A/n: So guys, this is the last chapter, but I'm already working on others so, add me to your alerts if you're interested. The main reason is I want to write something with a new story-line, and I don't want to stretch out and ruin a good thing.

Thank-you for all the support and reviews you've given me, can you believe this fiction has gotten almost 900 reviews? Although it's more like a novel now with it's 37 chapters :) X Thanks again, hopefully you'll look into my future work.

Hope you enjoy the last chapter...It's a little different then the others.

Warnings: The Smut in this is pretty intense and some points...yeah. Just skip the end bit if you don't wanna read, but there are some cute bits too :) X

Blaine had come far over his short amount of time with Kurt. He'd gone to having no-one, to having a group of friends who really cared about him, and a boyfriend who loved him to the ends of the earth and back. Kurt had told him that if he was going to move to McKinley, he was going to have to talk to the New Directions, and he'd agreed. With a vice grip of Kurt's hand, until his fingers turned slightly blue, he'd had coffee with a group of friends who didn't react at all to Blaine suddenly talking to them, (Not that Kurt had said anything.) It felt good, and well...lets just say Kurt liked rewarding him after, and that felt even better.

A few weeks after his breakthrough, Blaine found himself able to talk to Kurt in front of other people, and he was pretty sure the look on those peoples faces was worth the frantic pounding in his heart. When Blaine started answer his name in the roll call with an unsure 'Here.' he was pretty sure he'd caused at least three of the teachers to have a small heart attack, and Kurt's jaw to almost fall of from the power of his smile.

Blaine slowly started to build up even more confidence, and the first time he plucked up the courage to answer a question in Math, Mr Jackson had taken of his glasses and rubbed his eyes as though he was checking he wasn't seeing things.

Blaine felt normal, he's past? That was behind him now, completely behind him. He had a bright happy future with the love of his life.

And that happened. Five weeks after Mr Jackson's class, both Kurt and Blaine decided together to talk to the head about them moving to McKinley. Kurt was pretty sure he almost swallowed his false teeth. But he had agreed to arrange it after asking Blaine if he was sure about a billion times.

Blaine went out on a hunt for a place to live, soon learning that as he suspected, this wasn't going to be easy. No matter how many time Burt offered to take him in, he knew that it wasn't legal unless Burt adopted or fostered him, and that would him and Kurt kind of brothers. Somehow he just didn't like that idea.

He decided to take a deep leap and try and find some of his other family. It turned out that he had a twenty-five year old cousin living about three minutes away from Lima, and McKinley high school. Blaine could still remember the phone call...

"Umm...Hello?"

"Hello George Anderson speaking."

"Hi, it's um...I'm your cousin, Blaine Anderson? I don't know if..."

"Oh...Oh my God, Blaine Is it really you?"

"You...You know who I am?"

"Of course, oh my God, what happened? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

"Dalton Academy..."

"In Westervill? You've been there the whole time? How did you afford that tuition? It that want you need? Do you need money? I have a little bit you can have..."

"No, no I don't need money. I, I need a place to live."

"Oh, well my place is pretty far from your school..."

"I'm moving to McKinley so..."

"Oh my God, then please, come and live here by all means, everyone's wondering what happened to you."
"But my parents, I don't..."

"Oh don't worry about them, they won't be able to touch you," George had told them firmly, "We won't let them."

"We?"

"Myself and my wife, she used to work with your family actually, she quit after you got taken away from your parents and told us everything," George had explained, "It's okay Blaine, you can come home now."

Blaine had burst into tears.

At the end of the term, Blaine had moved into George and Abby's house and Kurt back in with his farther, Finn and Carol. Blaine reconsigned Abby as the women who had helped him as soon as he led eyes on her face. She cried, holding Blaine in her arms like she was his son, stroking his head and whispering comforting phrases in his ear. And George had been just as welcoming, re-decorating the spare room just as Blaine wanted and making sure he had everything.

Blaine realized that he'd finally found the family he'd always been looking for. He also realized how used to living with Kurt he'd become, and even though they lived minutes away, it was hard. They fell asleep each night after talking on the phone for hours, whispering promises of a future and their forever.

