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i swore i could feel you breathe, it was all so real to me

Part of the reason why Kurt enjoyed classic Hollywood films was definitely the portrayal of romance. Beneath all of the critiques that people liked to make in modern times about how problematic chivalry could be, Kurt just loved the idea of that level of consideration. Of being pampered for a time, shielded for a time, liked the idea of little touches and subtler ways of asking permission. Loved the aesthetic of it, the image of two people walking a step slower than the rest, closer than the rest, the world halting around them as they headed down a busy street. He loved the way that the romance could often be the center of the picture, no need for action, no need for explosions or giant, dystopian societies. Just two people gravitating towards one another in a world which stopped for no one.

It felt true to life, perhaps. Understated and intimate.

In Darrow, he's made sure to set aside plenty of evenings to share such stories with Blaine. Not every night has to be a date night, with the both of them heading towards the swankier restaurants in town — no, sometimes evenings are best kept casual between the two of them, both having gone their own way for the majority of the day, then coming back together to share their experiences, murmured stories rising above the volume of the television. Oftentimes, they start while seated primly on their own cushions, but only manage to meld together over time, hands intertwined and feet bumping against one another — sometimes purposefully, sometimes by accident. Perhaps more than anything else, Kurt likes it when they rest their heads on one another's shoulders, close enough to press a kiss at a second's notice, or to share whispers in close confidence. Today, he's the one who's taken up space on Blaine's shoulder, nudging his nose occasionally against the line of Blaine's jaw, planting a kiss there when Breakfast at Tiffany's reaches one of its slower scenes.

What he might love most about these films now, Kurt thinks, is the fact that he doesn't have to sigh in longing when they reach their end. Not anymore. Not when he has the real thing by his side, day after day. The fact that they'll probably be taking the next step in only a matter of hours thrums through his chest, skin tingling with excitement. But for now, Kurt keeps his kisses light, chaste, never wanting to pressure Blaine. After all, they have plenty of time.

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If Blaine is perfectly honest, he would admit that he's been able to think of little else but this night for days now. At the moment, it's just like nearly every other night. Warm and comfortable and casual. They had dinner an hour or so ago and have spent the minutes since curled up on the couch watching Breakfast at Tiffany's for about the hundredth time. Kurt's resting against Blaine's shoulder and occasionally they'll both stop watching long enough to share another story about their day or simply pause long enough to share a light, chaste kiss.

And, as lovely and warm as it all is, Blaine can't deny the increasing anticipation winding warm in his gut.

They'd set a date weeks ago, shortly after their afternoon in the sex shop. At the time, two weeks hadn't felt like all that long and since then they've certainly still shared heated kisses and lingering touches and more than a dozen blowjobs. Each time has only made Blaine want more, want it sooner even if he's known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he needs to make sure he's definitely ready.

And he is. He's ready. He's ready now.

The DVDs he'd picked up had helped to some degree though Blaine's sure he's still far, far less experienced in this than Kurt. He has an idea of some of the things he'd liked to try and definitely has a better idea now of how to go about it all.

More than anything, he wants to speed the clock up a few hours. But he's forcing himself to stay patient. Or trying.

He hums softly when Kurt turns his head to nudge another light kiss, his own lips parting briefly to get a better taste before he nudges their noses lightly on a shaky exhale. He's already half hard, has been for what feels like hours and he's starting to think he won't be able to last if they ever make it to midnight.

Pulling away a little, Blaine presses a faint kiss to Kurt's cheek as he rises to his feet. He suddenly desperately needs to walk off some of the pent-up energy. "Do you want something to drink?"

Anything that Kurt may feel like sharing vanishes as Blaine parts his lips during their kiss, a soft and silent admission that has Kurt wanting to press against the other boy more insistently, his free hand quickly crossing the distance to splay briefly over Blaine's chest. He's still being careful, measured, not letting himself enjoy the warmth too much, lest he give away just how much he wants the clock to turn forward already, but sometimes there's a pleasure in the wanting itself, in being denied, and he almost shivers at certain memories from before, when he's told to hold on just that much longer before reaching climax. Desire may not burn quite as strongly as that just yet, but it's a simple, lingering ache in his heart nonetheless.

It worsens a bit when Blaine pulls back and gets to his feet, leaving Kurt sitting for a second longer on the couch with a pout on his lips.

