Kurt swallowed, of course, considering after years, Blaine tasted like candy. It was delicious. But Kurt really didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to keep sucking, keep Blaine in his mouth, never stop. But Blaine pulled him off, and he whined embarrassingly and licked his lips, before Blaine was kissing him, and yeah it was sweet, but Kurt pulled him in for another, pushing their tongues together so Blaine could taste himself along with Kurts taste. He let his hands fall back down to tuck Blaine back in while they kissed, and when he was done, he pulled away, smiling and wiping his mouth of saliva. “Damn. Sucked you off twice in a couple hours. You’re spoiling me, Blaine Anderson. I’m going to start expecting this more often.”
Blaine chuckled and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Kurt, you sucking my cock comes with the same principles as me fucking you. Honestly, if you want it, it’s yours… whenever, wherever,” he said, before pressing another kiss to Kurt’s lips and getting out of the car. They walked into the house, hand in hand, smiling upon seeing Burt and Carole at the table, raising a brow at them. Burt asked them where they went and Kurt said something about rediscovering their faith, to which Blaine giggled and the conversation was dropped. They spent the rest of the day curled up on a blanket in the back yard, only doing anything sexual when Burt and Carole left to go to the store.
Kurt sighed as Blaine put him away, and kissed him back, moaning softly at the taste of himself. He could tell how close Blaine was, could see all the signs he knew too well. He could feel it as if his own stomach was tightening and ready to explode. “You’re turn.” He said softly against Blaine’s lips, before nipping at his jaw and neck, skipping his clothed torso and opening up his jeans, not wasting time to tease as he deep-throated him, swallowing and moaning around Blaine, pushing his tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking as hard as he could, bobbing his head up and down. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he closed them, his cock desperately trying to get hard again, but to no avail considering he’d come twice in the past half an hour.
Blaine gasped when Kurt swallowed him, his hand immediately flying to Kurt’s hair and tugging at it. He thrust up slightly into Kurt’s mouth a couple of times, before groaning loudly and coming down his throat. Blaine’s entire body shook as his orgasm rocked through him, and he pressed his head back into the headrest. When he came down, he collapsed fully against the seat, sighing happily. “Fuck… fuck yes… You’re so amazing, Kurt…” Blaine whimpered, pulling Kurt’s head up, because he really sensitive, and pulling him into a soft kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.
Kurt was getting closer and closer, willing his eyes to stay open, breathy moans tumbling out of his open mouth. But there was something blocking him, and as if reading his body faster than Kurt did, Blaine pushed his fingers against Kurt’s hole, just teasing him, but the over sensitivity being teased was enough to throw Kurt over the edge and throw his head back against the headrest as he gasped for air and moaned, spilling himself into Blaine’s ever accepting mouth, hands gripping Blaine’s hair hard enough to leave his knuckles white as pleasure ripped through him and he fought really hard to keep his damn eyes open. When he came down, he was panting and dizzy, but on his own street now, so he finally felt safe enough to drive slow so they could get the car in park soon. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
Blaine moaned and swallowed everything Kurt gave him, sucking down his cum as if it was some rare, delicious treat. He also continued to thrust against the seat. When he felt Kurt’s cock soften in his mouth, Blaine pulled off with a pop and smiled up at his fiance dreamily, licking his swollen lips. “You taste so fucking good, Kurt,” Blaine muttered, waiting until Kurt finally parked the car before pulling him into a deep kiss, pushing some of his cum into Kurt’s mouth, allowing Kurt to taste himself. Blaine moaned against Kurt’s lips. “I love road head…” he whispered, putting Kurt back into his jeans.
Kurt couldn’t take it anymore, taking his right hand off the wheel and twining it into Blaine’s curls. When Blaine pulled off he pushed up, trying to get more of that heat, the cold of the car making his whole frame shake for a second. Kurt glanced down and a moan ripped out of his throat at the sight of Blaine with those swollen lips and darkened eyes. He forced himself to look back at the road, almost home and already so close. He tugged on Blaine’s hair, pulling him up and down harder, and as suction increased, he felt the familiar tug on his lower stomach, aching to release. “Come on… make me come… you need it… you live for it… swallowing everything I give you… come on, baby… make me… make me before we die in a car crash because of that brilliant fucking mouth…”
Blaine grinned and sucked harder on Kurt. He rutted against the passenger’s side seat, needing friction, but no where near as much as he needed Kurt to come. Blaine bobbed his head up and down as fast as he could, taking as much of Kurt into his throat as he could, relaxing his throat so that he could swallow every inch. Blaine squeezed his balls and then dipped his hand further down into Kurt’s jeans, pressing a two fingers against Kurt’s hole gently, just enough to push Kurt, hopefully, over the edge.
Kurt noticed the second Blaine started to move his hand up where this was going, and fuck, why had he suggested it? He bucked up into the hand helplessly when it was surrounding his hardening cock, due to Blaine’s touches and the mental image of Blaine bobbing his head and sucking and just needing him to come, needing him to fill his mouth with it. And then his fantasy wasn’t a fantasy anymore, and Blaine was sucking him into his mouth and he was really glad he was able to multitask because Blaine’s hot mouth was amazing and he really didn’t want to kill them. “ah… so good… Mm… suck my cock to get the prize, baby… you’re such a perfect cumslut…” He said, his voice hoarse, his hips twitching up as he tried to keep both hands on the wheel instead of letting on delve into that gorgeous head of hair.
