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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Gossip_Girl
  Relationship:
      Chuck_Bass/Serena_van_der_Woodsen
  Character:
      Chuck_Bass, Serena_van_der_Woodsen
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Shower_Sex, Viagra, Kink_Meme, Step-siblings
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-03-14 Words: 459
****** Turnabout Is Fair Play ******
by merryghoul
Summary
     Set around season one, AU where Chuck does not attempt to rape Serena
     but both are step-siblings and have some attraction to each other.
     Serena tries to get revenge on Chuck for making her bathroom smell
     like hash. It doesn't work.
     For gossipgirlanon.
Serena steps into her bathroom.  It smelled of hash smoke...again.  She lets
out a big sigh.  "Chuck..."  Her voice trails off.
She begins to leave the bathroom when she sees a prescription container on her
counter.  It is labeled as Viagra for Bartholomew Bass. 
She remembers Chuck bragging once to Nate over the phone about his usage of his
father's Viagra: "I'm telling you, Nathaniel, those little blue pills keep me
going all night."  
Serena grabs the Viagra.
A waiter for the Palace has laid out the breakfast that morning for the Van der
Woodsens and the Basses.  Serena opens the Viagra container and drops a pill on
Chuck's oatmeal.  She stirs it so the pill is hidden but the oatmeal appears
not to be disturbed.

Serena puts on her bathrobe.  As she is turning off the shower, Chuck walks in
her bathroom.  His erection is poking out of the towel covering his lower
half. 
"S...I don't think you understand how Viagra works."  He takes off his towel. 
His cock is already covered by a Magnum.  "You see, Viagra doesn't causean
erection..."  He licks his lips.  "It makes me stay harder for longer."
Chuck opens Serena's bathrobe.  He notices she is already wet and not because
she has stepped out of the shower.
"Were you thinking of me in the shower, S?"
"No, Chuck, I was thinking about getting to school on time for once."
"You're lying.  You like incest just as much as I do."  He takes off Serena's
bathrobe and she lets it fall to the ground.
"Bend over the sink."  He motions towards the sink with his head. 
Serena does as she is told.  Chuck lowers her ass slightly and enters her.  He
starts slow, first moving the tip of his cock back and forth in Serena before
plunging deeper and deeper inside of her.  Chuck licks and sucks her neck while
rubbing Serena's clit.  Once he's comfortable with the feel of Serena's cunt,
he moves faster and faster.  The scent of Serena's cunt encourages Chuck to
pound harder and harder inside of her.  In response to Chuck pounding inside of
her, Serena moans, occasionally emitting a "fuck" when she can vocalize a word
or two. 
Serena's legs shake and give out on her when she reaches climax, but Chuck
still pounds inside of her for a few more minutes.  Chuck eventually cums
inside of Serena, holding her spent body while doing so.
Chuck walks Serena back to her bedroom and lays her on her bed. 
"I'll tell Lily you felt sick when you stepped in the shower."
Serena starts to doze off to sleep.
"This is why you don't take Viagra without a doctor's prescription," Chuck says
as he closes Serena's door.
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ear and imagining his boyfriend's impending reaction. While biting
his lower lip and focusing on regaining control over his body, the doorbell's
soft DING-DONG rang throughout the still house. In a flash Blaine slammed the
computer shut, set it on his nightstand, and raced to answer the front door.
Panting slightly, he flung open the door to find a rosy cheeked, coat and scarf
clad Kurt smiling on the steps, parting his lips to greet him,
 
"Hey, baby."
 
Blaine shot forward to grab his hands, dragging him inside before enveloping
the slightly chilly boy in his arms. Pulling away, Kurt bent down to kiss
Blaine lightly, beginning to deftly remove his winter clothes and hanging them
in the hall closet.
 
"So," Kurt ventured, "what's on today's agenda?"
 
Blaine smirked, replying,
 
"Oh, I was thinking lunch and a movie. Then I have a special surprise for you,
if you can make it through both of those activities while keeping your hands to
yourself."
 
"Aww, you're no fun. Can I at least cuddle? You can't put me on a couch with
you and expect me NOT to cuddle. It's like an instinct."
 
Laughing, the younger boy amended his statement,
 
"Ok fine, cuddling is allowed. But hands touch nothing that isn't covered with
clothing and they stay above the waist. Deal?"
 