Blaine soon told George and Abby of his plans to move to New York with Kurt. They were supportive, offering him money that they didn't even have themselves, even though Abby had cried, saying that she wasn't ready to let go of him yet. He'd felt guilty about that, but knew he would keep in touch with his new family as much as he could.

He never heard from his parents. But lots of Uncles and Aunts heard of his return and traveled to see him. He felt accepted by all of them, unable to stop him from rolling his eyes at their coo's of "Look how big you've gotten", because, yes, believe it or not, people did tend to get bigger.

McKinley was...different. Kurt had been extremely protective over him, not leaving him on his own for a second and near enough having a panic attack when he realized they didn't have one class together. Blaine had laughed at him, following Puck into the class room with a promise that he was fine and he'd see him in an hour. That didn't stop Kurt from texting him through out the whole lesson.

He'd never actually been scared of Kurt until Blaine had felt a cold avalanche of icy-cold, red slush be thrown in his face. Kurt screamed and yelled at the offender with such fury the guy and pretty much ran away from him with terror in his eyes, and Blaine really didn't blame him.

Kurt had led Blaine into the bathroom, washing the red clumps of ice from his curls and helping his re-style his hair while apologizing over and over again until Blaine had shut him up with a kiss and a laugh. Next time, he remembered to close his eyes.

Auditioning for the New Directions wasn't as scary as he thought. He had a small freak out before, scared he would be good enough but when Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn started crying at his rendition of 'I've been waiting for you' by The guys next door. He felt a bit more confident, even Puck got a little teary eyed and Blaine had meant every word. Of course he got accepted him open arms and lots of hugs...and a huge kiss from Kurt in front of everyone. Both of them had blushed while the choir room echoed in a chorus of wolf-whistles and cheers.

Dave Karofsky seemed to back off a bit when he saw Kurt walking around with Blaine on his arm and surrounded by friends. The only abuse he got was a few stupid comments and name calls, but he, Blaine and The New Directions could just laugh it off later. Because who cared what he thought?

Four weeks later, Blaine had finally managed to ask Kurt what he had been meaning to for a while.

"Umm Kurt? You know I love you so much, and I want my first times of everything to be with you? Well...I want go all the way, I want to make love to you."

And after a few awkward conversations and moving things around on Kurt's shopping schedule, the two found a weekend where they wouldn't be interrupted. They'd gone to Blaine's house instead this time, while both Abby and George were at work, both little nervous but excited. Blaine had...tried...to cook, so they ended up ordering pizza and sharing it on the sofa between spicy, cheesy kisses and teasing touches. They cleaned up and went up stairs, laying down on Blaine's bed together and laid a few ground rules before they lips joined again.

Kisses turned more heated, touching became more urgent, clothes were soon covering the floor, unimportant and forgotten. There were awkward blushes and bit lips, little gaps and whimpers of each others names. Whispers of 'I love you' and caressing, reassuring touches. Blaine didn't let go of Kurt's right hand once. There was a connection, of two people in love as they trusted each other, as they became one.

After there were long speeches and promises, tears and laughter and soon, cuddling and a soft snoring.

When Blaine and Kurt finally moved to New York...well it wasn't perfect, nether of them had gotten into the collage they wanted. Their apartment was small, dark and crowded, they just scraped by with enough money to pay the rent and electricity if they cut back on food. They both found work as soon as they could, slaving away for very little pay. Sleepless nights and stressful days caused arguments and threats, days of not talking and then, Blaine had begun looking for another place to live so he could move out, but there was no way he could afford that.

Blaine worked hard, doing everything he could to scrap a little more money and he finally had enough to get a place of his own. There would no longer be awkward conversations and taking it in turns to sleep on the sofa in their one bedroom apartment. They could be free of one another.

So he'd stayed up, waiting for his...friend? No. His roommate to come home from another day of running around after people for hardly any money at all.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I'm moving out."

"...Oh."

It wasn't until the words left his lips that it really hit home that he and Kurt were over with no going back. Kurt seemed to realize the same thing. They had stood awkwardly, looking at each other for what seemed like hours, no one knowing what to say. Until...

"You don't have to."

"Really?"

"Blaine...I'm still in love you."

"I love you too."