"No, I'm okay," Kurt replies, before throwing caution to the wind and deciding to get to his own feet, following after Blaine and trying his best to wrap his arms around his boyfriend from behind. "Are you running away from me?" he asks, the tone playful, if still genuinely curious when he finally manages, sighing until their bodies fit together just that much closer. "Did I rest my head on your shoulder for too long? Because we could've switched places, you know."

Kurt's arms wrap around him from behind as Blaine makes it halfway to the kitchen and he can't help but laugh a little, his hands resting on Kurt's forearms as they walk. As difficult as it is to stretch this out, every little touch of Kurt's hand intensifying the want under his skin, Blaine still can't help but welcome it. It feels too good to push away. Always. Kurt's warmth is addicting; Blaine can never quite get enough.

"No, not at all," he says quickly, pausing long enough to turn his head with a grin, pressing a kiss to the high point of Kurt's cheek. "I'm just really thirsty."

And it's not even a lie. All this wanting, all this low-burning arousal, has made his mouth incredibly dry. His only hope is that Kurt won't see that as any kind of tip-off to how desperate he's getting.

Eyes closing in time to meet Blaine's kiss, Kurt's lips widen into a satisfied smile as he only pulls Blaine closer to his chest, making their progress a bit unwieldy as they step into the kitchen. As Blaine starts to reach for the glasses, Kurt wraps his arms more tightly around Blaine's waist, their hips nearly aligned as he drops a kiss to the base of Blaine's neck, then ducks to press his nose against Blaine's skin.

"You know," he points out, leaning back to crane his neck in the direction of the clock. "It's almost midnight. If you want, I could prepare a glass of warm milk for you, help you ease into bed more easily. Not that it's terribly pressing, considering that we'll be able to sleep in tomorrow."

Kurt brushes his hands over the expanse of Blaine's chest, fingers running steadily along the line of his collarbone.

Even after the many, many weeks they've spent here learning each other's bodies, Blaine's still constantly surprised by how well they fit together. And in so many different ways. Kurt's arms wind smoothly around his middle, hips slotting into place as Kurt pulls Blaine back against him. With a low, pleased hum, Blaine sinks into the embrace, hips arching back gently as he pulls a glass down from the cupboard.

"Warm milk? Really?" Blaine replies with a low chuckle. It isn't the first time Kurt's mentioned that particular sleep aid, though Blaine never finds it anything short of amusing. With another slow roll of his hips, Blaine glances back over his shoulder, lips curling into a slow grin as the anticipation in his belly winds tighter. "If we're going to bed, I really don't want to sleep any time soon."

"I promise you, it's delicious," Kurt sighs, then draws a deep breath into his lungs at the feel of Blaine arching back against him. Out of the many parts of Blaine's body that Kurt appreciates, his ass might be near the top of the list, round and easy to grab. Letting the moment wash over him, Kurt brushes his hand down Blaine's side, then smooths his palm over the cheek, pushing his own hips forward as his cock gives an initial twitch of interest.

"Although I can definitely think of something else that's delicious right now," he murmurs then, rolling his hips again and letting his breath escape in a hiss, arms moving up to cross once more over Blaine's chest, fingers caressing every inch of skin they can reach, even through the fabric.

This isn't the first time they've rocked against each other like this, Kurt pressed along his back and Blaine arching against him. But it feels more intense now than it ever has before, a promise hovering in the air that's never really been there before. Setting the class on the counter, Blaine lifts both hands to Kurt's forearms, feeling along smooth, warm skin as he rolls his hips again, no longer caring if he maybe comes off a little desperate.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice pitched a little lower and a little breathless, head still turned to look at Kurt, making out the fall of his eyelashes and the slight flush of red to his cheeks. "What's that?"

With the both of them standing so close to the counter, it really doesn't take much before Kurt's pushing Blaine against it in full, all so that he can press against the other boy with greater urgency. He's not sure how long he can hold out for, between the breathless sound of Blaine's voice and the scent that Kurt buries his nose against, both now painfully familiar and a part of his every day. Once afraid that seeing one another so often would unravel parts of the relationship, or make them eventually sick of one another, Kurt finds that he wants Blaine more than ever before. They fight, they bicker, possibly more so than they would if they saw each other less often, but the other side is more than worth it.

Having Blaine be that immovable part of his life, present in every way that counts.

"You," Kurt sighs, rolling his hips steadily against Blaine's ass, half-hard already as a shudder passes through his body. "Do you want me to suck you off? I just... want to taste you everywhere."

