.
“Please, baby, please,” Blaine begged.
“Please what?” Kurt said innocently, as if he didn’t know that the way he was merely brushing the tips of his fingers against Blaine’s asshole would drive him wild like that. Teasingly, he paused and allowed his index finger to push past the tight ring of muscles, barely stretching him for a second before withdrawing.
Blaine glared balefully over his shoulder at Kurt, who smiled angelically back. He moaned helplessly and thrust his ass back, trying to force Kurt to fuck him but Kurt just moved his hand so both of his palms were resting on Blaine’s ass cheeks.
“You need to tell me what you want, Blaine…” He dug his fingernails lightly into the tender flesh of his ass.
Blaine moaned again, loud and eager, burying his face into his duvet as he yelled, “Please fuck me!”
Kurt laughed at the unbridled desperation in Blaine’s voice and took pity on him, grabbing the lube from the sheets and slathering a little more on his fingers before giving Blaine what he wanted. He pushed his index finger past the rings of muscles that clenched tight around the intrusion as Blaine moaned in relief.
Kurt was done with the teasing just as much as Blaine was. His cock was hard and aching, ordering him to stop with the preparation and just fuck, but his head still had enough control to stop him and force him to wait as he inserted another finger beside the first.
Blaine was apparently unaware to Kurt’s inner conflict as he fucked himself back on Kurt’s fingers, a long string of loud groans tumbling out of him whenever Kurt’s crooked fingers hit his prostate.
“Kurt,” he whined as Kurt pushed in a third finger, pausing at the knuckles to let Blaine adjust before roughly thrusting them forward until they were as far in as possible and Blaine was whimpering and writhing, his fingers twisting and clenching in the sheets.
There was a pause when it was silent apart from Kurt’s heavy breathing and the loud moans and whimpers from Blaine as Kurt stretched him thoroughly, his fingers twisting and turning on every thrust.
Kurt was kneeling behind Blaine, watching the way Blaine’s asshole clenched around his fingers and the shiny slick of lube that had rubbed onto the rim of muscles was glistening in the dim light of Blaine’s room.
Blaine moaned again, loud enough that Kurt was pretty sure people in the neighbouring states could hear it and he smirked.
“You really are desperate tonight, aren’t you?” he asked.
Blaine’s only response was a garbled moan of nonsensical syllables. Kurt caught an attempt at his name and leaned forward to kiss his ass, licking along a bead of sweat that was dripping from his back.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” He pushed his fingers in sharply. “With my cock, I mean.”
“Yes, plea- Oh! Please fuck me, Kurt.”
Kurt laughed against his ass, pulling back with a parting bite to his cheek and withdrawing his fingers. Blaine’s whine was displeasure was mixed with a groan of anticipation and Blaine spread his legs underneath him, raising his ass higher into the air as Kurt grabbed the bottle lube.
Kurt emptied the remaining lube onto his hand, fisting his cock quickly as he tried to spread it as evenly as he could. He was too impatient to take his time like he usually would; instead, he quickly found himself wiping his palm around the sheets before gripping Blaine’s hips and lining himself up, pushing in with one, rough thrust.
Both he and Blaine cried out at the same time at the sudden feelings. Kurt paused to catch his breath when he was fully seated inside of Blaine, his hipbones pressed against his ass cheeks.
They were sweating in the hot, stuffy room and Kurt’s fingers tightened around Blaine to make up for the damp skin. He knew that there would probably be bruises in the morning and the thought of marking Blaine sent spikes of arousal shooting to his dick.
“Oh fuck, Kurt!” Blaine cried as Kurt withdrew only to slam back into him. His hands scrabbled uselessly at his hips before sliding up to grab his shoulders so Kurt was half-lying across Blaine’s back, his chest heaving with the grateful breaths that he was finally going to come.
Blaine’s face was pressed into the covers, turned to the side so every moan and whimper that passed through his lips was clearly audible over Kurt’s gasps and the slapping of skin as Kurt’s hips met Blaine’s ass.
As always, Blaine was so tight and hot around him that Kurt had to question whether this was even real. Every time he thrust in, Blaine would grunt and his ass would clench around him as if he was trying to milk the orgasm out of him and it was almost working; Kurt was practically seeing stars behind his eyes as he tried to force himself to concentrate on Blaine’s muscular back.
It was like his body was on autopilot as he fucked in Blaine. Kurt could hardly recognise that the movements were his; his brain was so taken by the intense pleasure of his boyfriend’s tight ass around his cock. Beneath him, Blaine was just taking it, his legs spread wide on the bed and his hands uselessly holding onto the duvet as he let Kurt use him.
The steady cries of garbled nonsense told Kurt that Blaine definitely enjoying it, however. He was practically screaming by the time Kurt took pity on him and reached around to grab his cock that was red and hard.
“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt,” he repeated like a mantra, probably unable to form any semblance of sentences or pleas.