Everything just seemed brighter after that. Blaine used the money he had been saving and convinced Kurt to quit his job and concentrate on his dream while he continued to work. He gave their apartment a bit of a re-vamp. Re-painting the walls and getting rid of the old, grimy apartment.

A week later Blaine had surprised Kurt by taking the day off. They went to the park and ate ice-cream before they came home and bathed in the fact that they had time to spend alone together. After the moans and gasps and cries for more stopped, and after a final creek of bed springs, the two lovers had fallen asleep in each others warm arms.

Kurt had woken up to find Blaine knelt before him sporting a ring in his hand, it glistened in the light of the New York morning as he spoke.

"Kurt Hummel, would you do the honor of becoming my husband?"

The two mens lips then stayed pretty much glued together for the rest of the day.

Kurt seemed determined to make-up for lost time and just three months later, they were married. The wedding was perfect. Too perfect. Nether Kurt, Blaine, Abby or Burt seemed to be able to stop the tears of happiness pouring down their faces though out most of the day.

Kurt didn't make it in Broadway. But he was soon climbing the ladder in the fashion career, earning more and more money until the couple could find a much better apartment. Blaine quit his job and focused on his own dream...but he soon discovered it wasn't performing. But writing. He started writing songs and sending them to different companies and he became quiet popular with some artist. After a while, he decided he wanted to try and publish a book.

And then, one day he was searching through some old draws and he found a rather battered notebook. The same notebook he had taken with them on his and Kurt's every move. What better story to tell, then one you've lived yourself?

…...

Kurt closed the manuscript, looking up at his husband who was sitting on the other side of the sofa looking at him expectantly.

"Well, is it any good?" Blaine asked, biting his lip nervously.

"Sweetie, it's brilliant," Kurt grinned.

Blaine nodded a bit, "And you're sure, you're sure you're okay with me publishing our life like this?"

"If you are...you'd better start the sequel though."

"Sequel?" Blaine repeated, screwing his face up in confusion.

"Uh-huh, for when our adoption papers get finalized," Kurt explained with a smile.

Blaine bit his lip in excitement, "We'll see how this one goes first."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, he glanced at his watch, "You know I don't have to be back in the studio for another two hours..." He trailed off, looking at Blaine with a bit lip.

Blaine smirked, closing the distance before him and the love of his life and smashing their lips together, his fingers locking his Kurt's hair as their mouths moved in a comforting, familiar pattern.

Blaine straddled Kurt's lap with a content sigh, his fingers moving further down to play with the small locks at the nape of Kurt's neck.

"Hmm...," Kurt sighed, gripping Blaine's shoulders tightly.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt's soft lips and kissed his neck once, "Are you horny baby?" He teased.

Kurt's Adams-apple bobbed as he gulped, "Blaine," He whined, nodding.

Blaine smirked, kissing down Kurt's neck and along his collar bone, "Do you want me to make you cum?"

Kurt whined again, gripping Blaine's shoulders in a vice like grip, "Please."

"I've got you sweet-heart," Blaine hummed against the skin of Kurt's collar bone, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Blaine pulled away from Kurt's neck, kissing his cheek before un-buttoning Kurt's shirt and letting the silk material float down onto the coach and leaving Kurt's chest bare. And it's at that moment Blaine realizes how long it's been since they've done this.

"You've been working out," Blaine commented, his finger tips barley tracing the smooth muscles of Kurt's arms.

Kurt shivered biting his lip, "Uh-huh."

Blaine stops touching and looks. Unable to stop himself from licking his lips as he scans his lovers chest. "Hm, Darling you have no idea what you do to me," He shook his head a little in disbelief.

"Blaine!" Kurt huffed in impatience, making a grab for his husbands shirt but Blaine pulled away.

"Shhhh, Buttercup," Blaine soothed, "I want this to be special, we're in no rush."

"Honey," Kurt breathed, "I need you."

"I know angel, I'm right here," Blaine failed not to smirk.

Kurt groaned in frustration, "I need your body Blaine," He said, his voice turning low and gruff.