"Deal," Kurt agreed, still pouting slightly. "Now, you said something about
lunch?"
 
*****
 
Three hours, two sandwiches and one Disney movie later, the couple sat on
Blaine's bed, kissing lazily. Even though it bordered on torture to sit curled
up into each other through the course of an entire movie without their hands
roaming, there was no hurry now. Part of the beauty of this precious alone time
lay in the fact that they could start slow, taking as long as they wanted to
enjoy each other. Besides, the build-up would only add to the force of Kurt's
reaction to Blaine's "surprise."
 
Eventually Kurt pulled back, his smile content but his eyes sparkling
mischievously,
 
"You said you have a surprise for me?"
 
Blaine stood, a look of mock-forgetfulness crossing his face,
 
"Hm. I did say that, didn't I?"
 
"Don't be more of a tease than you already have been, Anderson."
 
"Okok," the shorter boy laughed out, "well I'll give you a hint: it's something
that's on our list."
 
Kurt raised an eyebrow,
 
"Hun, that really doesn't narrow it down much for me. It's six pages long,
remember?"
 
"Fine. Page two, bullet 83."
 
"That's also maddeningly unhelpful right now."
 
"It doesn't get much more specific than that."
 
"Blaaaaiiine," Kurt whined, "I played by your rules all afternoon. What do I
have to do in order for you to clue me in here?"
 
Suddenly Blaine's expression shifted. No longer playful and teasing, his
features displayed subtle, yet unmistakable lust. He took a couple of steps
forward until he stood before his boyfriend, crotch only inches away from
Kurt's face. Tilting his head downward to stare directly into the boy's azure
eyes, Blaine spoke in a low, sultry, commanding voice,
 
"Take off my pants."
 
He heard Kurt's breathing hitch and watched those eyes darken instantaneously.
Long, nimble fingers quickly reached upwards to begin loosening his belt. Next
came the quiet "pop" as the button separated from the opposite side of the
fabric. The sound of a zipper being pulled down was drowned almost immediately
by Kurt's loud gasp as emerald green silk edged with scalloped black lace
appeared in his field of vision. Forcing his gaze to meet Blaine's intense
stare, Kurt only just managed to stutter out,
 
"Are you... are you wearing...."
 
Smiling wickedly, Blaine responded somewhat roughly,
 
"How about finishing what you started and finding out?"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Within seconds the jeans lie in an unceremonious heap on the carpet. Kurt spent
several moments drinking in the sight hovering inches before him, hands
remaining lax at his sides upon the bed. A sliver of Blaine's tan, toned torso
shone in the space between the hem of his shirt and the first ruffle of black
lace. The muscle-etched "V" and dark-haired treasure trail sloped south,
dipping tantalizingly beneath the fabric. Vibrant green silk stretched across
the very visible outline of his already half-hard cock, and Kurt shuddered
slightly with the knowledge that the head would inevitably peek out above that
lacey waistline by the time Blaine reached full arousal. Silk wound snugly
around Blaine's firm hips, accentuating every curve and angle. The dichotomy of
masculine and feminine struck Kurt directly between the legs, causing his dick
to begin twitching in earnest.
 
Maintaining the stare down at his boyfriend, a satisfied smirk continued to
plaster Blaine's face while the older boy gaped unabashedly at the erection
growing rapidly before him, still confined by its sinfully smooth casing.
Blaine knew that his partial erection was already visible, and the feeling of
straining against the constricting underwear only quickened the blood flow.
Kurt's hands remained on the bed as he openly stared in silence, their
increasingly ragged breathing serving as the soundtrack for this encounter.
Finally Kurt spoke,
 
"Fuck," he positively purred, "you look so fucking hot, baby." His hands lifted
off the bed and began absentmindedly petting Blaine's thighs, stroking up and
down, ruffling the coarse hair. Blaine moaned softly at this contact, but the
noises were cut off by Kurt's continued comments,
 
"Talk to me. Tell me how those pretty panties feel stretched over your cock."
 
