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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Edging, Orgasm_Control, First_Time, Mild_D/s, mild_bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-09 Words: 5026
****** Strange What Desire ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Kurt and Blaine haven’t been able to spend much time alone together,
     so they decide to change that. The first time they're able to spend
     the night together, Kurt wants to try something and Blaine learns
     more about himself than he expected.
Notes
     For Ro, of whom I love dearly. Also, Bree challenged me to write ass
     play more often. Special shout out to the Porn Corner who inspires me
     every day with their awesome. <3
They don’t get to just lie together and enjoy each other’s company often. It’s
rare that they have the time to kiss and touch and soak each other in. Though
it is summer break, Blaine is working at Six Flags most days and Kurt’s
afternoons are spent busy with friends, family, or miscellaneous projects. When
they do see each other, it’s always when there are parents or siblings home or
when they’re in public at the Lima Bean or theater or local roller rink.
Normally they don’t mind. They don’t go more than a few hours without texting
each other, and Blaine genuinely enjoys having dinner with Kurt’s family. As
for Blaine’s family, his dad’s finally coming around since Kurt proved to be as
proficient with cars as he was with musical theater and his mom has begged for
one of Kurt’s soufflé recipes. Though Blaine’s never been afraid of his parents
outright rejecting his first boyfriend, he can’t help but be proud of how well
they’ve accepted Kurt without any prompting from Blaine himself.
So really, they don’t mind sharing their time with their family and friends.
From what Kurt’s told him from experience with New Directions' dating habits,
it’s the couples who close themselves off from their regular lives, the ones
that are greedy with their time and forget that they have friends and loved
ones who need attention as well, those are the ones who last no more than a
month or two. Blaine doesn’t want them to become that kind of couple.
Still, it’d be nice once in a while to have some time alone. They’ve been
together for several months, and despite Kurt’s previous hesitancy, they’ve
been physical for nearly that long. It’s normally rushed petting, sucking,
grinding before they are interrupted by a parent who’s just returned from the
store or friends who are inviting them out for a group date at the local mini
golf course. It’s good, but Blaine craves more.
A few times, they were able to go a bit further. Memories of rimming Kurt keep
Blaine up at night, feverish and sweating until he has to bite his hand to keep
from moaning too loud as he comes. Then there was the time Kurt fingered him,
in the back seat of Kurt’s SUV, quick and dirty and all too aware that somebody
might see them if they walked too close to the car. That alone makes Blaine
wish he could whisk them both away for a weekend on a deserted island so that
they can properly explore their bodies, explore how their physical intimacy has
changed them as people and as a couple. Blaine wants to be free to go as slow
and gentle as he wants, for Kurt to give him the attention he craves, all
without worrying about getting caught.
It isn’t until August that Blaine gets an idea as to how he and Kurt can be
alone together for longer than a fleeting hour.
At Puck’s one night, while Artie and Sam school each other on Mario Kart 64,
the boys start talking about their girlfriends. Lauren still has Puck on a
tight leash, but Puck admits that he kind of enjoys catering to her every whim.
Mike tells them that he and Tina once claimed that they had to spend a long
weekend at Asian Camp, but in reality they were at a hotel in another town,
ordering room service and spending a glorious two days together. Finn chimes in
with how he lost his virginity to Santana in a motel room and Puck adds that he
can’t count the number of times he had brought a Cheerio to the Lima Holiday
Inn for the night.
It’s almost like a light bulb flicks on in his head.
-
Blaine brings the idea to Kurt the next day as they lay in Blaine’s bed after
dinner. He curls into Kurt as they relax, because Kurt likes being the one to
wrap his arms around Blaine and Blaine likes the security of being held. It has
nothing to do with gender roles or gay stereotypes or anything like that; they
just know what kinds of things the other needs to feel safe and loved.
After a quiet moment with nothing but soft music coming from Blaine’s laptop,
Blaine looks up at Kurt and says, “So I have a crazy idea.”
Kurt chuckles lightly, clearly amused, but his eyebrows knit together as if
he’s concerned. “Whenever you say things like that, I feel like I need to have
a first aid kid around.”
“If we need a first aid kit for this, then we have bigger problems than my
crazy ideas,” Blaine responds. “But seriously, you’ll like this idea.”
“Go on.”
