Fic: Unexpected Revelations
Title: Unexpected Revelations
Author: Elora
Disclaimer: I don't own this. No money is made here.
Summary: Blaine and Kurt have been dating for a while, and are ready to get intimate when Blaine reveals he's intersex. He's terrified his vagina will chase Kurt away, but Kurt realizes he doesn't mind so much.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author Notes: This was written as a fill on the kurtblainesmut commentfic meme. The prompt was “one of them is a functional hermaphrodite/3rd gender. Boyfriend gets off on fingering his boyfriend's pussy while sucking his boyfriend's cock.”
I used
mrs_sakuma's setup for androgins/3rd sex persons from her Something Like Love 'Verse and she gave me permission to do so. It works out that about a third of the population are actually androgynes, having both male and female reproductive organs, but most of the population doesn't like to acknowledge their existence, so "dro"s usually choose to identify as either male or female and pass as such. People (especially in more conservative areas) can be unusually cruel to androgins. This story also completely ignores both BIOTA and Sexy. Please ignore the pronoun game. I contemplated using zie/ze or kher but then ultimately decided that since Blaine lives as a guy, I'd use male pronouns.
*
Kurt and Blaine had been dating for over a month. They held hands, they kissed, they cuddled, and Blaine often pulled Kurt down into his lap when they watched movies, but that was as far as they'd gone sexually. Kurt told Blaine he was okay with waiting, because he could tell that Blaine was holding something back, hesitating, and he didn't want to push him. Currently, Blaine looked like he was going to vibrate right out of his clothes. He was fidgety and nervous, constantly rolling his cellphone around in his hands.
“I need to tell you something,” Blaine blurted out suddenly.
“Okay,” Kurt said. “Shoot.”
“Um, well, it has to do with why I resisted falling for you for so long,” Blaine started.
“I was wondering why that was. I mean, it's clear we have great chemistry.” Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and squeezed it lightly.
“Well, you're a homosexual man,” Blaine said.
“Yes,” Kurt said, grinning. “Also, the sky is blue and birds have feathers.”
“What I mean is, you're attracted to men. And, well, I'm not a man,” Blaine confessed, looking down at the table.
“Wait, what?” Kurt asked, confused. “I've sat on your lap, Blaine, I know you're not a girl.”
“I'm an androgin,” Blaine whispered. Even though they were alone in Blaine's single dorm room, Blaine was afraid of being overheard.
“Oh,” Kurt said. “OH. Um, okay.” He sat down in Blaine's leather desk chair.
“If you want to break up with me, I understand,” Blaine said in an unusually small voice. “I just couldn't keep it a secret from you anymore.”
“It's okay,” Kurt said, “I understand why you kept it a secret. I'm a little hurt you didn't trust me sooner, but I understand.”
He took Blaine's hand in his, squeezing gently. “I'm not going to break up with you, Blaine, I just need a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Blaine said.
“I get why you didn't tell me,” Kurt said. “I mean, around here, dros are appreciated as much as gays. You are primarily attracted to men, right?”
Blaine nodded. “It's easier to pass as a gay man than to admit to being an androphilic androgin. Even protected by Dalton's zero tolerance policy it's just easier to pretend to be a boy.”
“Does the administration know?” Kurt asked curiously.
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “There's a few of us here, but I won't reveal their names, just like they won't reveal mine.”
“I don't care what's between your legs, Blaine,” Kurt said suddenly. “I love you just the way you are. I'm not attracted to girls, no, but you're not a girl. You're Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend. Drofriend?”
“Boyfriend is fine,” Blaine said blushing. “I do feel like a boy most of the time. Well, except when it's that time of the month.” He wrinkled his nose.
“That is something I don't envy you,” Kurt said. “Thank you for being honest with me, Blaine.”
Kurt stood, and slipped his hands around Blaine's waist, pulling Blaine flush against him in a hug. Blaine set his head on Kurt's shoulder, and just let Kurt hold him for a while. Kurt moved his hand to rub gentle circles on Blaine's back, and noticed, for the first time, a second layer of something under Blaine's shirt.
