Klaine threesome
Klaine + Elliot
When Kurt turns to look at Blaine, he’s surprised at how disheveled he looks already - his lips kiss-bitten red, and the skin of his jaw tender from where it was rubbing against Elliott’s stubble. “I was just getting Kurt warmed up,” Elliott says, hands squeezing around Kurt ’s round ass. Blaine climbs onto the bed and knees up behind Kurt, hooking his chin over his shoulder. “Hey, baby.” “Hi,” kurt breathes out, leaning into the touch of Blaine’s body firm against his own. Elliott’s hands are resting on his thighs at the same time and he feels… warm, being taken care of by two gorgeous guys who just want to make him happy. “You two are so goddamn pretty together,” Elliott says, breaking the comfortable silence. Blaine kisses Kurt’s shoulder softly and hums in agreement. “Well, today is all about Kurt. What do you want, sweetheart?” “Could you stretch me, since you’re going to…?” Kurt trails off but Blaine understands, hair tickling the back of Kurt’s neck as he nods. Kurt looks up at Elliott, eyes shining as he bites his lip hesitantly. “And I wanted to, um, blow you as he’s doing that.” “I’m definitely not going to pass up a blowjob, especially when it’s from someone as cute as you,” Elliott teases, leaning forward to kiss kurt again, one hand on his jaw keeping him steady and grounded. “Hands and knees, Baby,” Blaine says, lightly tapping him on the ass as he gets into position. He’s fully on display like this, cheeks high and parted just enough to show a teasing glimpse of his hole in between. Blaine makes quick work of slicking up two fingers and rubbing them teasingly against his entrance. Kurt has half of Elliott’s cock in his mouth when Blaine pushes his fingers in, causing him to whine around it. “You’re taking my fingers so well,” Blaine says, adding a third one and seeing the way Kurt’s hole just sucks them in. “So eager to be filled up, aren’t you?” “Yes, fuck,” Kurt moans, hand moving fast on Elliott’s spit-slick cock. “In my ass and in my pussy.” Blaine reaches under with his left hand and brushes his fingers over Kurt’s pussy, his hole leaking with wetness and clit swollen stiff. Blaine draws his fingers out with a firm slap on Kurt’s ass. “Greedy boy.” - Kurt shifts forward and straddles Elliott’s lap again, holding his cock steady as he rubs it against his pussy, slicking it up even further. Elliott’s arms hug his sides as he sinks down, Kurt’s hips grinding lazily once he’s filled. “You’re so big, feel so good, oh,” Kurt whimpers, lifting up before dropping back down and starting up a rhythm. “God, you’ve got a tight little cunt,” Elliott groans out, thumbing lightly over kurt’s clit. That seems to snap Kurt out of it, slowing down and twisting his body around. “Blaine, I want more—” “Shhh, I got you, baby. Lean forward,” Blaine says, palm smoothing over Kurt ’s back as he pulls his cheeks apart. Elliott holds Kurt in his arms, close enough that they’re chest-to-chest and Kurt can feel their heartbeats together. blaine bites back a groan when he looks down. At this angle, he can clearly see the stretch of Kurt’s hole around Elliott’s cock, and for a second he imagines pushing in as well, alongside Elliott and stretching Kurt even wider. “Blaine, please,” Kurt whines, arching his hips up. Blaine guides his cock to Kurt’s asshole, pressing in and watching the slack muscle give way and stretch to take him in. Kurt is whimpering in Elliott’s arms, head tucked against his chest. “Almost there, you’re so good, taking us both in your slutty holes,” Blaine says, pushing in the last inch or two until he’s buried inside. He fucks in a few times, feeling the clench of tight, damp heat. “Hey, you okay?” Elliott asks softly, petting over the nape of Kurt’s neck. He feels Kurt inhale deeply before looking up and nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Just-fuck me.” Blaine holds Kurt’s hips tight as he starts slow, finding a way to move in time with Elliott’s upward thrusts. “Fuck, your ass is tight,” blaine pants out, fucking in roughly. “Your pussy’s so sweet, so wet for me,” Elliott moans, working his hips faster alongside Blaine’s. Their actions are jolting Kurt’s body, shaking him even as he holds onto the headboard, crying out for more and harder and fuck, I need it harder. Elliott’s cock is hitting just the right spot inside him, and Blaine’s cock is doing the same, massaging his G-spot through the thin wall of skin that separates the two. He feels alive, electric like this, trying to fuck himself down on their cocks because he needs, he wants more. Elliott manages to find just the right angle that makes Kurt yell, two notches away from a scream as he comes, clit untouched as he squirts all over Elliott’s cock. He pulls out as Kurt gushes, soaking the bedsheets and his skin. “Yes, that’s it, you’re such a filthy boy, coming on me,” Elliott growls out, fingers finding Kurt’s clit and rubbing furiously as blaine steadily pounds into Kurt’s ass, still working him over. “Fuck, oh god, oh—I’m—” It’s Blaine’s voice that does it, a rasped out Show him, Kurt, show him how messy your cunt is that pushes him over the edge. He comes once more, drenching Elliott’s thighs with his juices before essentially collapsing forward onto Elliott’s chest. - They manage