“Let’s rent a hotel room this weekend – just the two of us.” Kurt looks down at
him curiously, but doesn’t show signs of rejecting the idea just yet so Blaine
continues: “School begins again soon; it’s just a few more weeks away and we’ll
be busy with our Senior year of high school and who knows how much time we’ll
have together. This summer has been fun, but we haven’t had a lot of time to
ourselves.”
Kurt presses a kiss to Blaine’s temple. “Tell me about it. I feel like the
universe is conspiring with my dad to keep me a virgin until my wedding night.”
Blaine grins and tips his face up to kiss Kurt’s jaw. He whispers low in Kurt’s
ear, “I’m pretty sure there are some that would argue that you haven’t been a
virgin since June when I leaned you over your desk and fucked you with my
tongue.”
“Blaine!” Kurt says, a word that Blaine supposes is supposed to be threatening
but sounds more like a groan.
“If you want, we could remove all doubt this weekend at the hotel,” Blaine says
against Kurt’s neck, nipping at the skin to punctuate his point.
Kurt sighs happily and presses his leg between Blaine’s to begin rocking into
him. “Tell me more.”
-
It’s almost ridiculously easy for them to put their plan into action. Kurt
tells Burt that he’s going to Lake Erie with Rachel and Mercedes for a “Diva
Retreat” that weekend and Blaine convinces his parents that he’s helping Wes
move into Columbia as a sort of thanks for being such a great friend when he
needed it. Their families buy it - hook, line, and sinker - and soon they’re
booking a hotel room in Westerville for two nights with plans to be back in
Lima on Sunday.
Blaine packs light. He makes sure that he has enough clothes, in case he’s
assuming too much about how Kurt will want to spend the weekend, but he doesn’t
expect to be wearing much for forty-eight hours. Before he picks Kurt up at
Rachel’s house (she really is going to Lake Erie with Mercedes for a self-
titled Diva Retreat), Blaine showers thoroughly and makes sure that he has
extra lube and condoms in his bag just in case.
The hotel they’ve picked isn’t very fancy, but it’s clean and the parking lot
isn’t full which Blaine hopes means that there’s little chance that they’ll
receive noise complaints if they get too loud. Blaine doesn't plans on keeping
himself from moaning and panting and whining like he has in the past. He hopes
that Kurt will be doing the same.
When they get into the room and set down their duffle bags, Kurt casts a
critical eye on the curtain's floral print for only a few seconds before he
turns to Blaine with a wicked grin that makes shivers run down his spine. The
smile is so seductive that Blaine can no longer see the boy that was once shy
about being sexy. When Kurt turns that look on Blaine, he wants to drop to his
knees and worship Kurt with his hands, his mouth, and his entire body until
Kurt owns him fully and without a shadow of a doubt.
“Now that you have me here, where do you want me?” Kurt asks as he carefully
peels off his vest and begins to unbutton his shirt.
Blaine steps up to him, close enough that a light wind would knock their lips
together, and grips him tight on his hips. “Anywhere. I just wantyou.”
They kiss then, slow and languid because they have all of the time in the
world, or at least that’s how it seems to them. Kurt sucks on Blaine’s top lip,
making his breath catch and he opens his mouth to let Kurt’s tongue probe
lazily. They can take their time, explore further than they normally can now
that they have no need to rush.
The sensuality of Kurt’s touch, where it caresses from his jaw, down his neck
and over his chest, makes Blaine grow hard in his shorts. A simmering buzz of
pleasure settles itself like a mantle over his skin, and delicious want twists
his stomach into knots as he becomes more and more turned on.
They quickly shed their clothes and move to the bed, lying down under the
covers to protect them from the chilled air. They barely stop kissing and
touching and tasting, drinking each other in like men who have found an oasis
in the desert. There’s a point where Blaine isn’t sure where he ends and Kurt
begins because their limbs are so tangled together - constantly moving,
constantly touching.
Without a time limit, Blaine feels bolder, with a primal need to do things slow
and thorough. There isn’t an inch of skin Blaine doesn’t want to touch, caress,
learn. Before, they fooled around because they needed the release; now they can
because they want to learn each other. Blaine finds it surprising that he still
feels a hesitancy to check locks or windows or messages, but he pushes past
that in order to kiss down Kurt’s neck and suck at his collar.