“You bind them, don't you?” Kurt asked, his finger toying with the edge of the bandage from under Blaine's dress shirt.
“Yes,” Blaine said. “It makes passing easier.”
“Can I see them?” Kurt asked.
“I, I don't know,” Blaine hesitated.
“If you're not ready,” Kurt said, “I understand. I'm willing to wait as long as you need. But if you want to move past kissing, I'm ready. I'll take whatever you're willing to give me.”
“I don't want to scare you off,” Blaine said.
“You won't,” Kurt promised. “If it helps, I'm rather self conscious about my own body, but I'll take my shirt off too.”
“Okay,” Blaine said. “You first though.”
Kurt slid out of his blazer and removed his tie, then started working at the buttons of his shirt. Blaine removed his tie at the same time, then undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt. Kurt removed his shirt, and then his undershirt, so that he was topless. The cool air from Blaine's open window hit Kurt's chest and his nipples hardened automatically.
“I just noticed that you don't really have an adam's apple,” Kurt observed. “It's barely there. Were you surprised when your voice changed?”
“A little. The doctor says I naturally produce more testosterone than estrogen. Not all androgins are the same, of course.” Blaine said. “My father was so proud. He always wanted a boy, and forced me into the masculine gender role. He tries to pretend the other side of me doesn't exist.”
“I'm sorry, Sweetie,” Kurt said, leaning over to kiss Blaine. Blaine was standing there in trousers and an undershirt. There was a binder around his chest over the thin cotton. Kurt, watching Blaine's face for any hint that he should stop, laid a hand over the binder, feeling the compacted flesh beneath. “You always wear so many layers, I never noticed before.”
It was true. Blaine usually wore an undershirt, binding, his dress shirt, and a sweater or sweater-vest all underneath his blazer, which he rarely took off. He wore the layers like armor, protecting his secret.
“That was kind of the idea,” Blaine blushed.
“May I?” Kurt asked, his fingers settling on the fastenings.
“Okay,” Blaine said.
Kurt undid the fastening on the binder, and slipped it off of Blaine. He folded the thing up then set it on Blaine's desk before grabbing the hem of Blaine's tank top.
“May I?” Kurt asked again, and Blaine nodded. He lifted his arms and let Kurt pull off his undershirt. Blaine stood there, topless, his unbound breasts hanging free.
“You're beautiful,” Kurt said firmly. He'd spent enough time shopping with his girlfriends that he was able to eyeball them as approximately a B-cup, maybe a little small. Blaine had no chest hair, unlike Kurt had always imagined, and large light brown areolae around tiny pink nipples. Tentatively, Kurt placed his hands over Blaine's breasts, cupping them gently. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Blaine hissed. Kurt pinched Blaine's nipples lightly and Blaine let out a soft moan.
Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's mouth in a kiss. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled his boyfriend close. Their tongues caressed one another as they kissed. Blaine lowered his hands to cup Kurt's ass through his uniform pants. Blaine blushed as he realized he could feel Kurt's erection against him. Blaine could feel himself grow hard, and also felt the wetness gathering between his legs.
“Hey,” Blaine whispered as they broke the kiss. “We can go further, if you want.”
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked. “I don't want to pressure you. And I'm a little nervous myself.”
“Part of me is terrified, that my, um, my pussy is going to send you running for the hills,” Blaine admitted, blushing bright red.
“It's part of you” Kurt said, “I'm certain it's as beautiful as the rest of you.”
“We could sit on the bed,” Blaine offered, “And see where it goes from there?”
“Okay,” Kurt agreed, and they kicked off their shoes and socks before climbing onto the bed, still in their uniform pants. They made out for a while, until Blaine got the courage to run his hand over the bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt let out a tiny moan as Blaine palmed him through his pants.
