Blaine and Kurt spent the next ten minutes in utter bliss, lying face to face on the bed, slowly letting their fingers wander over each other while staring into each other's eyes, occasionally breaking eye contact to giggle and look away, reveling in how utterly sappy they were being. Kurt was fascinated by how strong Blaine's chest was, running his index finger from Blaine's right pectoral all the way down to the line in between his abs.

Soon, though, Kurt felt the hem of his shirt being drawn up his torso, and looked down to see Blaine's hands caressing his bare skin, inching the shirt ever higher over his chest. Kurt's eyes wandered down to the crotch of Blaine's jeans, which seemed to have remained painfully tight against the strain of Blaine's untouched hardness. His pupils dilated as his slid one hand from Blaine's waist to the front of his pants, cupping his crotch and squeezing it gently, eliciting a guttural moan from Blaine's throat. Blaine's mouth was busy biting and sucking a mark onto Kurt's clavicle, so Kurt, sensing the opportunity for a power play, immediately pushed Blaine onto his back with the hand not already busy unbuttoning his pants. Blaine was shocked by the sudden separation from Kurt's skin, even more so when he felt his boyfriend's fingers hooking themselves under the waistband of his underwear. Kurt paused for a moment, looking up at Blaine with a cryptic expression on his face. Blaine panicked, propping himself on his elbows.

"Is something wrong, Kurt? You know you don't have to –"

"No, no, I was just thinking…There's something I've wanted to do and – can I just show you? You can tell me if you're uncomfortable and I'll stop."

Blaine arched an eyebrow, allowing a mischievous grin to spread over his face. "Kurt, I never would have guessed." He flopped back down on the bed. "Whenever you're ready."

Kurt bit his lip, but in a matter of seconds he regained his resolve, a look of determination now set in his eyes. He yanked Blaine's pants all the way down to his ankles, giving himself the briefest of moments to drink in the sight of Blaine's swollen, pulsating cock before grabbing Blaine's hips and flipping him onto his stomach with strength he never knew he had. A wanton groan escaped Blaine's lips as his bare erection dug into the firm mattress.

"Mmmmph! Kurt, what are you – ohmygod!"

Kurt cut him off by running a single finger down the cleft in Blaine's ass, pausing at the tight, puckered entrance to rub slowly up and down. Then, slowly, without removing his finger, Kurt leaned down and kissed his right buttock, then began a steady trail of alternating licks and kisses until his tongue found its way over to where his finger remained, still steadily stroking and now lightly prodding at the small ring of muscle.

Meanwhile, Blaine was already coming undone. His eyes squeezed tight, he had to focus all of his concentration on not coming the moment Kurt's lips made contact with his ass. He lifted his lips slowly off of the bed in order to alleviate some of the pressure; the tight, coiling sensation in his stomach was already causing him to see stars. No, he would hold out until Kurt was through. Plus, Blaine was sure that what was about to come would be worth the unbearable teasing currently taking place…

But all thoughts were cast out of his head immediately when Kurt's tongue finally pressed into Blaine. He felt the coiling in his stomach intensify and his breath quicken as Kurt explored the area past the first ring of muscle, moving his tongue up and down, side to side, swirling it in alternating directions, filling him up, taking him closer to the edge than ever before.

"Oh God, Kurt, that's so good, I'm so – aaaah – so fucking close…"

Kurt smiled to himself. He removed his tongue from Blaine's ass – Blaine let out a small whimper at the loss – and scooted up the bed to straddle Blaine's knees. He bent down to leave a kiss between Blaine's shoulder blades, one hand moving to his left shoulder for balance as the other made its way back to the now spit-slick hole. Thinking for a moment, he moved further up until his mouth was right next to Blaine's ear. Blaine's breathing was still ragged and uneven.

"Flip over. I want to see your face when you come."

It was a miracle Blaine didn't just let go right then. He lifted his hips again, careful not to let his purpling erection graze against the duvet and end it all right then. Kurt resumed straddling Blaine, straightening up as he pushed his index finger up to Blaine's entrance. When his finger moved past the first ring of muscle, Blaine let out the loudest moan Kurt had heard yet. He moved his finger slowly in and out, and when Blaine began to writhe around, trying desperately to fuck himself down on Kurt's hand, Kurt inserted his middle finger and slowly began to scissor inside of him, his rhythm steadily increasing.

Then, after a particularly forceful thrust, Blaine let out a yelp of pleasure.

"Do that again! Oh Christ, please do that again!"

Kurt moved his fingers past the small bundle of nerves and Blaine bucked up. Kurt responded by licking a stripe down his free hand and moving deftly to Blaine's cock, stroking up and down in time with the thrusts into his prostate.

After a particularly well-executed maneuver in which Kurt twisted his wrist as he pulled up on Blaine's cock, Kurt felt Blaine's body began to spasm underneath him as he came hard all over Kurt's hand and lower abdomen, not to mention his own stomach. Kurt gently removed his fingers from Blaine's ass while continuing to stroke Blaine through his climax. When he felt Blaine go soft under his grip, he loosened his grip and, bowing his head forward, began to lick his boyfriend clean.

Blaine ran his hands through Kurt's hair as he watched him move his tongue all over his body, leaving a warm, wet trail on his abs.

"God, you're beautiful," he sighed.

Kurt looked up at this, having completed his task. He gazed intently into Blaine's eyes, and slowly a smile made its way into his eyes and onto his lips.

"So are you," he said, his voice light and ethereal. He moved his hand to stroke Blaine's cheek, but stopped himself – it was still covered in sticky come. They both giggled as Kurt hopped off the bed and padded lightly into the en suite bathroom to clean himself off.

When he emerged, Blaine had his head propped up on his elbow, posed on the bed like an underwear model. He had managed to find and put on his boxers, and lay there, grinning up at Kurt. He patted the bed with his free hand, beckoning Kurt to sit down next to him. When Kurt complied, Blaine reached up and held his cheek in his hand. He looked Kurt dead in the eye, his smile softening a little at the edges.

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too."

Just as Kurt began to lean in for a kiss, the sound of a car in the driveway caused the two boys to jolt out of their romantic bubble and scramble for clothing. By the time Finn had made his way upstairs, the two boys had managed to pull several notebooks out of Kurt's backpack and spread them over his bed to give the impression of a study date in full swing. Finn's head appeared in the doorway.

"You guys having fun?" His eyes fell on the books. "You're studying? On a Friday night?"

Kurt shrugged, giving Finn a look with what he thought was very convincing nonchalance. Finn furrowed his brows, started to say something, thought better of it, and trudged down the hall to his room, looking confused. Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled.

"So what did you think?"

"I think my boyfriend is a veritable sex god, and that we definitely need to do that again."

"Deal," Kurt smirked, "only next time, I get to pick what you wear!"

Well there it is, my very first Klaine fic! I sincerely hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it, and reviews would be very much appreciated! I also take prompts for fic, so if you have an idea, let me know, and I'll do my best!