Blaine's cock twitched. But of course, being Blaine, he had to make a song out of it.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on honey tell me so," He hummed, winking at Kurt as he pulled his shirt teasingly slow over his head, "If you really need me, just reach out and touch Meee..." Blaine's song ended in a squeal as Kurt hit him playfully.

"I said touch me not hit me," Blaine pouted, tossing the shirt on the floor somewhere behind me.

"You sang it actually," Kurt pointed out, quirking his eyebrow.

Blaine frowned, "Stop being so smart."

Kurt kissed the frown lines of Blaine's forehead, "Stop being so perfect."

Blaine's frown turned into a cheesy grin, "I need to take you out," He said.

Kurt's face creased with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"On a proper date, we haven't for ages," Blaine explained, "We used to all the time."

"I know, I've just been busy with work sweetie, I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, tracing his finger down the middle of Blaine's chest.

Blaine shivered at the feather light touch, "It's okay, how many people get to say their husband is a famous fashion designer?"

Kurt smirked, "I'm not famous Blaine..."

"You're not far off it though," Blaine hummed, smoothing his hands over the familiar curve of Kurt's back.

Kurt sighed, reaching forward and kissing gently along Blaine's jaw line, smiling against the stubble, "You didn't shave," He breathed, feeling it scratch against his lips.

"I know, I forgot," Blaine nudged Kurt's face with his own to make him look up.

"I like it," Kurt commented, "Sexy stubble on my man."

"Only yours," Blaine replied, grasping Kurt's hands in his own, "I didn't realize how much I missed this."

"I know," Kurt agreed, "I love you sweet-heart."

"I love you too Buttercup," Blaine smiled at his husband, "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Kurt grinned, excitement flashing across his eyes, "Please."

There was a paused where the two just simply looked at each other with dopey grins.

"This weekend," Blaine said suddenly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "What about it?"

"I'm taking you away," Blaine explained, pushing Kurt gently so he would lay down on the bright red couch with white and Black patterned cushions.

"I'm still busy," Kurt frowned, cupping Blaine's face in between his palms, "I need to..."

"Please?" Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes and pouting his lip.

Kurt laughed, "I'll see what I can do," He promised.

"Hmm, get someone to cover for you, I'm going to take you out for dinner and hold your hand, so the paparazzi take as many pictures of me and my gorgeous husband as they want," Blaine planned, leaning down and dragging his lips across Kurt's abdomen, feeling his husbands breath hitch above him, "And then, I'm going to take you back to the biggest room in the best hotel and and I'm going to make love to you over and over and over again until we fall asleep together."

Kurt laughed, "Over and over and over again?" He repeated, "Just because you act like we're still teenagers, it doesn't mean we are."

Blaine chuckled, "We'll nap in-between."

Kurt laughed again, locking his fingers in Blaine's hair, "Kiss me."

Blaine moved up, taking Kurt lips in his own gently and kissed him slowly in a way that made Kurt think he could be quiet happy to spend the whole day doing the same motion. Usually Kurt would agree with that without a seconds hesitation, but feeling the heat of Blaine's chest pressed against his own was making it pretty much impossible to fight the urge to push him back against the cushions and fuck him senseless.

"It's only two hours," Kurt reminded him softly, pulling away to press feather light kisses all over Blaine's face, "I can't be late back if you want me to take the weekend off."

Blaine smiled, "Meet me in the bedroom," He said, cupping Kurt's face and kissing his cheek, "I need to get something."

"What?" Kurt asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"You're up for a little fun right sweetie?" Blaine asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

Kurt nodded, he bit his lip and gave Blaine a wink before walking away to the bedroom, swinging his hips back and forth exaggeratedly.

…..

Blaine hummed, walking down to the airing cupboard and searching among the spare sheets before he pulled out a pair of hand-cuffs. He blushed slightly, running his hand over the black fur inside that it was lined with that was meant to stop it cutting into the wearers wrists. Santana had given them to him just before graduation telling him to "Use them well." He hadn't used them yet though, he and Kurt usually just used some of Kurt's old scarves or something but...maybe it was time to put them to good use, as San had instructed.

He padded back into the hall way and down the bedroom where Kurt was sat on the bed palming himself gently through his jeans, breathy gasps of Blaine's name leaving his lips every so often.

