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you make me feel like a virgin
By the time Kurt and Blaine manage to stumble through the hall leading up to the entrance of their apartment, Kurt's already half-hard, blood thrumming and pulse racing as he spins Blaine and presses him up against their front door, a soft whine escaping just before he presses a kiss insistently to Blaine's lips. He knows that there's still work to be done — a camcorder to be set up, lighting to be considered — but the mere thought of it has him whimpering as he briefly considers the merits of throwing all of that to the wind.
"I am never again going to suggest anything remotely related to sex unless we're less than thirty seconds from somewhere suitably private," he breathes, hips rocking against Blaine as he locks the door behind them, dipping down and biting at the underside of his jaw. "That was the most uncomfortable walk. And now I need to work up the willpower to even start to care about the camcorder."
He presses a kiss, hot and close, to Blaine's pulse point, sucking lightly at the skin. "God, Blaine, make me care. I should care more about filming that video, right? Because I wanna see what it's like, what it's like when you're fucking me."
"I am never again going to suggest anything remotely related to sex unless we're less than thirty seconds from somewhere suitably private," he breathes, hips rocking against Blaine as he locks the door behind them, dipping down and biting at the underside of his jaw. "That was the most uncomfortable walk. And now I need to work up the willpower to even start to care about the camcorder."
He presses a kiss, hot and close, to Blaine's pulse point, sucking lightly at the skin. "God, Blaine, make me care. I should care more about filming that video, right? Because I wanna see what it's like, what it's like when you're fucking me."

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His eyes narrow in contemplation. "I don't know. Maybe you're too honest and open. Too nice. Politics is pretty cutthroat, after all. You have to charm people, but you also have to be able to put your foot down."
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It's not something Blaine's ever particularly thought thought of as fault, but he knows Kurt definitely has a good point. That's an important quality for any politician and, though he'd like to think he could teach himself to become that in the same way he'd decided to take up boxing, he's not really sure if he wants to. Becoming a full-time performer or maybe a teacher or even just continuing with the music store seems much more appealing.
Reaching beyond Kurt's shoulder, Blaine finds the shampoo and drizzles a good amount in his palm before pulling back to thread his fingers through Kurt's hair, rubbing it in. "I should probably at least explore a few other areas before I decide anything like that."
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Letting his chin dip in order to further push Blaine's fingers through his hair, Kurt nudges against the weight of them. There are very few people Kurt would ever allow to touch his hair, but he can never seem to refuse Blaine. Reaching down, he presses one hand against the back of Blaine's thigh, patting it to encourage Blaine to raise it to allow Kurt the ability to reach his calves and feet.