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lilac trees in the heart of town

For all that Kurt knows the dangers of golden age syndrome, he still feels after all these years that there is no greater ideal of romance than what classic Hollywood put forth decades ago. Flowers and music, the twining of fingers, one raised to brush down the line of a lover's jaw. A Vespa ride through Rome, a boating ride into the sea, a misty embrace next to a departing train.

It might be an example of reaching too far and too high. After all, real life isn't always like the movies. At least, it doesn't end when the movies do.

But that doesn't mean Kurt won't keep trying to attain those small moments of perfection, fleeting but enough.

He's carefully made his plans for Blaine's birthday, a top hat jauntily placed on his head and a neat suit on his shoulders, nice enough that he carefully wipes down the fence right outside of Blaine's apartment window before leaning back against it. He's here, right when Blaine should be getting up and going about his morning routine, a large bouquet of red roses in hand.

Just red roses, this time.

Tipping his hat down over his brow, Kurt glances shyly over his shoulder, at the window with its blinds still shut. It's chilly, but that'll only help his voice more.

"I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high, knowing I'm on the street where you live," he starts, voice clear and lower than usual as he pushes off the fence and steps across the sidewalk. "Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live."

As he hoped, a few other residents of the building are also awake at this hour, curiously peeking their heads out down at the street. The sight of a little girl tilting her head curiously brings a smile to Kurt's face, and he waves.

"And oh, the towering feeling, just to know somehow you are near," he sings, an ache settling in his chest as he reaches out with a hand, wrapping it around a bar of the fence, shivering at the touch. "The overpowering feeling that any second, you may suddenly appear."

He spots movement by the window, pushing onto his toes curiously.

"People stop and stare, they don't bother me, for there's nowhere else that I would rather be," Kurt sings, building excitement as he presses his bouquet close to his chest. "Let the time go by, I won't care if I can be here on the street where you live."

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Though Blaine had very briefly entertained the idea of taking a day off of work and even school for his birthday, the idea of falling behind had scared him into thinking better of it. It's only one class, after all, and work is never too strenuous, particularly if he just sticks to the front. So he gets up with his alarm, just like every other day, and does his best to ignore the pang in the pit of his gut at the knowledge that there will be no birthday pancakes for him this morning, no wide, warm smile or birthday song from his mother, no obnoxious phone call from his brother. It's just a morning like every other morning. And lunch with Kurt later in the day to look forward to which is definitely no small thing.

He goes about his morning routine, showering and carefully gelling his hair before choosing what to wear for the day. (White slacks and a yellow polo with blue trimmings.) He's rifling through his bowties, trying to find one that won't clash with his belt when he hears the unmistakeable sound of someone singing.

Someone outside.

Someone outside who sounds a lot like...

Suspicion and cautious delight prickle at the base of his neck as he heads to the window, momentarily struggling with the curtains before finally pushing them aside enough to peer outside. He can't help the surprised laugh that bubbles out of him, something warm and wonderful wrapping tight around his heart and filling him from the inside as he stares down at his gorgeous, amazingly talented boyfriend making a wonderful display of himself.

After staring for a moment, Blaine quickly unlatches the locks on his windows and leans out, smiling brighter than he has in months as he listens to that incredible, priceless voice carry in the cool, morning air and stare at that beautiful face, those beautiful eyes smiling up at him, promising the world.

I'm going to marry him, Blaine finds himself thinking, not for the first time as he joins in for the very ending, harmonizing as easily breathing as he slips in, "Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live!"

He feels so many pairs of eyes staring now, both of their voices clear and traveling easily in the quiet morning, across and down the street as curious faces start to keep out from behind semi-closed curtains. But not one of them matters more than the person he wanted most to see and hear this performance, and Kurt swears that he feels his heart race as soon as Blaine peeks out with that smile. Even though they've been happier these past couple of months than they were for a long time, there's still nothing Kurt likes more than being able to delight Blaine like this.

Zigging, so to speak, when Blaine expects him to zag.