Blaine's eyes darkened in color, "I don't remember saying you could touch yourself."

Kurt looked up and quirked his eyebrow, "I don't remember you saying I couldn't."

"Being cheeky as well?" Blaine tutted and shook his head, "I'll have to punish you."

Kurt's eyes lit up in excitement, "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Hands up," Blaine ordered sharply, pulling the hand-cuffs out from behind his back.

"Wh...where did...?"

"I said, Hands up," Blaine barked again, walking towards the bed and smirking in satisfaction when Kurt's hand flew up above his head. "That's better," He praised, he cuffed Kurt's hands to the headboard, "Is that okay?" He asked, caressing Kurt's cheek gently.

Kurt nodded, biting his lip as he tugged on the cuffs experimentally.

Blaine smiled before he climbed in front of Kurt and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zip, "Oooh, Baby I want your cock inside me so bad," He whined, pressing his hand down on his half-hard cock.

Kurt groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he tugged at the cuffs again in effort to break free, "Blaine, please I..."

"Nope, you couldn't wait, now you can't touch at all," Blaine said firmly, narrowing his eyes.

Kurt did nothing but tug on the hand-cuffs hold once again.

Blaine smirked, shuffling his jeans off his hips followed by his underwear (he still didn't like wearing socks,) and folding them in a neat pile on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Kurt whined, his eyes racking hungrily over his husbands exposed form, "Blaine let me touch you, please, please."

Blaine snorted and shook his head, "You should know you don't get around me that easily."

Kurt moaned loudly at the truth of Blaine's words.

Blaine wrapped his hand around his own cock and pumped lazily, breathing a small sigh of relief.

"Do you want your cock in my ass baby?" Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt through dark, heavy black lashes as he kept the steady pace of his hand.

Kurt nodded biting his lip, looking straight back into Blaine's eyes as his husband continued to work himself slowly up to full hardness.

Blaine smiled at him before sitting up and taking off Kurt's socks and wiggling down his jeans and underwear so they were both completely bare, he folded them in a pile next to his own before turning back to where Kurt was looking at him hungrily.

Blaine grinned, "You're awfully quiet," He commented.

Kurt threw him a death glare.

"You know I love it when you're loud," Blaine licked his lips, "Screaming out for the whole neighborhood to hear, you know why?"

Kurt shook his head, keeping his lips firmly closed.

"Because then they know you're mine, and only mine," Blaine growled, "Only I get to touch you like this Kurt," He ran his hand up Kurt's thigh, smiling when Kurt whined, giving the hand-cuffs there toughest pull yet.

"What would you do?" Kurt asked, his voice coming out in sharp short pants, "What would you do if someone else tried to touch me?"

Blaine eye's narrowed, "Why?"

"Because I think I should tell my new receptionist to run for the hills," Kurt explained.

Blaine's face fell and he jumped forward, grinding his hips down heavily into Kurt's.

"Blaaaaine," Kurt gasped, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as their cocks slid together.

"Mine," Blaine grunted, placing kisses all over Kurt's neck, "Mine, Mine, Mine," He repeated, starting to suck a huge hickey.

Kurt writhed beneath him, Blaine's hot, wet lips gliding and biting at the sensitive skin just below his ear, his own hips thrusting up frantically as they met his husbands in the middle trying to create as much friction as possible.

Blaine finally pulled away from Kurt's neck to take a look at his handy-work, he gave a little satisfied smile before kissing the purpling mark, "I think he'll get the message that you belong to someone now," He said stroking along Kurt's cheek and rubbing his thumb over his chin.

"Or he could have just seen this," Kurt offered, wiggling the finger that was pinned over his head, supporting a silver ring.

Blaine shrugged, "This ways more fun," He explained, "And it got you all needy and desperate," He continued, his eyes grazing over Kurt's rock-hard leaking erection. One of his favorite sights.

Kurt pouted, "You're mean."

Blaine suddenly frowned, "You're okay right?"

Kurt nodded, "Of course."

"Are you really sure? Just tell me if you're uncomfortable Kurt, you know that," Blaine continued to frown, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead, like he was a precious stone.

"I know sweet-heart, I'm fine," Kurt reassured him.

Blaine nodded, "Okay...I'll be right back."

