Prompt Post #7
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'What about this?' he asked in a low voice before he, feeling high with adrenaline and want and Kurt, so raw and exposed just for him, slid his hand swiftly into Kurt's (thankfully not too tight) pants. 'This torture, too?'
Blaine kept his eyes focused on Kurt, wanting to see his reaction, as he gripped his hard length and gave it a firm stroke. Kurt's mouth fell open and he let out a loud lewd moan, that made Blaine extremely thankful that they were alone in the house, and Blaine was pretty sure he saw Kurt's eyes roll back into his head.
'Yes, yes,' Kurt panted as Blaine continued his exploration. 'The best kind.'
'You're so gorgeous like this,' Blaine spoke low in his ear, his words raw and unfiltered. 'You should see yourself. So open and real and just-- filthy and--' Blaine broke off when he heard a sudden loud noise downstairs, and he dimly realized that it must have been the front door slamming.
The front door.
'Crap.' Blaine snatched his hand back and sat up. 'My mom.'
'Your mom...?' Kurt asked dazedly, clearly not a hundred percent mentally present.
'Yes, my mom,' Blaine said somewhat impatiently, getting up from the bed while Kurt just kept lying there. 'Unless it's a burglar with a key or something, in which case I also don't want to be found like this. You're not exactly quiet,' he added with a little smirk as he pulled his shirt back on. Kurt blushed.
'Oh god, I didn't completely ruin it, did I?' he said, propping himself up on his elbows and looking mortified.
'No, you were perfect,' Blaine assured him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him. 'It was perfect.' He straightened back up and finished buttoning his shirt before adding as an afterthought, half amused and half apologetic, 'Except for the part where the ending was more of a cliffhanger than a resolution.'
Kurt let out a snort as he reached for his clothes. 'Only you could make what we just did sound half-way poetic.'
'Well, now I'm hurt,' Blaine said jokingly. 'I was going for straight up poetic. Touch of a fingertip and all that.'
Kurt's features softened and he sat up properly. 'You remember that?'
'Not to sound creepy, but I'm pretty sure I remember every conversation we've ever had.' Blaine grinned sheepishly and pulled his sweater vest over his head. He watched as Kurt put his own shirt back on, waiting until his eyes were once again on Blaine before continuing. 'In all seriousness though, I want whatever we do to be about the both of us, and not just about making sure I don't have a panic attack or something. It's a big step for both of us.'
'Good step though,' Kurt said, reaching for Blaine's hand from where he sat on the edge of the bed and giving it a soft squeeze. Blaine smiled, and he found himself thinking that even if he wouldn't exactly tell his mother the details of having had his hand in his boyfriend's pants, it had been beautiful and poetic in its own way.
'Hey, do you maybe want to stay the night?' Blaine asked, reacting to a spur-of-the-moment thought. 'I'm not saying-- I mean, not with my mom in the house. But if you wanted to. Just to sleep.'
'Here? With you?' Blaine nodded, and Kurt smiled shyly. 'Yeah. I'd like that.'
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