As soon as their voices fade, Kurt takes a couple of steps leading him into a hop, clamoring on the fence until he's able to reach through to bring his hand as close as possible to Blaine's.

"Oh, my love," Kurt says, dramatic now that he feels that audience watching, a few of them clapping after the song. "Won't you do me the pleasure of spending today with me to celebrate the occasion of your birth? For there is no day more blessed than the one which brought you into the world, and into my life."

It's a little overwrought, and not as well written as the movies he loves so well, but Kurt thinks it's not too bad for an impromptu speech. (He didn't want to draft one before hand; it would have felt too inorganic.)

"Blaine Anderson, you mean the world to me," he says, hugging one of the poles of the fence to his chest.

“I can’t believe you,” Blaine says, still leaning halfway out the window to beam down at Kurt. He’s still too high up to reach, but near enough to see the light in Kurt’s eyes, the wide stretch of his smile and perfectly pressed shirt and pants. He looks gorgeous, as always. He looks like the best birthday present Blaine could ever hope to receive.

It doesn’t take him long to decide, of course, and he’s laughing as he nods, a weird lump forming in his throat. “Yes, of course. I would like absolutely nothing more in fact.”

His gaze wanders for the first time to realize that they have a small audience, most of them smiling almost as broadly as he is though a couple who look more confused than anything else. And Blaine can’t help but laugh at that, his face flushing faintly as he gives Kurt a quick wave. “Come on, get up here. I’ll let you make me breakfast.”

He considers for a moment tossing the bouquet up to Blaine, but not trusting enough in his throw and hating the idea of the flowers dropping on the ground, Kurt pulls away from the fence instead. Before running to the entrance of the apartment, he makes sure to drop into a low, sweeping bow, perking up when he hears a few people clapping and jauntily tugging on his top hat. He manages to keep from running until he's inside the building, giving up all appearances then and instead rushing to Blaine's door. Thankfully, Blaine's the one on the first floor, so it doesn't take long before he's stopping in front of Blaine's door.

With just the tiniest of skids, because his shoes are a quality pair prone to slipping.

"Delivery for one Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt declares as he throws himself into Blaine's arms, grinning broadly as he threads his free hand into Blaine's hair and delivers a sure, firm kiss to Blaine's lips, smiling against Blaine's mouth. "Contains two dozen roses and one young man. Also two tickets to tonight's showing of Rocky Horror, but that won't be for a while yet, so."

He grins, bumping their noses together. "Did I surprise you?"

He watches as Kurt takes a bow, still playing it up to their captivated audience before disappearing to run around to the other side of the building. Blaine doesn’t spare even a second to wave at the small crowd (which is possibly rude, he realizes, but he does have other things to focus on right now) before shutting his window and tossing the bowtie, unused, back into its box.

And he’s no sooner stepping into his living room when he hears the knock on the door.

Kurt practically dives into him with a hug and a kiss and Blaine laughs, arms wrapping tight around Kurt’s middle, holding him there, soaking up everything. “Oh, you definitely surprised me,” Blaine says, still grinning wide, loosening his hold enough to reach up to tug at the brim of Kurt’s hat. “Reminds me of prom,” he says, his other hand dropping into Kurt’s as he tugs him backwards into his apartment, the door closing easily behind them and then pulling Kurt in closer once more until they’re chest to chest and nose to nose. “You are ridiculous-- and amazing-- and incredible,” he says, pressing a light kiss to Kurt’s lips between every word. “And I can’t believe you got us Rocky Horror tickets. We have to dress up, you know that, right? You should go as Rocky.”

Kurt uses the momentum of Blaine's tug to pivot the other boy until he's pressed up against the hallway of his apartment, happily humming as he envelops Blaine with a careful embrace and hand brushing down Blaine's side. Maybe it's a little handsy for the start of Blaine's birthday, but Kurt's been swirling on the details of the day for ages now, and finally being able to show off everything he's planned has his pulse running a little faster, and his cheeks a little warmer, as he leans in for another kiss. Blaine just looks so happy, and that's how Kurt has always loved him most.