Kurt grabs Blaine’s cock lightly, too light to really get him off but enough to
make him hard, and strokes him, stopping whenever Blaine’s hips cant forward
for more pressure. It’s maddening and amazing and Blaine finds himself curious
as to how long he can last until he’s begging. Refusing to whine for more just
yet, he bites his lips and arches his back when Kurt stutters to a halt once
more.
“I have an idea,” Kurt whispers into his skin. “Wait here and don’t touch
yourself.”
The command is soft but authoritative and Blaine feels compelled to obey
despite the need to rub one out nearly overriding all else. Kurt slips out of
bed, ass sashaying sinfully as his walks, leaving Blaine to wonder what he’s
retrieving. He watches as Kurt pulls out a satchel and drops it onto the bed.
From inside it, Kurt pulls out a bottle of lube, an old scarf, and a small
vibrator.
Kurt crawls back onto bed and pulls the covers away from Blaine’s body. The
cool air makes him shiver instantly, but Blaine’s too curious to withdraw. He
sits up and watches Kurt place the things on the bed beside them. “What’s all
that for?”
“This is mine,” Kurt explains as he holds the toy up for Blaine to see. “I know
you’ve never used one before so I thought that maybe we could start with this
if you’re interested.”
Blaine nods, watching the vibrator hungrily as Kurt holds it. “And the scarf?”
Kurt blushes and looks away. “I was thinking maybe I could tie you up? I don’t
know, it’s stupid, forget-“
“I think I’d like that,” Blaine whispers, voice going hoarse as his mind
provides him a million images of the things he’d let Kurt do to him if he
weren’t able to move his hands.
“Yeah?” Kurt looks up at him shyly.
When Blaine nods, Kurt launches himself at him, tackling him back down onto the
bed and kissing him furiously, rubbing himself against Blaine’s hip. Blaine
bucks up automatically, groaning when he’s provided with the delicious friction
he’d been denied previously. Kurt echoes him and there’s a blissful moment
where Blaine wonders if Kurt’s forgotten the bondage and vibrator for later.
Blaine wouldn’t mind much; he just wants to get off as soon as possible.
He’s so caught up in kissing and grinding against Kurt that he doesn’t notice
Kurt bringing his hands together and slipping the scarf around his wrists until
there’s a tight pull as it's being double knotted. Blaine looks down at his
wrists, bound together so securely that he’s certain Kurt’s going to have to
cut the fabric from his arms to let him go.
“You’re such a cheater.”
Kurt pulls away with a shit eating grin on his face and sits on his heels. “I
don’t think it’s cheating if you wanted it, honey.”
Blaine laughs because he has a point, and stretches his arms above his head,
intending to relax as Kurt does as he wishes to Blaine’s body. He’s at Kurt’s
mercy now, cock resting hard against his stomach and muscles already tense with
the need to get off. If Blaine wanted to, if he had less will power, then he
could easily reach down and grab his dick with both hands. That isn’t the point
of the being bound, though; Kurt told him not to touch and Blaine will be
damned if he disobeys.
Kurt starts off by kissing his chest, paying special attention to the places
they both know drives Blaine mad. When Kurt sucks at his nipples, Blaine
squirms, and when he nips gently at the spot below his rib cage, Blaine’s eyes
roll back in his head. The kisses move lower, over his abdomen and around his
cock, outlining the place Blaine wants Kurt to kiss the most. Wherever there’s
a sensitive patch of skin, Kurt kisses it, licks it, bites it until Blaine is
panting heavily beneath him.
When Kurt is finally between his thighs, he grabs the vibrator and twists it to
the lowest setting, a soft pulse that Blaine can barely hear over the room’s
air conditioning unit. Kurt pulls and pushes at Blaine’s legs until he’s spread
apart, open and exposed to whatever Kurt is planning to do. The vibrator
tickles the skin on the inside of his knee and then Kurt slides it up his inner
thigh where the skin is thin and soft. Kurt moves it against his pubic bone and
Blaine can feel the faint vibrations in his cock. It’s a gentle tease meant to
wind him and it’s doing its job.
After what feels like a lifetime of being teased by the vibrator, Kurt sets it
down and turns it off. A slicked-up finger presses against Blaine’s hole,
pushing inside easily as he relaxes around it. Blaine sighs with contentment
because feeling Kurt inside of him is like coming home, like his life finally
falls together in a neat little order that makes sense. All of the confusion
and hurt of the past just goes away because the person he loves most is right
there with him, like they’ve become one being for that moment in time.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine says, voice thick and gravelly even to his own ears.
