#ushcriss

[kissedmequiteinsane]

HE'S WEARING THE RING HE IS WEARING THE FUCKING RING

[kissedmequiteinsane]

AM I SSEING THUIS CORREC,TLY IS DARREN WEARING THE RING

[kissedmequiteinsane]

written for Lyssa's prompt of: 

I want you to write me something that has them arguing - a major screaming match of some kind with slammed doors and things said that they may not mean and maybe even one of them threatening to leave and then the other drags them back and there's really intense fucking and I honestly don't care about how they resolve things or if they do, I just want screaming and sex tbh.

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Kurt sighed tiredly as he walked through the door of his apartment, exhaustion from his long day at work making his movements slow and jerky, his very bones tired after the day he had had. He glanced up to see the livingroom light on and smiled softly Blaine's here drifted through his thoughts and gave him the energy he needed to make his way over.

"Hey honey." He said quietly when he spotted Blaine sitting on their couch, textbook and notebook in his lap, a pencil tucked behind his ear. Blaine didn't look up, didn't even acknowledge his presence in the room. Kurt furrowed his brow, confusion swirling through him because Blaine was usually up and at him in seconds, crowding into his space no matter what he had been doing prior and hugging him close, kissing his neck, his jaw, the corner of his eye, anywhere he could reach before finally kissing his lips. Blaine's greetings at night made Kurt's long days at work well worth it.

"Where were you this afternoon?"

Kurt froze because what.

"What do you mean...I've been at work all day."

Blaine finally looked up them, dropping the pencil into his book before he snapped it shut.

"We were supposed to go out for lunch...remember?"

Kurt continued to stare at him in confusion before a lightbulb went off in his head and guilt began to swirl through his gut.

"Shit, babe, I'm sorry, I--"

"I figured you must've forgotten so I decided to head over to the Vogue offices, I thought it'd be nice for me to pick you up. Imagine my surprise when I was sent to your office and I saw you sitting alone eating with some other guy."

Kurt's jaw dropped and he took another step forward because no, Blaine had it all wrong and--

"Are you even going to try and deny it?"

He couldn't believe this was happening, that Blaine was actually accusing him of something like this.

"Blaine, I know what you saw, but you have to believe me when I say it was completely innocent. Michael is just a coworker!"

Blaine scoffed at the name before pushing his books aside and finally standing, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Then how come Lyssa didn't want to let me into your office then? She said you 'couldn't be bothered' at the moment, regardless of me being your boyfriend."

Lyssa was a new intern at Vogue and was, for all intents and purposes, Kurt's secretary. And he had informed her earlier in the day that he was going to be extremely busy so to not bother him unless important.

"Blaine, look, we were working because we have a deadline coming up so we decided to eat together and work through lunch to get things done quicker, I swear that's all it was!"

"Yeah, and you were so busy that you couldn't even be bothered to remember that we had plans and to maybe call me to let me know. And you certaintly looked really busy sitting next to him on your couch laughing."

Blaine's voice was slowly rising and Kurt could just see the wheels spinning in his head, the thoughts racing through Blaine's mind.

But he just couldn't get why Blaine didn't believe, why he was so convinced Kurt was cheating on him.

"I don't know what you want from me here, Blaine."

"I want the truth!" Blaine yelled, startling Kurt slightly. And that was enough to get him to snap.

"I am telling you the truth, Blaine. I did not cheat on you! And it's fucked up that you think I'd do that!"

"Well what am I supposed to think?!"

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, glaring over at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you spend all your time at work now. And when you're not at work, you're talking about it. It's like high school all over again when all you'd ever fucking talk about was NYADA. And then there's me, the guy in college, the same lowly boyfriend you've had since you were 16 and the one who has to sit there and listen while you gush about how abso-fucking-lutely amazing your job is. Is it any wonder that I'd think that one day you're just going to find someone better than me and up and leave?"

Kurt swallowed and shifted, still glaring at him, "You can't be serious right now. You honestly think I'm hooking up with some guy at work?"