Whining in slight protest when Blaine pulls back, Kurt nevertheless grins when Blaine tugs at his top hat. "I do think a good top hat has gone underrated for decades," admits Kurt, nudging it back to its correct angle. "And I've always wanted to be as dapper as that fine young gentleman from My Fair Lady." He laughs through the sudden barrage of kisses, sweet and light and dizzying.

"You'd make a better Rocky than I would," Kurt pouts, before suddenly breaking into a splitting smile. "Though I wouldn't mind you seeing you take a whack at Frank N. Furter."

"Mm-mmm," Blaine disagrees with a grin, his hands smoothing up Kurt's sides and over his chest to trace the folds and lines of his jacket lapel and then down to smooth over Kurt's tight, flat stomach through two layers of clothing. "You definitely have the abs for it." Grinning, he undoes the few jacket buttons to let the fabric fall open, greedily sliding his hands inside; it's his birthday, after all. Surely that means he can indulge a little bit. "I would look ridiculous; you would look stunning. All lithe and gorgeous in those tiny gold shorts..."

He's really partially teasing. Though Kurt enjoys costumes and dressing up, Blaine knows he isn't one to jump at the opportunity to be so scantily clothed. Despite how absolutely stunning Blaine finds him, he knows it isn't as easy for Kurt to see it, knows he's much more comfortable in his endless layers of designer fabrics, in waistcoats and jackets and scarves.

And he isn't going to push it.

"We could also go as Brad and Janet," he points out, his hands still firmly on Kurt's sides, just soaking up the nearness of his gorgeous boyfriend. "I know I have a pair of tighty whiteys I could wear."

Kurt still continues to huff an occasional laugh, though he's mostly pleased, heat easily rising to his skin at Blaine's touch as he arches his body, practically melting against the broad span of Blaine's palms. His lips curled in amusement, Kurt ducks forward to press a quick kiss to Blaine's kiss, not really heavily intent on interrupting him, but too drawn by the sweet bow of his lips not to go through with it. "You have the ass for it," Kurt points out with a slight sake of his head. "And excuse me, who has the abs for it? Maybe if I spray-painted myself into a tan and abs, maybe, but I'm pretty sure you've got more going on there than I do."

In emphasis, Kurt rakes a hand down Blaine's front. Truth be told, it's pretty clear that neither of them is going to try out for Jacob Black anytime soon, but Kurt's always loved the sheer power in Blaine's body, thicker and stockier than his own. "You know I'd end up looking like Casper the friendly ghost, R-rated version," he snorts, leaning forward until their foreheads rest against one another.

"I wouldn't say no to you as Brad, though. As long as I get to be a little wicked with you in the theater," murmurs Kurt.

"It wouldn't be too hard to bronze you," Blaine says, definitely teasing now even if the idea of Kurt in tiny, skin-tight gold shorts is still incredibly appealing. He still has his hands on Kurt as he speaks, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt before he tugs faintly at the fabric and leans in a little closer.

He hums as Kurt presses forehead to forehead, overwhelming warmth still rushing all through him. "But Brad and Janet would probably be easier," he concedes, voice quieter and a little lower as his grin widens. "But you should clarify what you mean by wicked. Just so I can make a well-informed decision."

Kurt lets out a soft sound, almost a whine as Blaine pulls him closer, amused how they've fallen quiet after just having been demonstrative in front of the entire neighborhood. (He wonders if they'll ever get recognized after this as that strange singing couple, but even if they do, Kurt doesn't think he'll mind.)

"Well, I just mean that... we've already taken our chances in the bathroom of a gay club," Kurt points out, coy and shy and suddenly incredibly embarrassed at the thought, but still interested as he traces along the line of Blaine's collarbone. Slightly mortified that Blaine's managed to pull it out of him that easily. "It'll be dark enough that hands can do a bit of wandering without attracting too much attention, I think." He bites his lower lip, gaze flickering up. "Maybe."

