A/N: This is how much I love you guys. I really do. I honestly had no intention to write more for this and then this happened. I think I'm suffering from some sort of post-partum depression after I posted the last "Canvas" chapter so I decided to write some steaminess as therapy. I have so much going on in my life right now but know that once all this stuff gets a bit more manageable, I'll start writing more regularly, which means I can finish the last chapter of "Frequent Flyer", write the next part of "Until the Curtain Falls", and finally get started on the "Canvas" sequel.

I felt so bad for not writing anything and I know a lot of people wanted another chapter to this so here you go. I love you all soooo much, more than I can say, so I really hope you like this. BACIONI! (Kisses!)

"Aspetta! Wait!"

Kurt was halfway down the block from the club, his face still flushed and sweating, his body buzzing from the sizzling tango and kiss he just shared with that gorgeous stranger. He was stumbling slightly from the wine still coursing through his veins and was oblivious to the voice calling after him as well as the heavy footfalls of someone running towards him.

He was walking aimlessly with nowhere to go; he refused to return to his apartment where he'd have to face his now ex-boyfriend though the urge to smack him across the face again was overwhelming. But he couldn't deny that there was a burning passion in him that made him feel reckless and want to do something crazy.

His brain instantly went to the sexy man at the club and the way it felt to have his hands on him as they grinded and spun on the dance floor and the feeling of his tongue plunging into his mouth aggressively. Something about him made him angry, which served to intensify the lust that electrified his body each time he looked into those fire-filled eyes; a lust that was urging him to turn back, find him, and succumb to him completely.

Kurt was never one to be controlled and though it could've very well been due to the hypnotizing combination of smoke and alcohol, he still didn't know why he felt so drawn to the stranger. Making up his not-so-sober mind, he turned to head back to the bar to find the man with the fire in his eyes, when he nearly crashed into someone standing behind him. He reached out for anything he could grab to hold his balance and felt two strong hands grip his arms before setting him on his feet. Looking up, his eyes focused on the man from the bar, whose golden-hazel eyes glittered under the starry Argentine sky.

"It's you," Kurt whispered, taking a step back from him, despite that the man still had a grip on his arms. He shivered under his gaze, his body heating up just as it did when he first noticed the stranger's eyes staring at him from across the bar.

"Why did you leave?" the stranger asked suddenly, his tone unreadable. He took a step towards Kurt, who this time, did not step away but stood his ground, unsure of what the stranger was going to do. Sliding his hands up Kurt's arms to his shoulders, the man leaned forward and closed the gap between their mouths, kissing him with shocking tenderness. It was as though their mouths were pleading with each other to never part again. Kurt whimpered into the embrace, pushing back against the stranger for more contact, their chests flush together. The man's hands slid down his torso to clutch as his waist firmly, as though afraid he would walk way again. But Kurt had no intention of walking away.

The man pulled back and stared into Kurt's eyes, his heavy breath ghosting over his face. Kurt blinked.

"Do you live close?" Kurt asked breathlessly. The man raised his triangular eyebrows and smiled softly before nodding. Grabbing Kurt's hand, he led him to the end of the block and turned left, towards the quiet rushing of the ocean. It was well past 2 AM, and the city was relatively silent as the men continued to the stranger's home. The sharp but pleasant scent of the ocean's spray intensified as they arrived at the beach, their feet stumbling in the sand.

After a brief five-minute walk, they arrived in front of a small but beautiful beachside cottage, with a wide, spacious patio that opened onto the sand. It was separate from the other houses along the water, like an isolated corner of the stranger's personal paradise and Kurt could not help but gasp at the beauty of it. He turned to see the stranger smiling at him and he bowed his head shyly, earning a chuckle from him. With a small tug of his hand, he followed the man into the quiet house, smiling softly as he gestured for Kurt step in before him.

Kurt heard the door close quietly behind him and he was strangely excited to see the inside of the home when he suddenly felt hands close around his waist and pull him heavily against the door. Without giving Kurt so much time as to even catch his breath at the sudden movement, the man's mouth was on his, this time more ravenous and passionate. The stranger moved his hands to Kurt's arms, lifting them to pin above his head as he continued devouring his mouth, his tongue lapping against every corner of the inside of his mouth. He was moaning loudly and Kurt could not help the tantalizing shiver of arousal that stole over his body, his fingers clenching and unclenching from the grip the man had on his wrists.