Blaine makes a soft unf sound when Kurt presses him fully against the counter, one hand dropping to help catch his weight as he rocks back instinctively, a rough breath shuddering through him as arousal tightens sharp in his belly. He can feel Kurt growing harder behind him, the line of his cock evident even through two layers of denim and he rocks a little harder, a little more insistently in silent encouragement.

"I want," he starts, cheeks flushing red with how achey he sounds already as he moves one hand back to grab at Kurt's hip, pulling him harder against him. Laughing faintly at himself, he groans again. "You know what i want, Kurt. I'm trying to wait. Like we talked about, but I can't. Want it so bad. Want you."

Kurt thanks his stars for a moment that Blaine probably can't catch the look of Kurt's face in full, the expression sheepish, embarrassed, and incredibly aroused all at once. While he's tried his very best not to bring up the topic too often, not wanting to pressure Blaine into something if he isn't fully ready for it, it'd be a lie to say that Kurt hasn't been thinking about finally having the opportunity to feel Blaine inside again. Often, even. He's thought about it in the shower, thought about it during the more heated of their kisses, fingers skimming lightly over the line of Blaine's back and never daring to travel too far south. Stifling a groan in his throat, Kurt drops his forehead down to Blaine's shoulder, breathing in deep, only growing harder by the second between the encouragement of the friction and the soft, murmured words Blaine offers.

"Are you sure?" he whispers, one hand tugging at Blaine's shirt until his fingertips can skim under the hem, brushing over Blaine's skin. "I want you so much, I can't even breathe, Blaine. Are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm- I'm ready," Blaine says, quiet but insistent even as he feels himself shake a little under the soft, gentle touch of Kurt's fingers. "I'm ready. Keep thinking about it. All the time. All the time."

And that's probably a little more desperate than Kurt's likely comfortable with so Blaine tries to make him forget it, pushing himself away from the counter enough to spin around in Kurt's arms, his hands settling low on Kurt's hips as he yanks him forward and presses their mouths together. It's a heated, hungry kiss, Blaine shoving his tongue between Kurt's parted lips with little preamble, groaning as the want under his skin flares bright-hot. "Please," he murmurs between one kiss and the next, biting lightly at Kurt's plush bottom lip as he slips a hand under Kurt's shirt, palming up his side. "Please, Kurt. Want. Want it all. Want to feel you- feel you everywhere." Lifting his other hand, he sinks his fingers into Kurt's thick hair, holding him in place and tilting his head just so as he licks and bites and tongue's Kurt's lips. "Want to know what it's like. I've- I've practiced. A little. And I can make it good, I promise. I'll make it so, so good."

The two of them usually share in assertion, going with the mood of the moment and each trusting the other to be sensible, careful, to let passion burn bright but also contained. When Blaine turns around and takes Kurt in his hands, there's no doubt or fear on Kurt's end, no sense of uncertainty. Instead, he practically melts into his boyfriend's touch, a load moan dropping from his lips and muffled against Blaine's as his entire body presses flush. Small whimpers drop from his lips at each nip from Blaine's teeth, his tongue slipping out whenever it gets a chance, chasing after the taste of Blaine, intoxicating and easily pushing all other thought into the background. Blinking dizzily, Kurt ruts against Blaine, the press of his hips a bit dirty, a bit uncontrolled as he breathes deeply, gasping for air, his erection only more insistent as Blaine feeds Kurt maddening little details. Images of Blaine stretched out on the sheets, pressing fingers into himself — it turns Kurt's mouth dry.

"Oh god," he breathes, his entire body trembling as he pushes his palms up Blaine's sides, fingertips skimming over muscle. "I, I bought candles. And I made a mix and I should... set it up. Or something."

The tone of Kurt's voice makes it clear that he's not sure how well his patience might hold out for that, not if Blaine keeps on holding him like this.

Kurt melts against him instantly, meeting each kiss as well as he can until they find their rhythm, the one they've learned to perfect over time, the slip and slide of lips on lips and tangled tongues. Groaning, Blaine grabs at the fabric of Kurt's shirt, tugging it upward with two tight fists and whimpering as Kurt ruts against him in turn, cock hard against his pelvis.

He finally breaks the kiss with a gasp for air, wet lips trailing across Kurt's cheek before Kurt speaks again.

"You- what? Really?" he asks, somehow surprised though he knows he really shouldn't be. Because of course Kurt would think to do something like that. Of course he'd want to make it special.