"It'd explain why you're always there and why you're the first one to offer yourself up for overtime."

"Are you--I do it because I'm trying to make something of myself there! They need to see how dedicated I am and how badly I want it to take me seriously!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they know exactly how badly you want it."

Kurt dropped his arms down to his sides, absolutely seething at that point, his defensive barriers slamming up around him. "And how about you? Always going out with classmates for 'study groups' and then coming home wasted? How many times have you drunkenly hooked up with someone else, huh Blaine? How about that one guy you're always talking to..what's his name...Liam. How about him Blaine? Are you fucking him on the side or something?"

Blaine practically growled, taking a step forward. "I'm not fucking anyone. Liam is my lab partner. Don't try and turn this around on me, Kurt."

Kurt laughed bitterly, rolling his eyes, "Oh so you can accuse me of cheating even though it's absolutely absurd but the second I say the same thing to you you get defensive? That's real fucking nice, Blaine. You know what, fuck this." Before he could even register it, he was moving, spinning on the spot and heading towards their bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He reached into their closet and grabbed the first duffel bag he could get and started shoveling clothes into it. He was just getting to the shirts when the door opened.

"What the hell do you think you're doing."

"I'm leaving. Why should I stay here when you don't even fucking trust me." He ground out, grabbing a few more things before yanking the zipper shut, his anger practically blinding him.

"And where are you gonna go, huh? To Michael's?" Blaine spat out bitterly, glaring at him from the doorway.

And that's when Kurt lost it. He spun on the spot and walked over to where he was standing, "Well I was going to go to Rachel's, but you know what, maybe I should! You're accusing me of all this shit so maybe I should live up to it, get him to fuck m--" He began to shoulder his way past Blaine, just wanting to get to the door to get out but then Blaine grabbed his wrist and yanked him back, pulling him into the room and slamming the door shut, pressing him up against it.

"You're not going anywhere." He growled out, crowding into his space, bodies flush together, one hand still wrapped around his wrist, the other near his head, bracketing him in.

Kurt swallowed and stared up at him, slouched against the door, fingers still in a death grip around his duffel bag that dangled near his leg.

"You're mine, do you understand?" Blaine growled again, lowering his hand until it was over Kurt's, getting him to loosen his hold on his bag before shifting slightly, sliding a leg in between his. "I'm the only one that gets to do this." He said quietly, grinding his thigh up against Kurt's crotch, "I'm the only one that will ever get to see you fall apart." 

And then he was there, kissing him hard and invading his senses, prying his lips apart, his tongue insistent as it plunged into his mouth and Kurt could do nothing but whimper, to submit to everything Blaine was doing. He kissed back as much as he could, unable to help himself as he rocked forward against Blaine's thigh, cock slowly hardening and he wanted more.

Blaine broke the kiss with a small gasp and Kurt whined, head moving forward, chasing his lips and Blaine just chuckled breathlessly, skimming his nose across Kurt's jawline. "See, do you think anyone else could reduce you to this with just a kiss?" Before Kurt could even answer Blaine lowered his head and attached his mouth to a patch of skin between Kurt's neck and collarbone, sucking it into his mouth and making Kurt cry out, head thunking back against the door, baring his neck more.

Blaine moved both of his hands to Kurt's waist, fingers gripping tight and Kurt's shot up, gripping onto Blaine's shoulders and practically holding on, rocking up against his thigh again as a breathless "Blaine" left his lips.

Blaine just continued to suck harder, moving his mouth minutely to make it bigger and there was no way he'd be able to hide it tomorrow-- and that was when Kurt realized that Blaine was marking him, claiming what was his and Kurt let him, sliding a hand up the base of Blaine's neck and into his hair, fingers twisting around the curls and he tugged slightly, making Blaine groan against his skin and rock up against him.