Without releasing Kurt's mouth, the man removed his hands and stripped off his suit jacket, letting it fall unceremoniously on the ground. He tugged forcefully at the knot of his rich crimson silk tie and allowed his fingers to slip down Kurt's front as he all but ripped the buttons open in his frenetic need to get Kurt naked as quickly as possible. Kurt groaned into the man's mouth, his fingers working to untuck the stranger's shirt from his trousers and unlatch his belt. The man pulled back slightly and smiled devilishly as he took a fistful of Kurt's shirt and led him down a polished hardwood hallway, kicking off his shoes and stripping off Kurt's shirt as they pulled and tugged each other down the hall. By the time they reached the master bedroom, there was a trail of discarded clothes leading from the front door, and Kurt was reduced to nothing but his boxer-briefs while the man's open shirt barely draped over his shoulders, revealing a beautifully toned torso covered in a light dusting of dark hair.

Kurt felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and grunted as the man pushed him into the fluffy duvet, placing a leg on each side of his waist, straddling him. The stranger looked positively debauched, his eyes black and his curls partially unstuck from their gel. With a naughty glint of his eye, Kurt clamped his hand around his tie and pulled him harshly down to kiss him while simultaneously grinding his hips upwards to rub against the stranger's groin. He hissed into Kurt's mouth.

The room grew increasingly hotter and humid as the men rutted against each other, their teeth clashing and biting at every inch of skin as the rest of their clothing was removed. The stranger made to pull the tie over his head but Kurt stopped him with a lascivious smirk and shook his head.

"Leave it on," he ordered, his voice deep with lust.

The stranger's eyes glinted wickedly as he dropped his hands and started lapping at Kurt's slightly sweat-damp skin, his teeth grazing along the sharp curve of his jaw before descending down his neck to his collarbone, where he sucked a harsh bruise into the pearl white skin. Kurt trembled under his touch, his back arching off the downy comforter as the man's mouth continued its journey down his body, stopping to place biting kisses at his nipples, forcing a loud, keening mewl to escape Kurt's lips. He moved to pay the other the same attention before licking a trail down the center of his abdomen, the silk of his tie just barely brushing against Kurt's unbearably hard erection.

"Do it," Kurt breathed, propping himself on his elbows so he could watch the curly-haired man devour him. It was by far the sexiest and most erotic image Kurt had ever seen.

The man's breath ghosted over his cock and Kurt bucked his hips upward in his desperation to feel his hand, his mouth, anything, to relieve the tension in his groin. The man pressed his large hands into Kurt's slender hips, pushing him back into the mattress and looked up at him with an evilly attractive smile.

"I should make you suffer for walking out on me before," the man growled, the hint of an accent just noticeable. He chuckled when Kurt let out a strangled, desperate moan.

"Suck me off, please," Kurt begged, his arms quivering with the effort of holding himself up. The man smiled.

"If you insist," he whispered, though the last word was lost as he sunk his mouth around Kurt's cock, his tongue lapping along the underside as he descended lower. Kurt gave into the tension in his arms and collapsed back into the pillows, allowing the feeling of the man's mouth on him to engulf every sense. Unable to stop himself, he fisted a hand into the man's curls, pushing him further onto his cock. The man didn't seem to mind as he groaned around him, which caused sinful vibrations to steal down Kurt's cock and up through every limb of his body.

He glanced down and noticed that the man was watching him as he sucked him off, his dark honey eyes boring into his icy blue ones, as though testing his restraint. How much longer could Kurt last? The stranger began to slowly lift his head, letting his lips slip inch by inch up Kurt's cock, before swirling his tongue at the head and dipping his tongue into the slit. Kurt was very nearly coming undone.

"S-stop," Kurt moaned, pulling the man off him by his hair. The man glanced up and stared at him questioningly. In a flurry of movement, Kurt took hold of his tie and brought his mouth to the stranger's, noting that he tasted slightly different. He groaned when he realized that he was tasting himself.

"Fuck me," Kurt moaned, the need to feel the man inside him overwhelming every thought. This went beyond wanting to get over his boyfriend; he needed this more than anything. And for a brief moment, he was struck with the realization that most of his desperation had to do with the stunningly beautiful curly-haired man panting above him.

