A/N: Everyone reading this right now should feel sorry for my roommate, who has had to listen to me bitch about not being able to make this good for... since I published Disturbia. Yeah, that's right. My roommate knew I was writing porn across the room from her. Just cause she was reading over my shoulder when I wasn't paying attention though. She helped with this, a little, but this still might suck. I've never written smut before, and I don't really read it, unless it's part of a longer story. So... we'll see how this goes. Be nice please.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine's lips, letting out a slight whimper as Blaine just slid them down to his neck and started sucking, clearly intending to leave a mark. "Fuck me," he gasped. Blaine pulled away and met his eyes before kissing him passionately, and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.

"Turn around and brace your hands on the wall," Blaine suggested, lubing up three fingers with the shampoo. "Relax, baby," Blaine soothed the tense boy and he rubbed one of his fingers at his entrance, penetrating slightly. Kurt let out a hot-as-hell noise that was a love child of a moan and a whimper, rocking back down on his finger.

"F-feels a little weird," Kurt admitted, "but not bad." Blaine was no more experienced at this than he was. He had... done this himself, but Blaine's thicker, guitar-calloused fingers were driving him crazy. With more shampoo (Kurt had the fleeting and totally inappropriate thought that his ass would now smell like lilacs) Blaine slid in a second finger, and a moan tore from Kurt's throat unbidden.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight." Kurt's hole was so tight around his fingers, throbbing and warm, he couldn't imagine what it would feel like around his cock. He fucked Kurt slowly with the two fingers, teasing him. Kurt groaned lower than he expected (because he's imagined this... sometimes), and was making little 'ah ah' noises, like he couldn't help it.

Blaine crooked his fingers and searched around until he found...

Kurt almost feel to his knees the pleasure was so intense. A high wail of "Blaine!" came from his throat as Blaine rubbed against the little nub, over and over. Blaine added another finger, and Kurt hissed a little, because that burned, slightly.

"You okay, baby?" Kurt was so ridiculously tight.

"Yeah. O-oh God, right t-there," Kurt choked out as Blaine brushed his prostate again, the pleasure overriding the burn. He was an atheist, but all thought of this apparently went out the window when he was turned on. "P-Please, I'm ready." Kurt whimpered slightly at the loss of Blaine's fingers.

Kurt tensed immediately at the blunt pressure against his entrance. "It's okay baby." Blaine slid slowly in. "Ah-" Kurt let out a noise of discomfort, and Blaine stills, letting him adjust. Kurt gasps in pain as he pushes further in.

"You okay?' Blaine asks softly, and when Kurt nods he slides further in, bottoming out. Both boy are gasp. Kurt was unbelievably tight.

"O-oh God, Blaine," his ass burned a little, but Kurt felt too unbelievably full to care. Blaine experimentally slides out and pushes back in. On the second thrust, Blaine finds his prostate.

"Holy hell!" Kurt arched with a moan. Pleasure shot through his entire body, from his forehead to his toes. Kurt's hips pushed back, and Blaine was grazing his prostate on every thrust.

"Oh, God, holy, so good, Blaine! S-so amazing, oh, fuck, right there!" Words spilled from Kurt's mouth endlessly, interspersed by moans and whimpers. Kurt came with a high wail that was almost a scream, and his walls clamped down on Blaine, milking his orgasm straight from him. "God, Kurt!" Blaine groaned.

They both started coming down, and Blaine pulled out of him. Kurt turned around and smiled, running a hand down the chest of the beautiful boy he had just lost his virginity to. "That was amazing," he said, raising his head to meet Blaine's eyes, which were wide and panicked.

"Kurt, I do love you. I am so sorry for what I did, and I know I'll never make it up to you, but I'm happy to spend the rest of my life trying." Kurt looked shocked. "I love you, Kurt Hummel, and I am so, so sorry." Blaine stepped forward and kissed him, trying to prove to him the love he felt.

"I... I love you, too, Blaine Anderson." Kurt sounded awed, then he smiled. "But you have a lot more wooing to do before you ever get a piece of this."

Blaine laughed softly. "You've been spending too much time with Santana." He pulled his boyfriend onto his bed.

"What are-" Blaine cut Kurt off with his lips.

"Step one of making this up to you." Blaine aligned his body over his boyfriend's, kissing him passionately, and smiling at the whimpers torn from his throat.

"Which would be?" Blaine ignored Kurt's question, and began sucking a dark hickey into his neck.

"G-god, that feels good," Kurt arched up against his body. He'd always thought hickey's were tacky, but now he understood why girls let guys mark them. Blaine slid his lips downward to suck over the hickey he had made earlier, sliding his hands up the sides of Kurt's shirt, then detaching his lips to slip it off.

Kurt was solid planes of lean, porcelain muscle. "God, you're gorgeous," Blaine said lustfully, before leaning down to nip at Kurt's chest. He kept thinking through all that had happened today, and all the things he had said he wanted to do to Kurt, and now he could.

He pressed hard kisses to Kurt's chest and stomach, tracing the smooth lines of his abs with his tongue, making the countertenor groan. Licking his way back up Kurt's skin (and the boy tasted amazing, the combination of all the bath salts and shampoo's he used) he teased at around his nipple's, making him beg.

"Blaine, please, G-god, please, right there." Kurt whimpered, and Blaine could never say 'no' to a begging Kurt. The high keen Kurt let out at Blaine closed his mouth over his left nipple had to be categorized as the hottest noise ever made. Blaine sucked and nibbled at the nub, pulling moans and whimpers from Kurt's throat, before sliding his lips back down Kurt's chest, stopping directly above the waistband of his jeans.

"Can I?" He asked the wrecked boy, who nodded. Peeling down Kurt's pants and underwear in one smooth movement, Blaine took the time to look at the boy beneath him, making said boy squirm uncomfortable, possibly from nerves.

"God, I'm so stupid. You're so beautiful." That made Kurt smile. "Uh, I've never given anyone a blow job before," Blaine admitted shyly.

"I've never gotten one before." Kurt had no expectations.

Blaine sucked the head of Kurt's dick into his mouth, tearing a moan from the countertenor's throat. Moving slowly and noting everything that made Kurt particularly loud, Blaine treated it like an experiment.

"Oh, G-God, Blaine," Kurt moaned, canting his restricted hips up and arching his back as Blaine did something amazing with his tongue. "Fuck, do that again." Blaine did. "I, uh, fuck, right there, I-I'm not going to last very long," Kurt stuttered out the sentence. Blaine experimentally sucked almost all of his cock into his mouth, and Kurt shot. "Fuck, God, Blaine!" he cried out.

It didn't taste horrible, but it certainly wasn't worth the calories Kurt had informed him it contained. "So, not too bad?" he asked, joking for the most part.

"God, no. I can, um... return the favor, if you want," Kurt blushed heavily.

"No, tonight's about you," Blaine said firmly. "Just go to sleep, I know you want to." Kurt's lids were drooping.

"'Kay. I love you," Kurt said sleepily. Blaine just smiled and wrapped himself around his almost-sleeping boyfriend.

"I love you too."

A/N: I think this sucks. That's my personal opinion. If you would like to hit the 'Review' button, and offer your personal opinion, that would be awesome. If you think this sucks, tell me why, or offer tips. If you think it's good, you need to visit your local hospital, but first you should tell me what you liked. Constructive criticism, people. That's the only way I'm going to get better at writing porn.