to roll Kurt over onto his back with his legs spread wide, ass hanging off the side of the bed. Blaine kneels on either side of his body as Elliott stands, crouched over Kurt’s body. “Kurt has a nice ass.” Elliott smirks, palming over his cheeks. “Maybe I should fuck him again after this.” “Kurt would enjoy that, just getting filled and used,” Blaine replies as he sinks into Kurt’s pussy. “God, yes.” Elliott holds onto his cock as he pushes into Kurt’s ass, the little hole stretching to give away. It goes on like this, Blaine and Elliott trading suggestive banter as they fuck Kurt, who’s still out cold on the mattress. Kurt finally wakes up right after they’re gotten themselves situated, both of their cocks stuffed in his ass. “Guys, what—oh god, fuck—” “You like both of us in your ass, sweetheart?” Now that Kurt’s awake and not just dead weight, Blaine holds onto his ass and hauls him up onto his knees so he can thrust alongside Elliott, who has the most leverage, being able to move his hips freely while Blaine pistons his upwards. “Maybe next time I should get a toy, keep that greedy cunt stuffed as we fuck your ass,” Blair pants out, enjoying the way Kurt’s eyes flutter shut at the thought, the way he tightens the slightest bit around their cocks. The air is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, their bodies undulating together and skin slick with sweat. “Guys, I’m not—fuck—I’m gonna come soon,” Elliot moans, gripping Kurt’s shoulders tight as he just pounds in, hips slapping against Kurt’s ass. “Do it,” kurt says brokenly, “come inside my ass, please—” He keens, mouth gasping open as blaine’s fingers slip-slide over his swollen clit, catching it at just the right angle. “So good for us—god, I can feel Elliott’s cock fucking throbbing, he’s going to fill you up so fucking good—” Kurt’s shaking, arms weak in Blaine’s hold as he comes with a sob, fingernails digging into Blaine’s shoulder. He doesn’t squirt but it’s intense, more intense than it’s ever been before and he’s on the verge of passing out when he feels Elliott come inside him. Elliott comes with a spectacular cry, spurting inside Kurt’s ass and making everything slick. The slide when he and Blaine both pull out is abrupt, leaving his hole wet and gaping. Blaine wastes no time in slipping back inside Kurt’s pussy, pounding hard and gripping his ass tight. He jolts when Elliott brushes a thumb over his slack hole, smearing the come that’s dripping out. “God, your ass is ruined, Kurt,” he breathes out, easily slipping three fingers inside and fingering his own come out. Kurt moans brokenly, trying to fuck down onto Elliott’s fingers and Blaine’s cock at the same time, an impossible task. “Do you want me to come inside you? Make both your holes messy and wet?” Kurt just whines, a litany of yes, yes, yes streaming out of his mouth as he tips his head back, clenching down tight around Blaine’s cock. It’s only a few more seconds before Blaine spills inside his pussy, hips arched and cock deep inside. He feels boneless, slumping down beside Blaine on the bed. His interest is piqued when Elliott lays down in front of his legs, yanks his thighs open and licks up his sopping pussy. “Dirty little cunt, had both of us inside,” Blaine murmurs as Elliott parts his folds with two fingers, red and swollen around his hole. Elliott presses two fingers inside, crooking them up before dragging them out and smearing Blaine ’s come over Kurt’s pussy, wet and filthy. He cleans it up with long licks up his pussy and over his clit, slick-swollen and sensitive. “Please,” Kurt whines, the first words he’s spoken in a while. Blaine’s soothes a hand over his chest as Elliott kisses the skin of his inner thigh softly. Elliott laves over his clit, flicking his tongue restlessly over it as Kurt whimpers, hips jerking up for more. “Hey,” Elliott hears Blaine whisper to Kurt and then Kurt’s sounds are gone, effectively silenced by their kissing. He begins sucking on Kurt’s clit, remembering what Blaine told him about how sensitive it is and how he’s come before with just a light touch. “Oh, fuck,” Kurt breathes out against Blaine’s mouth, thighs tensing in Elliott’s grip. “Keep going, fuck, I’m—” Elliott doubles his efforts, rolling his tongue over Kurt’s clit as he sucks until kurt lets out a strangled cry and comes, squirting the tiniest bit onto Elliott’s neck. “That’s it, Baby, I know you can come some more,” Kurt’s murmuring again against his neck, a hand resting on his belly. Elliott stuffs fingers back inside his hole, fucking them in hard and trying to draw out Kurt’s orgasm as he looks for— This, the spot inside that makes kurt spasm, body twisting as he squirts hard, the stream splashing against Elliott’s forearm and soaking the sheets. Elliott can’t tell what Blaine’s saying to Kurt, but he makes out snippets like so good for us and squirting like a dirty boy. This goes on for an indefinite amount of time, until Kurt can’t take it any more and is physically shaking in Blaine’s arms, his head resting in the crook of his neck. When Elliott crawls up the bed and rests close, Blaine is pressing soft kisses against Kurt’s neck, whispering sweet nothings. Even so, the three of them fall asleep, tangled together in a pile of arms and limbs and clasped hands.
