Klaine fic: Warm Down
really sweaty post-exercise sex? i don’t even know any more ok
warnings for barebacking and um penises idk
“I’m pretty sure… if we pant a little louder… New Jersey will hear us,” Kurt rasps, barely having enough energy to slide the door closed before he flops down onto the couch. “Remind me, honey, why… is exercise… a thing?”
Blaine doesn’t sit next to him. He doesn’t sit at all. He isn’t even standing still.
“God, that was amazing. Just when I think I’m used to being here, when I think I’m over New York, God that view-” Blaine says, barely stopping for breath, still jogging on the damn spot, “it’ll never get old. I’ll never stop being amazed by this city and the fact that I live here and that I live here with you, that I can just kiss you in the street and nobody cares-”
“Blaine, not that this isn’t just delightful, but what are you talking about? How are you still going?”
“Can’t stop, Kurt, too much adrenaline-”