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Blaine has woken up with Kurt before of course. But it's infinitely different with the whole possibility of a life together sprawling out ahead of them. Not that he's insanely jumping the gun or anything. All he knows is that they've basically been official for one whole day. And it's the weekend which means their only plans should be doing each other. As much as possible.
"Morning, gorgeous," Kurt murmurs. He kisses him, warm and soft and then wanders off to the bathroom. Blaine thinks Kurt is maybe not understanding the significance of the moment. Still, he'll take a kiss that's just a kiss. He'll take a thousand of those. For the rest of their lives.
He really needs to not get weird about this. He'll scare Kurt off.
The shower starts up and Blaine feels he may as well get a jump start on his own plans for the day. He slept naked so it's a simple case of grabbing lube and a condom from the drawer.
He throws the sheets off so he's spread out and exposed. The performer in him is very open to being mildly exhibitionist when the situation calls.
He sighs contentedly when his finger presses inside. He's done this to himself several times now, either to get himself ready for Kurt or just by himself, and he's gotten pretty good.
He goes slow. Kurt likes long showers. He has time. He teases himself, lightly stroking over his dick with his free hand. He opens up easily to a second finger. He moans softly to himself as he finds the right place, arching his hips into the touch.
He just lets himself rock on two fingers for a while. His dick fills and swells as the familiar aching pleasure of being filled starts to take hold. He needs Kurt's dick to really get the fullness he craves but his fingers will do for now. He pushes in a third. He groans lowly and has to stop stroking himself to prevent getting there too quickly.
"Holy shit." Kurt's voice makes Blaine's eyes snap open. Kurt is naked from the shower, slightly damp, his eyes dark and fixed on where Blaine's fingers are inside his body.
He approaches the bed, grabs the lube and after a moment, pushes a finger in next to Blaine's three. Blaine whines and writhes, accepting the additional digit eagerly.
"Could you not wait, baby?" Kurt asks, honey soft. "Were you just that desperate to get something in you right away?"
"Need you," Blaine whimpers.
"I know you do, greedy boy," Kurt says warmly. He removes his finger and crawls up the bed to kiss him. Blaine opens beneath him, accepting his tongue breathlessly, continuing to rock on his own hand.
He thinks he could come just like this. His own fingers moving frantically inside, Kurt's body over his and the familiar feel of his mouth. But Kurt catches his wrist, gently pulls his hand away. Blaine protests the loss and Kurt silences him with another kiss.
"Roll over," Kurt instructs. "I'm going to give you what you need." His voice drops to a velvety husk. "In fact, I've really missed this ass so I'm going to enjoy you and you're going to be a good boy and take it, OK?"
Blaine lets out a shaky breath and instantly rolls onto his hands and knees but Kurt pushes him down until he's flat and presses his fingers inside. Blaine groans and bucks up, trying to take them deeper.
"Never known anyone love it like you," Kurt breathes wonderingly. "Clutching around my fingers like you can't wait for my dick."
"There's a reason for that," Blaine manages through a gasp, voice low.
Kurt kisses him between his shoulders. "Once I'm ready." He teases with his fingers for an agonizingly long time, ignoring Blaine's desperate noises and keeping him pressed flat whenever he tries to squirm back into the touch.
He eventually moves away and Blaine has to suppress the growl of frustration. He can hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and the snap of more lube and then finally, finally he feels Kurt's dick nudging at the crease of his ass.
"Please, please ," Blaine begs, arching his ass up as much as he can without going onto his knees.
"Relax, sweetheart," Kurt soothes. And then he's lining himself up and pushing smoothly in. Blaine is finally, deliciously full . Kurt moans shakily. He nudges Blaine's legs apart further so he can kneel between them.
Then his body is over Blaine's, chest to back, arms tucking in around Blaine's so Blaine is effectively pinned in place. He melts at the warm weight of him, arches his ass until it's flush with Kurt's hips. It's a wonderfully intimate position with Kurt all around him and over him and inside him.
"Oh, you feel so good," Kurt breathes, close to his ear, lips skimming the shell.
Blaine manages a soft moan of agreement, too overwhelmed to form words. Kurt starts to move slowly and Blaine cries out. Kurt's so deep and hot and his thick cock is keeping Blaine spread open and helpless beneath him. Blaine really can only take it, his dick painfully hard and trapped under his belly. The angle is intense, Kurt's dick dragging and pressing over the perfect spot so that Blaine can only pant his pleasure out against the mattress. He hinges his hips up, relaxing as much as he can, taking Kurt's cock greedily.
"Mm that's it, gorgeous," Kurt soothes. His kisses are soft and damp against Blaine's back and shoulders. "Being so good for me."