Blaine doesn't miss the way Kurt's cheeks flush an adorably dark pink when he mentions their gay club activities of a few weeks ago. If he's honest, Blaine still can't believe they'd actually done that, had certainly not at all planned for it to happen when he'd met Kurt there that night. But, he's nothing if not completely single-minded when Kurt gets him worked up and, he has to admit, as mortifying as it is in hindsight, it'd been incredibly hot in the moment. And he doesn't at all regret doing it.

Grinning, he brings a hand up to trace along Kurt's cheekbone, chasing the rise of color there as he bites at his own lip, gaze dropping to Kurt's mouth as he continues talking.

"Maybe?" he asks, already feeling himself start to react to the mere idea. It's a slow, pleasant burn, and Blaine slowly drags his finger down to the corner of Kurt's mouth, sliding along his bottom lip. "Are you implying you might jerk me off in the middle of the performance?" Letting out a quiet breath, he leans in close enough to whisper the next against Kurt's lips: "And would that be my birthday present or just because you want to?"

Kurt parts his lips under the soft pressure of Blaine's thumb, suppressing a shiver when Blaine's voice brushes by his mouth, soft and low and charged. Letting out a soft hum, almost a whine, Kurt's hands reach out until his thumbs are able to hook inside the waistband of Blaine's pants, pulling him closer until they're not quite leaning against one another, but certainly pressed flush. He tilts his head just so, also a tease, skin brushing against skin but not quite kissing.

"What else would I be implying?" Kurt asks darkly, one hand sliding to the middle of Blaine's waistband and slipping the button free, not giving Blaine a chance to stop or protest before his hand dips down underneath the soft fabric of Blaine's underwear. "You know that I love trying new things. And love seeing you get off," he adds, and all of a sudden his own teasing feels like too much for him to handle, skin burning hot as he tilts his head, careful not to brush directly against Blaine's mouth.

"I mean, that's what the musical's all about, right? Realizing how good it feels to be touched. I can't let that lesson go unlearned."

Kurt moves his hand slowly, dropping from Blaine’s hip to the front of his pants, expert fingers making quick work of the top button before gradually slipping inside. Blaine’s breath hitches instinctively, the muscles in his abdomen drawing tight as he struggles to keep still, ignoring the impulse to rock his hips forward and silently guide Kurt’s hand lower.

“I’m… not sure that’s the overall message, actually,” Blaine says with a low, somewhat breathy chuckle, eyes still locked on Kurt’s. “Though it does sound nice. Really nice.”

He lets his own hand wander then, smoothing down the length of Kurt’s arm and tugging at the smooth fabric of Kurt’s suit. “Why are you still wearing this?” he murmurs, his tone somewhere between a whine and a purr. “It’s too warm, isn’t it? And you’re not going anywhere for awhile…”

"It should be," Kurt insists fervently, blushing heavily under Blaine's steady gaze, mostly amused that one of his attempts to be a bit smoother was shut down so abruptly. Most of his attention remains on keeping his own hand steady, starting to jerk Blaine off, gentle and slow, wanting to push Blaine to a point of taking initiative, taking everything that he wants.

Sending them tumbling down that slippery slope.

Wrapping his free arm around Blaine's waist, Kurt leans forward until his hips bracket Blaine's, pressing his quickly hardening length against Blaine's thigh. "I'm wearing this because I'm your birthday present," he breathes, slowly twisting his hand as he squeezes up towards the tip of Blaine's cock. "It's your job to unwrap me, Blaine."

“Oh,” Blaine breathes on a shudder as Kurt starts jerking him, grip firm and sure despite what is surely an awkward angle. Grateful for the wall at his back, Blaine arches, pushing up further into that gorgeous fist as he grabs at Kurt’s jacket tightly.

His eyes widen at Kurt’s words, but it’s more the delicious tone of his voice that makes him groan, one hand immediately dropping to Kurt’s hip to pull him closer, encouraging. He can feel Kurt’s cock against his thigh and already can’t wait for more, can’t wait until the evidence of Kurt’s arousal is absolutely unmistakable, can’t wait until they’re both naked, until Kurt’s kissing him, until Kurt’s coming undone beneath him.