Blaine sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and suppressing a
moan as more blood fled his brain in order to rush southward. Somewhere in the
back of his mind he realized the power shift taking place in this situation. He
registered that Kurt asked him a question, but all his focus currently lay with
the feeling of Kurt's fingertips and the ever increasing hardness between his
legs. Suddenly Blaine felt the sharp press of thumbs against each hipbone and
more digits digging into the flesh of each ass cheek. Surely there would be
fingerprint-shaped bruises by morning. Groaning at the pleasurably painful
sensation, he barely heard his boyfriend's voice,
 
"I told you to talk to me, Blaine."
 
Panting slightly, Blaine struggled to string together a couple of remotely
cohesive thoughts. The subsequent verbal equivalents bordered on incoherent,
but perhaps they would placate Kurt,
 
"S-so smooth... so soft... but t-tight. They don't fit right, so- AH!" Blaine
squealed as Kurt dug the gripping fingers more firmly into his tender muscles.
 
"Continue," Kurt demanded softly, beginning to move his thumbs in circular
motions over Blaine's jutting hips, knowing perfectly well the maddening effect
this practice caused on his boyfriend.
 
It was a miracle Blaine could still stand by now; his knees threatened to give
out at any moment. Desperately attempting to collect himself, he managed to
stutter,
 
"I love... I love how they slide against my cock. M-make me strain against
them." He began to lose it at this point, with Kurt's fingers rubbing merciless
circles over the silk and causing the fabric to slip patterns across his
overheated skin. "Make me feel p-pretty," he managed to continue, "make me feel
s-so... naughty."
 
"Good boy," Kurt murmured after this admission, releasing his grasp on Blaine's
legs and causing a whimper to escape from the younger boy at the loss of
contact. Kurt grinned,
 
"Oh don't worry, babe, I'm not even close to done with you just yet."
 
Kurt leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss just below Blaine's navel, feeling the
taut muscles quiver beneath his lips. The standing boy reflexively reached to
tangle his fingers in the sandy hair tickling his abdomen, but Kurt slapped
them away, making a tsk-ing noise,
 
"No touching, me or yourself, unless I say otherwise. Turnabout is fair play,
after all."
 
Blaine gasped, pulled out of the moment by a swell of frustration and
irritation. Kurt responded with another kiss, placed a few inches above where
the first still burned. He continued upward like this, kissing in a line
straight up the center of Blaine's body until he too stood on his feet. Every
ounce of Blaine's will focused on keeping both arms at his sides, fists
clenched in concentration.
 
Tenderly, Kurt hooked an index finger under his boyfriend's chin, gently
tilting his head until they were eye-to-eye,
 
"I know it doesn't seem fair, but you have to trust me, sweetheart." His hand
slid up to cup Blaine's cheek.
 
"Believe me," he continued, "follow my rules and it'll be worth your while." He
dropped his hand to caress one of the boy's shaking shoulders, not tearing his
blazing gaze away.
 
"But I swear, if you slip up, I will not hesitate to walk out of this house and
leave you here, alone and aching inside of those slutty panties." With those
words hanging thickly in the air, Kurt moved away to stand near the foot of the
bed, leaving Blaine to struggle with accepting this statement.
 
Any time previous, Blaine would immediately register that last part as nothing
more than an empty threat. Kurt wanted this every bit as much as he did, so
there was no chance he'd just walk away. Now, though, he couldn't feel so sure.
The voice Kurt used was brand new, much lower and more commanding than Blaine
ever heard before. This side of his boyfriend took Blaine completely by
surprise, and he found it... well, he found it... fucking sexy as hell. At the
moment he couldn't understand why, what with the limited blood flow to his
brain, but he could think about it later, when he wasn't hard and wanting
nothing except to earn Kurt's touch.
 
They remained silent for a minute, Blaine continuing to stare down at the bed
and Kurt appraising the beauty before him. Finally the eldest teen broke the
stillness,
 
"What are you thinking right now, baby?" His voice came out soft and genuinely
concerned.
 
Blaine turned to face those sapphire eyes. Smiling, he answered honestly,
 
"That I would do anything you asked me to. That I love and trust you. Always."
 
Kurt flushed, a sweet smile breaking across his face as he stepped back towards
Blaine. He bent down slightly to place a loving kiss on his lips, lingering
just long enough to swipe his tongue across them before pulling away,
whispering,
 
"Thank you, baby. I love you too."
 