"Yes, yes, God," Blaine moans shamelessly. He's desperate for it. The way Kurt is over him, thrusting down and hard, filling him completely. The slap of their skin. The constant unending drag of Kurt's dick over his most sensitive places. " Kurt -"
"Shh, let me enjoy you." Kurt's thrusts become more forceful, pressing Blaine into the mattress. Blaine's stomach coils with heat. He tries to press back, to chase the feeling but he doesn't have to. The relentless pump of Kurt's hips gets him there, has him crying out helplessly into his arms. He feels his dick spill wetly. It's not quite the same as a normal orgasm. It's an aching pleasure, focussed purely on the inside.
Blaine moans and clenches and shivers when Kurt responds by fucking him harder still. His dick is still spurting over his belly but doesn't seem to be softening. Blaine can't stop the noises spilling out of him, completely incoherent.
"I think that's the spot right there, huh?" Kurt teases gently, biting his ear.
Blaine can't respond. The constant deep grind has him trembling. It's unstoppable, completely out of his control which just makes it even more intense. And now he's come once, it's all he can focus on. The thick, hot length of Kurt inside. Stretching and filling him.
He squirms and Kurt presses down to keep him still and it's enough that his dick gushes again. He whines, going completely pliant beneath Kurt's body. He's not sure Kurt knows exactly what's happening but clearly he has some idea because he groans out, "That's it, baby," against Blaine's neck. "So hot. Coming on my dick. Still doing OK?"
"Hngg."
Kurt pulls him up a little to reach beneath them. His hand slides warmly over Blaine's belly to find him wet and still hard. "Oh." He grinds in deep and Blaine's dick spurts again in response. It feels near constant. "God. You just keep coming. So fucking hot."
"Kurt," Blaine pleads. He presses his cheek to the bed, pushes his ass up. Kurt moves relentlessly, filling him over and over. Blaine cries out weakly, clawing the sheet, completely overcome.
"I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart. Gonna just keep filling you up until you can't come anymore. Is that what you want?"
It's exactly what Blaine wants. He's never come so much in his life. Didn't know he could . Every hot drag has him groaning his pleasure against his arms. His thighs are shaking, trembling when his dick jerks yet again.
"You're doing so well," Kurt murmurs, sounding out of breath. "So beautiful."
"Please, please," Blaine pants, beyond knowing what he's asking for. Kurt strokes over him, gently but it's all it takes for Blaine to come fully. Almost dry, heat sparking sensitively over his body, his ass clenching painfully tight on Kurt's dick.
"Fuck. That's it, gorgeous." Kurt presses in close when he comes, panting frantically against Blaine's neck. Blaine is a shaky, throbbing mess of a person. He can barely feel Kurt inside him anymore.
Kurt sometimes likes to linger but he pulls out quickly and gently rolls Blaine onto his back. He covers his face with kisses, strokes his hair, whispers, "You're amazing. How are you feeling?"
"Uh?"
Kurt laughs, nudging their noses together. His chest is heaving, he's shining with sweat, and Blaine has to appreciate just how long he kept that up for. He doesn't know how to thank someone for rocking his entire existence though so he settles for pulling Kurt into a lazy kiss. It's a while before Kurt's soothing touches and gentle kisses let Blaine come down enough to talk.
"I think sex is somehow even better now that we're…" Blaine hesitates. They've not truly defined that yet.
"Boyfriends?"
"Yes. Boyfriends. So glad we're on the same page."
Kurt smiles, soft and fond. "I thought I was pretty clear what page I'm on."
"Yes. But also. I'm prone to fucking everything up. And overthinking. And I don't want to mess up by assuming."
"Blaine. You're not going to scare me off, OK? I told you a long time ago that we're a team. Us against the world. Why would I possibly mean that any less now that I'm- Well. Fucking crazy about you."
Blaine beams. "I'm crazy about you too. That why I don't want to mess this up."
Kurt makes a thoughtful noise. "You probably will. And so will I. It's impossible that one of us won't mess up at some point. But I think you and me? We'll always work it out. And we've been through the worst of it."
Blaine sighs happily and kisses Kurt again, brushing through his damp hair. Kurt's confidence in them makes him feel like he could rip down any obstacle in their way before it even becomes one."Im glad you think so given you're such a..."
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "Such a what?"
"Curmudgeon," Blaine says sweetly, sounding ridiculously fond to his own ears.
"Brat," Kurt whispers and kisses him.
"Do you have plans today?"
"If you help me rehearse for my Final, I'm yours all day."
I'm yours always , Blaine thinks but doesn't say. There's time for all that. Finally there's time.