“Blaine,” Kurt replied uselessly, as he tightened his fist and jerked him off faster, matching the impatient urgency of his own thrusts.
“Kurt,” Blaine screamed, turning his face into the duvet as he came again that evening, covering the sheets and Kurt’s hand in his come. His asshole clench hard around Kurt’s dick, clamping around it and creating something that Kurt could only compare to heaven as he slammed his cock forward one more time, burying himself as deep as he could into Blaine as his orgasm swept through his body.
He fell, boneless on top of Blaine who had all but collapsed onto the covers. His come-covered hand was still caught between Blaine’s stomach and the bed, and both of their bodies were slick with sweat as they lay in a trembling pile of limbs, trying to regain control of themselves as the aftershocks of their orgasms sucked the remaining energy from them.
After a minute of stillness, Kurt rolled himself off Blaine, pulling his now soft cock out. Blaine whimpered despondently at the loss and Kurt smiled sleepily at Blaine’s constant need to have something in him.
“I love you,” he murmured into Blaine’s side and an arm wrapped around him.
“Love you too,” came Blaine’s garbled reply before a moan of discomfort.
Kurt opened his eyes as Blaine shifted next to him, trying to work out what he was doing. He almost laughed when he noticed the come leaking out of Blaine’s ass, a little bit dribbling down the inside of his thigh.
Kurt kissed his shoulder as he looked around for the box of wipes they kept for this reason, and realised with a pang of annoyance that they had used the last one and had forgotten to buy another pack. Tissues were always an option, but Kurt knew how sore Blaine was after he was rough and that tissues were uncomfortable against his swollen hole.
He ran a finger up the streak of come, wiping it from Blaine’s leg before sucking it from his finger. Blaine’s bleary gaze was fixed on him over his shoulder and he groaned at the sight of Kurt licking his own come from his finger.
Kurt met his stare and smiled at him, gently brushing his lips against the hickey he had sucked on his ass earlier, before moving his mouth over Blaine’s ass.
His tongue was soothing the sore muscle in gentle strokes, his hands stroking up and down the sides of Blaine’s torso comfortingly as he cleaned him up.
Blaine was quieter now; coming twice had taken a lot out of him and Kurt knew that as soon as he was done and had crawled back to Blaine’s side, he would be asleep instantly, so he tried not to dawdle. His tongue licked away any stray come that had leaked from Blaine.
Blaine’s reached down to cover Kurt’s hand with his, drawing his attention away from his hole. He tugged gently and Kurt unwilling pulled away from his ass, crawling back up the bed as rolled onto his side and pulled Kurt against him so they were spooning, their interlocked hands resting on Kurt’s hip and Blaine’s breath tickled his ear.
“I love you,” Blaine repeated and Kurt smiled as he burrowed further back into Blaine.
Life always seemed easiest in those moments, wrapped up in Blaine’s arms on sweat and come-stained sheets.
“I love you too.”
Cooper was already downstairs by the time Kurt convinced Blaine to get out of bed the next morning. He glanced up when the two boys entered and greeted them with a smile, which both of the boys returned.
Blaine sank into a chair as soon as he possibly could and Kurt had to quickly turn away from the brothers in order to hide his smirk because he knew exactly why Blaine didn’t want to be standing, but it was hardly an appropriate thought during breakfast with his boyfriend’s older brother.
“Do you want cereal or toast, Blaine?” Kurt asked as he boiled the kettle for his traditional early morning cup of coffee.
“Cereal,” Blaine murmured tiredly and reached for the carton of orange juice that was in the middle of the table, ignoring – or not noticing – the unimpressed glance given to him by Cooper when he took a few swigs without bothering to reach for a glass. Kurt simply rolled his eyes at Blaine’s inability to have manners when he was tired as he grabbed a box of cornflakes from the cupboard and put a slice of bread in the toaster.
“Do you want anything, Cooper?” he added as an afterthought.
“No, it’s cool, I had breakfast earlier.”
Kurt brought Blaine his bowl of cereal, setting in front of him and kissing him on the cheek before finishing brewing his coffee and grabbing his toast. He slid into the empty chair next to Blaine, blowing across the surface of his coffee to cool it before taking a sip.
They ate quietly until Cooper broke the silence.
“I never took you for a screamer, Blaine,” he said casually, not looking up from the newspaper.
Blaine spat out his mouthful of cornflakes as Kurt’s mouth fell open, the small amount of coffee that he didn’t manage to inhale in shock dribbling down his chin.
“What?” Blaine spluttered when he could breathe.
“Thin walls, little brother.” Cooper paused and looked up from his newspaper thoughtfully. “No, wait, they’re actually really thick, you just happen to be really loud.”
Kurt and Blaine stared at him in shock, both of their cheeks burning in embarrassment, as Cooper’s focus dropped back to the newspaper article, a small smile on his face.