After turning to resume his position at the end of bed, Kurt faced Blaine once
more. Gone was the expression of loving sweetness, replaced again by the look
portraying utter calm and unquestionable force. The ensuing tone of voice
matched his face,
 
"Now. Lie flat on your stomach on the bed. Make sure you put a pillow under
your hips. I'd choose one you don't mind washing, if I were you."
Chapter End Notes
     I could easily post this story in its entirety, but I personally
     enjoy building up a little anticipation.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Mini-chapter, I know. It should be just enough to mess with your
     Klaine feels before "Come What May" tomorrow. I would swear to stop
     being evil soon, but I don't make promises that I probably can't
     keep.
Blaine audibly groaned at the sound of Kurt’s demand. His cock swelled yet
again, causing the head to breach the lacy waistline of his lingerie. Eager to
follow his boyfriend’s instructions, Blaine swiftly reached for one of the
multiple pillows lined up along his headboard, sending a brief, silent thank
you to the universe for the fact that it was machine washable. Pillow in one
hand, he used the other to adjust his dick so that it remained entirely
sheathed in silk. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, momentarily lost in
pleasure of finally touching himself. Coming back to reality after a couple of
seconds, Blaine knelt upon the bed, pressing the pillow to his crotch before
lowering himself onto his stomach. Crossing his arms to lay his head on them,
the younger boy shivered in anticipation of Kurt’s next move.
Silently, Kurt appraised the view of Blaine’s sleek body stretched atop the
covers. The sight of his erection pressing heavily against the smooth fabric
had been exceedingly hot, but seeing the swell of Blaine’s ass coated in
gleaming green silk caused further tightening in the older boy’s jeans. Kurt
felt painfully aware of his own arousal, and reached down to palm himself as he
continued to stare at the god-like figure lying on the bed. A small moan
escaped his lips before resolutely deciding that his climax would be secondary
to the infinitely more important goal of turning Blaine into a sweaty, writhing
mess.
Still fully clothed, Kurt moved forward until his thighs pressed flush against
the bed. He reached out to lightly graze the back of Blaine’s thigh,
whispering,
“Spread your legs for me.”
The response came instantaneously. In under the space of a second, Blaine’s
legs opened wide, allowing Kurt room to crawl between them. After settling in
the provided space, Kurt continued to stare at the expanse of skin before him.
Blaine remained perfectly silent and still, save for the odd muscle twitching
involuntarily with anticipation. Though he originally had set plans for what to
do next, the eldest boy’s head now swam with possibilities of where to begin.
He wanted to touch, taste and tease every inch of his boyfriend’s body, and now
he found himself unsure in which order he wanted those things to occur. For now
he settled on placing his fingers against the sweating skin of Blaine’s neck,
slowly dragging them down his spine, varying pressure along the way.
Occasionally he tipped them forward just enough to lightly scratch, feeling the
younger teen shiver with each tantalizing scrape. Upon reaching the black lace,
Kurt dug his thumb harshly in to the small of Blaine’s back, drawing a whimper
from the boy beneath him.
“Mmm, is that a good or bad noise?” Kurt inquired in a sultry voice.
“I-it’s good” Blaine responded, breathing erratically.
Kurt kept his digit positioned on this spot and began rubbing tiny circles over
the clearly sensitive area, just above those enticing panties. Blaine wriggled
and whined softly as the motion mercilessly continued, slowly shifting his hips
so that his cock rubbed against the pillow. Smirking at the effect this torture
produced, Kurt removed his hand from Blaine’s body, causing the boy to arch
back, clearly yearning for continued contact. Relishing the feeling of control
over the squirming figure beneath him, Kurt decided the best course of action
now was to relinquish only the tiniest bit of that control and ask,
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
Blaine continued panting incoherently for a few seconds before attempting to
offer an answer,
“I… you… your tongue. Please.”
Kurt bent forward to place a kiss over the spot previously occupied by his
thumb, eliciting another full-body shake from his boyfriend. His tongue grazed
over the slightly scratchy lace, causing his own frame to quaver. Pulling away,
Kurt deemed it necessary to clarify one last thing before sending Blaine in to
a pleasurable whirlwind. Stretching himself fully alongside Blaine’s body, Kurt
whispered hotly in to his ear,