“Just ‘God’ is fine,” Kurt quips back as he moves his finger in and out,
pressing against his walls.
Blaine can’t help but laugh and wraps his bound arms around Kurt’s neck,
pulling Kurt down for a kiss. A second digit pushes past the ring of muscle,
stretching Blaine and opening him up for more. Kurt pumps his fingers in and
out slowly, drawing out sigh after sigh from Blaine’s lips until he's only able
to repeat, “I love you, I love you,” like a hymn.
When Blaine is loose and pliant, Kurt tells him to turn over and get up on his
knees. Blaine does so, sliding his arms under a pillow to cushion his head.
Kurt spreads a towel out under him and explains, “It’d probably be more
romantic if you were on your back, but it’ll hurt less at first if you’re on
your knees. Trust me.”
“I always do,” Blaine admits. “This is fine, I trust you.”
“If you want to stop at any time, just tell me okay? Safe word is ‘Pip’.” When
Blaine nods in acknowledgement, Kurt presses a kiss to his spine and rubs his
hands down the tense muscles of his back, soothing the last dregs of Blaine’s
nerves. “I love you,” Kurt says against his skin and Blaine’s heart jumps to
his throat. The words will never get old.
On his knees, Blaine can’t see what Kurt’s doing but he can hear. There’s a
snick as Kurt closes the bottle of lubricant and the soft, wet sound of it
gliding over the vibrator. There’s a tense moment where Blaine doesn’t hear any
other movement, but Kurt’s hand caresses gently over his backside, pushing his
cheeks apart. He can sense more than feel when Kurt’s face presses close to his
ass, the movement confirmed when a tentative tongue swipes over his opening and
oh does that feel amazing. The second lick is surer, prodding his hole lightly
before pulling away entirely.
The tongue is instantly replaced by the tip of the vibrator, slick but still
against his skin. Kurt asks, “Ready?” and as soon as Blaine nods once, it’s
sliding slowly into him, stretching him further than Kurt’s fingers ever had.
It’s bigger, colder and more solid than Blaine had expected. He’s used to soft,
warm fingers – either Kurt’s or his own – and the way the toy is probing makes
it feel foreign and weird.
Still, Blaine can’t help a soft groan at how stretched and full he feels. Once
it’s deep into Blaine, Kurt twists the knob and a gentle pulse makes his breath
catch. Oh. That’s why people use them. As Kurt increases the speed, the better
it feels and Blaine forgets about how alien it feels, how much he’d rather have
an actual dick in his ass.
The sensations only increase as Kurt slowly begins to slide it in and out,
pressing towards the front and dragging back. Blaine isn’t sure if the vibrator
is long enough to reach his p-spot, but fuck if he isn’t grateful to Kurt for
trying. The pressure against his walls make his thoughts hazy and sluggish.
Time goes out of sync as he’s lost in the pleasure. He wants to touch himself,
fuck into the circle of his fist but he can’t move his arms, bound and trapped
under his weight as they are.
Blaine bucks back into Kurt when the gentle drag of the toy rubs over onto his
prostate after several glides over the same spot. He can’t help but whine when
Kurt stills the vibrator in his ass, tilting it so that it stimulates that one
spot for a moment. He’s so hard and horny and he can’t- he has to.
“Kurt!” he shouts. Before Blaine can come, Kurt removes the vibrator, ceasing
all stimulation and making Blaine shudder involuntarily from the shock. His
cock is leaking and his body teeters on the edge of a contraction. He wants to
come so bad and Kurt’s not letting him. “Why did you stop?”
“Trust me,” Kurt sing-songs behind him. “You’ll thank me later.”
Blaine groans and tries to push himself backwards, closer to Kurt, but Kurt
places two firm hands against his thighs. “Are you done now? All calmed down?”
“What’s your definition of calmed down?” Blaine asks. “I’ve never wanted to
come so badly in my life.”
Kurt doesn’t answer, just laughs, and the hum of the vibrator starts up again.
It’s the only warning Blaine gets before Kurt is fucking him roughly with the
silicone toy. Blaine screams out like he’s on fire and in a sense he is; his
skin burns from the pleasure, consumes him from the inside-out. In that moment,
he believes in spontaneous combustion.