The man lifted himself slightly and dug his hand into the bedside table, pulling out a small bottle and a condom, wasting no time in flipping open the cap and slicking his fingers thoroughly before running a finger along the crevice of Kurt's ass. Kurt shivered at the touch and nearly screamed when he felt a cool, wet finger slip inside him, the slight burn delicious.

The stranger moved slowly, not wanting to cause Kurt harm, though he was fighting with every cell in his body to keep from thrusting his cock inside him, prepared or not. Once his index finger was fully sheathed inside Kurt's tight heat, he bent it slightly, almost immediately finding that bud that could make a man unravel at the slightest touch. He chuckled to himself when Kurt let out a high-pitched mewl at the sensation and began begging for more. Gingerly, he in pushed another digit and began stretching and prepping him for his cock, Kurt bucking up into his fingers with each movement. He slipped in a third finger bending to place gentle kiss at the tip of Kurt's cock and Kurt wailed, his arousal reaching its peak. He wouldn't last long.

"That's…I'm ready…just…please!"

The man smirked and tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, gasping as he slipped it over his far-too-neglected cock. He leaned over Kurt, his eyes traveling up his body to his face, that was flushed red with arousal. He was beautiful.

Kurt's head was thrown back in the hot anticipation of having the man's cock inside him but looked up when he couldn't feel his touch anymore. Their eyes caught and Kurt noticed that the man's eyes were suddenly the clearest hazel-green he'd seen them. No angry red, no devilish currant black. He continued to stare and gasped when the man began pressing into him slowly, filling him up inch-by-inch, letting him adjust. Kurt threw his head back and moaned loudly, his legs clamping around the man's waist, pushing him deeper.

"M-move," Kurt whimpered, and the stranger obliged him, rocking his hips back and forth a bit, making the burn melt into nothing but blinding pleasure. Kurt's fingers curled into the sheets, his nails threatening to poke holes into the rich fabric but he was gradually losing himself completely in the sensations the man was causing to course through hid body.

The man picked up his pace a little, grunting and breathing heavily, as he continued to push deeper and deeper into Kurt. Sliding his hand down Kurt's thigh, he grabbed his leg under the knee and placed it on his shoulder, and Kurt screamed at the sensations caused from the new angle. With each thrust, Kurt felt as though his whole body was fit to explode and he could feel the hot coil in his stomach tightening. Reaching up, he grabbed at the man's tie again and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, arching his back into his chest.

"I'm so close," Kurt moaned into the man's mouth, sucking in his breath as the stranger gasped, his thrusts now erratic and frantic. The man nodded against Kurt's forehead, his curls tickling him, and with a sharp thrust of his hips and an echoing groan, Kurt felt him fill him up as he came harshly. The man's body shivered and his hips continued thrusting in short, shallow movements but that was enough for the coil in Kurt's stomach to burst and he came with shocking force, spilling between their bodies. He dug his fingers into the man's hair, his back arching as each wave of pleasure washed over him. He fell back on the sheets harshly, the man collapsing his weight on top of him, his head pressed against Kurt's damp and heaving chest.

They lay there for a few moments, the room silent save for the gasping of their breaths and the faint rush and ebb of the ocean. Kurt's fingers twitched in the man's hair and he looked down at him, his mind clear of anything that wasn't him. He had never felt so good in his life. The man turned his head and glanced up at Kurt, his mouth turning up in a sleepy smile. Kurt returned the expression. Good lord, this man really was quite beautiful.

"What's your name?" Kurt asked suddenly, his face blushing. The man chuckled.

"Blaine," the man purred, his voice still slightly husky.

"I'm Kurt," he whispered, slightly embarrassed that they were introducing themselves now.

"What are you doing tomorrow night, Kurt?"

Kurt stared at Blaine questioningly and smiled softly.

"Well, I was in the mood to go dancing," he said, raising his eyebrow suggestively. Blaine laughed.

"That can be arranged," he said before allowing Kurt to pull his face down and press their lips together again.

A short P.S.: So I started posting recordings of some covers I've done on my tumblr. I've always been really shy about my singing and recently, I've met a few people who have encouraged me to put myself out there. Singing means the world to me and I'd be honored if you checked them out. Or just stopped by to say hello. I love meeting people. :) It's just my username on here. Hope to hear from you!