Kurt's eyes widened, "Hey, you think you're just going to leave me like this?"

Blaine grinned, drinking in his lovers body, "I said I'd be right back didn't I, I don't think I could leave you looking that hot even if I tried anyway."

Kurt blushed.

Blaine returned less then a minute later, carrying two scarves in his hands, one was long and a light fairy pink and the other was thick, woolen and a deep red. Both were stretched beyond oblivion from the two's umm...past activities.

"What are you doing with them?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow before he glanced up at his already immobile hands.

"I'm going to ride you," Blaine said simply, smirking when Kurt let out a choked moan, "And you're just going to take it."

Blaine took Kurt's left ankle in his hand before pulling his leg taunt, he wrapped the pink scarf around Kurt's ankle and then to the end of the bed before giving his right ankle the same treatment with the red one. Kurt was lying flat on his back, unable to move his hips from the bed or any other part of his body.

"Is it okay?" Blaine asked, "Not too tight?"

Kurt shook his head, his breathing picking up speed now he knew what Blaine had in store for him.

"Oh...wait, I want you to be able to see," Blaine decided, he grabbed a few cushions and placed them under Kurt's head, "Okay?"

Kurt nodded, chewing on his bottom lips hard as he watched Blaine walk around and kneel next to him on the other side of the bed then he was before.

"And you're sure you're okay with this? You feel comfortable?" Blaine checked for the last time.

Kurt sighed, "Blaine I trust you, I'd trust you with everything, I know you're not going to hurt me."

Blaine smiled, "Good," He lent over and gave Kurt a small, sweet kiss before climbing over and straddling Kurt's lower legs, "Now then," He said, licking his lip and scanning Kurt's body.

He licked along the 'V' in Kurt's collar bone, feeling Kurt gasp a little above him.

"Be loud Kurt, let everyone know you're mine," Blaine whispered against Kurt's heated skin.

Kurt shivered at the possessive tone in his voice, "You know I'm yours."

"Hmm," Blaine hummed, dragging his open lips down to the center of Kurt's chest, "Just let everyone else know as well."

Kurt smirked, "Someones jealous."

Blaine looked up at through his lashes, "Someones awfully cheeky when I have then tied up to a bed."

Kurt laughed, "I love it when you're jealous, it makes me feel special."

Blaine paused before locking his nips around Kurt's left nipple and sucking gently.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, "Oh my God."

Blaine pulled away with a small 'pop', "Don't you always feel special?"

"Huh?"
"You should always feel special," Blaine whispered, "You're so amazing."

Kurt blushed, looking away from Blaine's face.

"Hey, I'm serious, anyone else who thinks otherwise is an idiot." Blaine said firmly.

Kurt laughed, "I really want to hug you right now."

Blaine shook his head, "You can hug me after."

Kurt pouted.

Blaine gave Kurt's right nipple the same treatment as the left, feeling Kurt moan above him, the sound vibrating through Kurt's chest.

Blaine continued to work his way further down Kurt's chest, leaving a trail of red marks and saliva as he bit, sucked and kissed his way along his lovers body, until Kurt was buzzing with need, whimpering loudly and cursing under his breath.

"Please, Please," He begged, biting his bottom lip so hard, Blaine thought he might draw blood.

"Please what buttercup?" Blaine said, moving his lips in a long, wet drag across Kurt's abdomen. Blaine's heavily, lust filled breath ghosting over the wet skin and making Kurt shiver as it cooled.

"Touch me."

"I am," Blaine smirked, kissing over the tops of Kurt's thighs before down his legs.

Kurt remained silent, knowing what Blaine wanted but refusing to give it to him.

Blaine kissed everywhere from Kurt's hips to his knees, apart from his cock. It lay hard and neglected, standing up and pointing to Kurt's abdomen as though trying to get Blaine's attention. Blaine spread Kurt's legs the very little distance they could before turning his attention to Kurt's inner thighs, he trailed his nose along the skin, breathing in deeply.

"Baby I love the way you smell," He sighed.

"I taste even better," Kurt commented, biting his lip hopefully.