It seems as though Kurt doesn’t, however, because as Blaine is quickly crashing
toward orgasm once again, he pulls the vibrator away. Blaine’s body convulses
slightly as he’s once again denied from finishing. Tears leak out of his eyes
involuntarily as his body is forced to once again deal with the aftermath of
being brought up so high only to be let down with no one to catch him.
“Kurt,” Blaine begs. He looks over his shoulder at Kurt, who is reapplying lube
to the vibrator. Kurt’s body is shaking slightly, as if it’s too much effort
for him to deny Blaine the orgasm he so desperately needs. “Please.”
Kurt looks up, pupils blown so wide that he looks almost dangerous with lust.
He smiles tightly and says, “Just one more time. Then I’ll let you come, okay?”
Blaine nods once and buries his head into the pillow below him. Kurt is slower
this time, gentler. The vibrator isn’t set to high and the soft pulses feel
like a current of warm water washing over his body, comforting his frazzled
nerves. With the constant onslaught of sensations from the vibrator and Kurt’s
fingers, Blaine is feeling a little sore and oversensitive, but with how gentle
the vibrator is, the soreness fades and pleasure is left in its wake.
Kurt shifts closer behind him and an arm snakes its way around Blaine’s waist
to reach his neglected cock. There is no need for Kurt to lubricate his palm;
there’s enough precum running rivulets down his cock to provide enough glide.
Even though Kurt squeezes his hand around Blaine’s cock, he doesn’t provide any
movement around it. Blaine circles his hips experimentally, glad when Kurt
doesn’t stop him, and begins to hesitantly fuck into the circle of Kurt’s fist.
It’s the first bit of absolute control Kurt’s given him the entire time and he
almost doesn’t want it. He’d rather Kurt tell him what to do and when, but
maybe this is just another way to give Blaine a command.
When he can feel his orgasm building once again, Blaine takes a deep breath and
tenses his muscles to hold it off. His tongue is heavy and his mouth numb, but
he still finds the effort to say, “Kurt I-I’m going to come.”
As expected, Kurt backs off immediately. He runs a firm, comforting hand down
Blaine’s spine as he coos, “Good, that’s good Blaine. Thank you for telling
me.”
It’s less jarring for Blaine to come down this time, but he’s still so hard
that it’s beginning to hurt. He shifts on his knees and raises up onto his
hands. With his wrists still bound tightly together, it’s a little awkward to
kneel like that but he doesn’t expect Kurt to untie his restraints any time
soon.
Kurt again asks, “Ready? This is the last time. I’ll let you come now,” and
turns on the vibrator.
“Wait,” Blaine says before his brain can catch up. He takes a deep breath and
says, “I’d like you to fuck me. Not the vibrator, just you.”
There a pause wherein Kurt turns off the vibrator and seems to hesitate. Blaine
looks over his shoulder to see Kurt watching him intently. “Are you sure? We’ve
never- before. I mean.” He takes a deep, steadying breath. “I mean, we’ve
barely even talked about going that far. When you planned this weekend for us,
I wasn’t expecting it. Don’t get me wrong, I want to – so badly. It’s just. I
just want to make sure you’re ready.”
Blaine lets himself laugh a little. “Trust me, I’m more than ready.”
Kurt doesn’t ask him again, and it makes Blaine glad that Kurt trusts him as
much as he trusts Kurt. The bed bounces and shifts as Kurt crawls off of it to
fetch a condom. Virgins or not, they weren’t ready to take their chances with
barebacking just yet.
When Kurt returns to the bed, he asks, “Do you want me to untie you? You could
lie on your back if you want.”
Blaine shakes his head no. He doesn’t know how to tell Kurt how the limited
mobility makes him feel, how easy it is to give Kurt all of the control from
this position. There are no words for the strange comfort it gives him. If
there was a place on the headboard, Blaine would probably ask Kurt to tie him
there to prevent him from moving his arms at all. Maybe next time.
The crinkle of the condom wrapper makes Blaine’s heart pound suddenly and he
shivers with anxiety. This is it, this is when he’s going to lose his virginity
for real and there’s absolutely no going back. He wonders if he’ll change, if
the literal loss of his innocence will be apparent to those who don’t know
where he was this weekend. Will the guys clap him on the back and congratulate
him even if he doesn’t come out and say it? Will his dad eye him suspiciously
when he gets home on Sunday? For a moment, he wonders if he really is ready for
this. Sex is a big deal and Blaine’s only seventeen, maybe he’s too young.