The idea sends a whole new thrill down his spine and Blaine pulls Kurt in close again, letting out a soft, breathless little laugh. "That means I have to let you go, doesn't it? I'm not sure I can do that."

When Blaine's lips trail off and brush over his cheek, Kurt only closes the space between the two of them again, kissing along Blaine's cheek and quickly ducking down to press his lips along the line of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste at the faint hint of sweat there. "Really," he confirms, before dropping yet another kiss, sighing against damp skin as he slips his hands down, hooking them in the belt loops of Blaine's jeans. "I wanted this... want everything to be perfect for you. Wanna be perfect for you."

His voice already alarmingly rough, Kurt leans back to stare at Blaine's face, his own eyes blown with interest, dark and watchful.

"I do have a tendency to go overboard with candles. If we go through with lighting them all, we might be presenting a fire hazard," he admits with a small huff of a laugh, one that makes it clear that he doesn't really care about being a little more adventurous, not when both of them are surely going to be in the room to keep anything from going wrong. Whether or not he has the patience is another matter. "The mix is probably easier though. Admittedly."

Blaine sucks in a breath when Kurt pulls back, takes the moment to try and collect himself as his hands smooth up and down Kurt's sides, one slipping up beneath his shirt to feel warm, smooth skin at his fingertips. He tries to picture the apartment lit by dozens of candles, the warm sounds of music lilting through the air as he and Kurt make their way to a bed decorated in rose petals. And, okay, admittedly, Kurt hasn't said anything about rose petals, but still. He likes the whole idea of it. The warmth, the planning.

"What if we only light a few of them?" he asks, leaning in a bit to brush a bare kiss to Kurt's lips, lingering for a moment before he gives a gentle tug with his teeth. "Just in the bedroom? Because that sounds... really nice."

Plus, it will give them both something else to focus on for a minute and maybe it won't end too quickly. Blaine already feels set to burst and they haven't even started yet.

At the press of the kiss, Kurt lets go of Blaine's belt loops, instead raising either hand to Blaine's face, pressing against his cheeks, ever so slightly rough now that the day's reached its end. He laughs when Blaine tugs at his lips, rushes to press against Blaine as well, lips chasing after the full swell of Blaine's upper lip and sucking for all he's worth. His thumbs map out every detail of Blaine's face, brushing over his brows, tracing along his hairline. And when Kurt pulls back just a touch, he just can't help thinking how Blaine's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Probably the most beautiful thing he will ever see.

"A few sounds nice," Kurt replies in earnest, cheeks flooding over with a faint and pleased pink as his hands brush down to clasp around Blaine's. "If I bend over while lighting them, it'll also give you a good view of my ass. Win-win."

With a light snicker, he releases one of Blaine's hands, holding fast to the other, tugging them towards the bedroom. The candles are hidden away in Kurt's clothing drawers anyway — the only place he could think of that Blaine would never dare traverse without permission.

The touch of Kurt's hands against his cheeks makes him smile all the wider and he hums softly into the press of Kurt's lips, tongue flicking out for just a brief taste as his own hands smooth inward, feeling Kurt's chest through the thin layer of fabric.

"Definitely a win-win," he murmurs in full agreement before Kurt grabs his hand and tugs him toward the bedroom. He grabs the small packet of matches they have in the bathroom while Kurt finds the candles, meeting him again in the bedroom with a soft, almost sly grin. Maybe half a dozen should do it, he thinks, a few on either nightstand and maybe a couple on the dresser. "Want me to light them while you get the mix set up?" he asks, grinning as he wraps a hand around one of the candles in Kurt's hand. There's still a low-level thrum running through his whole body, the burn of anticipation, though it's a good deal less insistent than it had been only moments ago.

Kurt purses his lips with some reluctance, wagging his head before he relents, leaning forward quickly to press his mouth to Blaine's again before passing off the candles. "...fine. But I warn you, if you start taking too long, I may get started without you," he warns playfully, tilting his head until their noses press together for a second, sharing a breath before he pulls away, turning towards the iPod speakers he has propped on his desk.

The mix is a little bit quieter than either Blaine or Kurt's usual tastes, plenty of piano instrumentals and acoustic arrangements of their favorite songs. "Teenage Dream" is one of the first few on the list. A few of Jason Mraz's numbers speckle the list as well, songs like "I'm Yours" and "Unfold," but always live acoustics rather than the regular studio recordings.

The first song, however, comes a bit from left field. "Transatlanticism," by Death Cab for Cutie. Because there's that one swelling song that seems to feel most appropriate to the moment.

