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Blaine huffed a breath as his back hit the couch. He saw Kurt place his knees on either side of his legs with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Blaine smirked and began unbuttoning his coat, then his polo shirt and his pants while Kurt got rid of his clothes in the same squirmy fashion.

As Kurt leaned on him to place a swift kiss on his open mouth, he grabbed the back of his neck, all the while attempting to shrug off the bothering layers. Kurt reached back to take his shoes off, trying his best to keep their mouths joined, and failing. They soon realised that the position they were in would not be comfortable or practical in the current state of things, so they quickly stood to get rid of their clothes.

Kurt took the opportunity to get some lube from their room (it was never a good idea to keep it stashed anywhere but in the privacy of their room when they still lived with roommates, especially ones as nosy as theirs…). Kurt rushed back into the living room to find Blaine, seated on the couch, completely naked, his eyes closed as his hand rubbed his already hard cock. As soon as he heard Kurt's breath catch in his throat, he shot him a smirk and a wink,now fully grasping his shaft in his hand, tugging on it slowly but firmly.

Kurt straddled him and positioned himself in such a way that his cock was bumping with Blaine's if he leaned the slightest bit forward. He opened the lube and poured just enough on his fingers to prepare him, glad that he had been the one doing the bottoming lately. He didn't even need a full five minutes to make sure that everything would be comfortable. He took his fingers out of his entrance and slowly grasped Blaine's member in his hand, positioning it close enough that he would not need to hold onto it as he impaled himself.

As he felt his cock breach Kurt's entrance, Blaine heaved a sigh of contentment. He would have loved to take this slow, but they were both on a shcedule, him having to show at school an hour and a half after, and Kurt having invited Elliott over for a guitar lesson.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes and moaned at the pure lust he saw there. He quickly recovered from the first surge of pleasure and took hold of the back of the couch, on either side of Blaine's head to support himself as he sowly initiated an up-an-down motion with his hips. He put his forehead against Blaine's, , feeling his breath puff against his lips at each moany exhale.

Soon, they found a rythm, Kurt bouncing up and down on Blaine's cock, and Blaine pumping his hips up everytime he felt Kurt falter. Only moments later, though Kurt felt it had been hours considering the ache in his thighs, Blaine took hold of Kurt's neck, slipping his fingers through his hair as his thumbs carressed the junction betwen his face and ears, and began murmuring against his lips.

Terms of endearments mixed with nonsense and whispers of Kurt's name as his hips began moving off their own accord, the pressure at the base of his spine slowly becomong the only thing on his mind, until he came, his teeth gritted and his eyes squeezed shut.

His movements had slowed considerably when he felt Kurt pumping his own dick frantically while his hips still grinded on Blaine's. He placed his head in the crook of Blaine's neck and bit down softly on the skin there as he came.

Even though they both wished they could bask in the afterglow, they knew somebody would soon barge in the loft, as usual, so they rushed into their room, gathering their clothes and making a detour to the bathroom where they cleaned up.