Blaine looked up at him and smiled, "I know you do," He hummed gently, reaching up and stroking the head of Kurt's erection teasingly between his fingers while his kissed up and down Kurt's thighs, getting closer his cock each time.

Kurt's hips tried to thrust up desperately, pulling against the hand-cuffs and scarves as he tried to get more attention from Blaine's hand.

"Ugh, Blaine, you fucking tease," He whined, tugging at the hand-cuffs sharply.

Blaine laughed against Kurt's heated skin, "You love it."

Kurt huffed loudly, squeezing his eyes closed and bucking his hips up the tiniest amount they would.

"Tell me what you want," Blaine growled, moving up Kurt's trapped, desperate body and pressing a sweet, loving kiss to his lips.

Kurt whined, "Fuck."

Blaine chuckled, "Do you want your cock to be inside me Kurt?" He asked in a whisper.

Kurt whined again and nodded, "Please Blaine, Please."

Blaine smiled, "Okay buttercup," He hummed, reaching around in their bedside table until he found a bottle of lube and pulled it out, the lip opened with a 'click', the sound swimming through the thick, aroused atmosphere.

Blaine squirted some onto his fingers and warmed it up slightly before reaching behind him, locking eyes with Kurt and let out a long, teasing moan that made Kurt's whole body pulse with desire.

"Blaine, hurry," Kurt begged, watching Blaine's face crease with pleasure as he stretched himself open for Kurt's erection, "Please sweetie."

Blaine let out a low, dark, aroused chuckle and slowed his hand right down, giving Kurt a pointing look.

Kurt glared at him, before an idea popped into his head and he grinned, "Don't you want my cock inside you Blaine?"

Blaine's head snapped up to look at him, licking his lips at the desire in Kurt's voice.

"Don't you want me to fill you up?" Kurt asked again.

Blaine whimpered, biting his lip as he nodded.

"Better get a move on then sweet-heart, or we'll run out of time and I'll have to go back to work," Kurt frowned at the thought, where as Blaine just looked at the clock on the beside table with a worried expression.

Blaine looked at Kurt again before moving his hand at a quickening pace, wincing a few time in his neediness while Kurt tried his best not to show how smug he was feeling about making Blaine crack...sort off.

Blaine suddenly stopped his hand movement and knelt up on his knees, shuffling forward, his knees moving up Kurt's thighs until he was knelt either side of Kurt's torso. "Are you ready?" He asked, biting his bottom lip, his voice so low it almost sounded dangerous.

Kurt looked up into his husbands eyes, almost no color was there to be seen, "Ready."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's cock and pressed his against his entrance, closing his eyes tightly as he sunk down slowly...painfully slowly.

"Ugh-"

"Yes-"

Kurt whined, trying to thrust he's hips up into the welcoming heat that only the tip of his cock had the pleasure of experiencing, "Blaine, Blaine please, more come on," He whined, tugging desperately at the hand-cuffs.

Blaine ignored him, sliding down slowly with his eyes still firmly shut, his breath coming out in little pants of Kurt's name.

Both Kurt and Blaine let out a long sigh when Kurt was fully in cased inside him.

"Urgh move, Blaine...Blaine please, sweet-heart," Kurt begged, "Please, I love you so much, I just need..."

"Shh," Blaine instructed, biting down on his hip hard.

Kurt's mouth clapped shut with a loud snap.

Blaine took a deep breath and shifted above Kurt slightly as he lent down, his hands propping himself up either side of Kurt's chest.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, "Please..."

Blaine grunted a bit before he breathed, "I know sweetie."

Kurt whimpered, "Let me go?" He asked, "Please Blaine, I just wanna hold you."

Blaine looked up into Kurt's blue, lust filled eyes and sighed a bit.

"We can do this at the hotel next week okay?" Kurt bargained, "I just want to feel you."

Blaine glanced up at the hand-cuffs and bit his lip, he paused for a while before he nodded slightly, "Okay."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief.

Before he knew what was happening Blaine had pulled of off him and returned a few seconds later with a small silver key, unlocking the cuffs with a loud click.

Kurt's hands instantly fell to his sides, he stretched his fingers and the blood rushed down and rubbed his wrists. His eyes widening at the deep red indents in the skin.

