Prompt Post #7
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It first happens on their one year wedding anniversary, of all things. The rose petals that Blaine had sprinkled over the bed (that Kurt had protested were cheesy but secretly loved) have been pushed to the floor, the covers thrown back, articles of clothing haphazardly strewn. Kurt pushes Blaine back onto the pillows with a thud and a growl, mouth colliding with Blaine’s teeth clashing and tongues sliding together. Blaine groans beneath him, hands sliding up to clutch hard at Kurt’s hips, fingers digging into the soft skin as he ruts up.
Kurt smiles against his lips, kisses his way down Blaine’s neck, his chest, over his nipples, his belly, tight with anticipation.
“I love you so much,” Kurt hums as he moves further down, mouths at the crease of Blaine’s thigh, nuzzles the short hair at the base of his cock. He can hear Blaine’s breath stutter, feel Blaine’s muscles tightening.
And then Kurt’s there , surrounding him, Blaine’s cock thick and heavy in his mouth. Blaine’s fingers tangle in Kurt’s hair and there’s a thump on the pillow as he throws his head back, exposing the long line of his neck. Kurt takes Blaine deeper, rubs his hands up Blaine’s inner thighs, his right hand cupping Blaine’s balls and he rolls them gently in his hand.
Blaine hisses and jerks back and Kurt knows immediately that wasn’t a good jerk, pulls his lips from Blaine.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asks, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
Blaine furrows his brow, already beginning to shine with sweat, shift his hips slightly.
“Just… a little sore,” he responds, face already relaxing as he smiles. “Probably from the other night.” He winks and Kurt snorts, rubs his thumb over Blaine’s hipbone and moves to press a gentle kiss to Blaine’s lips, sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, tasting it with his tongue before letting go.
“Whoever said sex gets boring after marriage obviously didn’t know what they were talking about,” Kurt says, hand already stroking lightly over Blaine’s cock, thumbing over the thick veins.
“Mmph,” Blaine moans, falling back into the pillows once again.
“Or they just didn’t have Kurt Anderson-Hummel as their husband.”
“Lucky you,” Kurt breaths, and their mouths are sliding together once again.
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“When did you get so wiggly?”
He can feel Blaine frowning behind him and Kurt pulls out his arms to turn and look at him.
“I can’t get comfortable,” Blaine complains, sticking out his lower lip.
“Why not? We cuddle all the time.”
Blush creeps into Blaine’s cheeks. “I’m… I’m still a little sore,” he admits and now it’s Kurt’s turn to frown.
“But it’s been more than a week. You shouldn’t still be sore,” Kurt reasons and he knows he’s right. They might have had a few rather eventful nights, but Kurt wasn’t that rough, had been purposefully taking it easy. But Blaine just shrugs, brushing off Kurt’s concern.
“Whatever, come on. We’re missing the movie and my arms are getting cold.” Blaine pouts again and Kurt chuckles, decides they’ll discuss this more later, if needed and returns to Blaine’s embrace.
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But they make time for sex, they always do. It’s a Wednesday night and they don’t care anymore, willing to work a little harder the next day to catch up for a night off. They fall into bed before they even have their clothes off, Kurt’s hands working at the buttons of Blaine’s jeans while Blaine’s mouth kisses up and down his neck. Kurt groans impatiently, shucking Blaine’s pants off with more force than a married man should, stretches the elastic of Blaine’s boxers so he can slid those past his knees. And then he peels off his own pants, ignoring Blaine’s whine, the hands that grip at Kurt’s arms, trying to pull him back in before Kurt can successfully kick them off.
And then they’re both naked where it matters, Slowing down the frantic rush now that they know they have all evening. Kurt takes charge, fully intending to pay Blaine back for the amazing blowjob he’d given Kurt last time. They kiss, open mouthed and panting, Kurt’s hand wrapped firmly around Blaine’s cock, stroking him with an even rhythm, fully enjoying the breathy moans escaping Blaine’s throat.
He thumbs over the head, traces the underside of Blaine’s cock down, down, down, grazes softly over Blaine’s balls (Kurt’s always understood the importance of being all inclusive in lovemaking). He cups Blaine’s balls in his hand, his thumb stroking softly over him in that way he knows Blaine loves. Blaine’s moaning something but Kurt’s stopped paying attention, draws away from Blaine’s lips.
“Why’re you stopping?” Blaine whines, tries to pull Kurt back down.
“Blaine, stop,” Kurt says, and Blaine does, face concerned by the seriousness in Kurt’s voice, confused by the fact Kurt’s still stroking over his balls.
“What?” Blaine frowns, tries to look down at whatever Kurt’s doing.
“This is weird,” Kurt says, keeps rubbing the same spot over and over.
“My balls are weird?” Blaine asks, sticking out his lower lip. “I thought you liked my balls.”
“I love your balls,” Kurt answers sincerely but bites his lip. “But Blaine… I think you’ve got a lump.”
Blaine blinks. “What?”
“I’d say after nine years I know your balls pretty well and this is new, Blaine.”
Blaine reaches down to where Kurt’s hand is and Kurt pulls his fingers away, lets Blaine feel for himself.
“That’s a lump Blaine,” Kurt says, quieter this time, concern and fear starting to rise in him. Blaine’s lips tighten and Kurt knows he can feel it too.
“It’s probably nothing,” he says, shrugs.
“Blaine, it’s not nothing,” Kurt can feel his voice getting higher, as it always does when he’s scared. “You were complaining about being sore and now you have a lump. You need to get this checked out.”
Blaine pushes himself into a sitting position, his dick having gone completely soft by now.
“I probably just… bruised it or something. I’m sure it will go away.”
Kurt’s mind is racing and he knows he’s starting to work himself up, Blaine could very well be right, it’s just…
“Blaine, your grandfather died of testicular cancer.” Kurt’s words are soft and he reaches to grip Blaine’s hand. “Please just get it checked out. You’re probably right and it’s just nothing, I just… please? For me?”
Blaine nods and Kurt can see the flicker of fear in his own eyes before he pushes it down and is smiling again.
“Okay.”
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