“Can I take them off?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded. Blaine undid the fastening of Kurt's trousers and slid them down, revealing a tight pair of black boxer-briefs. Looking for Kurt's nod, Blaine pulled those off as well. Blaine was greeted by the sight of Kurt's hard cock jutting out from carefully trimmed pubic hair. Tentative, Blaine wrapped his hand around it. Kurt's eyes closed at the sensation, he moaned as Blaine stroked him. Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt as he continued to stroke Kurt's cock. Blaine increased the pace as he kissed Kurt hard. It was interesting, handling a cock that wasn't his own. Kurt's penis was larger than Blaine's, but not obscenely large or anything. Blaine stroked harder, and faster, and it wasn't long before Kurt was coming hot and hard over Blaine's hand. Blaine reached for a tissue from his bedside table and cleaned up the mess.
“Can, may I return the favor?” Kurt asked when he came down from his orgasm.
“Um, okay,” Blaine said shyly, and started to unbuckle his belt. Unfortunately Dalton uniform pants weren't designed for his hips, so he had to get them slightly baggy and wear a belt. It really wasn't fair that Dalton admitted androgynes, but didn't make uniform pants for a pear-shaped body. Blaine removed his own pants so that he was wearing only his briefs. He had tried wearing boxers, but unfortunately they weren't conducive for sanitary napkins, and there were some times that Blaine just didn't want to use tampons. So briefs it was.
“Are you sure?” Blaine asked before removing his underwear. “Last chance.”
“I'm sure,” Kurt said. He reached out and gently pulled off Blaine's underwear, then flung them across the room. They were both completely naked. Kurt took in Blaine's naked form. The obvious penis seemed slightly at odds with Blaine's round breasts, but at the same time, he was beautiful. Kurt was reminded of a statue he'd seen at an art museum, of Hermaphroditus. Kurt had always thought he was beautiful, and Blaine was just as godlike. His penis and testicles were smaller than Kurt's, but not tiny. Behind them Kurt could see the hint of a slit. “Let me see you?” Kurt asked.
“O-okay,” Blaine said, nervous, and leaned back on his pillows, bending his knees and spreading his legs. Kurt leaned forward and settled himself comfortable between Blaine's legs and just looked. Blaine's pussy lips were glistening with his juices. Kurt reached out gently and took Blaine's balls in his hand, lifting to reveal his dripping wet pussy. And nestled beneath his testicles was his clitoris. Kurt reached out with two fingers and gently drew them up Blaine's slit, between his labia, he smiled as Blaine shivered.
“Blaine,” Kurt said. “If you want me to stop at any point, tell me and I will, I promise.”
“Okay,” Blaine said. “I trust you.”
Kurt slid his fingers through Blaine's slit again, collecting the slippery juices there and smiling to himself at the tiny moans Blaine was making. Kurt moved his face closer to Blaine's cock and reached out his tongue tentatively to collect the bead of precum collecting at the tip. Blaine moaned again and Kurt thought he was on the right track. He took the head of Blaine's cock into his mouth as he moved his fingers again, searching out the little nub he'd spied earlier. He rubbed his fingers over Blaine's clit, listening to Blaine moan and whimper. The noises Blaine was making were going straight to his cock which was hardening again already. The taste of Blaine's precum plus the weight of Blaine's cock in his mouth, combines with the heady, musky scent of him was stimulating all of Kurt's senses and he realized that he wanted to suck Blaine's cock forever. The sensations were intoxicating, especially when combined with the hot moisture around Kurt's fingers. As Kurt's left hand toyed with Blaine's clit, Kurt slid two fingers from his right hand into Blaine's tight, slick pussy. Blaine moaned loudly as Kurt crooked his fingers inside Blaine. Kurt sped up the fingers worrying Blaine's clit while two fingers thrust in and out of Blaine. Blaine's moaning encouraged the sucking Kurt did with his mouth, and all the whimpering and writhing Blaine was doing had Kurt's cock rock-hard.
