Instead of studying like they were supposed to be doing, Kurt and Blaine were now sat on Kurt's bed, giggling softly as they both felt up all over each other, Blaine tracing his index finger lightly along Kurt's collar bone and his jawline, teasing the boy until he was whining.
The only sound you could really hear was the creaking of the springs under the mattress and soft whines and pants, as they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. A few short moments after, Kurt took his rightful spot on Blaine's lap and grabbed a fist full of his shirt as they deepened he kiss.
Kurt couldn't help but moan into Blaine's kiss, Blaine pulling his face back into a sly smirk. He knew just how to drive Kurt a little crazy and make him crave more attention. Like ways to push him over the edge and then beg for it.
Blaine pulled away slowly and locked eyes with Kurt for a spilt second, before leaning in to nip and kiss at his jawline and neck. He trailed down and found Kurt's pulse point, earring a breathy whine which boosted Blaine's confidence and encouraged him to go further.
He kept kissing and sucking on that one spot, and Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, tugging every so often.
Blaine pushed Kurt down against the bed lightly, and pinned his wrists down on either side of him. He whined at Blaine to stop teasing him, which only made this more enjoyable for Blaine. He felt his dick harden in his pants, and straddled his thigh against Kurt.
He leaned down again, pressing his hips into Kurt and continued marking hickies all over his neck and collar bone, making sure that it was impossible to cover them. Kurt hated that, but Blaine loved it if he was being honest. He wanted everyone to see that Kurt was his.
Kurt grabbed onto Blaine's shoulders, not even realizing he started to hump Blaine's thigh, he needed the friction on his growing erection. He felt the warm sticky feeling in his boxers, the fabric dampening from the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum.
Kurt thrusted upward into Blaine feeling a short amount of relief each time he did. He was trying to find some relief for his dick against Blaine's also, hard-on, but it hurt at the same time. Kurt's pants were way to tight at this point and he didn't think he could stand it anymore.
"mm-h-hurts, Blaine." Kurt slurred his words, whimpering. Blaine understood what he meant though, and stopped what he was doing. He grabbed Kurt's ankles and pulled him half way off the bed, Blaine in between Kurt's legs.
"Shh, it's okay, easy fix right?" Blaine asked in kind of a whisper, though he wasn't really sure why. He unhooked Kurt's belt buckle and slid it around the loops in his jeans, off his waist and threw it somewhere on the floor.
Then he unzipped his jeans and Kurt felt like a cinder block had just been lifted off of his lap. Blaine threw his own shirt off and tugged Kurt's jeans and his boxers down to his ankles.
Kurt shivered at the sudden feeling of cold air on his dick as it slapped against Blaine's stomach as he moved on top of Kurt for a quick kiss. His tip was a rosy pink color, flushed and hurting from the lack of attention.
Kurt sighed from the feeling of not being restricted, but he needed some release, and quick.
"Blaine, do something...aches" Kurt pleaded, his eyes not leaving Blaine's. Blaine smiled and nodded. He trailed kisses down Kurt's neck, stoping at his collar bone, leaving more hickeys. He trailed down Kurt's stomach, leaving sloppy kisses and occasional hickeys scattered around here and there.
Blaine got to his belly button and kissed around his hips before moving his head to hover over Kurt's head. Blaine's hot breath was annoying Kurt. Kurt groaned and threw his head back. "Hurry!" He cried out in frustration.
Blaine had an idea. "Tell me what you want." Kurt's expression changed from frustration to embarrassment. His face turned red and he struggled to speak.
"W-want you," Kurt stuttered a little bit.
"Be more specific," Blaine smirked and gave Kurt a knowing look.
"I need-please! Need you to blow me! Or fuck me! Please! Anything!" Kurt cried. He hated when Blaine did this but he secretly loved it at the same time. Blaine knew how to make him talk, and they both knew it. Blaine tossed out a single few giggles and kissed the tip of Kurt's erection. Then he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, he swirled his tongue around and back and forth over his slit. Kurt moaned out, a little loudly this time.
He bobbed his head up and down now, changing the pace every so often. Kurt felt that unsettling feeling in his lower abdomen and said the magic words.
"B-Blaine m'gonna-"
and that was all it took. Blaine took his mouth off with a pop and Kurt whined at the loss. Blaine climbed over top of Kurt. He undid his belt and ripped his jeans off in record time. He grabbed the lube from Kurt's dresser, slicked himself up and positioned himself and entered slowly inside of Kurt. He gave him a second to readjust to the feeling Blaine inside of him.
Blaine was painfully hard, but he didn't really even realize how hard he was until he unbuckled his own belt a few seconds ago. He just wanted to pound into Kurt, he wanted to pound him of hard that he wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. But he didn't. Kurt fragile like expensive China.
He sunk in deep, slowly at first then sped up after the first few thrusts. Kurt came pretty fast a few seconds after. He tossed his head back and grabbed the bed sheets, then grabbed onto Blaine, changing his mind. He yelled Blaine's name and some choice curses jumbled together.
"Holy shit." Blaine whispered to himself.
The sudden knock on his door made them both jump.
"Hey, uh, Kurt..everything okay in there bud?"
Blaine kept going, a smirk plastered all over his face as he pounded into Kurt harder. Forget what he thought earlier, this was great. Kurt accidentally moaned out.
Kurt's eyes rolled back, the pleasure becoming too much for him because Blaine repeatedly was hitting his prostrate directly each thrust.
"Kurt! I'm going to come in if you don't answer me right now." Burt called through the door.
"Oh no need dad! I'm fine!" He managed to yell out as panic fell over his face. Blaine just sat there enjoying every moment, even though he knew he was gonna get his ass kicked in a minute.
"Kurt..?" Burt questioned in an unsure tone. Kurt made a mental note to thank god his father was so clueless.
Kurt's moan was muffled by Blaine's hand as he shot another load, covering the both of them in Kurt's cum. Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist and pulled it away from his mouth, staring Blaine in the eyes with a look that could kill.
"No! Really dad I'm fine, I just...ran into the wall?" Kurt yelled as Blaine giggled quietly. He waited until he heard his fathers footsteps disperse.
Blaine finally came, riding out his high. Kurt's back arched and he groaned in pleasure.
"Fuck!" Blaine grunted.
"Are you trying to get me killed?!" Kurt whisper-yelled at Blaine. He only laughed at the flustered by under him and smiled.
"Well..? You're sexy when your mad."
