if you scream bloody mary in your mirror at 3am
your mum’s going to wake up and tell you to shut the fuck up
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.
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