“I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before. Together we will
ruin these panties before I’m done with you.”
***** Chapter 4 *****
By this point Blaine was shivering uncontrollably. Kurt’s words were not only a
promise of an assuredly fantastic orgasm, but affirmation that his boyfriend
truly appreciated Blaine’s effort to continue exploring the sexual side of
their relationship. Now all he felt was a maddening combination of emotions,
running the gamut from sweet, innocent tenderness to lustful, full-blown
arousal. The sheer amount of both physical and mental feelings racing through
him caused Blaine to choke on a noise that crashed out as half sob, half moan.
Noticing the clearly conflicted note, Kurt’s tone softened slightly, murmuring
comfortingly as he pulled Blaine further into his arms,
“Honey, are you still with me?”
After taking a few deep breaths, Blaine nodded, managing a brief explanation,
“I just.. I love you. I love us. And I want you so badly right now and… all the
time. It’s just so much.”
Kurt smiled broadly, laying a kiss into his boyfriend’s sweaty curls.
“I know, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
He slid away slightly, moving again to kneel between the meaty thighs beneath
him, finally hooking his thumbs on the hem of Blaine’s shirt, pulling upwards.
Blaine complied with the silent order by stretching his arms and allowing the
garment to slip completely off before resuming his original position. Kurt
tossed it away carelessly, too eager to suckle the expanse of tanned skin
before him, as opposed to mouthing the cotton previously hiding the delectable
surface. Bracing his hands on either side of his boyfriend, Kurt bent down to
mimic the line his fingers drew earlier, only this time pressing his lips inch
by agonizingly slow inch down Blaine’s spine.
Kurt took his time, spending full minutes working his way along Blaine’s back,
alternately placing soft kisses that left no evidence and harsh bites that
littered the skin with dark, deep marks. The feeling of muscles contracting
beneath his mouth and the sounds of breathy mewls only served to spur on his
excruciatingly teasing descent. Throughout the delightfully painstaking
process, Kurt maintained a slightly uncomfortable awareness of his own desire
for reciprocated contact, but managed to retain determination that Blaine
remained the focus of this particular encounter. Nothing brought the older teen
more pleasure than seeing and hearing Blaine get off. In fact, the odds were
good that Kurt might come in his pants before this whole thing ended, should he
perform as well as he knew himself capable of.
Upon reaching the delicate black trim once more, he briefly swiped his tongue
underneath the waistband. Immediately after the swift lick, Kurt lifted himself
back up, pulling his knees slightly together and clasping his hands behind his
back, effectively removing all contact from Blaine’s body. His boyfriend whined
helplessly. By moving backwards in search of Kurt’s touch, he only succeeded in
creating more friction between his crotch and the pillow beneath him, which
caused him even more physical anguish. Both boys equally floated in a world of
blissful hell, and neither wanted to feel any other way in this moment.
Without touching him in any way, Kurt flexibly bent down to whisper in Blaine’s
ear,
“So, just how desperate are you by now to feel my tongue fucking your filthy
ass while that silk clings to your cock?”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Kurt, please, just… please,” was all that Blaine managed to say before he felt
Kurt’s hands back upon him, vigorously kneading the supple globes.
“Well, well, well,” Kurt sneered, “who knew a few strips of lace would turn you
in to such a needy little bitch?” Then without any warning, Blaine felt a sharp
blow strike his ass, the sensation rushing straight through his groin,
resonating in his balls and shooting all the way to the head of his dick. He
gasped harshly in both surprise and pleasure. This was a move neither of them
made before, though they talked about it once. To finally feel the smack left
Blaine swimming in a sea of new sensations, and again he rutted against the
pillow beneath him.
Above him, rubbing softly over the affected spot, Kurt smiled, his voice
clearly oozing control,
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
By now the only responses Blaine could offer were incoherent mumblings and
pathetic nods. If his boyfriend asked him to really say anything now, there was
no assurance that he’d be capable of complying. He continued rhythmically
shifting his hips, desperate for the feel of silk sliding along his length,
until Kurt ceased caressing and firmly grabbed Blaine’s hips, effectively
stilling his desperate motion.
“D-don’t,” Blaine wheezed, “don’t tease…”
At this, Kurt’s grip tightened as he wrenched Blaine upward a few inches,
