I'm sorry, glee fandom
This. This was not supposed to happen. It was just to prove a point! That I could, in fact, still write smut, but I obviously wrote it for the wrong person because she's now forcing me to post it here. So, here.
Kurt/Blaine (aka Klaine) drabble of smut. Enjoy. This will never happen again.
*
Blaine gasped, fingers tightening over Kurt's shoulder, digging into the pale flesh as he arched back. His heels dug into the mattress, hips pushing off the bed and he could feel a tremble steal, unexpectedly, through his thighs.
Kurt stared, eyes wide, and he could hardly remember how to breathe as his gaze skated over Blaine's body, prostrate before him, begging for more than the single finger he had pushed inside. He'd never thought this moment would come, but here they were, and his finger was inside Blaine. Inside Blaine.
"Kurt," Blaine managed, face red and a beading of sweat at his temples, damp around the edges of his curly hair. He knew he was pressing too hard into Kurt's sensitive skin, that there would be bruises later, but he just gripped harder when Kurt pressed in a second finger.
The room was silent except for Blaine's panting breath, like he was trying to be quiet, to hold himself back. Licking his lips, Kurt shifted, his erection thudding along with the rush of blood in his ears as he stared down at Blaine.
This was really happening, he thought before he pushed in a third finger and Blaine's gasp was too loud, fingernails digging in Kurt's shoulders, and Kurt winced with a small gasp, mouth falling open in surprise at how much he liked it. His eyes met Blaine's and he didn't hesitate to lean up, bringing their mouths together for a sweet kiss that oddly juxtaposed the position they were in.
"Kurt," Blaine said again, breathless, mouth centimeters away. "Fuck me."
Kurt shivered at his words, his voice, and he nodded because he honestly couldn't reply. For once in his life, he didn't know what to say.
*
A/N: I blame silverdragon87 completely for this. Completely.
Kurt/Blaine (aka Klaine) drabble of smut. Enjoy. This will never happen again.
*
Blaine gasped, fingers tightening over Kurt's shoulder, digging into the pale flesh as he arched back. His heels dug into the mattress, hips pushing off the bed and he could feel a tremble steal, unexpectedly, through his thighs.
Kurt stared, eyes wide, and he could hardly remember how to breathe as his gaze skated over Blaine's body, prostrate before him, begging for more than the single finger he had pushed inside. He'd never thought this moment would come, but here they were, and his finger was inside Blaine. Inside Blaine.
"Kurt," Blaine managed, face red and a beading of sweat at his temples, damp around the edges of his curly hair. He knew he was pressing too hard into Kurt's sensitive skin, that there would be bruises later, but he just gripped harder when Kurt pressed in a second finger.
The room was silent except for Blaine's panting breath, like he was trying to be quiet, to hold himself back. Licking his lips, Kurt shifted, his erection thudding along with the rush of blood in his ears as he stared down at Blaine.
This was really happening, he thought before he pushed in a third finger and Blaine's gasp was too loud, fingernails digging in Kurt's shoulders, and Kurt winced with a small gasp, mouth falling open in surprise at how much he liked it. His eyes met Blaine's and he didn't hesitate to lean up, bringing their mouths together for a sweet kiss that oddly juxtaposed the position they were in.
"Kurt," Blaine said again, breathless, mouth centimeters away. "Fuck me."
Kurt shivered at his words, his voice, and he nodded because he honestly couldn't reply. For once in his life, he didn't know what to say.
*
A/N: I blame silverdragon87 completely for this. Completely.