“Well,” he says, somewhere between a laugh and another moan as he fumbles to get his fingers on the buttons of Kurt’s shirt, “in that case, let me just tear at this wrapping.” Miraculously, he succeeds in getting the bottom few buttons undone and he yanks to pull the shirt free of Kurt’s waistband before immediately sliding his hand beneath, and nearly growling at the feel of Kurt’s smooth, warm skin under his palms.

Even though Kurt gets a taste of Blaine on most days, be it through quickies in the middle of the day or slower, softer exchanges at night, that doesn't stop him from being just as pleased and thrilled when Blaine pushes his hand down underneath the waistband of Kurt's pants. Kurt has to work hard in order to keep his knees from buckling, and his hand grasps Blaine's shoulder tightly as he tries to continue stroking Blaine's own length, warm in his hand.

"It's not too much, right? To call myself your present," Kurt says with a soft laugh, one which melts into a moan as Blaine's hand wraps around him, soft and sure. With a quick sigh, he leans forward, melting into Blaine's touch and leaning forward to capture Blaine's lips in full, tongue briefly brushing against the line of his mouth. "I mean, you can have me any day of the year, so maybe it's almost like regifting. But, god Blaine, you make me feel like I'm worth a million bucks."

Breath shuddering between his teeth, Kurt moans softly as he grinds up and against Blaine's palm, cheeks flushing deeply as his free hand drops to Blaine's waist and pivots both of them back in the direction of Blaine's bed. "Mess me, Blaine?" Kurt begs, voice slightly tight as he ducks forward to suck at the warm skin of Blaine's neck. "Please."

"Definitely not too much," Blaine says on a breathy laugh before Kurt's mouth is on him, biting the words away, leaving only airy moans in their wake. Kurt is wonderfully warm and thick in his hand, growing harder by the second, the proof of it making Blaine's blood run hotter, his breath quicken.

Truth is, Kurt's worth so much more than a million bucks. There's no monetary figure big enough, no amount in this world or any other that Blaine wouldn't be willing to pay to keep Kurt in his life. And the fact that he gets that every day is no small thing. Birthday or no, Kurt never stops being a gift, especially after everything they've gone through.

Kurt shifts them again before Blaine can get too lost in the touch, hands still entangled in each other's pants in a way that makes Blaine huff out a laugh as he stumbles backwards. It's immediately cut off by the press of Kurt's mouth to his neck and Blaine tips his head back, hands fumbling up to grab at Kurt's waist to ensure he doesn't trip on his own feet and fall backwards, carrying Kurt with him. "God," he groans, keeping Kurt close as he follows Kurt's lead toward his bedroom, accidentally knocking the top hat off Kurt's head in the process. "I told the shop I'd be in today, but if you give me the option, I'll just spend all day in bed with you."

"Yeah, you told the shop you'd be in today," Kurt breathes, panting as he hurriedly presses another kiss to Blaine's lips, biting down on the full lower curve and tugging back, gasping as he continues to grind his hips up against Blaine as well as he can while they walk. "And then I called to make sure they knew that I was forcing you on a personal day. They've got someone there. I know, I know it was presumptuous of me to call off for you, but... I just really want one day. One day where it's just us, and. God, fuck, I know that between jobs and school we're busy. So I just want us today. Got it?"

Cheeks heated as he glances over his shoulder to make sure their path is still clear, Kurt works on defying undoing every button that his hands can reach, be they his own or the ones down Blaine's shirt, and his hands push forward to nudge Blaine's shirt off over his shoulders, exposing warm, tanned skin.

"God, I know I can definitely celebrate a certain someone's birth. What would my life be without you? I wouldn't," Kurt breathes, wrapping a hand around the back of Blaine's neck as they stumble back towards the bed. "Wouldn't know what it's like to be happy like this. Blaine, fuck, Blaine." Each word leaves him in a rush of breath, up until the bump of mattresses against his calves sends Kurt sitting down on the edge of the bed.

God, Kurt just sounds so good like this, breathy with arousal, panting between fevered kisses as he drags Blaine into the bedroom, grabbing and pulling and tugging. It's completely intoxicating, more so given Kurt's confession, the knowledge that Kurt carefully arranged to have a day just for the two of them to spend together somehow making the blood in his veins only burn hotter.