Maybe he should wait. Maybe—
Then Kurt’s hands are on his back, smoothing down his shoulders and lightly
gripping his hips. “Don’t think so much.”
It’s so easy for Blaine to take the statement as a command and he sags with
relief because of it. “Okay, I’m ready.”
They don’t really speak after that. Kurt presses his cock against Blaine’s
entrance, seeming much bigger than the vibrator had been. Unlike before, it
doesn’t make Blaine anxious. He knows it might hurt a little and then it’ll be
good and if it isn’t, he just needs to say the safe word and they can stop.
When Kurt doesn’t move forward, Blaine wonders if Kurt’s having his own moment
of overthinking his existence. He turns his head and finds Kurt staring at him,
as if waiting for him.
Blaine pushes back but his legs stutter and stop when Kurt’s dick begins to
press into him. It’s a burning stretch and more uncomfortable than the vibrator
had been. Kurt doesn’t relent even after Blaine stops moving. Instead, he
slides slowly into Blaine until he’s pressed up tight against’ the back of
Blaine’s thighs.
The feeling of fullness spreads to the rest of Blaine’s body and he nearly
chokes until his brain reminds him to breathe. After a few deep breaths, the
pain and odd fullness melt away and Kurt begins to rock into him shallowly. The
rim of his hole stretches with every movement of Kurt's hips and Blaine finds
himself moaning loudly, unwilling to muffle his voice when this might be the
last time in a very long while that he will be able to let Kurt hear him.
Kurt pants hotly over his back as his thrusts increase and his pace speeds up.
It isn’t long until the air conditioning is drowned out by the sounds of sex;
the slapping of skin on skin, the grunts and moans of two boys moving together.
Blaine knows he won’t last long, but neither will Kurt.
Reaching around his body once again, Kurt grabs Blaine’s cock and needs to
stroke it only once before he’s coming onto the towel below him. It’s the most
intense, drawn-out orgasm he’s ever experienced. It lasts for what seems like
forever, spilling over Kurt’s fist and into a sizable puddle on the towel. By
the time Blaine is spent, his head is falling onto the pillow from exhaustion.
-
When Blaine wakes up, it’s to Kurt hovering over him like an angel after war,
tending to the survivors. There’s a peaceful smile on his face as he unties the
scarf from Blaine’s wrists and though his hair is wrecked beyond repair, face
stained pink from exertion, and sweat running down his temples, he’s absolutely
beautiful. When Kurt notices that Blaine is awake, he leans down and presses a
chaste kiss to his lips.
“You were so good,” Kurt says softly, petting Blaine’s hair and cupping his
jaw. “Thank you for letting me do that.”
Blaine hums happily and nuzzles his face in the hand that’s cradling him. “I
love you.”
“I love you, too,” Kurt responds. He presses a cool, wet cloth over Blaine’s
abdomen, and wipes away the cum clinging to his skin. “You made a mess of
yourself when you fell onto the towel.”
Blaine lavishes in the attention Kurt pays to him, rolling over when Kurt asks
him to so that he can wipe the cum off of his side where he rolled on the
towel. He’s sore and his joints are stiff, but it feels so good, like a phantom
reminder of what they did. Blaine wants to feel like that forever, to have the
physical reminder of Kurt’s love bone-deep. Kurt continues to speak softly at
him, telling Blaine how happy he makes Kurt and how glad he is that Blaine
trusts him enough to do that with him. It makes Blaine feel warm, like Kurt’s
love has him wrapped in the softest blanket, like he’s being cradled by a
cloud.
When Kurt is finished cleaning him up, they cuddle under the blankets. The room
smells like sex and sweat and the noise of the air conditioner seems quieter
after the litany of moans that once occupied the space. They talk quietly and
Blaine can tell that they’ve changed. It’s nothing people other than they would
be able to notice, but Blaine feels closer to Kurt somehow, as if there’s a new
understanding between them.
He curls in close and asks softly, “Where did you learn that?”
“Accidental Google search,” Kurt admits. He rubs his nose softly against
Blaine’s in an Eskimo kiss. “I was looking for lace edging for an old blazer
I’m modifying for Tina. Apparently edging is also a sex term. The idea stuck
with me and I knew I wanted to try it with you.”
“I’m glad,” Blaine says. “It was amazing. I’m just not sure how I can top
that.”
Kurt smiles, eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
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