Kurt slid a third finger into Blaine and scissored them as he swirled his tongue around the head of Blaine's cock. Kurt pressed down on Blaine's clit and Blaine screamed as he came, his pussy clenching tightly around Kurt's fingers, hot juices dripping down Kurt's hand. Kurt moved his left hand from Blaine's clit and reached up above his head to cup Blaine's breast, squeezing lightly, then rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Kurt took all Blaine's cock into his mouth, bobbing fast as he sucked, and continued to move his fingers inside of Blaine. His own cock was rock hard and leaking as he realizes he's just given Blaine a female orgasm, and was about to work him through a male one as well. Kurt couldn't help but hump the mattress as he pulled off slightly and sucked just the head of Blaine's cock. Kurt pinched Blaine's nipple lightly and it's all Blaine needed. Blaine came, with another shout, his cock twitching in Kurt's mouth. The taste of Blaine's come, along with the feel of Blaine's cock moving in his mouth was enough to bring Kurt over the edge, and humping the bed once more, Kurt came onto Blaine's bedspread.
Kurt swallowed Blaine's cum. It wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but he thought maybe he'd get used to it. It wasn't unpleasant and somehow, knowing he'd made Blaine come twice in only about two or three minutes made Kurt feel very self-satisfied. Kurt slid up along Blaine's body and pulled Blaine next to him.
“I didn't go to far, did I?” Kurt asked, worried.
“No,” Blaine said. “Are you hard again? Do you want some help?”
“No,” Kurt blushed. “You'll need to wash your bedspread, though/”
“Oh,” Blaine said blushing. “Really? Just from touching me?”
“You are so hot, Baby. I swear. I love you so much, and the noises you made were exquisite.”
“I think,” Blaine said, “That it might be nice to try this again, but not for a bit. I'm a little bit sore.”
“Did I hurt you?” Kurt asked, horrified.
“Not in a bad way. I've never had more than two of my own fingers inside before,” Blaine said. “It was new, and wonderful. I'm sure I'll get used to it, but it might take some practice.”
“I'd love to help you with that,” Kurt said, winking.
“It didn't gross you out?” Blaine asked, worried.
“No way. Seeing you like that, spread out under me, moaning like that, was the hottest thing ever.”
“I love you,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt. “Thank you for being so completely amazing.”
*end*
There is definitely a sequel in the works, but it's not smutty, it's just Blaine and Kurt hanging out at the Hudmels, and Finn finding out that Blaine's a dro.
Author: Elora
Disclaimer: I don't own this. No money is made here.
Summary: Blaine and Kurt have been dating for a while, and are ready to get intimate when Blaine reveals he's intersex. He's terrified his vagina will chase Kurt away, but Kurt realizes he doesn't mind so much.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author Notes: This was written as a fill on the kurtblainesmut commentfic meme. The prompt was “one of them is a functional hermaphrodite/3rd gender. Boyfriend gets off on fingering his boyfriend's pussy while sucking his boyfriend's cock.”
I used
mrs_sakuma's setup for androgins/3rd sex persons from her Something Like Love 'Verse and she gave me permission to do so. It works out that about a third of the population are actually androgynes, having both male and female reproductive organs, but most of the population doesn't like to acknowledge their existence, so "dro"s usually choose to identify as either male or female and pass as such. People (especially in more conservative areas) can be unusually cruel to androgins. This story also completely ignores both BIOTA and Sexy. Please ignore the pronoun game. I contemplated using zie/ze or kher but then ultimately decided that since Blaine lives as a guy, I'd use male pronouns. *
Kurt and Blaine had been dating for over a month. They held hands, they kissed, they cuddled, and Blaine often pulled Kurt down into his lap when they watched movies, but that was as far as they'd gone sexually. Kurt told Blaine he was okay with waiting, because he could tell that Blaine was holding something back, hesitating, and he didn't want to push him. Currently, Blaine looked like he was going to vibrate right out of his clothes. He was fidgety and nervous, constantly rolling his cellphone around in his hands.
“I need to tell you something,” Blaine blurted out suddenly.
“Okay,” Kurt said. “Shoot.”
“Um, well, it has to do with why I resisted falling for you for so long,” Blaine started.
“I was wondering why that was. I mean, it's clear we have great chemistry.” Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and squeezed it lightly.
“Well, you're a homosexual man,” Blaine said.
“Yes,” Kurt said, grinning. “Also, the sky is blue and birds have feathers.”
