pavarelle asked you: hung!Blaine and needy/desperate!Kurt
It doesn’t take Blaine long to discover, after his firm decision to spend every waking moment (and some sleeping moments too) with Kurt during the summer, that Kurt sometimes gets these moods.
Not, like, “cheery” or “down in the dumps.” But moods as in, “so unbelievably horny Blaine isn’t entirely convinced Kurt hasn’t been replaced with a nymphomaniac when Blaine wasn’t looking.”
Not that Blaine’s complaining, of course.
“Mmm,” Kurt moans happily, fingers flexing as Blaine kisses his way down Kurt’s chest. Kurt’s skin is warm and flushed pink - a result of being out in the sun for an hour and then making out lazily in Kurt’s bed for fifteen minutes after that.
Blaine can feel that his hairline is dotted in sweat, a few curls falling out of the gel and his clothes uncomfortably constraining, but more than anything he just wants to take his time spreading Kurt out and kissing every inch of him under the cool breeze of Kurt’s desk fan. He loves getting Kurt like this, pliant and shameless and arching up with each sucking wet kiss Blaine trails down his torso.
FANMIX MEME: Another Version of Us, Arya/Gendry (req. by thewesterlands) (x)
01. MEETING AGAIN, alexandre desplat (x) {instrumental}
02. LANDSCAPE, florence + the machine (x) she can’t see the landscape anymore / it’s all painted in her grief / all of her history etched out at her feet / now all of the landscape, it’s just an empty place / acres of longing, mountains of tenderness / she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you
03. BORN, over the rhine (x) we’ve seen the landfill rainbow / we’ve seen the junkyard of love / baby, it’s no place for you and me / iwas born to laugh / i learned to laugh through my tears / i was born to love / i’m gonna learn to love without fear
04. CHALLENGERS, the new pornographers (x) on the walls of the day / in the shade of the sun / we wrote down / another vision of us / we are the challengers of / the unknown / “be safe,” you say / whatever the mess you are, you’re mine, okay? / if that is the custom / i’m down
05. WINTER WINDS, mumford & sons (x) was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? / for every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt / and if your strife strikes at your sleep / remember spring swaps snow for leaves / you’ll be happy and wholesome again / when the city clears and sun ascends06. AFTER THE BOMBS, the decemberists (x) and after the rockets calm / and the glimmer of fire / portends an early dawn / we pinch at our skin / while we wonder how we escaped harm / we forget all our trials / there in our baby’s arms
Marta. Old as balls. Language nerd. Lazy as fuck. Goofball. Will most likely perv on homoerotic relationships and bromances. You heard it first.