Blaine’s cock twitched in his jeans when Kurt called him a cumslut. He hummed around Kurt’s cock happily, sucking hard and bobbing his head up and down on Kurt’s cock fast. Kurt tasted so good in his mouth and god, it was always so sexy to do things like this when it was risky. Blaine pulled off for a moment, looking up at his fiance. “You’re so delicious,” he breathed, before sliding his swollen lips back around Kurt. He moved his hand to massage Kurt’s balls as he started bobbing his head again.
Kurt smiled affectionately and put the car in gear. “Mm. I’m not scared of us. I’m scared sometimes at the amount of love I have for you. I don’t understand it half the time, it’s just so much. But it grows everyday, and I feel it inside of me, and it thrills me, but it scares the living hell out of me. And I love that. I don’t need to understand anything but the fact that I love you.” He said, resting his hand on top of Blaines, just to hold it, as he drove one handed back to the house.
Blaine let Kurt hold his hand as he drove, but then his hand started sliding up Kurt’s thigh. “So… were you serious about the road head thing, because….” Blaine mused, before pressing his palm into Kurt’s crotch, grinning as he felt Kurt getting hard. “Mmm, I think that answers the question.” Blaine leaned over and unzipped Kurt’s jeans, pulling them open and pulling Kurt’s cock out. He unbuttoned his seatbelt and then leaned down fully to take Kurt’s cock and slide his tongue along the underside to the tip, before swallowing him slowly.
Kurt smiled as they left the church, looking up at the sky and smirking to himself, leaning in close to Blaine and sighing, happier than ever. He got into the car and turned it on, just top put the air conditioner on. “And you have. You tell me constantly during sex. As I tell you in my incoherent babbles. I love you too. Very very much.” Kurt leaned over and cupped Blaine’s face, pulling him in for a tender kiss. “I love you too. An amazing, scary, perfect amount.”
Blaine kissed back, squeezing Kurt’s thigh gently. “Mmm… I find nothing scary about the amount we love each other, Kurt. We wouldn’t belong together if there was even the slightest doubt for either of us,” Blaine whispered, moving his hand up to stroke Kurt’s cheek gently. “Now, let’s go home before the family gets too suspicious about why we just randomly disappeared so early in the morning.”
Kurt winked at Blaine and then whimpered loudly when Blaine pulled out, considering the sensitivity of his hole. Damn, that was going to hurt later. He got his stuff and started getting re dressed, giving Blaine a look. “How about instead of it being fiction, we could just write it when we’re old and talk of all of our sexual adventures to inspire young people and be good influences!” He suggested, grinning like a fool as he got into his more comfortable pair of jeans instead of the skinny jeans he usually wore.
Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt quickly. “The sounds wonderful, love,” he said, before taking Kurt’s hand and pulling him towards the entrance of the church. They walked out safely and Blaine chuckled. “Ha, we defied religion and came out alive! Take that devout Christians!” he said, pumping his fist in the air and pulling Kurt over to the car. Blaine got in the passengers side while Kurt got in. His hand immediately went to Kurt’s thigh, rubbing it gently. “Have I mentioned how much I love you today?”
Kurt smiled when Blaine kissed him, whispering back the word husbands, with a little giggle. Then he laughed, his head falling back, amusement clear in every feature. “Considering my lack of belief in God, I would say no, a giant hand is not going to come down and throw lightning bolts at us the like of which would happen in Spamalot.” He said, running his thumb over Blaine’s cheek. “However, I’m going to strike you down myself if I have a bad back for the next week because of this pew. I think it’s time to go before we can’t fuck for a week. Karma is just unnecessary here.”
Blaine chuckled and got up, pulling out of Kurt gently, whimpering at the loss of heat. He sat up and grabbed for his clothes, handing Kurt’s to him. Blaine smiled and started dressing. “One day, we should write a book about all the places we’ve had sex. Of course, it will have to be under the pretense of being fiction, because I just don’t want to get in trouble for all of this, but still… That would be a really awesome book,” he said with a laugh.
Kurt giggled and ran his fingers over Blaine’s back, just holding him and caressing his perfect warm skin. “Mm. You ramble when you talk about me, my body parts, or my bodily fluids. One special one to be exact. And no, I’m pretty sure it wont clog you up. That’s what cholesterol does. In fact, semen is really good for your skin, apparently. I mean, you suck cock because of the after, I suck it for the during, I just get the after anyways, which I do enjoy, just not as much as the action itself. Just like you enjoy the action, just not as much as what you get when you succeed in the after. Now I’m rambling. I hate you. You bring out the rambling in me.” He chuckled softly, running a hand through Blaine’s sweaty curls as the other ghosted touches over Blaine’s spine.
Blaine shivered lightly and buried his face in Kurt’s neck. “I love you, too…” he whispered, pressing his lips against Kurt’s skin gently. “You’re my world and I can’t wait until I get to call you my husband,” he added, before moving his head so he could kiss Kurt slowly. He pulled back after a moment, blushing and smiling, pressing his forehead against Kurt’s and just staring at him lovingly. “So… do you really think we’re gonna get struck down by God the minute we walk out of here?” he asked with a laugh.