separating the younger boy’s midsection from the bed, thereby removing his
source of much-desired friction. Blaine let out a small whimper while Kurt
growled,
“You think this is teasing? If I wanted to fucking tease you, I wouldn’t allow
you to shamelessly grind that greedy cock against anything but air and your
obscene underwear.” Kurt’s voice became impossibly lower and rougher, “Unless
you want me to take away your precious pillow, you will not say anything like
that again. Do I make myself clear?”
Blaine cried out, “Yes!” before Kurt allowed him to drop back to the bed. A
prolonged moment of stillness followed as both boys panted, each caught up in
their varied forms of lust. Finally Kurt broke the relative silence, returning
to his earlier kneading motion, speaking in a painfully conversational tone,
“I don’t appreciate being told what to do, Blaine.” His fingers continued their
relentless assault. “In fact, I’m not really convinced you deserve anything
more than this tonight.”
Knowing better at this point than to make any sound, Blaine bit his lip to halt
all noises that might be construed as protests, waiting to see what came next.
“But,” Kurt added, “you’ve done so beautifully in following my rules.” The
fingers moved to the lacy waistband, one digit over each cheek digging beneath
it and raising the fabric away from Blaine’s skin. “And you already know,” he
whispered almost inaudibly, “I always keep my promises.” The elastic slipped
from Kurt’s fingers, causing a satisfactory SNAP and resulting moan to echo
around the walls.
With that final teasing action, Kurt was done with the torture. In denying
Blaine he also denied himself, and they were both plenty worked up by now.
Scooting ever so slightly further back on the sheets, Kurt ran both hands down
Blaine’s back, landing on the panties, taking a second to again appreciate the
nearly frictionless fabric before moving on. Hands still in place, he bent
forward to place a very wet kiss at the top Blaine’s crack, laving his tongue
over the silk as he moved downward, leaving a dark green stripe in his wake.
All the while his boyfriend bucked and mewled on the bed, completely beyond
vocabulary and utterly out of control of his body. This made Kurt grin as he
reached Blaine’s balls, heavy and twitching in their confinement, and lightly
swirled his tongue against them. He was just getting started.
Kurt drew his face an inch away from the damp line so recently developed along
the cleft of Blaine’s ass, proceeding to blow hotly against the path as he
moved upward. Upon reaching the beginning of the trail created by his saliva,
Kurt decided to pause before continuing. Pulling away just far enough that he
could be heard, but close enough that his breath ghosted across Blaine’s
tailbone, the elder teen provoked his boyfriend one last time,
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he said teasingly, “but I need you to tell
me exactly what that is.”
Blaine found himself agonizingly aroused; nearly incapable of thought, let
alone speech. Yet he knew that Kurt would not indulge his needs without this
final answer, so he made a valiant attempt at forming words,
“I… Kurt… I can’t..”
So much for that plan.
“In that case,” Kurt responded, “I don’t think I can either.”
Blaine felt Kurt pulling away and released a small sob. Desperately attempting
to regain any of his faculties, Blaine pushed out one more request,
“Your tongue! I n-n-need it… in my ass. Lick me… f-fuck me with it,” Blaine’s
words emerged in a series of stuttered whines that sounded like a beautiful
plea for mercy, “please!”
Hearing these words officially jolted Kurt in to the state of mind focused
solely on pleasuring the man beneath him. Laying flat on his stomach between
Blaine’s legs and propping up on his elbows, he crooked his right index finger
under the trim stretching over the left hip, slowly pulling that underwear
aside until it bunched together in the crease of Blaine’s thigh. Kurt sucked in
a sharp breath. No matter how many times he gazed upon this sight, he believed
it would never fail to amaze him; the dark hairs littering skin that was
slightly paler than the rest of his body, the swell of toned buttocks, and the
dark pink flesh that was exposed when Kurt grabbed each cheek and pulled them
apart.
The smell of Blaine drove Kurt absolutely insane. He remembered only a month
ago when he did this for the first time, and realized it would likely prove to
be his new favorite hobby. In many ways he found rimming more intimate than
blowjobs. Perhaps because, in his mind, more trust was required from your
partner to expose an area that a lot of people are self-conscious about. This
had certainly been the case for them, and it took a full week of careful
coaxing for Blaine to allow it. But now that the floodgate had opened, both
boys were ever eager for the experience.