And then they were moving. Blaine leaned down enough to grab the backs of Kurt's thighs and he lifted him, hardly giving Kurt enough time to wrap his legs around his waist and cling tightly to his neck before Blaine was walking them to the bed and dropping him down against it, moving to straddle his waist.

Kurt reached up for his face and Blaine let him, moving down easily and kissing him deeply, fingers moving to the buttons on Kurt's shirt as he sucked Kurt's lower lip into his mouth and Kurt rocked up against him, moaning into it. Blaine made quick work of the buttons on Kurt's shirt and he arched up against him to take it off, flinging it somewhere across the room before he settled his hands at Blaine's waist, fingers edging underneath the material of his shirt for a few seconds before he pushed it up, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. 

Blaine stared down at him for a few seconds, breathing hard, before he moved again, lowering himself down and attaching his lips to his chest, his mouth sucking, kissing, biting, licking, never in the same place for more than a second and driving Kurt crazy, his hands twisting into the bedspread on either side of him as he arched up slightly into him.

Blaine made his way down and stopped at the waistband of Kurt's pants, tongue coming out and licking a strip across his stomach just above it, smirking at the way Kurt's stomach muscles jumped underneath him.

"Blaine..." Kurt whined out again, tilting his head to look down at him and Blaine shushed him, nipping gently at the skin of his right hip.

"I'm the only one who always knows exactly what you want without you even saying it." He murmured as he popped the button on Kurt's pants and slid them down slowly, leaving them at the foot of the bed before coming up and instantly mouthing at him through his briefs, molding his mouth along the shape of him through the material. 

Kurt moaned out loud and long as Blaine continued to tease him, breathing hotly against him and running his tongue along the material, mouthing at the head and licking at the wet spot there from the precome leaking out of him.

Blaine messed with him for a few moments longer before he finally reached up and tugged his underwear down, dropping them to the ground before moving his hands back and he spread his thighs apart. He lowered his mouth down but at the last second moved away, attaching his lips to the soft skin of Kurt's inner thigh instead, biting at it softly and sucking a mark into it which made Kurt whimper and cry out softly, his hips thrusting up slightly against nothing, cock hard and aching. 

Blaine sucked another hard mark into his other thigh before moving up and, without warning, secured his arm across Kurt's hips and sank down around him as far as he could, relaxing his throat and swallowing around him, making Kurt shout out and try to arch up into him. Blaine swallowed a few more times before he slowly pulled up and off, moving his mouth to lick a long strip across the vein on the underside of his cock and circling around the head, dipping into the slit at the gathering precome. He moved down again and sucked him off with varying pressures, bringing him to the brink only to back off over and over again until Kurt was a panting, writhing mess beneath him, practically sobbing with how badly he needed to come. 

Instead Blaine pulled off entirely and ignored the frustrated groan that fell from Kurt's lips as he moved, removing his own jeans and briefs before opening one of their side drawers and taking out a bottle of lube --after being together for five years, they decided to forgo condoms-- returning to kneel between Kurt's legs and pouring it across his fingers slowly, warming it up before moving down and pressing his middle finger against his hole slightly, just enough pressure to tease but not enough to press in.

Kurt squirmed against him, trying to get closer, to manage to get Blaine's finger in and Blaine just smirked, circling his finger slowly. "See how badly you want me." He said quietly, more rhetorical than anything and Kurt whimpered in reply. Blaine moved slowly for a few more seconds before finally pushing it, knowing Kurt could take it and not stopping until he was in to the second knuckle. Kurt keened above him and Blaine took no time in moving his finger almost all the way out and then thrusting back in, repeating the motion a few times before adding in a second, giving Kurt time to adjust before slowly scissoring them, opening him, his eyes flickering back and forth between staring at the way his fingers disappeared inside him (and god even after all this time it still amazed him) and looking up at his face, watching the way Kurt threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly, the bob of his adam's apple, the light sheen of sweat breaking out across his hairline.

Soon after he added a third and then Kurt was just gone, moaning loudly and uninhibited, thrashing when Blaine crooked his fingers enough to find his prostate and began moving against it again and again. 