"That is so much more than okay," he murmurs, already hurriedly tugging at his own shirt as Kurt takes care of the buttons, shrugging out of it as Kurt nudges it free and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor before he quickly kicks off his shoes.

He's barely gotten them off completely when Kurt's grabbing him by the back of the neck and drawing him close, breath to breath, Blaine's hands fall to Kurt's hips, pushing at the fabric still stubbornly clinging there as they walk the last few steps toward the bed. "I want to make you happy forever," he says, a rush of air just as Kurt drops to the mattress. Bent over, one hand on the bed and the other on Kurt's shoulder, Blaine kisses him, mouth to mouth, open and hungry, not breaking for even a breath as he soon crawls into Kurt's lap, straddling him, his pants almost painful against his trapped erection though he makes no effort at all to move from the position.

"God," he breathes, grinding down against Kurt's length, one hand sinking up into Kurt's hair as he holds on. "God, you should fuck me like this. Just like this."

Kurt can't help but appreciate the fact that he can claim a full day of Blaine to himself without notice and still receive a reaction like this, like it's a gift, like it's as worthy of excitement now as it was the first time they'd spent a night together. His heart lurches for a moment, thinking of all the days that they had back when they lived together, days that Kurt knows full well now that he took for granted. Sometimes he's tempted to ask Blaine if he'd be willing for the both of them to move out of their tiny apartments, if he would be interested in getting a bigger place together, possibly even outside of the city proper.

But the thoughts are pushed away for the moment as Blaine quickly climbs on top of him, kisses still desperate and pleading as he crawls on Kurt's lap, the friction through drawing a strained moan between Kurt's lips. Gasping, his hands reach out for Blaine's hips, holding them firmly in place as he arches his body to rub up and against him, breath stuttering as he kisses Blaine back, fingers sinking into Blaine's hair as his hand wraps around the back of Blaine's neck.

"You can," he whines as soon as he pulls back for a gasp. "You can, Blaine, you will. You make me... so happy. So, god." With another deep groan, Kurt's hands shift down until he's able to knead at Blaine's ass, in the process also tugging down the waistband of his pants and boxers, wanting nothing but skin.

"Wanna fuck you," Kurt agrees, cheeks already red and flushed. "You wanna ride me, Blaine? Want my cock inside of you? Enjoy what's mine."

"Yes," Blaine groans, more breath than voice and in answer to everything, to making Kurt happy, to having that chance again, and god, to being fucked. Yes, yes, yes.

He rocks down hard again, feeling Kurt's length trapped beneath too many layers before arching into Kurt's hand, warm palm over cool, exposed skin. Nipping and sucking a line down Kurt's cheek and jaw, Blaine pauses to breath against his neck, heart hammering and already hot all over as he slides one hand down between them, fingers fumbling past the waistband of Kurt's underwear to tug him free.

"I want this in me," he murmur, staring down between them at the tip of Kurt's dick peaking through his closed fist. He starts stroking, slow but thorough, his hips moving in time as he lift his head up again to grin at Kurt. "Do I really get you all day? To do whatever I want? I may not even need to eat."

"Ohh," Kurt breathes, voice caught in his throat, a low growl as he rocks up to meet Blaine's crotch, whining thinly at the pulse of sensation that courses through his body at even the barest of friction. His breathing shudders as Blaine's breath brushes against his neck, hot and fluttering, and Kurt gasps as he wraps a hand around the back of Blaine's neck, rounded nails scraping against the softer hair at the nape of Blaine's neck. "Mark me," begs Kurt, his hips stuttering before he lets out a hiss at the feel of Blaine's fingers starting to explore a bit further, craning his neck to give Blaine more room.

It isn't long before Blaine's already tugged down his pants and boxer briefs, hand wrapping around Kurt's dick, already hard and throbbing quickly in the tight hold. "Fuck," Kurt cries out, cheeks blushing directly after as he realizes that the same people who'd listened to his serenade might be getting a hint of what comes after. "God, your hand feels so good, ah." Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt reaches behind his head, grabbing at the headboard of the bed and gripping tightly, bracing.