Kurt flattened his tongue at the base of Blaine’s crack, dragging it up the
side of each spread cheek without actually penetrating the crevice. He repeated
this motion until Blaine began to wriggle back against the face pressed into
his ass, indicating his need for something more. Finally ready to grant his
boyfriend everything he desired, Kurt began his attack in earnest. Knowing that
the surest way to get a reaction from Blaine was to go straight from teasing to
intense action, Kurt placed a series of little kitten licks around the puckered
hole before suddenly thrusting his tongue quickly inside.
“FUCK” Blaine screamed, pushing himself against Kurt’s face as the moist muscle
continued to plunge in and out. Blaine rocked back to meet each intrusion, his
cock slipping against the fabric that grew slicker with every motion. Without
an inkling of warning Kurt’s tongue retreated before placing his mouth around
the delicious entrance and sucking with varying degrees of pressure,
occasionally darting out to lick as well.
Blaine couldn’t even shout expletives now, instead resorting to a litany of
high pitched screams and low moans. Lips still pressed firmly against the
boiling flesh, Kurt began to hum a mindless tune. It sounded silly, but he knew
that the vibrations traveled straight to Blaine’s dick, as evidenced by the
insistent mewl released by the boy beneath him. Kurt felt the thighs around his
head begin to twitch and knew it wouldn’t take much longer before his boyfriend
fell completely apart. Still humming, he jammed his tongue back in to that
sweet heat, fucking Blaine with renewed force. The trembling in Blaine’s thighs
increased and he moved more erratically as he rubbed against the bed.
“KURT, shit… I’m… I,” Blaine bellowed.
Kurt kept up his fervent pace as Blaine released a final shriek, jerking
frantically underneath his mouth. Blaine’s orgasm seized him, severing all ties
with any part of reality not directly part of his body. His mind went blank,
every nerve blazing as streaks of come shot into the silk already plastered to
his groin with sweat. All he felt was the intense pleasure gripping his being
and Kurt’s tongue continuing to press into him as he rode out the moment until
finally, he shuddered to a stop, spent and limp like he could never remember
being before.
Kurt rolled onto his side to face a still incapacitated Blaine who lay face
down, breathing heavily. After a minute the hazel eyed teen found the strength
to lift himself up on his side as well, allowing Kurt to pluck the pillow off
the bed and place it on the floor. They lay a good foot away from each other
before Blaine moved forward and Kurt scuttled backward slightly.
“Let me look at you for a minute,” Kurt cooed, admiring the cum and sweat
soaked panties that were decidedly a few shades of green deeper than when they
began this escapade.
Obviously coming back to his senses, Blaine’s eyes widened as he noticed the
still obvious bulge in Kurt’s jeans.
“Do you want me to…,” he began to ask tentatively.
“No, baby,” Kurt replied, “this time was about you.”
Blaine smiled happily. Every now and then they made this gesture towards each
other, where it wasn’t about their own pleasure, but about making sure their
partner felt good. The first couple of times Kurt pulled this trick out, Blaine
felt guilty, but eventually they gained a mutual understanding of the emotional
value behind it.
Continuing to ride his blissful cloud, Blaine began to shuffle towards a still
fully-clothed Kurt, only to be halted by an insistent palm against his chest
and some words with a hint of threat behind them,
“I love you. But if you think I’m letting you come near these pants while
you’re covered in semen, you are sorely mistaken.”
Chuckling, Blaine lifted himself off the bed, conceding that Kurt posed a valid
point. On his way to the bathroom to clean up, he made it to the bedroom door
before turning around to face Kurt, still lying on the bed. One question
reverberated around his brain, and he needed to ask sooner rather than later.
“Kurt,” he began, and his boyfriend looked at him with his head resting against
the pillows, “I just want to know,” smirking and cocking an eyebrow before
continuing, “where in the HELL did you learn to talk like that?”
Considering all they’d done with each other, it was cute to see Kurt blush
before answering,
“Um, well, do you remember bullet number 16 on page one of the list?”
Not only did Blaine remember, he remembered vividly.
“Yes, actually.”
“Well, suffice it to say,” Kurt said while still blushing fiercely, “I crossed
that one off on my own… a few times.”
Chapter End Notes
     So, that was fun to write. Starting to realize I'm better at foreplay
     than description of overtly sexual acts. Guess I'll just have to
     practice... darn ;)
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