"Please." Kurt breathed out, chest heaving.

"Who do you belong to?" Blaine asked quietly, rubbing up against his prostate again and looking up at his face

"You! Youyouyou, god Blaine it's always only you." 

Blaine took a deep breath as he pulled his fingers out, watching the way Kurt clenched around nothing before he reached for the lube again and fisted his own aching cock a few times to relieve the pressure before moving, adjusting Kurt's position and slinging one of his legs over his shoulder before moving, lining up the head of his cock and teasing it against Kurt's hole for a moment before slowly pushing in --slowly, always slowly. No matter what went on between them Blaine would never physically hurt him. Would rather hurt himself a thousand times over than hurt Kurt-- and eventually bottoming out. 

He gave them both time to adjust before Kurt nodded and then he moved, sliding almost all the way out before thrusting back in, jaw going slack as he created a rhythm, the room silent except for breathless moans and the slap of skin against skin.

But then Kurt moved, wrapping his leg around the back of Blaine's thigh and sliding his hands down, gripping at his waist and tugging. "H-harder. Go harder. W'na feel you tm'rw. Want e-everyone to know...how good I'm g-getting it. That I'm yours." Blaine faltered in his rhythm, letting out a broken groan before swallowing and nodding, adjusting them both slightly and pulling back for thrusting back in hard and fast, his pace relentless and Kurt took it, throwing his head back and practically screaming, nails digging into Blaine's skin so hard there were sure to be marks.

"Mine," Blaine growled out breathlessly as he continued to fuck into him hard, finally bringing a hand up and wrapping it around Kurt's cock, jerking him off. "I'm the only one that can do this."

Kurt whined out in reply and jerked his head in a nod, chest heaving, "Yours." He panted out.

Blaine jacked him off a few more times before Kurt froze and then came, back arching up high off the bed and clenching down hard around him as he cried out loudly with his release, his come splashing against Blaine's fist and his own stomach. 

Blaine worked him through it, moving his fist until it became too much and then moved his hand away. The heat coiling in his belly intensified and he panted loudly as he thrust into him hard, Kurt's body limp and exhausted under him, oversensitive as quiet moans tumbled out of his mouth and it only took a few more thrusts before he finally came with a long groan, thrusting weakly and cock twitching as he spilled inside of Kurt, body trembling slightly with aftershocks.

It wasn't until he swallowed and tried to catch his breath that he realized he was about to cry. And with a glance down at Kurt he realized he was the same way. 

Blaine pulled out of him slowly, both hissing at the movement, but then he was lowering himself down on top of him, not caring about how sweaty and sticky they both were, and Kurt was wrapping his arms (and legs) tightly around him.

"I'm so sorry." Blaine mumbled, burrowing his face into Kurt's neck and wriggling his arms underneath him, wrapping them around him.

Kurt shook his head and held on tighter, taking in a shaky breath, "I should be with you more. Y-you're the most important thing in my life, Blaine, I swear. I'd never do anything to hurt us."

Blaine pulled back to look him in the eye, "I know. I know. I'm so sorry for everything that I said. I swear I didn't mean it. I know you'd never do that to me..to us. I just...I don't even have an excuse, I'm just sorry."

Kurt reached up and brushed the sweaty curls away from Blaine's forehead, stroking his fingers gently down the side of his face. "And I know you'd never cheat on me either. I just...I just said it to hurt you. And it was stupid and I'm sorry."

"You're already forgiven. I love you so much." Blaine whispered, leaning down and kissing him softly before settling his face back down into the crook of Kurt's neck.

Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's hair silently for a few moments before tilting his head down to look at him, "Let's just stay home tomorrow. Just you and me all day."

Blaine looked up at him, smiling slightly, "And work?"

Kurt shook his head, "Screw work. You're more important."

Blaine's smile widened and he nodded slowly, leaning forward to leave a kiss against the side of Kurt's jaw.

"Sounds perfect."