“What I mean is, you're attracted to men. And, well, I'm not a man,” Blaine confessed, looking down at the table.
“Wait, what?” Kurt asked, confused. “I've sat on your lap, Blaine, I know you're not a girl.”
“I'm an androgin,” Blaine whispered. Even though they were alone in Blaine's single dorm room, Blaine was afraid of being overheard.
“Oh,” Kurt said. “OH. Um, okay.” He sat down in Blaine's leather desk chair.
“If you want to break up with me, I understand,” Blaine said in an unusually small voice. “I just couldn't keep it a secret from you anymore.”
“It's okay,” Kurt said, “I understand why you kept it a secret. I'm a little hurt you didn't trust me sooner, but I understand.”
He took Blaine's hand in his, squeezing gently. “I'm not going to break up with you, Blaine, I just need a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Blaine said.
“I get why you didn't tell me,” Kurt said. “I mean, around here, dros are appreciated as much as gays. You are primarily attracted to men, right?”
Blaine nodded. “It's easier to pass as a gay man than to admit to being an androphilic androgin. Even protected by Dalton's zero tolerance policy it's just easier to pretend to be a boy.”
“Does the administration know?” Kurt asked curiously.
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “There's a few of us here, but I won't reveal their names, just like they won't reveal mine.”
“I don't care what's between your legs, Blaine,” Kurt said suddenly. “I love you just the way you are. I'm not attracted to girls, no, but you're not a girl. You're Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend. Drofriend?”
“Boyfriend is fine,” Blaine said blushing. “I do feel like a boy most of the time. Well, except when it's that time of the month.” He wrinkled his nose.
“That is something I don't envy you,” Kurt said. “Thank you for being honest with me, Blaine.”
Kurt stood, and slipped his hands around Blaine's waist, pulling Blaine flush against him in a hug. Blaine set his head on Kurt's shoulder, and just let Kurt hold him for a while. Kurt moved his hand to rub gentle circles on Blaine's back, and noticed, for the first time, a second layer of something under Blaine's shirt.
“You bind them, don't you?” Kurt asked, his finger toying with the edge of the bandage from under Blaine's dress shirt.
“Yes,” Blaine said. “It makes passing easier.”
“Can I see them?” Kurt asked.
“I, I don't know,” Blaine hesitated.
“If you're not ready,” Kurt said, “I understand. I'm willing to wait as long as you need. But if you want to move past kissing, I'm ready. I'll take whatever you're willing to give me.”
“I don't want to scare you off,” Blaine said.
“You won't,” Kurt promised. “If it helps, I'm rather self conscious about my own body, but I'll take my shirt off too.”
“Okay,” Blaine said. “You first though.”
Kurt slid out of his blazer and removed his tie, then started working at the buttons of his shirt. Blaine removed his tie at the same time, then undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt. Kurt removed his shirt, and then his undershirt, so that he was topless. The cool air from Blaine's open window hit Kurt's chest and his nipples hardened automatically.
“I just noticed that you don't really have an adam's apple,” Kurt observed. “It's barely there. Were you surprised when your voice changed?”
“A little. The doctor says I naturally produce more testosterone than estrogen. Not all androgins are the same, of course.” Blaine said. “My father was so proud. He always wanted a boy, and forced me into the masculine gender role. He tries to pretend the other side of me doesn't exist.”
“I'm sorry, Sweetie,” Kurt said, leaning over to kiss Blaine. Blaine was standing there in trousers and an undershirt. There was a binder around his chest over the thin cotton. Kurt, watching Blaine's face for any hint that he should stop, laid a hand over the binder, feeling the compacted flesh beneath. “You always wear so many layers, I never noticed before.”
It was true. Blaine usually wore an undershirt, binding, his dress shirt, and a sweater or sweater-vest all underneath his blazer, which he rarely took off. He wore the layers like armor, protecting his secret.
“That was kind of the idea,” Blaine blushed.
“May I?” Kurt asked, his fingers settling on the fastenings.
“Okay,” Blaine said.