I need you so much closer.

As soon as the music filters softly around the room, Kurt starts fishing through his nightstand drawer, tugging out a couple packets of condoms and the clear, tasteless lube. Not that he minds trying anything else they've bought, but... well.

For the first time, it just feels right to have it be the two of them, plain and simple.

"Well, that could be fun, too..." Blaine says, letting himself indulge in imagining that for a moment, in the idea of Kurt getting too impatient to wait any longer before stripping himself naked and stretching out on the bed, legs bent at the knee as he jerks himself off slow and purposeful, eyes locked on Blaine as Blaine sets out the last few candles, slowly bathing the room in a warm, amber glow.

God, Kurt's skin is going to look incredible in this light.

Quickly shoving the image aside before it gets the better of him, Blaine feels his cheeks flame red and he roughly clears his throat as he ducks away to get busy setting out the candles. He watches Kurt out the corner of his eye, humming softly as music begins to filter through the air. Another spike of heat floods through him when he recognizes the items Kurt pulls free of the nightstand and he fumbles with one of the candles for a moment before quickly righting it and setting it alight next to two others just like it.

Within minutes he has about eight candles lit and scattered across the room, each of them held strong so as to avoid any potential fire disaster, the flames flickering shadows across the wall. Blaine stops for a moment to pull in a deep breath as he reaches to turn off the light and lets the music wash over him. Quietly, he starts to sing along, his eyes locked on Kurt before stepping toward him as the music begins to swell, hand shaking a little as he reaches to press it to Kurt's chest, body still warm through the fabric and his heart beating just as fast as Blaine's.

There's a pleasant ache which spreads throughout Kurt's body when he feels the press of Blaine's hand to his chest. It's concentrated there above all else, of course, his lungs feeling strangely devoid of air as his heart seems to beat more strongly than before, hammering against his ribcage to meet the heat of Blaine's palm. Easing his arms around Blaine's waist, Kurt helps the both of them ease back towards the bed, taking uneven steps back as he seeks out Blaine's lips, inhaling softly, as though he might be able to keep Blaine's singing all to himself.

"You smell really nice," Kurt whispers before pulling the both of them back yet further, the backs of his calves hitting the bed in time for him to slide down onto the mattress. His lips trail down Blaine's chest all the while, catching on fabric as Kurt slides down to a seat, hands braced tightly around Blaine's hips. "And you're so beautiful." One of his hands slips under the hem of Blaine's shirt to spread over his abdomen, trailing lightly along the line of hair before shifting to work at the button of his jeans, slipping it out of the whole.

"Could kiss every inch of you and I'd never have enough."

The music is soft enough in the background to ease the setting without being a distraction, Kurt nosing against Blaine's skin in time to the beat, another hand pushing the shirt up as his fingers trace along the line of Blaine's spine, flaring out around his shoulder blades. Licking quickly along the line which stretches above Blaine's waistband, Kurt then shifts back, sliding further onto the bed while reaching for Blaine's hand, propped up on his knees and letting his gaze brush greedily over Blaine's body.

"Too many layers," Kurt declares.

Blaine's fingers curl gently over the fabric of Kurt's shirt as Kurt guides them back to the bed, his eyes not leaving his boyfriend's face for even a second. He lets out a slow, shuddery breath as Kurt sits at the edge of the bed, lips trailing down Blaine's chest as his hands slip beneath the fabric of Blaine's shirt, the light touch making him shiver slightly before working on the button of his jeans.

"Ohhh," he breathes, a little shaky as he stares downward before lifting one hand to brush his fingers through Kurt's thick hair. He shivers again when Kurt's fingers trail down the center of his back, breath catching before melting into a soft, disappointed moan as Kurt pulls away to stretch out across the bed.

Taking a moment to blink back into clarity, Blaine's lips curl into a grin and he crawls onto the bed, mattress dipping under his weight as he rests a knee on either side of Kurt's hips. "Are you talking about me or you?" he asks, sliding his hands up under the bottom hem of Kurt's shirt, fingertips grazing over smooth, soft skin to trace along the line of his ribs. "I think maybe we should enforce a new rule. No more than a single layer for either of us while within these walls," he murmurs, ducking down to kiss along Kurt's chest, fabric warm against his lips.

