Anonymous prompted: Married, long time going without sex, Kurt comes home one night to find a very scruffy disheveled Blaine, drinking alone, they undress each other sensually, and they have rough, wild sex.
I was also inspired by missbeizy and judearaya's great porn off of 2014, so I thought I’d tag along and try to play in the big leagues*
They haven’t had a quiet dinner at home in weeks, either missing each other entirely or one of them rushing in the door with takeout that they eat in front of the television before the other rushes out again, and there is something so quietly satisfying about washing dishes while Blaine dries, on an evening where they have no where to go and nothing to do, the apartment lit softly yellow with fairy lights, just the sound of the running water and the tick tick tick of the clock on the wall.
Kurt passes over a plate dripping wet from the sink, smiles as he watches Blaine rub it dry. There isn’t anything particularly erotic about it, other than it’s Blaine and sometimes Blaine doing nothing but breathing and standing in place and existing is enough to make Kurt flush with fond arousal. But this is not fond arousal, him with his arms elbow deep in murky dishwater, bits of lettuce floating on the top, body frozen and eyes glued to Blaine’s hand rubbing and rubbing and rubbing at that plate.
Kurt wants to grab it and smash it on the floor and climb onto Blaine’s lap to ride him into oblivion.
Where the hell did that come from?
Word Count: 1100
Warnings: Embarrassment; for the characters (well, one of them) and maybe a little bit the reader, but in a fun way
Summary: Naughty behavior in an Anderson house bathroom. Said naughty behavior gets… interrupted.
“This may actually be the most inappropriate thing we’ve ever done,” Kurt breathed, kicking his foot out behind them to get the bathroom door closed so he could turn them and press Blaine against it. “And that’s saying something because we’ve gone to second base in a church parking lot.”
Blaine grinned, leaning his head back against the wood as Kurt undid his tie with an impatient growl. “You forgot about that time we had sex right around the corner from a barbecue at Puck’s house.”
Tie finally out of the way, Kurt started kissing down Blaine’s neck, humming as he bit a little too roughly at the damp skin just to hear Blaine moan.
Hands were just reaching for his slacks when there was a knock.
Kurt froze before burying his face in Blaine’s suit jacket to stifle a laugh as Blaine’s mother’s voice came through the door where Blaine’s head was resting once more as he stared up at the ceiling in despair.
“Blainey? Are you in there?”
For iconicklaine's brilliant Vegas Wedding!Klaine prompts. I couldn't resist.
Kurt and Blaine are strangers, both in town as guests for separate weddings. The night before the weddings they meet in a bar, get tanked and then get hitched. Shenanigans, love at first sight, all the sexytimes.
Blaine would have noticed him anyway, he’s sure. A guy that gorgeous and poised and put together despite it being nearly 2am in the bar of a chaotic Vegas casino would catch Blaine’s eye regardless.
The fact that he’s wearing a tight black tank top with Bride’s Bitches written in sparkly gold letters, sipping a strawberry daiquiri as big as his head with what appears to be a penis-shaped straw, and swiveling his hips to the unceasing tempo of the techno music pulsing around them only draws Blaine’s gaze a little stronger.
Like, he cannot tear his eyes away. Then the guy notices Blaine noticing him, smirks and does this enticing little shoulder shimmy in Blaine’s direction and-
“Blainey!” Cooper drapes his heavy, sweaty body over Blaine’s shoulders and yells slurred and stupid and right into Blaine’s ear, “Stripper time, woo!”
luminary-child prompted: idk if you’re taking prompts but here: klaine moves in to a new place and obviously christen it by having sex everywhere. bottom!blaine says (yells) Kurt’s name so much when they fuck that when their next door neighbour finally greets them they know Kurt’s name
It’s tiny. Their living room barely spans ten feet across, the walls are a flat off-white color that they’re not allowed to paint, and the kitchen is a miniscule outdated mess. But none of this matters because their names are on the lease and they’re standing, side-by-side, in the threshold of their first official place together.
Kurt turns his head. Blaine’s eyes are wide, bright, and when he meets Kurt’s he beams broadly and grips Kurt’s hand tightly in his. Their stuff is still unpacked, strewn in messy piles of boxes at all corners of their new apartment, and Kurt really isn’t looking forward to the daunting task of setting everything up and deciding on the perfect mix of both their styles. Living in the loft together had taught them how that could be.
But this is a new them. A new start. An apartment in the heart of New York City where the occupants won’t come and go as they please; where they can try this again, try them, at their own pace.
FIC: Is it weird?
Title: Is It Weird? (FF; S&C; AO3)
Genre: Humour, Romance, Fluff, Angst, AU, Epistolary
Satus: WIP, 1/6+epilogue
Summary: Blaine sends his Topics in Contemporary Music mid-term essay to the wrong e-mail address, writing an extra m where it was supposed to read Humel. Kurt, spending a semester abroad in Paris, is having a challenging night of essay writing and procrastination, and goes a little bit beyond letting Blaine know he got the wrong person, sparking what will soon be described as a “weird pen-palish thing we got going on” that takes them both by surprise and leaves them hopeful and giddy.
Warning: Small mentions of Finn and his death.