Kurt undid the fastening on the binder, and slipped it off of Blaine. He folded the thing up then set it on Blaine's desk before grabbing the hem of Blaine's tank top.
“May I?” Kurt asked again, and Blaine nodded. He lifted his arms and let Kurt pull off his undershirt. Blaine stood there, topless, his unbound breasts hanging free.
“You're beautiful,” Kurt said firmly. He'd spent enough time shopping with his girlfriends that he was able to eyeball them as approximately a B-cup, maybe a little small. Blaine had no chest hair, unlike Kurt had always imagined, and large light brown areolae around tiny pink nipples. Tentatively, Kurt placed his hands over Blaine's breasts, cupping them gently. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Blaine hissed. Kurt pinched Blaine's nipples lightly and Blaine let out a soft moan.
Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's mouth in a kiss. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled his boyfriend close. Their tongues caressed one another as they kissed. Blaine lowered his hands to cup Kurt's ass through his uniform pants. Blaine blushed as he realized he could feel Kurt's erection against him. Blaine could feel himself grow hard, and also felt the wetness gathering between his legs.
“Hey,” Blaine whispered as they broke the kiss. “We can go further, if you want.”
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked. “I don't want to pressure you. And I'm a little nervous myself.”
“Part of me is terrified, that my, um, my pussy is going to send you running for the hills,” Blaine admitted, blushing bright red.
“It's part of you” Kurt said, “I'm certain it's as beautiful as the rest of you.”
“We could sit on the bed,” Blaine offered, “And see where it goes from there?”
“Okay,” Kurt agreed, and they kicked off their shoes and socks before climbing onto the bed, still in their uniform pants. They made out for a while, until Blaine got the courage to run his hand over the bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt let out a tiny moan as Blaine palmed him through his pants.
“Can I take them off?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded. Blaine undid the fastening of Kurt's trousers and slid them down, revealing a tight pair of black boxer-briefs. Looking for Kurt's nod, Blaine pulled those off as well. Blaine was greeted by the sight of Kurt's hard cock jutting out from carefully trimmed pubic hair. Tentative, Blaine wrapped his hand around it. Kurt's eyes closed at the sensation, he moaned as Blaine stroked him. Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt as he continued to stroke Kurt's cock. Blaine increased the pace as he kissed Kurt hard. It was interesting, handling a cock that wasn't his own. Kurt's penis was larger than Blaine's, but not obscenely large or anything. Blaine stroked harder, and faster, and it wasn't long before Kurt was coming hot and hard over Blaine's hand. Blaine reached for a tissue from his bedside table and cleaned up the mess.
“Can, may I return the favor?” Kurt asked when he came down from his orgasm.
“Um, okay,” Blaine said shyly, and started to unbuckle his belt. Unfortunately Dalton uniform pants weren't designed for his hips, so he had to get them slightly baggy and wear a belt. It really wasn't fair that Dalton admitted androgynes, but didn't make uniform pants for a pear-shaped body. Blaine removed his own pants so that he was wearing only his briefs. He had tried wearing boxers, but unfortunately they weren't conducive for sanitary napkins, and there were some times that Blaine just didn't want to use tampons. So briefs it was.
“Are you sure?” Blaine asked before removing his underwear. “Last chance.”
“I'm sure,” Kurt said. He reached out and gently pulled off Blaine's underwear, then flung them across the room. They were both completely naked. Kurt took in Blaine's naked form. The obvious penis seemed slightly at odds with Blaine's round breasts, but at the same time, he was beautiful. Kurt was reminded of a statue he'd seen at an art museum, of Hermaphroditus. Kurt had always thought he was beautiful, and Blaine was just as godlike. His penis and testicles were smaller than Kurt's, but not tiny. Behind them Kurt could see the hint of a slit. “Let me see you?” Kurt asked.
“O-okay,” Blaine said, nervous, and leaned back on his pillows, bending his knees and spreading his legs. Kurt leaned forward and settled himself comfortable between Blaine's legs and just looked. Blaine's pussy lips were glistening with his juices. Kurt reached out gently and took Blaine's balls in his hand, lifting to reveal his dripping wet pussy. And nestled beneath his testicles was his clitoris. Kurt reached out with two fingers and gently drew them up Blaine's slit, between his labia, he smiled as Blaine shivered.