"You get me all day. All day. We can... fuck until we can't feel our toes," jokes Kurt, though he lets out a soft, satisfied hum at the thought, pushing his cock further through the circle of Blaine's hand. "But I want ice cream after. Ice cream is best after sex."

"Okay," Blaine breathes with a laugh, delighted to the core and still so, so turned on. Kurt is deliciously hard in his hand, warm and arching beneath him and Blaine ducks again to mouth at his neck, teeth scraping tender skin before he seals his lips at the rise of his collarbone and sucks, drawing up through his teeth. Pulling off seconds later, he admires the blush of purple he's left behind, kisses at the skin before making another right beside it, still stroking Kurt steadily all the while.

He's breathing harder when he pulls off a second time, shifting his weight a little so he can push Kurt's pants and underwear down further with his free hand and then only letting go so he can strip them off completely, leaving Kurt wonderfully bare.

"Fuck, seriously," he growls, grabbing Kurt by the ankles and pulling him so he's laying flat on his back before crawling up the length of him and grinning wide with a hand planted to either side of Kurt's head. "Best. birthday present. ever."

"God, please," whispers Kurt as he feels Blaine's lips seal against his skin, sucking sharply, no doubt pulling the color to the surface of Kurt's complexion. He feels his cock give a significant throb against Blaine's palm, and he's leaking already, skin abuzz as he steadily rocks his hips up and against Blaine's hold. Even though he's always quick to give directions and take control of the helm, there's little that Kurt likes more than to have Blaine physically on top of him, owning him, covering him in warmth and lust and want. A breath shudders through his teeth when one of Blaine's sucks practically stings against his skin, just the barest hint and tease of pain that leaves Kurt's breath short as he feels cool air hit his cock where the precome's started to spill over.

He gets a slight reprieve when Blaine focuses on getting the rest of his clothes off, then laughs in delight as he's pulled completely on top of the mattress, head dropping down against it with a slight bounce as Kurt's eyes fixate on Blaine's position above him. "You too," he demands with a frown, wiggling in protest before his hands quickly reach up to tug at Blaine's clothing when his boyfriend crawls up to help their eyes meet. "I want a little of this unwrapping action." He tugs stubbornly at Blaine's clothes, pushing pants and sleeves down and smoothing his palm over Blaine's tan, heated skin.

"God, I'm so yours," Kurt murmurs, tilting his head slightly up in satisfaction as he feels Blaine's hands on either side of his head. "So completely yours."

Laughing, Blaine kneels up at Kurt's insistent pushing and tugging to strip free of his own clothes, doing a minor amount of gymnastics in the process before once again settling over Kurt's waist and grinning down at him. He feels almost like a cat the way he arches into Kurt's touch and draws his legs in closer to feel Kurt's hips with his knees.

"I like that," he ways, for once letting himself take Kurt at his word, letting himself revel, and ignoring that voice at the back of his mind that insists Kurt could do better. It's selfish maybe, but some part of Blaine doesn't want Kurt to do better even if the option is available. Blaine wants Kurt to be happy, always, but Blaine wants to be the one to person to have a significant hand in that. He wants to be one of the main reasons Kurt smiles and sings and has the desire to follow his dreams. And, moreover, he wants to be the person Kurt can always count on, no matter what.

And he will be. Whatever happens, however their relationship changes over the years, Blaine will always be here for Kurt in whatever way he needs. Because that's what Blaine needs.

Smiling wide and uninhibited, Blaine settles one hand on Kurt's chest, feeling the thump-thump-thump of Kurt's heartbeat against his palm before smoothing it down the dip of long stretch of torso and up again, tracing ribs with his fingertips. "I like that you're mine. That you still want to be." He lowers his head then, pursing a kiss over the purpled marks he'd left only moments ago, licking as he continues. "I love that I'm the one who gets to see you like this, touch you like this. I never ever want to stop, Kurt."

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