"A single layer's still a layer too many when it comes to you," Kurt breathes, eyes fluttering as he arches his back, all the better to press himself against the palms of Blaine's hands, wide and warm as they travel over his skin. That same breath catches when Blaine's mouth soon dips down to join them, the heat still easily felt through fabric. "I'm just about tempted to say that we should declare this apartment a nudist zone. 'Course, then I'm not sure I'd ever be able to leave."

The teasing is doing nothing to slow Kurt's pulse, his ears filled with that steady beat as Kurt lets himself whimper at Blaine's touch, lifting his hips off of the bed in an effort to find friction against Blaine's body, Kurt's hands squeezing about his thighs.

"Seriously," he mutters, "too many layers." Pushing himself slightly off the bed, Kurt's hands start to push Blaine's shirt higher up his back with the intention to peel it off. Kurt knows that he's not doing any better as far as layers are concerned — it may be a single shirt he has on, but it does require undoing a few buttons before it'll slip off over his head — but impatience starts to gleam bright in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to see Blaine under him, skin tanned and perfect.

Kurt's every word seems to wind tight around Blaine's spine, warming him from the inside out. Or maybe Kurt's body heat is helping with that, warm as his skin is under Blaine's wandering palms. He grins downward, enjoying the idea of Kurt stripping down to nothing the second he gets home and wondering just how long that would take him given his many assorted items of clothing. They'd have to set a hamper in the front hall, maybe fit the closet with a set of dresser drawers.

His thoughts are momentarily derailed when he feels Kurt shoving at his shirt with a little more insistance and Blaine laughs a little as he pushes himself to sit up again, back arching as he pulls the fabric up over his head and tosses it aside. The air is still cool, though its warming up already thanks to the candles and Blaine drops forward again, weight held on one arm as he uses his other hand to start tugging at Kurt's buttons.

"I think we should also work on simplifying your wardrobe," he says with a grin, struggling with the top button before moving down to the second, his gaze flickering between his fingers and Kurt's eyes. "As much fun as it can be to unwrap you like the best Christmas present ever, there are times when I just get really, really impatient. And that could end badly."

Sighing with no small amount of selfish pleasure at the feeling of Blaine focusing on undoing him button by button, Kurt lets his weight fall wholly back on the mattress for a moment, his hands lingering by either of Blaine's thighs and brushing up, then down, squeezing slightly around the muscle and warming the fabric through the friction of his brush. "Or, I could start working on clothes that are possible to tear off," Kurt muses with a grin. "I'm not sure how keen I am on heading outdoors with less layers — sometimes there are things you just can't say with a shirt alone — but it should be more than possible to... well. Do some creative things with velcro. Snap buttons. Tear off my pants or shirt in one go."

He giggles at the thought, sighing when enough buttons are undone to help ease his shirt over his head, pursing his lips in dismay at how it's surely mussed his hair up even more than Blaine's fingers managed all on their own. "Could start getting creative with what I wear under that, too. Something more enticing."

Lifting his hips to press flush against Blaine once more, Kurt runs his hands greedily down the line of Blaine's spine again, mischievous as he dips underneath the waistbands of Blaine's jeans and boxers to squeeze at his ass. "Force you to work to get me naked, but make it totally worth the while," Kurt breathes against the side of Blaine's neck, fingers kneading into the small indents by the base of Blaine's back, then under the fabric again, teasing by the cleft of his ass.

Blaine is quiet as Kurt speaks, focusing entirely on each button one by one, careful to not rip anything on accident as he eases the fabric up over Kurt's head, grinning as it leaves Kurt's hair sticking up a little in the back, adorable and sexy all at once. He can feel a zing of warmth in his blood as Kurt's tone drops a little, his words eliciting an immediate curious mental image as he lets Kurt's shirt fall to the floor.

"Enticing?" he echoes, eyes lowering to watch the way his hands smooth over Kurt's chest, the contrast of his dark hands against Kurt's pale, alabaster skin. "Enticing how?" He has ideas already. Ideas of Kurt in a pair of sheer underwear, the fabric stretched obscenely over his pretty cock. But he isn't sure if that's what Kurt means or not. And he definitely wants to know for certain.

With a groan, he arches his back to press his ass into Kurt's hands and turns his head to breath against Kurt's ear, tongue darting out briefly for a taste. "I really like the idea of tear-away clothes, by the way. Though it might not be the best idea to wear them in public. At least with me around." Giving Kurt's earlobe a light bite, Blaine smooths his hand down Kurt's chest to pinch at his nipple just as he rolls his hips forward, pressing his hard-on against Kurt's hip. "Could result in us both getting arrested."

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