“Blaine,” Kurt said. “If you want me to stop at any point, tell me and I will, I promise.”
“Okay,” Blaine said. “I trust you.”
Kurt slid his fingers through Blaine's slit again, collecting the slippery juices there and smiling to himself at the tiny moans Blaine was making. Kurt moved his face closer to Blaine's cock and reached out his tongue tentatively to collect the bead of precum collecting at the tip. Blaine moaned again and Kurt thought he was on the right track. He took the head of Blaine's cock into his mouth as he moved his fingers again, searching out the little nub he'd spied earlier. He rubbed his fingers over Blaine's clit, listening to Blaine moan and whimper. The noises Blaine was making were going straight to his cock which was hardening again already. The taste of Blaine's precum plus the weight of Blaine's cock in his mouth, combines with the heady, musky scent of him was stimulating all of Kurt's senses and he realized that he wanted to suck Blaine's cock forever. The sensations were intoxicating, especially when combined with the hot moisture around Kurt's fingers. As Kurt's left hand toyed with Blaine's clit, Kurt slid two fingers from his right hand into Blaine's tight, slick pussy. Blaine moaned loudly as Kurt crooked his fingers inside Blaine. Kurt sped up the fingers worrying Blaine's clit while two fingers thrust in and out of Blaine. Blaine's moaning encouraged the sucking Kurt did with his mouth, and all the whimpering and writhing Blaine was doing had Kurt's cock rock-hard.
Kurt slid a third finger into Blaine and scissored them as he swirled his tongue around the head of Blaine's cock. Kurt pressed down on Blaine's clit and Blaine screamed as he came, his pussy clenching tightly around Kurt's fingers, hot juices dripping down Kurt's hand. Kurt moved his left hand from Blaine's clit and reached up above his head to cup Blaine's breast, squeezing lightly, then rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Kurt took all Blaine's cock into his mouth, bobbing fast as he sucked, and continued to move his fingers inside of Blaine. His own cock was rock hard and leaking as he realizes he's just given Blaine a female orgasm, and was about to work him through a male one as well. Kurt couldn't help but hump the mattress as he pulled off slightly and sucked just the head of Blaine's cock. Kurt pinched Blaine's nipple lightly and it's all Blaine needed. Blaine came, with another shout, his cock twitching in Kurt's mouth. The taste of Blaine's come, along with the feel of Blaine's cock moving in his mouth was enough to bring Kurt over the edge, and humping the bed once more, Kurt came onto Blaine's bedspread.
Kurt swallowed Blaine's cum. It wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but he thought maybe he'd get used to it. It wasn't unpleasant and somehow, knowing he'd made Blaine come twice in only about two or three minutes made Kurt feel very self-satisfied. Kurt slid up along Blaine's body and pulled Blaine next to him.
“I didn't go to far, did I?” Kurt asked, worried.
“No,” Blaine said. “Are you hard again? Do you want some help?”
“No,” Kurt blushed. “You'll need to wash your bedspread, though/”
“Oh,” Blaine said blushing. “Really? Just from touching me?”
“You are so hot, Baby. I swear. I love you so much, and the noises you made were exquisite.”
“I think,” Blaine said, “That it might be nice to try this again, but not for a bit. I'm a little bit sore.”
“Did I hurt you?” Kurt asked, horrified.
“Not in a bad way. I've never had more than two of my own fingers inside before,” Blaine said. “It was new, and wonderful. I'm sure I'll get used to it, but it might take some practice.”
“I'd love to help you with that,” Kurt said, winking.
“It didn't gross you out?” Blaine asked, worried.
“No way. Seeing you like that, spread out under me, moaning like that, was the hottest thing ever.”
“I love you,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt. “Thank you for being so completely amazing.”
*end*
There is definitely a sequel in the works, but it's not smutty, it's just Blaine and Kurt hanging out at the Hudmels, and Finn finding out that Blaine's a dro.