Blaine gasped, "Kurt why the hell did you tell me?"

Blaine leaped up and grabbed Kurt's wrists, expecting them carefully.

"I'm fine Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Blaine bit his lip, his eyes filling with guilt.

"No, it's fine," Kurt lied.

Blaine dropped his arms and they fell softly onto Kurt's chest while Blaine moved to un-tie the scarves wrapped around Kurt's ankles that seemed to have stretched even more then before which Kurt thought was impossible. As soon as he was free Kurt made a grab around Blaine's waist, pulling him close and sighing as Blaine wrapped his arms around him protectively, "I can't believe I hurt you," Blaine's voice filled with disgust.

"Hey, you didn't hurt me," Kurt shook his head and shifted slightly before pushing Blaine onto his back.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, eying the red lines around the tops of Kurt's wrists.

"I'm sure," Kurt promised.

He climbed on top of Blaine and pressed a few gentle kisses to his cheeks before nudging his legs apart slightly. Blaine spread them the rest of the way without a seconds hesitation, Kurt gave him one final gently peck on his lips before he pushed back into Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine sighed, biting his lip.

Kurt smiled, pushing in as deep as he could, "You feel so could," He whispered.

Blaine smiled back at him, "I love you."

"I know honey, I love you too," Kurt rocked his hips gently, watching Blaine's let out little gasps.

"More?" Blaine asked, biting his lip and looking up at Kurt with huge adorable eyes. His free and curly hair was hanging in his face and his cheeks were bright red.

Kurt pulled in and out of Blaine in a small steady pace, the room filling with both lovers little moans. Kurt changed his slightly angle with every thrust, he knew from experience Blaine's prostate was right about...

"Kurt!" Blaine whined, biting his lip.

Kurt smiled slightly in satisfaction, making sure to brush against that spot as much as he could with each still painfully slow thrust. Kurt could feel Blaine's walls drag around him, clinging to him each time he pulled out as though he was desperate to keep the amazingly intimate experience of having Kurt buried deep inside him.

"Please, Kurt," Blaine asked.

Kurt moved a little quicker, moving faster and faster until Blaine threw his head back against the cushions beneath with a low, spine tingling moan. Both Kurt and Blaine's breathing seemed to match, turning into little panting gaps as Kurt thrust into Blaine as hard as he could and as Blaine's reaction to the stimulation on his prostate with pretty much every mind-numbing propel of Kurt's hips.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," Blaine started chanting Kurt's name like it was his only source of air, his hand tangling themselves in the sheets.

Kurt whimpered, "Blaine...fuck...ugh I love you, I love you so much."

"Ahhh."
"Ohh."

"Yes!"

"Kurt, Please..."

"I know shhh sweetie..."

"Harder, please I...I'm so...AH, yes Kurt."

"Blaaaaine, oh God."

"Kurt I'm going to..."

Blaine tensed beneath his husband, one of his hands flying up to grip Kurt's arm tightly as his face changed to a look at could only be described as pure ecstasy. His eyes squeezed close tightly as he his hips flew up and his came in long white spurts over Kurt's chest above him, his ass clenching around Kurt tightly.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, "Oh Blaine you're so beautiful."

Blaine was shaking slightly was he came down from his high, cranking his neck as he captured Kurt's lips in a searing kiss, his hands reaching around and running down Kurt's back as he continued to pound into him. Blaine let his fingers trail lower, teasing Kurt's crack with his nails.

Kurt tensed above him, "Blaine, Blaine I'm so close, I'm so..."

Blaine pressed his index finger little over Kurt's hole. And Kurt was done, gripping hold of Blaine with a cry as he filled Blaine with just as much love as cum. As soon as Kurt slumped gently again Blaine's chest, Blaine eased him out of him into bed and held him close to his chest.

"You're so perfect Kurt, I love you so much," He breathed, "You deserve the world and so much more."

Kurt snuggled deeper into his husbands chest, "I love you too," He whispered, "God Blaine you have no idea how much I need you."

The two continued to whisper sweet nothings in each others years as they drifted off to sleep, Kurt clung onto consciousness just long enough to think that, this. This is the way things should always be. He and Blaine, battling the world together as they always had, and always will.

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